Aaah yes....me....forgotten within the darkness. Alone within a corner of my mind rests my last piece of sanity. I truly think I am losing my mind, sometimes I see things...awful things I should not see... but yet I see them, they are there... I try to hide, hide myself in tree's, hide myself in the darkness...hide... As the things come I claw at my wall trying to get out, I claw zo hard my nails are off. But they keep coming ready to kill me, then I claw at myself....then I stop....




My character I use at Whisperwind :

Name : Sweeney "Crazy Sweeney"
Age : He looks older then 30
Appaerance : An old man sits on a branch, crouched. His skin stretched over his bones, like the skin on a vannilacask and he is very skinny. He wears a long brown cloak. The cloak is raffled and broken and it is stitched togheter with some sort of flexible poles. The poles stick out of the cloak like bones out of a broken body. He wears a long brown jacket with lots of pockets underneath that cloak. The man wears no shoe's but has hard feet(like the connection between you're fingers and you're hand when you play too much computer). He jumps from tree to tree, spreading his arms and legs making his raffled cloak and jacket like wings. He is a bat, a flying squirl wich slides downwards, carried by the windscreen of his raffled clothes, to then crawl back to the top of the tree, gathering enough energie for the next jump.

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With your bitch slap rappin' and your cocaine tongue you get nothing done.