#corpseshell

Hello!  Yes yes I remember you!!  You were such an adorable and sweet Colette! uwu  I didn't know you were in Citta this is exciting I hope you're having fun here!!!

As for why I continue to Rp him for so long, well, he's still such an extremely interesting and complex character to me and I adore trying to get into his head and trying to understand why he does the things he does and how he thinks and what he would do or think in different situations!

Honestly, Mithos is probably my single favorite character out of anything I've ever read / watched / played /ect!  His story isn't elaborated enough in the game/manga/anime, imo, but enough is touched on to know that it's really intense and really tragic.  He starts out with a personality and ideals that parallel Lloyd's, but due to the starkly different circumstances and situations that happen during their respective journeys, Mithos ends up on a completely different and even contradictory path than Lloyd!  But the path he ends up on isn't a path of unthinking evil an destruction.  Despite every horrible thing that has happened to him, he still tries to help the world.  Obviously he does it in a very...controversial, to say the least, way, but thats how his experiences shaped him to think about things and it was the only way he could think of to help the world and actually get something done.

So needless to say, his story, and his character--strong enough to continue trying to save the world even when it took the most important person in his life away from him, intelligent enough to take over the damn world without anyone noticing or caring, determined enough to try and go through with his plans for the greater good regardless of the cost, but selfish enough to kill hundreds or thousands to have his sister again, angry enough to blame humans and not allow himself to emphasize with the suffering he causes them, and tragic enough that he can't budge on his goals even when the glaring flaws are pointed out to him--has really resonated with me since I played the game, what? 8 years ago?  Sometimes his muse will escape me for indefinite periods of time, but it always comes back.  And I really adore his character to the point whERE I END UP GIVING LECTURES ABOUT HIM WHENEVER HE'S BROUGHT UP

Today was planned to be a wonderful day along the president of Clanspia, Ludger Will Kresnik — A litte girl dressed in a frily dress mused to have a first amusing date beside her protector after she was revived by a rare favor of the Spirit of Duty, Origin. Playing together, eating a yummy meal and sleeping under shades of a nearby tree, like a happy family that both protagonists hadn’t the chance to embrace formerly — Weather is magnificent without any track of clouds to the horizon, azured heavens greeted cheerily every residents dwelling into Trigraph working everyday to gain gald, off of these stifling infrastructure. In case the birds chirps and the sun warms the hearts of people, in another area away from the city reigned by the society, the skies are dull, colors dying away, letting ony some gloomy pigtmentation scattered which appears to sneer against an presumptuous woe drawn of a poor young boy holding onto his shivering anxiousness arms closely to his torso a tiny girl wearing a pink jacket, now messed by a colorful, unsustainable red — The blood of an innocent victim.

Meeting our own Alternate Self is shocking right? Well, it’s worst after considering dangerously that the ‘fake’ take off its dua blades and speed off due to a urge whistling wanting stole the life, existence and name of the Real Person living actually. Perhaps the case to know incredulously that the life you engaged, thrown for a best future is in the end silly either pointless because lifespan is counted, seconds are poured to a certain Judgment and no humans can hide themselves in a stash, away from Origin and the Time Factor.

Upon receiving a spear slashing her stomach and blurting out a bunch of blood, Elle hoped to be useful for once, protecting at her turn Ludger, behind her frail back, she wigged her arms and brought both lively turquoise eyes up to her enemy — Alternate Ludger, another one. Swooning in a thud, the another person accompanying her caught her before she skids over the messy ground trampled by a thousand and thousand monsters previously. Realizing how much her blood streamed along her cold, unstable feet Elle included a theory that she sacrified once again her life for the one person she loved — Nearby to black door acting as a proof of a numbers of Time Factor spreaded everywhere, Elenpios has signed a new contract of prosperity for several years in a clse future — Without the savior.

Parted lips painted in a deep red tear, twice blinks occurred in a rush whereas a weak voice escaped hardly out of frozen lips, yet Elle begins to whine progressively by the process. “L-Ludger… Is it enough good..? Elle saved you.. For real..” She paused, attempting to get a better breathe. “P-Please don’t.. Cry.. Ludger shouldn’t cry..” However the child is innocent, her most nice qualities is her matury, composure and intelligence. That’s why a grin curling onto her sweet lips, no she hasn’t any elaborations to survive this time because a fake can’t incarne a real person, it is the curse of her born.

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It still felt strange to walk again on the grounds of Trigraph, since it somehow felt like he never disappeared, or got infected to begin with. He felt like himself. No crippling pain, no blackening of skin, nothing.

As he took a stroll around the place, nostalgia somehow kicking in for one reason or another, he had the unfortunate chance of bumping into someone.

say whaaaaaaaaaaaaat i’m just laughing riught now ahgasghaha ehem

The chilly morning made itself apparent in that its impulsively optimistic children were out and about. They only served to promote a scowl upon the replica’s features. His mumblings blatantly exhibited his disapproval for the company—eyes cowering at the sight. If only he would spend even the least minute to apply some drapes in his room, he wouldn’t have to wake up to this every day. Nevertheless, the boy swings his legs over the side of his bed, rubbing a disturbed eye. He wasted no time in adjusting himself into his daily attire—the notorious God-General uniform. Quickly, before leaving, the replica grabs his golden mask off his night stand and beings to cascade it upon his features as he closes the door to his room behind him.

For the replica’s sake.