Ness

Introduction

A door sits in front of you, covered in Twisted Roses stickers and a lopsided skull-and-daggers sign. Muffled music leaks through the cracks.

Hesitating for a moment, you turn the handle and push the door open. Immediately, loud, heavy metal music assails your ears. You clamp your hands over them and squint around the room.

Sunlight filters in through a black curtain. A Twisted Roses speaker sits in a corner, spewing harsh noises into the small space. Magazines litter the floor, and a pile of laundry spills out of the closet.

A bed is pushed against one wall. On it sits a cloud xweetok, hat pulled down over her eyes. She strums on an electric guitar - thankfully not plugged in, you think - and doesn't seem to notice you. You cough loudly, but the music rolls right over it. You cough again, and wave your hands frantically. Finally, she looks up.

What's up? Oh, hi there. Did Dream send you back here?

She notices your apparent discomfort and slides off the bed, setting her guitar down gently on the pillow. She pads over to the speaker and turns it down, until the music becomes nothing but a low murmur. Then she turns and grunts.

Is that better? I know a lot of you sissys aren't into the heavy metal. She flumps down on the bed again.

Well, have a seat, won't you? She motions to a squishy meepit beanbag on the floor, which you sit gingerly down on. I figure, if Dream sent you back here, you must want to know a bit about me. She sighs Well, here goes nothin.

Beauty Contest

For some *insane* reason, Dream decided to enter me in the BC. She snuck up on me and took the stupid picture, and now I cant do anything. I guess, if I'm in, you may as well vote, yes?

A blinking button? Really, Dream, don't you think that's going a bit too far?

Dream: No. No I don't.

About Me

Okay, to start this off, lets get on thing clear. Never. Call. Me. SWEETIE.

Got it?

And you can ignore the "personality" section on my lookup. I do not smile sweetly. I do not do anything sweetly. I don't even like sweet things.

Have some sweet stuff?

Noooooooooo!!

Okay, now that that's settled, we can get into the rest of it. Call me Ness. I'm 17. I kinda wish I weren't cloud, but what can you do? Dream though the color was "cute". That's my owner. Personally, I'd rather be something cool, like electric, or skunk. *shrug*

I play the electric guitar. I also know a wee bit of keyboard. My favorite band is Twisted Roses, 'cause they're just awesome!

My prized possesions

The Band

Sadly, I'm not in a band right now, but I'd love to be. Neomail my owner, Dreaming_Ninja, if you're interested.

You must be able to rock out hard, though. And NO FLUTES!!!

*pokes above* that's my guitar. Awesome, yes?

Artwork

Dream loves to have me drawn. *sighs* Sometimes, I wish she'd leave me alone, but... whatever.

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Makeables/Adoptables

Dream loves makeables and adoptables. Here's my little collection.