Dream or Reality...

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i like to be called:  Gin

my favorite color is:  silver

gender:  non-binary

one thing you should know about me:  Slow to reply and always in Idol Hell, lol~

one thing you should know about my muse:  They’re all varying degrees of lil shit, especially Luneth and Desch

first language:  English

second language:  I know bits and pieces of like two other languages, but not enough to do complete sentences, lol~

HIGHLIGHT:

age range:  under 13 | 14—17 | 18—22 | 23—25 | 26—29 | 30+ | 70+

am i okay with nsfw?:  yes (this depends on the muse at least when it come to smut) | no

my favorite/most common thing to rp is:  angst | fluff | smut | crack | action |other

oc friendly?:  YES | no | depends

rp blog:  does contain ooc posts | doesn’t contain ooc posts

@versusdelinquent

“A mouth on him… Right…” He sighed in annoyance once more. “I just can no longer tell who is my father anymore.” There were too many out there that resembled his father. Ventas had thought every replica of his father were deceased. “Mother wasn’t some kind of… whore back then. W-Was… she…?” He wanted to make sure he had only one father.

She rapidly lifted her head back up from the couch. “My ‘friends’ are uncanny and horny bastards! They also do stupid shit like try to fight a god damn turtle that is a whole lot bigger than Ifrit!” Stella buried her head back into the couch, yelling. “I hate my friends and I hate that chocobo brainiac!”

“Umbra…” Ventas sighed in annoyance, rubbing the back of his head. He wasn’t sure where to start with what had just happened. Suppose he could start by asking what his family was like before he was born. “Before I was even born, what… was my father like?”

Lays on the couch, silently crying to herself. “Umbra… I think I’m in need of new friends.”

“I’ve never seen this old man in my life. My mother and father never really mentioned anything about him either. I only know briefly about him that he’s a sick man and he had done awful things to my mother, and that he created my father with his own genes and then made other clones of him to start some sort of daemonic army.” Ventas already had an idea what his great-grandfather had done to his mother from what his father had told him long time ago when he was still alive. He also had an idea what his great-grandfather may have been like from what he told him.

“I wonder if I can burn this photo. I… just found it laying somewhere in an abandoned laboratory. Do you know anything, Umbra? A-About this man?” Although Ventas felt like he didn’t want to know anything much about Verstael, he just had to ask out of his own curiosity.

      “There really wasn’t a need for them to talk about him. Considering the things he has done I would be surprise if they did speak a word of him.” Umbra replied he wasn’t exactly fond of the man himself. Hate, loath, despised were words that immediately came to Umbra’s mind when speaking or thinking of that man.

   A brow arch. “Daemonic army is one way of putting it...” he said though he wouldn’t exactly call it that, though it did come close. “Burning it would be the best choice.” he was all for burning the photo.

She’s not in a very good mood now. It’s all thanks to a photo she found of Prompto’s father when he was younger, and it triggers back horrible memories she wishes she could forget. Ironic because she was amnesiac, but she didn’t forget that moment.

He’s salty because he found a picture of his great-grandfather when he was younger, and then he looked at a photo of his father, and then looked at himself in the mirror.

Basically all three of them kind of look alike, except his eyes are both different colors.

[ spins back in ] I am back earlier than expected everyone! Though, I’m not immediately coming off of hiatus just yet. I’m more or less putting all my blogs on semi-hiatus at the moment. There were some things I wasn’t able to finish (icon wise and other things we don’t talk about about pages lol~) while being away. So ye, semi hiatus for the time being, lol~