- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Sporadically, Though out the Day
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- - Modern/Magical/High Fantasy
- Paranormal
- Romance-ish
- Supernatural
- Original
- Fandom
- Action
- Adventure
- Espionage
- Apocalyptic
- Alternative Reality
- Genre-Bent Reality
- Steampunk
- Cyberpunk
- Dieselpunk
- Magipunk
- Sci-fi
- Superhuman
-Questions and other information will be directed/found in the OOC thread-
We exist as neither human nor angel nor demon; alive nor dead. Unpredictable, unkillable creatures who stalk the shadows and hide in the elements, echoes of a time long forgotten. We have no forms but have mastered shapeshifting, allowing us to look any way we want, how old we want, and do just about anything we can think of with our shapeless bodies. Unfortunately, there is a bit of a sick, twisted drawback to our existence, as if who ever created us, created us to be nothing more than entertainment to them, or maybe we are an experiment gone awry? 'Living' proof that there are limits to even a mighty deity's grand powers?
Every single one of us lack something or another
The passage ended as a dark mass settled over the parchment and a smooth, somewhat deep yet feminine voice asked, "What are you writing?" Nameless was what the kageko was called. Though the kageko, or shadow children, don't have genders in the traditional sense, 'she' identified as female. She was also one of the weirder looking kageko, having taken a fancy to yellow and red and it reflected in her skin tone, the yellow dominating her complexion while the red markings shifted with the lighting. Yellow and red dragon wings sprouted from her back and were folded neatly as they were indoors. The clothes she wore also reflected her interest in the colors.
Record Keeper, or R. K., sighed wearily. Unlike it's sister it did not identify with either gender and opted for a more plain, gender neutral appearance. Some would even go as far as to describe it unexceptionally ordinary and thus unrememberable. "I keep track of everything but us; have you noticed?" It looked over at Nameless, who frowned.
"Perhaps there is too much to keep record of?" Nameless responded, misinterpreting the nature of the question. She did that a lot with no fault of anyone's. Though she had been getting better, it still boggled Record Keeper's mind. What did she lack to cause such an odd side effect? Nameless, despite her appearance, was normal in other aspects, but her nature did have Record Keeper wondering if she also lacked other emotions aside from placid.
The genderless kageko merely sighed and turned back to the parchment to continue writing. "What are the others doing?" Record Keeper dared to ask. The two lived with several others in an ancient castle away from civilization in a sort of pocket dimension, but not without means of visiting the modern world. In the beginning it was just Record Keeper and Nameless inhabiting the stone structure, but others soon joined them much to Record Keeper's annoyance. Over time it slowly grew to tolerate the others' presences but it still preferred to be left in peace.
Nameless tilted her head, her yellow and red eyes holding a puzzled look as she slowly processed the information, her short, gold, red highlighted hair falling off to the side. "You want me to go check?" she finally inquired.
We exist as neither human nor angel nor demon; alive nor dead. Unpredictable, unkillable creatures who stalk the shadows and hide in the elements, echoes of a time long forgotten. We have no forms but have mastered shapeshifting, allowing us to look any way we want, how old we want, and do just about anything we can think of with our shapeless bodies. Unfortunately, there is a bit of a sick, twisted drawback to our existence, as if who ever created us, created us to be nothing more than entertainment to them, or maybe we are an experiment gone awry? 'Living' proof that there are limits to even a mighty deity's grand powers?
Every single one of us lack something or another
The passage ended as a dark mass settled over the parchment and a smooth, somewhat deep yet feminine voice asked, "What are you writing?" Nameless was what the kageko was called. Though the kageko, or shadow children, don't have genders in the traditional sense, 'she' identified as female. She was also one of the weirder looking kageko, having taken a fancy to yellow and red and it reflected in her skin tone, the yellow dominating her complexion while the red markings shifted with the lighting. Yellow and red dragon wings sprouted from her back and were folded neatly as they were indoors. The clothes she wore also reflected her interest in the colors.
Record Keeper, or R. K., sighed wearily. Unlike it's sister it did not identify with either gender and opted for a more plain, gender neutral appearance. Some would even go as far as to describe it unexceptionally ordinary and thus unrememberable. "I keep track of everything but us; have you noticed?" It looked over at Nameless, who frowned.
"Perhaps there is too much to keep record of?" Nameless responded, misinterpreting the nature of the question. She did that a lot with no fault of anyone's. Though she had been getting better, it still boggled Record Keeper's mind. What did she lack to cause such an odd side effect? Nameless, despite her appearance, was normal in other aspects, but her nature did have Record Keeper wondering if she also lacked other emotions aside from placid.
The genderless kageko merely sighed and turned back to the parchment to continue writing. "What are the others doing?" Record Keeper dared to ask. The two lived with several others in an ancient castle away from civilization in a sort of pocket dimension, but not without means of visiting the modern world. In the beginning it was just Record Keeper and Nameless inhabiting the stone structure, but others soon joined them much to Record Keeper's annoyance. Over time it slowly grew to tolerate the others' presences but it still preferred to be left in peace.
Nameless tilted her head, her yellow and red eyes holding a puzzled look as she slowly processed the information, her short, gold, red highlighted hair falling off to the side. "You want me to go check?" she finally inquired.