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All you are to me is dead skin... (offline)
  So...hi. I'm not sure how to describe myself...I'm Haruko, age 17, necromancer. I grew up in a bit of a broken household; my mother was never home, she preferred her job to her family. And my father, a weak willed, mousy sort of man, over the years more or less forced his unrequited love of my mother on to me. I was spoiled, overly protected and...defiled. But that was far too long ago to dwell on. The point is, as a way to escape my reality, I began learning dark arts. All from this one book I found in the library, I learned that all bodies are tools, nothing more. And now I've found a reason to use these skills...His name's Keito, and he's the only reason for me to keep using this sack of flesh.   He's Decile, my ever loyal assistant and Keito's general. We met in a cemetary, where I find all good things. We started talking, that's when I learned he's over 2000 years old and a Greater Dead, something called a Revenant. He fought against species of demons I've never even heard of, so naturally he was perfect to join Keito's command. I think I've made a friend, even though he's a flesh eating one.
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Posted on: Feb 18th 2011, 4:44:59pm
Posted on: Feb 16th 2011, 7:23:14pm
He had been chewing on a skeletal finger for a while now, as she slept. He sniffed the air. The corpse in the bathroom was starting to rot.
He let out a sigh as he rose to his feet, the joints making horrible popping noises, worse than those made by humans that were muffled by the flesh that still covered him. No, most of the "high traffic" areas, the ones he used the most, had long since lost all of the meat. He took one last look at her through the glowing orifices that had once been his eyes before heading to finish his meal in the bathroom.
Posted on: Feb 16th 2011, 6:02:23pm