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    before something, there was nothing

    and nothing had a thought


    Hallo, this is a test to see if this fancypost works... and see if I want to change it.



    *this is all thought & goes unheard, unseen*


    all opinions are ic only

    GENERAL

    · nothing/something break | agender | no relative age | they/them/it pronouns | member of all groups

    · is called nothing in void | is called something in mortal realm

    · pansexual | single | uninterested

    · created by death and lirim break | created 11 december 2016


    CURRENT EVENTS

    · recently created


    PHYSICAL

    · no physical form in mortal realm atm

    · in void holds a nearly invisible, fragile canine form with floppy ears and a cropped tail. they sorta float around the void in a fetal position - closed eyes and all that.



    COMBAT

    · IN MORTAL REALM

    — no physical form in mortal realm atm


    · IN VOID

    — easy physically | extreme mentally

    — extremely fragile | any disturbance will be noticed immediately

    · will not attack you in return

    · attack in black


    INTERACTIONS

    · knows all languages, even dead ones

    · speaks telepathically

    · rarely speaks

    · acts like robot when speaking most of the time, only thinks horrid thoughts

    · gossip girl | *sshole | privy to everyone's secrets | totally opinionated | could care less | worships beings above them


    OTHER

    · ages at roleplayer's will

    · PM me if you'd like to plot

    · more detailed tags and other information are located here

    detailed tags


    GENERAL

    • nothing/something break | agender | no relative age | they/them/it pronouns

    • pansexual | single | uninterested

    • member of every group

    • created by death and lirim break | created 11 december 2016


    PHYSICAL

    • PHYSICAL FORM IN MORTAL REALM | no ref atm | health: 0%

    no physical form in mortal realm atm

    — When Something they will have a physical form: a bubble. Though it looks like a bubble it's actually a large mixture of liquid substance (anything they pick up really, mostly water, acid, gasoline) which is several inches thick. Anything may pass through this and will simply come out wet and perhaps covered in acid. The inside of this bubble is air, just like any other bubble. This bubble has no heartbeat or brain, it is made with elemental powers and speaks telepathically from their form in the void. Most often this bubble will be in the shape of a tall, floppy-eared canine with a short tail; but, this real depends on its mood and the situation it's in.


    • PHYSICAL FORM IN VOID | no ref atm | health: 100%

    — Nothing holds a large, sometimes invisible form of a skinny, floppy-eared, and cropped-tail canine which only holds a faint outline of white amidst the void. It's constantly floating in a fetal, close-eyed position. It holds the same shape as their bubble form does and also has a lack of a pulse and a brain - it's simply a skeleton of thought and a brain of thought. This is the most physical form they have because although it's made of thought, it's a physical being which can feel pain and will die when the void disappears or collapses. The physical form of Nothing within the void is altered when something enters the void as they will take on it's characteristics.


    COMBAT

    • IN MORTAL REALM

    — no physical form in mortal realm atm

    — extreme physical | extreme mental

    — can not die because it has no brain or heart.


    • IN VOID

    — easy physically | extreme mentally

    — extremely fragile | any disturbance will be noticed immediately

    • will not attack you in return

    • attack in black


    INTERACTIONS

    • knows all languages, even dead ones

    • speaks telepathically

    • mostly thinks to itself

    • acts like robot when speaking most of the time, only thinks horrid thoughts

    • gossip girl | *sshole | privy to everyone's secrets | totally opinionated | could care less | worships beings above them


    POWERS

    • mind is impossible to connect/bond with due to lack of physical form

    — ability to ghostmode | mastered.

    — ability to manipulate gravity | mastered.

    — ability to manipulate memory | mastered.

    — ability to shrink/grow | mastered.

    — liquid elemental power | mastered.

    — invisibility | mastered.

    — manipulation of molecules | semi-mastered.

    — shapeshifting/multiple possessions | mastered.

    — super senses | mastered.

    — telekinesis | mastered.

    — telepathy | mastered.

    — the sight | mastered.


