aren't we all hiding behind a pair of nipples

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ƪ(˘⌣˘)┐ Poisoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooner Game ┌(˘⌣˘)ʃ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

a rickety apartment complex in a rlly busy city. highest floor, out of order elevator. monsters. monsters everywhere. hwatever

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ƪ(˘⌣˘)┐ Triggers ┌(˘⌣˘)ʃ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Cloud: Needles and syringes.
Cream: Detailed eye and nail gore, mentions of a lack of afterlife, irl gore, noncon.
Dewdrop: Creepypasta stuff.
Melon: None.
Pistachio: Detailed descriptions of bugs.
Storm: None.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ƪ(˘⌣˘)┐ Pronouns ┌(˘⌣˘)ʃ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Cloud: He/Him/scarygodmother
Cream: She/Her/unleashthegeese
Dewdrop: He/Him/Sextralarge/XXL/lemonstealingwhore
Melon: He/Him/D A R E D E V I L/with a heart/maybe
Pistachio: She/Her/stop/please/stop
Storm: He/Him/6'8"/chill

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ƪ(˘⌣˘)┐ Characters ┌(˘⌣˘)ʃ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~~~Cloud~~~

Name: Cloud
Race: Witch
Gender: Cis Male
Height: 5'7" (~170.2cm)
Build: Thinner than average, but has a little muscle on his arms.
Age: 24

Appearance:
Eyes---- They droop somewhat, at all times making him look sad or stressed.
   --shape: Oval, and just a bit farther apart.
   --iris:  Off-black.
Hair---- White, naturally. His hair is wavy, thick, and tied back in a messy bun. A couple dreaded strands of hair hang loose over                                                                      his ears and cheeks.
Skin---- Dark brown
EXTRA--- He has a cursed mouth, the curse given to him by a very lousy, careless shop owner who gave him a cursed spellbook. It makes him say things he'd rather not say out loud.

Clothes-
* A plain white t-shirt, just a smidgen too large.
* A grey trench coat covered in what appear to be black and white sigils. Seriously though, it's fuckin' /covered/ -- they're goddamn everywhere, and even sometimes on each other. it's loosely opened on his chest, but kept to his body with a cloth belt.
* Simple grey skinny jeans.
* Grey patterned socks.
* White boots that raise about mid-calf.
* A couple black bobby pins are stuck in his hair, and hooked to them are charms of some sort.
* In his pockets he carries small spellbooks and other... trinkets.

Personality: OKAY, I'M TOO LAZY TO FIX THIS RN... he's just a fuckin jerk, is rlly gay, and has so many problems socializing bc of his damn cursed mouth. there, done.

~~~Cream~~~

* ~ . ~  CREAM  ~ . ~ *
f // whats a d8 // 18 // 5'1"

cream is a small girl with curly white hair, pale skin, and brown eyes. she has a brown bow on top of her head, and she wears a cream-colored dress with a beige sweater on top. she has a constantly sleepy appearance, and honestly looks like an innocent baby angle.

cream, despite her appearance and outwardly demeanor of being innocent and nice, is actually cold and rotten to the core. she care about nobody but herself. she will stop at nothing to get her way, and is very snappy and snarky. she does keep a facade of being elegant and nice, but when she's pissed, there is no stopping her once you've unleashed the geese. she is scared of bees.

~~~Dewdrop~~~

M/28/6'1"

Dewdrop is a big man, in just about every sort of way -- in height, in girth, in presence, you name it. He's quite eccentric in behavior, generally trying to say calm, collected, charming and gentlemanly. But sometimes, to be frank, shit happens, and he can't help but start to lose a grip on that temper of his. He can't help it, shit's going down! Thankfully, he's quick to put his composure back together, should it ever start to fall apart -- few have really seen what happens when Dewdrop completely loses control of his cool, but it's probably terrifying. He is a pretty strong man, after all.

Nonetheless, his usually amicable demeanor aside, you can't help but feel like there's something... *off* about this man. It's not that he's particularly evil or anything, no, but it often seems like there's something he's trying to hide. What it is, exactly, is up in the air -- many people have their theories, but no one quite knows exactly what his deal is -- and he's pretty hellbent on keeping it that way, by the looks of it.

He clearly has way too much time and money on his hands, but what he even DOES with said time and money is anyone's guess. He has a large amount of... things, lord knows what they are or where they came from. Old, antique-y looking things that he refuses to specify the origins of. He also refuses to specify how he inherited his family's fortune -- largely because he doesn't know himself. His parents just up and left one day, and he knows they're most likely alive, but where? Why did they leave? And he also tends to mumble to himself sometimes, but it's as if he's speaking with... someone, something, right behind him.

There's just an... odd presence to the guy. Abnormal. Paranormal, one might say.

But that's just a bunch of rumors! Those journalists gotta make their money somehow, right?

A tall, round man with pale blonde hair and eyes matching the color of his namesake, light freckles just across the bridge of his nose. Top hat, suit, etc the color of his namesake this man is So Fance. Always carries around this walking stick cane thing that you're like 80% sure has some sort of weapon inside it.
http://i.imgur.com/vbwZ7lb.png drawing w/ a mouse is hell 0/10 would not reccomend

~~~Melon~~~

Nic Marx (Melon)
Gender: Male
Age: 21 1/2
Height: 5'10.5
Build: On the skinnier side, but he's fairly fit.
Birthday: October 13th
Occupation: "Daredevil"
Personality: Melon's very enthusiastic, confident in himself, slightly flirtatious, and pretty energetic. He will get down and dance when he sees appropriate, and when he's impressed he'll emphasize his expression with snapping fingers. Speaking of snapping fingers, when he's in a good enough mood he can be seen snapping them when he walks around sometimes, along with making an exit by clicking his tongue twice and finger gunning. He loves doing silly but especially dangerous things for the thrill and even for money. You want to bet him that he can't do something? He'll make sure to prove you wrong, and he won't ever care about the fact that he's putting his life on the line as he enjoys the fun that he gets out of it. He can make good conversation when he's more relaxed and calm, and deep down he's a hopeless romantic so when he hits on someone it's because he's interested in that person and would like to see if they're right for him.
Appearance: Light olive skin and yellow eyes. Short, dark brown hair that's scruffy on the top, which swoops upward to the left and has red streaks. Wears a crimson scarf over a light gray v-neck, a marled unzipped double layer hoodie with the first layer being coal and the second layer being light brown, and dull dark brown skinny jeans tucked into black leather creepers. He also has brown leather brass goggles almost always seen under the messy top of his hair, the goggles having dark blue lenses. Melon can often be found with his hands in his pant pockets, a toothpick in his mouth (he admittedly thinks it makes him look more attractive), and a smirk.

~~~Pistachio~~~



~~~Storm~~~

20/M/6'8"
Jeez, who invited this guy? Silent, intimidating, and about as sturdy and stolid as a brick wall. His main form of communication is through action, and the few times he does use his booming voice, he is surprisingly well spoken. He is able to pick and convey exactly what emotions he shows at any given point, which is usually a form of protectiveness for those who he feels are at an unfair disadvantage in any situation. He dresses in dark greys and blues, accenting his icy blue eyes and jet black hair, held back in a sort of windswept style by some sort of hair product or something. Maybe magic. He tends to give off a wolfish vibe, and is very based on the ideals of honor, and glory. He keeps a short scraggly scruff of a beard that adds to the wolfish air about him. If you look closely at his teeth you can see that strangely enough, they're all pointed, as if he were some sort of carnivorous breed of human.