death's demons [mort, yo]

[Mortimer Edison]

Mortimer Edison

the one true demon in this shit hole:
mortimer edison.
i've nineteen years and no heart in this chest - i'll just take yours when your guard's at rest.

let's start this shit.

you are not a real friend.[/u][/color][/size][/font]
Say your prayers little one, don't forget, my son --first name basis.
To include everyone, tuck you in, warm within --acquaintances.
Keep you free from sin, 'till the sandman, he comes --friend of a friend.
Sleep with one eye open, gripping your pillow tight --party friend.
Exit light, enter night, take my hand--off to never never land --drinking friend.
Somethings wrong, shut the light, heavy thoughts tonight --enemy turned friend.
And they aren't of snow white, dreams of war, dreams of liars --good friend.
Dreams of dragons fire, and of things that will bite --close friend.
Sleep with one eye open, gripping your pillow tight --confidant.
Exit light, enter night, take my hand--off to never never land --best friend.
Now I lay me down to sleep, pray the lord my soul to keep --partners in crime.
If I die before I wake, pray the lord my soul to take --inseparable.

i hate loving you.[/u][/color][/size][/font]
All around me are familiar faces --fleeting glances.
Worn out places, worn out faces --flirt.
Bright and early for their daily races --physical attraction.
Going nowhere, going nowhere --sexual tension.
Their tears are filling up their glasses --friends with benefits.
No expression, no expression --makeout buddies.
Hide my head, I want to drown my sorrow --crush on Mort.
No tomorrow, no tomorrow --crush on you.
And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad --mutual crush.
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had --ex, good terms.
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take --ex, bad terms.
When people run in circles it's a very, very mad world --je t'aime.

all my friends are enemies.[/u][/color][/size][/font]
I know you love how I make it all go away: --indifference.
all the joy, all the pain, all thoughts in your brain. --tolerance.
For the price of your soul, I will hold your heart in my talons. --annoyance.
For three summers straight you've been my sweet eye candy;. --envy.
and no one will ever, ever, take you away from me. --friend turned enemy.
I saw, I smelled what he did to you, girl, --rival.
and to be frank, the thought makes my innards curl. --cheated on.
How he preyed on your ripe insecurities. --back stabbed.
The thorn in your side is alive, and it's killing me. --one sided hatred.
Obscure records entombed in his room with mechanical lust, --mutual hatred.
diapered, desolate middle-aged doom. --hardcore hatred.
On your knees in his downtrodden shit-eating grin of a room. --i'll kill you.

i admit, i don't know.[/u][/color][/size][/font]
Look at me, look at me --good influence.
Hands in the air like it's good to be alive --bad influence.
and I'm a famous rapper --roommate.
even when the paths're all crookedy --classmate.
I can show you how to do-si-do --admiration.
I can show you how to scratch a record --stalker.
I can take apart the remote control --faux-friends.
And I can almost put it back together --respects mort.
I can tie a knot in a cherry stem --respects you.
I can tell you about Leif Ericson --mutual respect.
I know all the words to "De Colores" --protective over.
And "I'm Proud to be an American" --other (specify).

you can't just take all the credit.[/u][/size][/font]
This was made by Red, for Bren.
No stealing.
Credit thanks to the color blender.
Also, lyrics belong to Metallica (ew), Gary Jules, Say Anything, and the Flobots.

Example:

Charlyn Mae Whiteacre.

once upon a time there was a lovely nymph by the name of
CHARLYN MAE WHITEACRE.
she was but eighteen years old, but already the world was hers.

For the price of your soul, I will hold your heart in my talons. --annoyance.
Obscure records entombed in his room with mechanical lust, --mutual hatred.

CHARLYN thinks ; ass.
MORT thinks ; ice queen.

[center][size=5][font=Gungsuh]Full name here.[/font][/size]
three matchin' icons here, dawg.
[font=Gungsuh][size=2]once upon a time there was a [b]adjective[/b] [u]race[/u] by the name of
[i]FULL NAME HERE, IN CAPS.[/i]
s/he was but [u]age, spelled out[/u] years old, but already the world was his/hers.[/size][/font][/center][size=1]
insert relationships here. quote for colours, please.