    OTHER

    • ages at roleplayer's will

    • PM me if you'd like to plot

    original biography/application

    before something, there was nothing

    and nothing had a thought


    This was why they enjoyed the mortal world. Doofuses like those who knocked themselves out and their fellow doofuses who painted and threw glitter upon them. Watching beguiled as a new member of the odd party, a brownish tabby with oddly amber-looking eyes, picked up a brush and went to work on their latest victim.

    'Bunch of heathens you all are,' thought the unseen entity, 'But, I must admit you're rather amusing,' it swished it's nearly indistinguishable tail in the chaotic void it made home. Perhaps they'd stay for a while.

    Picking up it's rather metaphorical paw Nothing played a small game of eenie-meanie-minnie-moh with itself to decide who'd win over their presence. After all they couldn't be everywhere at once...right? The indistinguishable figure pondered that for a moment before giving up with what could only be called a small shrug of apathy. It was decided, the strange-eyed little feline would be their next supposed victim. Though Nothing wasn't sure if they'd be a blessed or a curse to the painting cat.

    'Eh, we'll see. Right, ya little monster?,' thought the entity to itself, directing the comment towards his new trouble-rousing host. It'd be alright. For the most part.



    *this is all thought & goes unheard, unseen*

    tags/bio



    before something, there was nothing

    and nothing had a thought


    'A cafeteria...really? Best house ya'll could come up with?,' wandering about the area Nothing just had to think that these animals had a bit of sense taking over an old two-legged place and making it their own. Well, at least until the whole place fell apart -- as most two-legged things did with time. Being practically immortal, as far as they knew, it'd seen plenty of things fall apart. The void it's ada had made exploded in upon itself like a star, unsurprisingly leaving only Nothing in it's wake. Was it the only surviving article of the void's past? It couldn't know, the void was too large, infinitesimal, and it'd take too much energy to search. And what did it matter? Nothing was practically a magnet to whatever came into the void, a center of gravity to those without it.

    If only it could bring the mortal realm into the void -- that'd be true chaos but at least they'd be able to see the world with their own eyes. But, this giant wolf guy was a handsome figure even without the blessing of eyes. Though Nothing had never seen itself it assumed it might look a bit like this thing, other than the fact that it was practically invisible.

    "hey there, everyone!...," Nothing blanked out as soon as the wolf's voice began to echo through the nearly empty cafeteria. He seemed new at this, but not really. Like he wasn't supposed to be the one doing the talking - a talk-show host kinda. 'is this supposed to be entertaining?,' the entity asked itself, looking around to the few faces actually listening to this long, exaggerated speech.

    L.BASKERVILLE Seeing an oddly bluish black wolf-thing Nothing chuckled, 'He's looking for something, wonder if he'll ever find it. Maybe we could help him. Eh, what am I saying? I'm useless,' thought the entity with a small sigh of it's own. Was there nothing it could do around here other than admire the view? They supposed they could mess with a few minds, but what would be the use of that now? All it wanted was a bit of fun. Gazing back at the large black wolf whom had finished his rant Nothing let out yet another breathy sigh, 'You better be more interesting then this bunch of wombats you're preaching to,' and with as much of a glare as something that didn't exist could muster the unknown entity decided that this handsome thing would be it's next victim of gross commentary. If nothing, at least the giant wolf-thing was pretty to look at.



    *this is all thought & goes unheard, unseen*

    tags/bio


    before something, there was nothing

    and nothing had a thought


    Nothing laughed wholeheartedly as it's little host got surprised by the jester's tackle, not that any of it could be heard anyways.'Gottee~,'the entity yelled to itself, it's non-existent chest puffing up and down without any breathe coming through. Though it hadn't figured out it's host's name yet, the brown tabby was just a giggle to watch. Painting people, getting attacked, and all the while being pretty nonchalant about what came in his way.

    'Eh, no need to ask Jessie. Shouldn't be any borders anyways if ya'll accept everyone that comes ya way,' thought the being to itself, causing a small rush of cool air to pass the beings it was surveying.

    The jester seemed like a kind fellow, if not a bit strange. Didn't seem like he settled down much either; but, then again Nothing didn't settle anywhere either -- though that was probably a side-effect of them not having an actual body to settle down with anywhere.

