#falion ender

Edmund: Audrey wasn't ‘half’ zombie until after the children were born. That’s nine months of labor plus the two months between February and April. 

[Endermod: Falion now has a collection of scarves. Well he prefers the one that is filled out on his reference sheet, he probably has over fifteen scarves. Unless the current one is dirty and needs to be washed, he rarely will switch scarves. 

The reason for this is that Willow, a childhood friend, gave Falion this scarf. The little Ghast girl realized he wasn’t going to remove his scarves any time soon and all the others got ratty so fast, she had one made for him with some enchantments so that it would be better for daily wear.

Requested by ask-elis-ender we have WILLION (minecraft version)

Willion is the combination of Weeping Willow Ghast-Tear, Hickory’s little sister and Falion Ender, Edmunds son. The name is a combination of Willow and Falion (pronounced, Will-ee-on))

Willion is an extremely stable fusion. Willion however is very, very solitary. Commonly going on their own, they are found in places with lots of blankets/heat sources and books. Should you be able to find them (a rarity in itself) , they will gladly hold a conversation for a time beings, before randomly heading off to a new hiding space. Willion is resistant to most heat temperatures and lava and water, but hates getting wet. Willion however is easily chilled. Willion is said to have a beautiful voice when singing/talking and is very intelligent. You just….have to find them. The scarf ends are able to move and hold things and willion travels by floating/teleporting, making them even harder to find due to instant distance and an ability to get into high spaces.

Willion’s personality is reclusive, and kept to themselves unless you can somehow find them and adress them first. They will show kindness to those hurt. Willion tends to panic when in large groups of people and perfers one on one interaction. Willion also loves to work with their hands and tenticals. Willion is about 4 blocks tall, and favors Edmund and and Hickory to be around.

William:

The jukebox was playing some old vintage records. The records crackled and the tune of the sax played over the lyrics. 

"Every night""Symphony""Oh rock it for me""Then beat it out in a minor key""Oh rock it for now, let it bright."

Ah you loved that tune, the cabin air filled with the smoke and incense of roses and various other burning flowers. You felt like turning the floors of the cabin into some black and white tiles to match your jazzy new lifestyle and besides...

blood is so much easier to wash off titles rather than wood...

You could call it what those humans call it, mafia. You sit on your polished wooden throne, picking at the giant canine that grows out of you bottom jaw. You cabin is pretty smokey lately with the burning roses and herbs, holding various evergreens from your clan. Outcasts that weren't accepted gather here and gamble, dance, and make love to some very fine ladies.

Meh, you are still single. You got boys to watch after and this whole clan to keep intact. When your not back at the base you are gathering the heads of humans, mobs, anything anyone wants off the face of the earth. Some of the boys get rough and start to knock each other up so blood is almost second nature to you. It is, as you watch the latest tussle, almost knocking into the jukebox. You get up from your chair and grab the nearest blunt object, smacking one in the head. You yell at them to watch where they are fighting and drag them outside into the snow. Fight out there if your going to get wild and they laugh. You laugh, and slam the door in there faces.Inside Eric waltz in from the lava chamber, finding a polish container and rubbing down one of his mini ax's. The A.M.P smoke has his spines breaking out of his skin, like your horns do.  You ask if he has been watching his brother and he just glares at you. You tell him to get his ass to his room and get his brother if he is going to go and see elis tonight. That ax was almost lodged into your arm when he turned to grab him. 

He returns later with a little ender, one with orange markings and yellow eyes. He gives you the kid and you smack him across the head with the ax he threw at you. That just gets you a good growl and he waltz to the main room to probably take over your throne for the next few hours. Eh, you don't take it personally and neither does he. Its just friendly fighting, bringing use to the demon that the maiden planted inside of him. When he comes home later both of you were probably going to crash onto the bed and sleep the day away.