[b]NAME thinks ;[/b] in character opinion of mort here please.
[b]MORT thinks ;[/b] i do this.[/size]

[Mortimer Edison]

Daileh Few

once upon a time there was a horrible little half demon by the name of
DAILEH FEW.
she was but seventeen years old, but already the world was hers.

Now I lay me down to sleep, pray the lord my soul to keep --partners in crime.
When people run in circles it's a very, very mad world --je t'aime.
and to be frank, the thought makes my innards curl. --cheated on him.
I can tell you about Leif Ericson --mutual respect.
I know all the words to "De Colores" --protective over.

DAILEH thinks ; Honestly, I don't know what the fuck we are anymore. Hated him, dated him, cheated on him, and now we're back together I guess. It's strange. I don't do relationships well. I really fucking hate the prick for it. But I love him (I'm pretty sure at least) and I have no idea why. I hate it. I hate him--wish I could at least. It would make things so much easier.
MORT thinks ; So this is pretty much the bane of my existence right here. At least she likes screwing and killing (not necessarily in that order), or things would really be fucked up. I have no idea how this is going to end, but knowing me I'll probably end up breaking her heart by sleeping with an overweight Thai transvestite hooker.

...Or something to that effect.

Xio Jayden Beckett

once upon a time there was an innocent human by the name of
XIO.
she was but eighteen years old, but already the world was hers.

Going nowhere, going nowhere --sexual tension.
I know you love how I make it all go away: --indifference.
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take --ex, bad terms.

XIO thinks ; Mort. I don’t even know if I can talk about him without hurting. Its sad, I liked him right when I met him even though I was going out with Evan. And then he just…he was so nice and the next thing I know, he’s telling me he likes me and we’re making out. And then I blink and he’s telling me he loves me and I was so fucking confused. I mean, I knew I felt something for him but I didn’t really know what and that just made it worse and in the end, everything fell to pieces as I understood what we both wanted was different. I do not love him and…in fact, I don’t think I even know him.
MORT thinks ; Ha, this is when they start crawling out of the woodwork, I guess. I started getting close to Xio before I really hit things off with Dai. She and her little boyfriend just seemed so perfect, y'know? What better way to ruin all that than to tell her I loved her before he did? ...Unfortunately, that just prompted him to start saying it, which just gave him total control over her. Oh, and then there was that whole thing when I had Ezra's heart... but let's not go there.

Jordan Reila Bailey

once upon a time there was a random fallen angel by the name of
JORDAN BAILEY
she was but seventeen years old, but already the world was hers.

I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take --ex, bad terms.
For the price of your soul, I will hold your heart in my talons. --annoyance.
and no one will ever, ever, take you away from me. --friend turned enemy.

JAY thinks ; I once thought I loved him. Once thought he loved me. I was sorely mistaken. I dunno why I even thought I had loved him, that he was serious. Maybe because he was the first guy to pose any interest in me? I don’t know. But I was a fucking idiot and believed he really did like me. And now, here I am, alone once more. I fucking hate his guts now, though. He’s such an ass, really. Ugh. I wish there was some way to get rid of memories, because I would totally use it just because of this fucker. I hate you, Mort. >:\
MORT thinks ; Jay. She's hilarious. And so fucking stupid! I think she loved me. I don't know why, I don't remember ever saying it to her, but whatever. She's probably one of my biggest triumphs since I went to Winterthorne: She had her V-plates before we met - not anymore baby! ;DD

...Still, she was one of my first friends at this dump. If I had a heart, I'd probably feel really crap about it. But I don't. So, Jay? Pwned.

Kjara Ranelle von Rael

once upon a time there was a dramatic demon by the name of
KJARA RANELLE VON RAEL.
she was but fifteen years old, but already the world was hers.

The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had --ex, good terms.
How he preyed on your ripe insecurities. --back stabbed.
Obscure records entombed in his room with mechanical lust, --mutual hatred.

KJARA thinks ; Dickhead. Backstabbing, aggravating, goddamn sexy asshole. Yeah, he knocked me up. We were once on bad terms, but I guess things changed. I still hate him though.
MORT thinks ; Kjara would be hilarious if she wasn't so fucking bipolar. One second she loves me, the next she's trying to kill me. I just don't know. I swear she just does it for the attention. What I do know is that she's the reason why I hate those fuckin' shifters.

[Mortimer Edison]

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