    Flicking it's gaze over the lovely Eurasian lynx once more Nothing turned it's attention back to it's amber-eyed host. 'Well, don't just look at 'im dumbstruck. Say somethin'.'



    *this is all thought & goes unheard, unseen*

    tags/bio


    before something, there was nothing

    and nothing had a thought


    'Creepy af.' Nothing could tell just be the looks of this thing that it wasn't good business for those living here- especially not for his little mortal host. Though the entity didn't care in particular when anything died, as it was just a way of life which itself was somehow a part of, it did care that it's new host was in trouble so soon. Nothing almost wished to use their abilities to cause a flood a drown the damned thing itself like it seemed to be planning to do to those here. But, the new entity, something less than mortal, would have to stay for now as to make life a little more interesting around here.

    'Boys, you better stay away from this creepy thing. Especially you, Jessie,' thought the being with a stern, motherly tone. Jessie, the odd jester-like lynx seemed crazy enough to follow the unknown entity. His host, on the other hand, it figured would have enough of a brain to stay away from that thing's terrifying aura.


    *this is all thought & goes unheard, unseen*

    tags/bio


    PLOT W/NOTHING-SOMETHING

    yo, yo, yo. this is hard to explain but nothing-something exists in the void as a living soul created by death and lirim break. they communicate telepathically with the mortal realm for their entertainment but are not seen unless they take a physically form -something- in which case it's just a bubble of methane-like liquid shaped like a floppy-earred, skinny, and rather large canine. it's agender, doesn't much care for people or conflict. though, it does long for things sometimes as it has a soul. generally nothing has rather controversial views & it simply stalks people and commentates absurd things - making fun of people, gossiping, the whole 9 yards. when it has a physical form nothing speaks telepathically but doesn't speak it's thoughts, acting rather robotic whilst it's thoughts run rampant. if you'd like more info or you'd like to look at his bio/tags here they are.


    possible plots

    · STALKING Y/C

    only one for each clan, prefer frontboards and exciting/angsty/active/clumsy characters

    would message them, be included in some of their threads and commentate on what they and those are them are doing. probably will play tricks on your character w/the powers it possesses. will possibly protect y/c if they learn to like them enough.

    - blizzardclan

    - shadow veil STEVE

    - the thunderlands

    - hawkclan

    - sunclan

    - the exiles KODAY

    - sanguine ruins CLOSED 4 NOW

    - the rift

    - the cartel

    - the empire


    · CONTRACTS

    for powers, for deeds, whatever you wish. nothing has the powers of molecule manipulation, manipulation of gravity, object manisfestation, liquid elemental, memory/mind manipulation. yo name it, they can most likely do it. if your characters wants something enough nothing would notice and come to their aid -- for a price. oftentimes the price is a bit of the customer's soul, but others can be arranged.


    · KILLING Y/C

    heeeere's the bubble! they only kill to either get rid of a bad person who could potentially harm those it likes (i.e. the people they stalk) or to simply cause some drama. they'd kill either by bringing your character into the void & merging their bodies so that they could become more connected to the physical world. or, they'd drown your character either with their own bodily fluids or any liquid lying about. an additional plot could be a murder mystery, nothing could take a physical form simply to see if they could figure that it killed the victim.


    · MAKING Y/C INTO...

    y/c could become like nothing if nothing would want to share it's powers. it'd essentially bring y/c into the void, share part of it's soul w/ y/c and though y/c's physical body would forever be stuck in the void at least you could communicate w/whatever powers y/c had and whatever powers that nothing gave it. by giving y/c part of it's soul it's an ultimate sign of trust and liking. would possibly do this to those it stalks, but would only do it for someone it really likes or cares about loves.


    · MAKING Y/C THINK THEY'RE INSANE / MAKING Y/C INSANE

    by playing mental and physical tricks on y/c it could possibly convince y/c of things that are not real are happening to them. would require a bit of powerplay. they'd just do this for the sake of entertainment but if you'd like this could also stop and turn into nothing protecting and liking y/c instead. liking that they acknowledge it's presence and in turn liking them.


