AGE
19
PRONOUNS
She/Her
SEXUALITY
Straight
CLASS
Demolitionist
UNSORTED
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Aug 19, 2022 18:05:19 GMT
Post by Ella Moore on Aug 19, 2022 18:05:19 GMT
Friendly fire enabled -Passive: Impish. Another explosion rung out, defeaning to Ella's ears who was subject to the dust rushing to her face, despite of which she stood her ground. A mannequin limb had flown to land at her feet, charred and broken, which she kicked away in surprise, and watched as the limb flew past a crowd of thirteen or so mannequins with pairs of animated clothing hovering above the army of plastic. "What the fuck?!" Perhaps the mannequins were a little scary. She materialised another crystal bomb, holding it with bomb hands much like a softball in dodgeball before arching her arm back and throwing it in front of the crowd of animated plastic and fabric. Conveniently enough, she heard the call for retreat by the prison, nicknamed "devil" by her. Not that she didn't mind it, but it just occurred to her that of three, only the nun bad bothered to introduce themselves. That's fine, devil was a fitting name. Ella turned on her heel, thankful to be wearing running shoes, sprinting up the motionless escalator two steps at a time and jumped over the bench while pushing herself with both hands grabbing onto the top of it, right on que to see the nun being strangled by a pair of jeans and a mannequin squaring off with the prison girl. Ella would've laughed had it not been a serious situation; these things were actually trying to kill the trio. "Do something, prison girl! I got the stairs!" [googlefont=Alegreya Sans SC:400] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:9px;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:9px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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19
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She/Her
SEXUALITY
Straight
CLASS
Demolitionist
UNSORTED
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Aug 18, 2022 20:21:45 GMT
Post by Ella Moore on Aug 18, 2022 20:21:45 GMT
Friendly fire enabled "Well that did jack sh-" Ka-Boom! Dust and glass fragments were sent flying through the air as an echoing rupture made the ears of everybody present lightly ring, including Ella's own. Mannequin limbs and chared plastic flew though the air while smoke substituted the previous 5 ft of clear space, rising up to the ceiling slowly as a testament to the devil's destructive power. "AWESOME!" Ella herself began to laugh in awe of what she had just done, materialising another explosive crystal ball and chucking it forward onto the leftover plastic. Five feet radius, and it lacked the firepower to melt the things. Regardless of which, they were mannequins. "This is easy!" For the first time, she smiled, and it wasn't an innocent smile either. It was a dmile fit for mischief, evil, a smile for a devil, in many ways. At least now, she wasn't drunk. With her adrenaline pumping through her veins, it became easier to gather her thoughts while waiting for the crystal bomb to explode. She was in a sort of video game, most definitely not real by the unpleasant sensation previously, stuck alongside what were either people or NPCs. Ella was inexperienced with gaming herself, having chosen to make her free time drinking and leeching from her friends, but enough YT videos and Twitter posts informed her of how games worked. That and, the priest was being helpful. She thought of the screen and surprisingly, it appeared in front of her with a variety of options to choose from. Following the priestess' words, her hand pushed towards the same "titles" and was met with a big, big title. DEMOLITIONISTThat made a lot of sense. [googlefont=Alegreya Sans SC:400] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:9px;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:9px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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19
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She/Her
SEXUALITY
Straight
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Demolitionist
UNSORTED
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Aug 18, 2022 16:45:48 GMT
Post by Ella Moore on Aug 18, 2022 16:45:48 GMT
Friendly fire enabled A surge of what could be described as a "prickling sensation" exploded from the mere firm touch of the prison girl's hands, worsened by the pull that almost had Ella sprawl to the floor. She felt sick, overwhelmed by the sensitivity of her horns. So, she kicked. The tip of her running shoe(s) impacted Anastasia's shin with enough force that she herself could've cursed out in pain were she not on the verge of throwing up. And to top it all off, prison girl decided that self-defense wasn't justified- only angering her more. "They're sensitive, dumbass!" She roared in response, a hand trying to hide her devilish appearance while the other balled up into a fist tight enough to snap wood. This is the same anger that got you in trouble.Deep breath in, deep breath out. While she fidn't smile and let her fist open back up, her legs straightened from being ready to pounce onto the girl. Turning towards the nun, she looked back and saw the.. uhm.. mannequin? "You scared of some mannequin?" Perfect, a way to release her anger. That being, in more ways than one as her right fist was forcefully opened up to hold a clear crystal object, roughly spherical in shape. Instinctually, Ella lobbed the object towards the oncoming mannequins. [googlefont=Alegreya Sans SC:400] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:9px;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:9px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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19
