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  BIO Name | Vertis Sex | M Origin | Realism Alias | Frigidi BIO Vertis' outlook is simple. Nothing changes unless someone shakes something up. He does this by committing robberies and assassinations; he feels no remorse for these killings or thefts simply viewing them as "What has to happen". Personality Vertis is very devil may care. But despite his outlook, he's not incapable of sympathy like when he killed someone who has been threatening a family for years, making them fear for his lives. Empathy isn't his strong suit however, emphasized by his "every man for himself" perspective that shines through when he and Rosa talk. Relationships Rosa | Vertis and Rosa are rivals in terms of ideology and occupations. Vertis is determined to make Rosa accept what he considers reality. Vertis has paid her visits off work to talk to her, but both of them are so stubborn, it ends with neither agreeing. Name | Rosa Tincta Sex | M Origin | Hope BIO Rosa is a detecti...

 Off-Duty Meeting I walked down the street before spying Rosa entering her favorite coffee shop. I followed her slipping in-between people before finding my way through the entrance. The place was bright, homey, the walls lined with a pink that mimicked Rosa's hair. It was tacky, but where else did I expect her to go? She sat down before I approached her table with my own coffee and donut in hand. I also decided to get some glazed donut holes, the sweetness of life after all. I bit into my donut feeling the sweet jelly which tasted of strawberry, spread out and coat my tongue. I entirely lost my train of thought before seeing Rosa now staring at me. "What? I can't like donuts?" I asked with my best mock offense. She rolled her eyes before she pushed the chair across the table out using her foot. "I guess you're still open to conversation." "You're trying to reason with me, obviously you aren't incapable of discussion". I sat down across...

What is wrong? (An internal argument) "I ask you, detective? What is wrong?" I asked as I stared down the barrel and at the detective aiming the gun at me. "Is it me for stealing this?" I said holding the diamond in their view. "Or is it this organization, for ripping it from the hands of its owners?" I said as the cold night wind behind me filtered in through the broken glass. "Neither of you are right!" She yelled, gritting her teeth. "But yet, what we define wrong is their rules. It's wrong to steal if it's someone higher ranked than you. You should know where I'm going with this." I said as I watched her expression change. "Here you sit, defending the organization against the big bad Frigidi Veritas. Something you just said is wrong... So what is the line drawn in detective? Blood, gold, or sand?" I asked. "This doesn't make it right! You can't do all this crap and expect everything to work! It...

Thoughts At the beginning of life, from, conception we are dealt a hand, be it from a well off hand, or one that could not win against the most incompetent player. You are familiar with tarot cards, yes? All 78 in a deck. Fool, Emperor, Death, or the jester. From birth we are all the fool, a being of unlimited possibilities, able to grow up to be anything we desire. As we age we can change what card or arcana we belong to. However, the thought of life being on rails has occurred to me. The fear of life being an unchangeable series of events, and everything is coded into our life story. That every trial and effort to change our path, is just a curve in our set destination. Much like a railroad, every attempt to be different is just a spin or turn in our path. While the destination doesn’t change, our means of getting there change. Of course, I’d be remiss to forget to mention the ultimate destination of all life, death. We fear the unknown darkness that is expiration. However many of us...

  Seer's memories  A figure stood in a void that twinkled softly like thousands of stars were around him, cloaked in a grey robe, a blue scarf blowing in a non existent wind. They seemed entirely involved in whatever they were doing. You approach him and gently tug on the scarf causing them to look at you. "Yes?", he asked lowering a screen. "Hey, Cosmic dad, you said you had siblings right?", you ask. "Yes. I do, why? What of them?", he asked turning to face you. He was tall, but not exactly imposing. His hands were disembodied, but had white cufflinks on the end. "Well, do you mind if you..." you put on your best fake noble voice "Regale me with the tragic woes of your 'childhood'?", you say , a smug grin at the end. He pauses for a minute before responding "Very well.", he says before a couch seemingly made of space rose behind you, it gently twinkled. You sat down ready to be regaled in your adopted father'...

The Fox Goddess of the Woods You wander through the woods, its dense trees surrounding you all around. You turn hearing a noise.  A fox's tail shrinks out of the corner of your sight. You think to yourself about a legend you heard about these woods.      A kitsune lives in these woods. Praying upon men whose faith has shaken, like Kawin, a man who had cheated upon his wife with a damsel from another village. He was making the trip to see her when he heard a crunch of leaves behind him. As he turned, he saw a fox with an elegant coat. Thinking nothing of it he turned back around continuing on his path. The fox followed him from behind cover, but just as he was to cross into the other village, a woman whose beauty rivaled even a goddess, called out to him. Entranced, he greeted her. She invited him to join her in a secluded part of the woods, an underlying hunger in her voice. Foolishly he followed her to that part of the woods, but what awaited him, wasn't a wonderful...