    · 'FATHERING/MOTHERING'

    by placing it's thoughts - engraining in their brain that it's is their parent - and confusing the lovely couple who had these children. their true parent will be completely ignored and though their parents will make attempts to make their biological parent noticed they will undoubtedly fail because of the lengths nothing went to make these children it's own.

    could also possibly apply to orphans whom nothing favors, or, well, anyone really.


    · IMAGINARY FRIEND

    much like stalking nothing could become y/c's imaginary friend if they liked y/c enough to stick around. they'd just help y/c along or give them company -- may speak telepathically to y/c if you'd please or make a physical appearance in bubbly form.


    · OTHERS

    if you can imagine it, it can do it. don't be afraid to ask. ;-)

    *stares*

    well then.

    nothing can watch 'im, or do nothing about it.

    they'd undoubtedly be interested in what santiago is since they're a child of death/the void and have never met many people with such dark auras or almost blank, murderous personalities.

    idk. nothing doesn't really exist though they might go as far as communicating telepathically w/santiago if they could or even taking 'physical' form to see what santiago is all about.

    here's their tags and stuff if you're at all confused or perhaps wanna work somethin' else out. oh, and here's their plotting thread.


    *also, they're currently stalking steve in shadow veil and would perhaps try and protect them from santi

    before something, there was nothing

    and nothing had a thought


      Raven Bleumoon aw, thank you for the offer but they aren't exactly a spirit... it's hard to explain.


    Watching as the tiara went on and the foggy-minded panther growled in warning the entity let out a small chuckle. He wouldn't kill her, they had something. Though the attitude of this large feline was something that rather interested the being; but, not if he was just gonna keep laying their half-asleep and totally wrecked.

    Nothing had almost wished that they'd follow his wishes so that the interesting thing might join them in the void. Taking in new souls was no problem, it was simply keeping them there without fusing it to themselves was the problem. It didn't want a bunch of souls latched to it at the moment -- even if it made it feel more attatched to the physical realm.



    *this is all thought & goes unheard, unseen*

    tags/bio



    aw, thank you <3

    i think i might have nothing do a little bit of scooping around, stalking a few threads that santiago is in at first and then maybe we could make a private thread for a conversation between the two or just outright have the conversation in public? we'll see~

    if nothing decides he's interesting enough they may just keep following santiago around and having conversations w/him, i mean, if that's alright w/you of course.

    before something, there was nothing

    and nothing had a thought


    Like those in camp Nothing was just as prone to the 'ohs' and 'ahs' as they watched the lynx's spectacular feat. It didn't seem like anyone noticed how the jester's hand were probably burned to all hell and back by the time he had been done with his first act. In fact, Nothing was nearly tempted to gather up a bunch of water with what powers they had and dump it onto the thing's paws. 'If only I could make it rain,' Nothing sighed; but, their powers weren't strong enough to move liquids all that far - after all they weren't the child of some rain god. Just of death and the void, an odd combination but somewhat useful if you weren't stuck in the void. Knowing they had siblings that had fallen to the mortal realm it was rather pitiful knowing that they were the only one left to the void to rot. Well, not to rot, they practically couldn't die. But, they supposed their brain could rot - their thoughts. Being all alone without a single being to speak to was maddening in itself.

    Returning it's attention back to the show Nothing manipulated a bit of gravity and made the leaves rustle, adding to the cheers which Jessie had gained. At least there was someone interesting around here. Though Nothing could tell that the adrenaline rush of this performance may have not been enough for the lynx. 'Don't be dumb~,' the entity chimed towards the lynx, 'Don't be dumb like this dude,' it continued, switching it's gaze towards the familiar, dark being Santiago. What was up with this place and it's scary dudes?



    *this is all thought & goes unheard, unseen*

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    before something, there was nothing

    and nothing had a thought


    Well, this would prove to be useful. Through following the little amber-eyed tabby around they'd finally come to a point where it could learn it's host's name. That, and all the other's names as well as occupations - how wonderful. Taxidermy...eating...killing 'D*mn it Santiago,' the being let out a loud chuckle of it's own. That creep was quite the kick.