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She/Her
SEXUALITY
Straight
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Demolitionist
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Aug 18, 2022 15:06:43 GMT
Post by Ella Moore on Aug 18, 2022 15:06:43 GMT
I must be the fucking devil to be here. A nun and a prisoner walk into a bar. "This must be some weird fucking dream." Ella laid her deep-crimson eyes upon the two figures, examining their outward character and their ability-to-answer-her-questions. A teenage girl who must've been cosplaying Orange is the New Black, though the scarring job was a sight to behold and.. A nun. "Call me the fucking devil, we have a nun." Ella looked down, snickering to herself for a moment before hearing a very relatable question from the prison girl. Not that she wasn't sociable or anything, Ella offered a mere shrug to the question before following after the girl to see where she was going. At least, her interest was peaked enough to follow after her. "Don't be stupid, we're in a mall, where do you see water?" And then the prison girl stopped in front of the mirror. An eyebrow raised while she let out a disapproving grunt, though could not help but stare at the peculiar gold in her eyes. How did one explain that? Contacts? Perhaps her face was a mask that came with fske eyes, it did seem a little too smooth to be normal. "Animefied, huh." Then, she wondered if she also changed. And by god, she did. "Speak of the fucking devil." Pointed horns, deep black in colour and piercing through her snow-white hair. Her eyes were an unnatural red and her teeth were weirdly pointing. "I AM the devil." She turned to the nun, jogging up to her with worry plastered on her face. "Nun, that doesn't matter. Explain these! I can literally feel them!" Statement backed by her poking the very tip of her horns and recoiling with a hiss. [googlefont=Alegreya Sans SC:400] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:9px;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:9px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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She/Her
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Demolitionist
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Aug 18, 2022 12:25:32 GMT
Post by Ella Moore on Aug 18, 2022 12:25:32 GMT
How high am I? Ella laid on her friend's black leather couch, a bottle of beer keeping her company at her feet, eyes struggling to stay open while the TV blared the children's program at an uncomfortable "35" volume. One of many questions are made here: Why is she looking at barney the dinosaur? Simple answer, she's drunk (duh) and she couldn't bother to reach for the remote at the armrest beside her head. So, barney it was. Yet, as she watched the purple dinosaur dancing around with the children on the screen, she noticed how the screen was gradually shifting to a more "cyan" hue, eventually taking over the screen entirely. "Pick a class." 1. Demolitionist. 2. Pyromancer 3. Surg- The TV remote was sent flying through the air, edge spinning into the TV and embedding itself into the screen. The screen went lifeless, eliciting a proud "hmph" from the woman. That was, at least, until her sight was overtaken by pitch-black and she was suddenly falling through the air. Room gone, no booze, no couch, no friend in the kitchen making herself a sandwich. Just.. falling. To Ella in her drunken state, she must've been falling for hours on end. And then her ass met the cold, smooth-hard floor of tiling that resulted in a echoing "FUCK!" within the abandoned mall Wait, an abandoned mall? Ella stood up, a hand swiping away the dust that had collected on her back, and observed her surroundings: it was quite literally, a mall. An abandoned one, in fact, where clothes were scattered and torn, mannequins were missing limbs, several glass shards littered the floor, and an everlasting echo was produced with each noise she made- it being her shuffling around to get a good 360 of the area. "Is this a fever dream?" She asked, not expecting an answer. That was, until she heard another voice, two in fact. Both female, and both very confused too. Curious for an answer, she followed the noise of cracking glass with a little speed in her step, oblivious to the fact that she herself was making herself very present within the mall. [googlefont=Alegreya Sans SC:400] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:9px;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:9px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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She/Her
