| | In- So- M A T I C A
June 6, 2009 - 5:47pm — Tolvia
*Updates; 'please read'.
| - x - Insomatica will be taking part in the up coming rut. - x - |
// PLEASE READ, EXTREMELY IMPORTANT!! //
Apparently Im not allowed to keep this doe anymore. So I have to literally destory her. Yay me. Im keeping her design, I just have to change her personality and such. Which in my opinion is deleting a character and replacing her with another. Which is like trying to draw different. Very very hard. Oh and if you dont like the layout for the biographies I produce go tell someone who cares. >:c If it looks good to me then it stays, and it does. Im not shaping up to be anyones apprentice here and I certainly dont want to jump the gun and immediatly critise everyone here. This all just seems like high school to me.
This'll all change in about three days, if I do it before my holiday.
I n s o m a t i c a . !
The basic me
name . | Insomatica Devote
alias . | Insomatic, Insanity. Tica, Devote.
title . | - help ? -
gender . | Female
age . | Young adult
sexuality . | Bisexual. { prefers bucks }
species . | Insomatic doe
date of birth . | 13 / 4 / 09
theme song . | My own e n e m y.
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My connections
adoptive mother . | none.
adoptive father . | none.
siblings . | Virtue {dead} Lolleeta {dead}
other . | none.
mate . | still single.
offspring . | none.
personality . |
Cruel. Sadistic and cold. She loves the rain and darkness, stalks young fawns in the fog. Shes the kind of girl you'd hate to meet on a saturday night, all alone in the darkness. She'd rip your head off without warning, slash and stab with her abnormally sharp hooves, overgrown. Maybe they are the cause of her misery and pain. Just try to cut them. Just try to help her. She'll kick, buck and headbutt until there is nothing left of you but a broken pile of bones and blood. This is Insomatica Devote and this is how she'd act. Fawns beware, your nightmare has arrived.
loves & hates
- hates rainbows
- hates sunshine
- hates bad manners
- hates bad language
- loves eating fawns
- loves the darkness
- loves killing
- loves the fog
friends
- Vern | Rikochi
Enemys
- Laurette | Pinkpaws40
Up to date.
mood . | Happy, tired.
activity . | Laying down
off/online? . | Offline.
thoughts . | "Haha, Laurette"
the days activities . | Waking up -> having a nice time with Virgil, Crowe and another doe/stag -> Fighting Laurette -> winning (?) -> Taunting and laughing manically at her.
current physical health status . | ( 70% ) healthy & injured |
current mental health status . | ( 50% ) [ I n s a n e . ]
History . . |
"Behind closed doors.."
"We're trapped!" I said as I backed up into the iron bars that held me to meet my killer. My brother, Virtue, Stood infront of me with his antlers lowered. He was roaring, telling the monsters to back off, but, alas, nothing phased them as we tried our utmost best to fight them off. We were like peas in a pod, my brother and me. Best of friends. And, as horrid as it sounds, I couldnt care less about our deceased and decapitated mother that lay just a few yards infront of us. She had fallen victim to the four legged animals that we had named 'beasts'. I wanted to be one. To rip apart the monsters, limb from limb. But, unfortunatly, that was never going to happen. I could've screamed when I saw my brother, on his side, with a fine branch sticking out of his flank. I ducked my head and lunged forward, feeling a satisfiying {sp?} crack in one of the monsters chests, if it even was his chest, as my skull came into contact with him. Or was it a her? with these monsters you could never tell. I pushed again, feeling him on the back of my neck I lifted up my skull and, with great diffuculty, lifted the monster into the air and flung him to the side. They were heavier then they looked, the monsters.
Defensively I stood over my beloved brother, who was now pleading with me to run. But I would not. I could not. I could not just leave him, in the state he was, to be slaughtered as our mother and a rather unfortunate fawn were. "Leave him be! Dont you see my rare pelt? come take it! I'll trade it for my brothers life"! I offered, but it was obviously useless. The monsters simply shrugged at my bellowing, picked up their sticks and aimed. I shut my eyes, let out one last bellow for help then waited for the bang. The loud noise struck my ears like my horns did to the monsters. But, I wondered, how could I hear it? I was meant to die! I opened my eyes and hesitantly looked up. It was him. He was standing there, My brother. He'd taken the fall so that I could run, like he begged of me. His body slumped to the muddy ground and I leaned forward, licked his cheek then ran. Ran as I had never run before, I had to make it out alive, He'd be angry with me if I didnt, My brother I mean. "Im so sorry Virtue.." I wept as I entered this new forest. An enchanted one, it seemed. I could not find any other deer like myself, an Insomatic deer. I gave myself a new name. Insomatica. It suited me well, it was my breed, after all, with a letter added on to the end. I would never use my old name. Flower, that is. I'd use my new one. New name, new life. And this is it. A mentally unstable doe who can not decide wether a fawn is her child or a meal.
Sometimes things dont go the
'I am an arms dealer fitting you with w e a p o n s in the form of words'
Insomatica
She will be loved,
Oh she will be loved.
Like I said on Umay's page =
Obviously I didn't mean for you to vent about the person who told you to change her on the site, though my question was misleading. But anyways ... :x ( I guess this is my fault for asking who, but ... )
Okay, Howl ... I think you're an awesome person and all, and even though I don't think you should delete Insomatica, you shouldn't of named the people who are getting on your nerves. I know that was kind of my fault, but at least you shouldn't of called her out like that. That's not fair at all. It's not like Lottie went around saying she chastised the both of you and that everything was all good and such. I'm not trying to be mean, but really, couldn't you of handled this a bit more maturely (like Umay did)? :<
Sorry if I started any of this.
Also ...
".. and I certainly dont want to jump the gun and immediatly critise everyone here. "
v v v v
"Or is that the 'wrong way to fit into TEF and be a TEF'er'? "
"Maybe I should just go and start TEF all over again. I bet if I was popular people would listen to me. I'd actually have a say, but, no. Oh well. There goes my love for this community."
It's not the entire community's fault that most people here dislike too much violence. I'm sure people appreciate a bit of sparring and stuff like that, but only to a degree. :<
Thank you Padlock and Sablekat! <3
I know I've done the wrong
'I am an arms dealer fitting you with w e a p o n s in the form of words'
Insomatica
She will be loved,
Oh she will be loved.