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abiotic faptor, more like.

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I might as well explain myself further instead of letting you decide who I am off her description of herself... I was going to say pathetic but I'm no better.
I don't even think they cared for a file. So. I made one myself. I got rid of the questions I couldn't/didn't want to answer. Sorry.
Ahem, let's start the "show" then. :)
"The dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the one that doesn't. "
Name(s) : ... I- I don't know anymore.
Alt Name(s) : Auburn, Thomas, Quitxoticz (more so by proxy)... Oh and uhm... "Eon" I guess. Sorry.
Titles : Do these even matter anymore?
Old Titles : I don't know...
Nicknames : Aubury (Not even a nickname just a whole different name but whatever...), Tommy, Quit.
Chronological Age : ... I don't know.
Age : I try to blend in with people.
Pronouns : He/She/Any.
Sexuality : Bisexual, aroace.
Gender : Apagender neutral.
Species : Insert concept.
Mental Conditions : Paranoia, Derealization[, probably more but I forgot to research/remember]
Physical Conditions : I used to be half blind... My legs do sometimes hurt for no reason but I'm sure that's just the consequences of being a concept.
Addiction(s) : ... You know what I'm like if you've seen her.
Religion : Agnostic. God may exist yet he shall not influence/create me as a person.
Text colour : Red.
Living Place : The Facility (technically).
Height : 6'3 (190.5cm) with heels, 6ft (182.88cm) normally.
Language(s) : English but I can just easily access a translator...
Voice claim : Tony(I think that's his name...)(just the clock) - Don't Hug Me I'm Scared
[ Any Quit voice claim also works. ]
Powers : Concept powers... It's kinda obvious.
Weakness(es) : Concept weaknesses + tendency to fold under the presence of someone more powerful.
Weapon(s) : My axe!! Oh I love her dearly! :)
Theme Song(s) : [I'll think about itt....... ]
Battle Theme Song(s) : [^]
Playlist :
Alignment : Why does it even matter.
Blood Colour : Choose a colour and texture. It'll bleed that for you.
Awareness : Aware — universe wise, Aware — story wise. Effect (both) — negative.
Hobbies : Playing pretend and uhm drawing? I do like exploring too... I don't know what hobbies are to be honest...
Favourite Drink(s) : I just drink whatever.
Favourite Colour : Red, Silver, Pink, Black. You know, what I look like.
Favourite Animal(s) : I like bunnies...
Scent : I don't know. Probably like my blood, different for everyone.
Handedness : right handed by proxy.
[ Birthday : Still my birthday ]
Relationships :
Auburn isn't the one to hold relationships well. She's weak minded when it comes to others. Trying to snap them into loyally following her or herself crumbling under the pressure from meeting someone new.
I guess that comes with meeting so many people who want you dead or to the point you wish for death.
Average = 40%, lowest = 0%, highest = 90%.
"Father" : Dr. A Newman 5%, all I remember is him yelling. Everytime I saw him he was mad at me or someone else.
Other :
Andrew Trenches 10%, he reminds me of bad people I met.
Eon 40%, I'm sorry. I still don't really know who you are...
Dummy 40%, They ask weird questions and changed mannerisms mid way through. Felt weird...
If you want to request your oc for how Auburn trusts them please feel free to do so. :3
Brief personality : Auburn is a mess, hiding yet also seeking. She tries to look scary, to make herself a warning yet she also craves for you to pity her. For you to see her as an innocent creature.
I wonder how long it'll take for her to reveal none of those descriptions of her are accurate. She's unstable. Cowardly, shy, anxious. She wants power and respect yet no matter "how hard she tries" she always fails. Like she should. Someone as destroyed as her would just make the world end itself if she got the slightest of power.
(Okay maybe that was an exaggeration since she does technically have some "power"... )
Brief backstory : I'll tell you a story another time. I don't want to bore you. My life isn't too eventful.
Been burnt out recently so no newww art, but a sam Rosado sketch will do. I’d love to see Shawn in a horror setting again
Relationship Analysis: Why Hellion/X-23 is a Damaging Ship
Honestly, even when I first latched onto this pairing years ago, I didn't quite like it. It felt off, borderline wrong, for Laura to be with this volatile rich kid. It's a good first crush for her, but in terms of permanence, it's not gonna fly.
Those curious, settle down for the dissection of this pairing. Those who are vitriolic towards anything that points out the flaws in the ship, kindly use the door by ignoring this post.
Now, let's start this autopsy.

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The Facility - chapter one
It was a ritual at this point. Certain people the day after they turned eighteen were abducted and never to be heard of again. No one knew why or what happens to them. They just vanished-
Milo takes a deep breath, his eyes glistening as the candles stabbed through the flesh of the birthday cake flicker before his eyes.
“Happy birthday dear Milo-“
Milo had a bad feeling all through his body, he had hunches and most of the time, they were right. Why did they always have to be right!
“Happy birthday to you! Blow out the candles!”
Milo gulped, smiling at his family as he closed his eyes and thought ‘don’t let this hope be right’ before he blew out the candles.
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That night he struggled to fall asleep, tossing and turning on his mattress that tonight felt like stone. He let out a frustrated groan and sat up mumbling angrily to himself “stupid fucking birthday.”
Random bits of Stevens files