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Straight
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Demolitionist
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Aug 17, 2022 18:37:50 GMT
Post by Ella Moore on Aug 17, 2022 18:37:50 GMT
How high am I? Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Sed sagittis erat in odio ornare, in congue leo auctor. Suspendisse risus magna, dapibus eu ligula at, tincidunt vulputate leo. Curabitur suscipit hendrerit ligula at pretium. Suspendisse iaculis varius tortor, sagittis dictum felis tristique nec. Proin nisl neque, condimentum a nisi eu, lobortis rutrum ex. Fusce quis lorem nisi. Suspendisse nulla nibh, porta sed risus vitae, tempus vestibulum nibh. Fusce a suscipit nulla. Fusce nisi ipsum, venenatis ut suscipit nec, maximus et magna. Phasellus a elit porta, dictum mauris at, aliquet enim. Donec semper felis orci, sit amet ornare ligula tristique nec. Cras consectetur iaculis tortor, sed pharetra orci lobortis nec. In erat tortor, rhoncus ac elementum mollis, tempor ac sem. Morbi eget enim sit amet tortor convallis pellentesque. Aenean convallis turpis id est facilisis vehicula. Aenean et enim ex. Sed eleifend venenatis faucibus. Donec in risus ut tellus convallis ultricies. Vestibulum mattis non mauris at gravida. Maecenas elementum faucibus est. Sed et neque vel ligula vulputate ultricies vitae vel erat. [googlefont=Alegreya Sans SC:400] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:9px;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:9px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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Post by Ella Moore on Aug 16, 2022 4:04:34 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","revcall"] [attr="class","revcalltop"] [attr="class","revcallimg"] [attr="class","revcallname"]Ella Moore [attr="class","revcalllyric"]I'M GOING TO NEED MORE ALCOHOL. [attr="class","revcallbar"] [attr="class","revcallbar1"]
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-Unrealistic Optimism[break] -Being Lead[break] -Crowded Locations[break] -Fairy Tales[break] -Vanila Pepsi[break]
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Love is...[break][break]
Difficult.[break][break]
Ella was given birth to by a very stereotypical white family within Australia: white man, white woman, only child Ella. She lived her toddler years seeking pleasure from materialistic possessions, following her natural desire to explore the three-storey house with a little too many vases to break, and seeking affection from either parent. Life was perfect for Ella, or as she'd say- "goo goo gaa gaa."[break][break]
But this isn't a happy story. When something can go bad, it will go bad. But first, it's important to understand that Ella owned a lot of humanoid objects. As a female, she took after her mother and learnt to clumsily mimic her motherly behaviour onto the several dolls she owned, changing clothes, feeding them milk (and making a mess of grey carpet in her bedroom), brushing their hair, etc. Ella was raised learning that caring for something or someone was immensely pleasurable and therefore was set as her "Top Value" amongst other priorities.[break][break]
Fast forward to school. Kindergaten was a breeze, everyone merely followed what they liked to do and Ella was so typical that there was little to call her out for within the classroom of twenty or so other children.[break][break]
But then we get to early puberty.[break][break]
Love to Ella was acting affectionately to someone and entertwining her life with theirs, making their problem hers and the vice versa. Love to Ella was being able to seek pleasure by being kissed back, sharing jokes, sitting together, being all lovey dovey without any repercussions.[break][break]
So naturally, she got dumped.[break][break]
Ella could still vividly remember at the age of twelve where she got a bright-red hand mark on her cheek as what could only be litres of pepsi, fanta, monster, and school-cafeteria OJ drenched her body and stung her eyes worse than her pollen allergy. Why did she get dumped?[break][break]
Too clingy, too needy. There is pleasure and then there are principles, people will not steal from their parents to keep them happy and because their good acts may be rewarded in the future, same here. Ella could've balanced her need to feel loved with her boyfriend's free time, but she didn't. You could say that it wasn't love, but rather Ella was using him as a means to her own selfish end.[break][break]
But this is confusing to her. Caring for people was good, affection was good, loving someone was good. Ella stood there in tears as her mind scrambled to understand why she was being punished for something that was good.[break][break]
This is the part that defines her older character. There were two explanations to this situation in her head:[break][break]
She was trash.[break][break]
The man was trash. And if the man was trash, everyone else involved was trash, but it's so much easier to generalise everyone under something they were not involved in.[break][break]
So, men were trash.[break][break]
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Sixteen years old.
