How have I not seen this sooner?!

Name: hmmmm…..that's a tough one. Let's see……I think…..I'll go…..with…..Claaws

Gender: F

CB age: 15

Appearance: pale white, with freckles of course, striking teal green eyes, average hight, reddish brown hair, unusually long canines, makeup (duh ;), black dragon wings and tail with a sprinkling of black scales over the human parts. Claws (of course), or dragon talons instead of feet. Long red nails sharpened to a point on hands. 

Personality: uhhh *cuses* let's see, *clicks tongue* I'm bad at this, so let's just go with loyal, kind, creative, and holds grudges. Also very fierce (will tare you apart if you betray her) and sarcasm is her (mine?) Fluent language. Dyslexic. Also my have ADHD, not good at focusing. 

Costume: *slyly smiles* *locks eyes with Icy* *Icy doupts the future* SJ. *Icy facepalms* ok so basically a jaguar costume. With face paint cause why not. 

Noon says zgei. No Noon, your not coming on this one sorry (too lazy to fill out the sheets) 

And that means I get to mind my own business…..Naax I wouldn't go to sleep tonight if I were you. 

Wasn't planing on it. *flying away* *Noon hesitantly follows* 

And that's more like it. *lays back in reclinable chair that just happened to be right there* 

why the heck not? Alex R here!
though…. it does get boring using the same character over… and over….. and over
so from now on….. I will be know as….. The Writer.
I'll have story and everything!
but to some it up… you know the multiverse theory right? so who manages it? well I believe it like two higher powers working together per universe. The Writer is the one who writes the story, and The Artist is the one who paints it.
pretty cool huh?
so ya, I'll write as what character I am, but if I’m not playing, I’ll write as The Writer…
I’m SO CREATIVE!
Name: The Writer
Gender: Male
CB Age: Eons
Appearance: Choose any form, but mostly looks like below
Personality: Mostly quiet, great writer, bad artist, which explains his simplistic form. Looks at all the facts before making a decision.
Costume: undecided
NOW SOME STORY!
Have you ever wonder who made the multiverse?
That’s what I wonder.
My existence is simple, I didn’t exist at one point, then I did, even we, The Writers and The Artists don’t know. All we do know is our job, spin the tales of our universe. Two of us work together, no more, and usually no less. As I spin the tell of a certain Fox-Boy who is about to bite off more than he can chew…. I hear a noise. I look outside my domain to find the newcomers celebrating. All of which I do not know.
I open my portal, it looks like the others have change the space to look like the streets of a suburb. I would call out my partner, The Artist, but she is nowhere to be found.
What the heck is going on?

oops forgot

I don't know but I'll just get my cb up to date.

I walk around the domain as I thread the story of the fox in my hands. My finger still leaking.

I'm just gonna explain. The way are jobs work is simple. A writer pricks their finger so their blood Scribo can coat the string Annalis. This is later used to fabricate a book Tabella. The Artist pricks their finger but the blood they have is called Vitae and instead of string they use a clay-like substance  called Essentia. The Writer spins the story of thier univerce. The Artist brings it to life.

Anyway, I look around and was getting an uneasy feeling from my surroundings. I feel… out of place. That's when it hit me.

These are mortals.

I begin to panic. No one of my kind have ever been out of thier domain. I mean no one. No Writer nor thier twin Artist even bother to vist. We can see how it is from our own domain. My Sister  (If The Writer's male. The Artist is female and vis versa.) won't even do it. And she's kinda reckless. Always putting in surprises to screw with the mortals. I begin to calm down.

One pf the others is just messing with me. Soon I will be pulled back in my domain. By the fireplace and spining tales like before.

"Why hello! Nice costome you got."

I turn around. Face to face with a mortal.

This is only a joke… right? 

why must this die?