[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 380px; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: -.2px]twelve had found a riddle book in the dusty corner of an abandoned room. the cover was a faded yellow, a stereotypical smiley face on it just barely discernible. after brushing the dust away from the battered book, the lieutenant would begin flipping through it with genuine interest. riddles, huh? they let him think a little at the very least.
[spoiler=MOBILE TAGS.][color=#D3E8A6]INFORMATION
twelve › twenty-four months old › ages one month ever 100 posts › account started at twenty-four months › the port mafia › lieutenant (shp) › male › heterosexual › demiromantic › single › no crush › terrorist and murderer › bubbly, cheerful › has synesthesia
[color=#D3E8A6]BATTLE TAGS
physically medium › mentally extreme › pm for maim, capture, kill, etc. › attack in [size=1][color=#D3E8A6]#D3E8A6[/size]
[color=#D3E8A6]POWERS && BODIES
absorbing spirits to gain nine lives (0/9)› afterlife communication › conjuration › flavor manipulation › invisibility › scent manipulation › soundwave manipulation
[sub][size=1]all ic opinions; apologies in advance if anyone is offended.