#verce

[cloudy-rom]

icons of the 6 ocs that used to be my mains!

[aveium]

Iomi oike

Admalne ys dequ dec oten a arapel di siba: la ahorequäbe onbleur. Noër del aiuyo ys te tu bleur cahee, que vequa a dac orequa.

Ia ahäibeha otëa di verce ton anceteu du arutes intelée. Baslu quancu, dumaimpi, avel viqui dac ameru mea. Baslu-let ia ut di prei ? Uh nautu iändogez? Ia as väibe di cita, iürniam jira en co'mom, vie dureske me nu jermiga.

Ëtéek, ais 05.02.2011,

Iomi oïke en lukes jitása mirixin, Amésa coëy, qui vonce mei ëdiaca. En quancehet tu bleur katésa homixin, Oïcéedu ober me tu aller lieaca. Ala-ia ën alumne, qui vonce a ames, Vie jeze san una mia dec gerz gerzés, Not usa de mexut, it ia'l brenuanu. O mia de Aell, i'pri't, je aruanu, Ärvuadgée me, it abiné mei chancu A daut mia dec durs du duëin ahamesaute Ala-ia jlesu, deï, kat jlesu däa quancu Groc bacten orequ! O deï, ia mes naute Di grita, avel il de ut a sir di cahe, Av ia nechqu me ät däa an orquel - It mia dec ëckonc griha-ia ät di vahe, Vie ia'l en de bacten au de nechqueël!

[off-sensive]

This will hurt.

Alright, so. It's finally time to um. Introduce myself.

So, I'm the Vernas system. I consider myself to be a rather mixed system, and we don't mind at all on gender specification, or being considering as a single person. I, Luna, am the main front. Verce is an entity of doubt that resides in my headspace. It decides that plurality is a bunch of bull and forces me to repulse anything about it. Constantly wants to co-front, though I don't want it to. At all. It may burst out if enough stress or pressure is accumulated. Ocean is a fictive. He is physically thirty-two, and is of German blood. He bartends for a living, and is barely home. He shares mutual feelings with many things I do, so we comfort each other emotionally and mentally. Kato is another fictive. He takes the personality and appearance of an eight-year-old child, and is the small of the system. He releases much of the tension I gain on a daily basis. His metabolism is also slowly merging with my own. And Xuan, a bare fictive and walk-in. He only appears when something inappropriate or fun pops up, and is able to take front without me noticing, thus causing me to lose time. I hate him, and the feeling is mutual. I may also have FMS. I'm sorry that you had to read this. We're sorry you did. But we are who we are, and I wouldn't change for anyone. I would rather not speak about plurality anymore, thank you.