AIi_B

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Fine.

Alina Woods. Fifteen. As for music, I like Hollywood Undead, Sleeping With Sirens, ect. My love-longing side likes Colbie Caillat, Natasha Bedingfeild, ect. My loner side loves Johnny Massacre (Specifically Ultrasound~). My depressed side loves iNSaNiTY [Frost Mix] (English) and Mad World by Gary Jules. I’m a quirky alone (look it up). I am bisexual, and I have ADHD. Also I love creepypasta, but Jeffrey Leonel Dahmer (Jeff the Killer—I hate when people call him that) gets his own category. The end. Maybe.

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Roleplay Profiles

Name: Emily/Emma/Emm/Emm the Killer

Creator: Myself, an OC.

Age: Nineteen

Gender: Female

Short Description: An insane blonde fangirl who took her obsession with Jeff the Killer a little too far.

Description of Appearance: I burned her eyelids off and cut a smile in my face like Jeffrey, though not quite as large. At a short glance I look like a regular, wide-eyed girl who loves to smile. I have normal, brown eyes and frizzy dirty blonde hair. I cuts it regularly with her knife quite short, as to not interfere with my beautifying. I only put people to sleep if they’re delusional and can’t accept real beauty.

Background: I was just a nerd with huge dark circles from reading fanfics about Jeffrey all night every night, or something of the sort. But one day when the local popular girls had called me ugly, I’d show them what real beauty was. I simply left a note explaining to my parents what had happened. I knew what grief Jeff had gone through and I wanted to spare myself. But all the popular girls were delusional and they had to go to sleep; they were incurable. Too far gone. Too far brainwashed. Recently I’d been living in a city in a hideout with stolen food, water and such from my so called ‘victims’. On a stolen Chromebook using hi-jacked WiFi I’d been sharing my story, disguised as a well-known well-loved creepypasta, of course. I had a cat named Midnight, because of a slightly misshapen crescent moon on his left ribs.
Crying myself to sleep is not unusual for me.
Abilities: I’ve become skilled at parkour and I have many methods of cutting the tender skin of the cheek. But that’s about it.
Weapons if any: I have a knife that I use, but I’m not attached to is. If I loose it or it breaks I’ll just take a new one from someone’s house.

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Quotes:
๖ۣۜEmily: I slowly climb upwards. They’re gonna get a treat. I’m purely hyper and I’m just going to claw in a smile with my own fingernails. No knife? No problem! I literally pounce at the man, screaming those bloodcurdling, beautiful words, “Go to SLEEP!”

AIi_B:I am full of the joy because this place of chat is active!
Ekijoh: Joy is overrated. Let’s all be content.