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Well, new members, welcome, anyone that can advise helping me in the beginning days of my guild, its aprecated! anyway tell me a lil about ur selves here!

Hiya,
My name is Jackie.
I am 19 going on 20 (my birthday is April 20th)
I live in Michigan (hopefully moving soon outta state)
I am a 2009 Graduate of John Glenn High School.


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OMG!!!!!! you didnt tell me that! Lol im glad you two are finally together!

“Please…make the noise go away…” From deep in the Creatura Templum Sanitarium came mumbled pleas to stop things that weren’t even happening, to get rid of things that didn’t exist, to make it all stop. From a comfortably padded white room did the quiet murmurs come, whispers from a creature with a mind more delicate than glass. Choked sobs came from something that looked to be a person curled up with her legs to her chest and her arms clutching them for dear life. Just another one of those crazies. Though likely one of the less violent ones, for she lacked the straight jacket that most of her companions wore. “Don’t leave me…You’re going to leave me…” Shallow breaths were drawn through the quiet cries, and eventually, the woman fell to her side, still in the fetal position that you saw oh-so-many patients in while exploring this place. But after a moment, her arms began to hurt, and so she released her knees and lay sprawled out on her side, staring at the door that could lead to her freedom and her destruction. But wait- there was something different about this young lady. Something in the doctors’ minds had decided that dark gray skin was not natural, and neither were the curving white markings upon her arms, legs, and face. And so she was put into the “special” wing, with all the rest of the “unnatural” patients. “Please…don’t turn off the light…!” Then again, not a lot of things about this girl could be considered natural. Her obsessive fears of the dark, the noise, being left alone, blood and needles, death, were not natural. Her skin color and all-around general appearance were not natural. When was the last time you saw a black-and-white-skinned human with translucent white butterfly wings sprouting from her shoulder blades? These wings, speckled with black spots in no specific pattern, could not have belonged to a human. It just wasn’t possible. Her waist-length hair, a pure silvery white, with black bangs, was also not natural. Curved white markings, almost like rounded-off stripes, spaced widely on her arms and legs and then fitting two under each glacier-blue eye, were just not natural. And the teardrop-shaped diamond on her forehead…that could not have been there when she was born. The damaged, bent antennae with small white knobs at the ends were an impossibility. But this was all in the eyes of those [i]humans.[/i] Honestly, her appearance was perfectly natural, where she came from. She was a faerie. One of a rather powerful family of Fae, no less. But her magic was long since unusable due to stress and not having practiced for so long. Which is why she was banished to the human world, and then caught and shoved into this hellhole. According to the doctors, she had been here “too long.” More than thirty years. But they likely meant “too long” in the sense that though she had been staying here for decades, she looked the same as when they had caught her. The Fae lived a long time, you know. But the humans didn’t know that. They didn’t know anything. Her clothes were white. Pure white. Whiter than the padded walls around her. A top, form-fitting but not tight, was long enough to cover her stomach. The sleeves (though they really couldn’t be called that) were no more than a three-finger width. A diamond identical in shape to the one on her forehead was attached to the unusually high-cut neck of the top, and then from that was a hood, hanging useless off her neck for the time being. Her skirt actually looked like two pieces of cloth sewn together at the top corners, making for incredibly long slits, all the way down to her ankles. But thankfully there was something under that, barely counting as pants, but luckily passing her knees and therefore crossing over from “shorts” to “pants.” Her feet were entirely bare, but honestly, shoes weren’t a part of her culture. Not a lot of people needed them when flying came second-nature to the Fae. Like the other patients, this girl also had a plate outside of her cell, with bundles of papers clipped onto it. The first one had the basic information; name and all that. [i]Patient number: 372 Name: Sennyo (Last name unknown) Diagnosis: Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, Achluophobia, Acousticophobia, Agliophobia, Aichmophobia, Eremophobia, Hemophobia, Monophobia, Necrophobia Note: Cellmate has been put into consideration. Further studies on behavior need to be recorded.[/i]