GUESS WHO

I JUST WANNA BE MYSELF AND I WANT YOU TO LOVE.. ME FOR WHO I AM

I JUST WANNA BE MYSELF AND I WANT YOU TO KNOW... I AM MY HAIR

...I'VE HAD ENOUGH, THIS IS MY PRAY'R

THAT I'LL DIE LIVING JUST AS FREE AS MY HAIR.

Enticed

1.2 billion years. For 1.2 billion years has the moon mysticized the race of humans. At her full shine, the brightest of her moonlight will hypnotize any living creature whose eyes watched her closely. She will capture their hearts, and make them illuminated. Her own glare. Her own shine. The graceful succubus. Selene. There are human races. Races alright. But, there are also races. We are this race. The Illuminated. The Captivated. Moon's own little mirrors. It is not our difference that makes as special. Not our powers. We don't need wings. We don't need chivalry. We are not fantasy. It is our own grace that makes us different. The grace we refract and reflect from the moon is our very own grace. God's grace that he spread through the moon. His way of showing how graceful everything he made is for 1.2 billion years. I am just one of our race. I am just here to find the others like me. To belong. There was once a legend about Selene falling in love with a human and made love to him. The only thing was, all this time he has to stay asleep. Forever. We are her children... the Children of The Moon.

●๋•Shirokawa Okori "CHAOS"●๋•

A life of chaotic past. And so i was called Chaos.

I came from a place full of great gods and goddesses. From a certain place in Japan. I'm one of them, the daughter of the strongest and greatest gods ever. All i could say is, my parents were fools. After my mom gave birth to me, she jumped off the cliff to a path of great thorns, for she gave birth to a fox-tailed girl with the greatest beauty. A beauty that shone upon everyone.
My mom was the most beautiful of all goddesses. But she lost that title for i was born. She despised me for that. Supposedly, she would kill me, but my idiotic father stopped her for it would be a big thing to deal with when everyone knows about it. So she committed suicide saying it's useless to live any longer when she's not the most beautiful creature living. My father, so i say, was a fool. He killed all those who claimed that the child was the most beautiful creature they've ever seen. After seeing the rampage and chaos he caused, he felt so guilty and went off slaying himself using the greatest sword ever known. I was there, still an infant, crying, looking for someone to love me. But no one came. The sword was there beside me, all covered in blood. Blood of all the gods and goddesses that my father killed.. including his. The village ended up being engulfed in great fire.

How did i survive that tragedy?

An old sorcerer went to that village, they say. He saw me, crying my all out. He noticed i was different. He said he felt something great in me. So, he brought me with him, bringing along the mighty sword. I grew up in his great care. He taught me a lot of things, about life, fighting, and possible upcoming events. And he was the one who named me.. Shirokawa Okori. His other students, whom i became friends with, calls me Chaos because of my chaotic past. I don't hate them, though. It's true anyway. I am Chaos.

I became one of the greatest students of Master Chi. He said i have a long way to go for me to manifest my true power. I'm not having even half of it. I am a kitsune, and at the same time, a goddess for i'm a descender of gods. I currently have 6 tails, living for more than 600 years. Training and fighting for more than 600 years. And been under the care of Master Chi for 600 years.

One day, Master Chi told me something very important. That a lot of creatures of different kinds are off to kill me. For i am different. And also because in my possession.. is my father's great sword. They slowly came attacking the village i was in. I ran away, not wanting my Master and the others get involved. They understood, and provided for my journey.

And now, I'm in the middle of England. Blending in with human beings. For in my mind, i won't let anybody destroy this world just because of who i am and what i have. What could happen next?

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1.03.01

uh, no I hadn't seen the movie... was it nice or something?? i'm going to check it out ... this time , im going to value this blog... possibly a post per week.... school here is slight to moderately bearable... it's brain-damaging
still bffs( though this is gay language)...
-N

IVAN: The Russian Angel

He was born on the 15th of March, 1221 to Saint Helga by Angel Raphael. Of forbidden love, they had it secret. No one knew some people were angels sent to Earth. Helga and Raphael were lovers in the land of Heaven. Their love from above became flesh in Earth. His mother left him in the orphanage to be taken care of and was adopted by Vlad Yasilvich, his gluttonous foster-father, and Zarina, his earthly mother who had always loved him in spite of her husband's cruelty towards him.

When his father gets drunk, his father usually beats him up. Useless. Weak. Stupid. Insults from his father which engraved itself profoundly unto his memory. His father always taught he was of the devil for his skin was not penetrable by anything, even knives. His father wished he had a normal son and Ivan always bore the heavy tension inside. His father rebuked him so much that the reason he adopted him was that he could use him as a punching bag when he got angry with his wife, whom he doesn't want to hurt.

On 1237, a Mogul Invasion occurred. Genghis Khan. Their town got caught up and his parents were killed. St. Helga helped him escape the scouting moguls for survivors. He lived on his own for some time; sleeping on a cave and finding bread in front of him when he wakes up. On his 17th birthday, he was visited by Saint Helga and made known to him of what he truly is. He understood right away everything like he had already known it before. That was because he was already born in heaven, he just took flesh on Earth. His wings started growing but his body never did. Angels were immortal. But never perfect. His grip was stronger. And he need not to eat food every meal for light was what he only needed. Ivan became an angel.