Ok, men are trash. Ella went on with her life with a sour attitude towards love, opinion corrupted by her previous experience of love. How to cope? Don't chase for love. A rather easy solution to an otherwise impossible dilemma, allowing ber to focus on herself and carry on with life with ease.[break][break]
Too easy? I know.[break][break]
Love came to her: A black-haired, tanned, muscular frame seen through his casual attire of blue ripped jeans and long-sleeved red shirt, with what she could only describe as a "strong" face that made seeing him all the more blush-enducing. Ella was not necessarily skinny, carrying some muscle that isn't just a widened hip and more weight on her chest- the middleground to skinny and fat, if you will. She had a small nose, thin lips, no makeup, and was wearing similar clothing to him.[break][break]
It felt a little too good to be true.[break]
Regardless of which, they talked, they hung out, she shared her previous love experience. While at first weary, it wss difficult for her to remain so tense around him. He wasn't quiet, but he was a good listener, he shared music tastes and was often her motivator to do things individually.[break][break]
See the repetition in this? Someone comes along, she likes them, she hangs out. She then finds out this recent love interest was part of a gang.[break][break]
Rich people hang out with rich people for a reason: they hope the latter's personality rubs onto them so they become more successful. This is the same when looking at bad people. A good person will adopt a bad person's snarky remarks the more they stay with them, turning them into rotten apple #2. Point in case here? She turned rotten too.[break][break]
Arguments, taking copious amounts of drugs, toxic romace, turning foul. Ella's belief of having to care for others corrupted, now believing that caring for others meant being shit to them because it was funny, pulling pranks because it's just a joke, and pressuring them to do things because her approval was important. It wasn't that she turned bad just to turn bad, she fully believed she was being nice.[break][break]
Until well, she realised she was not so nice. A simple message over the phone and Ella felt relieved to be out of the drama of it all. No more drugs, no more petty arguments, no more toxicity.[break][break]
But just like how love found her, that same love turned sour. This is her most vivid recollection of memories, her endless fuel to live, her reason for doing what she did.[break][break]
The crowbar hit the side of Ella's head, knockint her to the floor. Looking up, it was him. Not just him, though, perhaps a total of thirteen people were beside him- snickering, muttering, holding gasoline and soda. Why? Again? Oh, he didn't like that she left without a good reason. That, and she could've snitched about the gang.[break][break]
Well that's kind of dumb.[break][break]
And while young Ella would've balled up and cried, this toxic Ella bared her teeth and struggled up with nails digging into her palms. Anger, as many say, was an incredible motivator to do things. The thing was, she had no way to release that anger when she was pushed back down and began being kicked by the thirteen or so people swarming her. Her ribs hurt, her hip hurt, her shoulders and arms hurt, her legs hurt, and her brain felt hotter than a blue flame. It angered her more, especially as she saw a couple of phones being held overhead to record her.[break][break]
Yes, she was left unconscious on the street a couple of meters away from school. This was to her favour as a few hundred people pr so could've seen her laying on the floor bleeding and called for the ambulances. She sat there, in her bed, a permanent glare that leaked a violent-black hatred to any that met her eyes, using her good finger to scroll through mountains of Twitter posts.[break][break]
Ah, her ex recorded their time together.[break][break]
Ah, they posted the recordings of the drugs, even including the part where she barely stands straight.[break][break]
Ah, they posted the video of her being beaten up.[break][break]
Ah, her address was leaked.[break][break]
"Fuck this world."
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