    'Steve Harrington, sounds like some kinda two-leg name, kid,' thought the entity to itself. What kind of name was Steve? Maybe it was just a family thing. 'Well, my name's kinda dumb too, so what can I say,' commented the practically invisible canine. At least their name was somewhat accurate though, they were nothing, and something all at once. Did it's parents even name it? It had forgotten, really, what ada and death had done after making them. After all, they were only made for fun. Not for love or satisfaction; nope, just for the kicks. If they hadn't have done anything Nothing would still be a normal, dead soul with memories and a life in some form of afterlife - though they could only guess that had been purgatory. But, then again Death could do anything they pleased. Being a brain child of two cosmic figures Nothing couldn't help but feel important. Unloved, but important. Perhaps a guardian of the void? No, the void was all chaotic. A stalker? They did that; but it didn't seem important.

    'Well, I'm Nothing, or Something Break. You can't hear me, or see me,' it sighed to itself, that just sounded depressing, 'But I... stalk people for a living, I guess. I dunno. I can do stuff. I was never told what to do, though,' thought the entity, furrowing it's brows. They'd never told it what it was either. 'My parents sucked,' it whispered to itself. Ya, they really did.


    // yooooooo, i'm grace. i'm gonna be majoring in international relations, specifically diplomacy in asia. um... i've been on catsite for a long time, but i've never really stuck to anything. keep leaving and coming back. i own a german shepherd. like video editing. have an unfinished website. pretty decent at art. oh, i love the korean band BTS...ya, :-)


    *this is all thought & goes unheard, unseen*

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    before something, there was nothing

    and nothing had a thought


    Ah, some of their favorites. With two-leg food. The being made a twisted face, where did this guy get Chef Boyardee? And why was he sharing it? It was oddly nice of the strange, dark thing.

    'Said 'ed share, so...,' hoping neither of it's company noticed the entity used some of its known powers to bring the odd meal into the void. "Oh, sh*t," it whispered to itself as it opened it's eyes to the void. Chef Boyardee was everywhere. "It's a f**kin' Chef Boyardee void," the thing cried to itself. It had just wanted to try it... not get surrounded and covered by it. They didn't even take that much. 'Take your devil's food back, Santiago,' Nothing yelled in frustration as it batted the floating pieces of pasta a sauce away from itself.


    // it's a chef boyardee void ;-)



    *this is all thought & goes unheard, unseen*

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    before something, there was nothing

    and nothing had a thought


    'Well, gosh. Just met 'im and now he's dyin'," the entity scoffed to itself, floating absentmindedly within the void. They had been spending so much time with Jessie, Steve, and the creepy demon thing Santiago that it had forgotten to even check up on his other host.

    Watching the large wolf squirm Nothing winced for him, 'Why don't cha just give up?,' it asked, having never experienced real pain. Death was nice. Their supposed mother was nice enough. Though it supposed Death wasn't all that nice when they'd made it's soul into this with the help of the void.

    If the wolf died where would it go? It's soul, that is. Nothing didn't remember anything besides ending up here, but it knew it had once been a living soul, it had done something somewhere. If the black canine died would he have liked to be in the void, if Nothing would take him in? It didn't think so. It didn't much like the void despite the amount of power it had. It couldn't live. Perhaps that was part of Death's deal with Lirim, that their once living soul couldn't live once more. Maybe they'd been bad in their past life, because they'd heard of plenty of people being resurrected. Though, they doubted it, after all they knew they'd been made just for the fun of it. Made a tortured, separate watcher for the fun of it.

    That was loss. It had been given a faux life once more at the cost of being unable to actually live. A faux life which could last an eternity; after all, Lirim was dead. Nothing was the only thing in the void it knew of. The only option for death, as far as it was aware, was to bring something into the void to kill itself. But, it wouldn't be actual death. It'd start anew as the same tortured soul, as per Death's part in it's creation.

    "I-I take that back," it finally said to itself after much thought. He ought to live as much as he could now, and when the time came accept death gracefully despite where he may end up. Though he may have seemed like he was dying now, that spark of life was still lit in the wolf's eyes despite being clouded by fear. Nothing would do exactly what it was meant to do -- nothing.



    *this is all thought & goes unheard, unseen*

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