Welcome Home, Ore.
Ore was adopted from the magical, the wonderful, 2Q at NeoPound dot com. Thank you so much, 2Q! I looove hiiim. x3 Ore will live here forever, just to make things clear, he is and he never will be.
Introducing...
Ore, pronounced, (Ah-ray) the ghost bori is fourteen years old. When he was thirteen years old he was the victim of a hit and run. Whille skateboarding at the local park, it started to pour rain and he decided he was gonna go home, whille crossing the street, from out of nowhere a speeding car hit him. Ore died on that very street three minutes later. The collision caused bleeding in his brain, which later caused his heart to stop. The car disappeared as soon as the crash happened. Ore now lives at the very cemetary he was buried at in the corner of a busy city and comes out at night when everybody goes home, and the city becomes deserted, with only the sound of speeding cars and honking horns. Ore wants revange. Although he is dead, he isn't invisible. He's more like...a zombie. Anyone can see him. At night he sits out in the cemetary and lights candles, mostly because there's nothing else better to do, and the cemetary is pitch black at night. If anyone comes by, he likes to show off on the skateboard he found deserted on the side of the road. When he doesn't want people to see him he hides behind his own gravestone, usually trying to scare the people that come to visit their own loved ones. But what he loves to do the most is run out into the street and taunt the speeding cars. Ore idolizes the band 'The Misfits'. It was his favourite band before he died, and still is his favourite band. When there's no one to talk to, Ore talkes to his spyder that he named Spider. Spider is more like his only friend, except when someone else wanders into the cemetary. Roleplay is open. Neomail Brooke to set up a roleplay. Number of times roleplayed: Three *Best for dramatic roleplay!
Ore's Design.
He wears a plain white shirt stained with blood. He has beatiful black hair and a large crack in his head. His face is an extremely pale shade of turquoise. Underneath his eyes are large black circles. Random stitches adorn his face, arms, and chest. After the crash he sewed them up himself by taking a trip to the hospital and scaring the crap out of the nurses there. His pants are simple faded jeans and he also wears tattered red chucks.
Chapter One
He snuck out. He snuck out late and night and he was a good kid, too. An average fourteen year old boy with amazing talents for art and skateboarding and with a loyal crowd of friends. He was attractive, too. With his long glossy black hair and sparkling pink eyes. In one hand, he held a skateboard, it's limp body hanging loosely in his grip. The moon was slipping through the misty grey clouds in the ocean blue sky. It was probably no earlier than 1:30 at night, and this boy was walking alone down a sidewalk of a thriving city in it's most threatening hours. The news always choked up stories of boys and girls his age being kidnapped and murdered, but right now none of those warnings mattered to him, he was going to the park. A song stuck in his head echoed through the bare alleyways, where only the sound of rats and clanking trash can lids kept the city awake. Once at the park, he sat down in a swing wet with midnight dew. The things his dad had said to him repeating over and over in his head. A crystal rain drop fell from the melancholy skies and landed on the boys nose. Lifting a hand, he slowly brushed it off, only to have three more rain drops replace the first one. With only a thin white t-shirt to protect him against the cold rain he decided it was best to just go home and forget about everything untill the morning. He couldn't stay at the park forever and it was now probably 4:00 in the morning. Crossing the deserted roads at night was much easier than crossing in the day, as only few people rode the streets at this hour. And it's amazing how one minute you can be so alive and the next so...dead. Without ever seeing it coming. In the blink of an eye your life can change so drastically you don't even have time to think, or even remember why you snuck out of the house in the first place...On the ground lay one boy's body. Blood tracing his outline on the pavement as the rain fell harder and harder, with no mercy. A skateboard lay on the ground a foot away from him, the wheels the colour of his eyes still rolling. A car without headlights, with young blood on it's windeheild showed no signs of stopping and continued driving down the filthy city streets. He blinked, as blood drizzled from his mouth and nose. He snuck out of the house and the last noise he ever heard alive was ambulance sirens.
Chapter Two
Yeah, the funeral was lovelly, but it was such a shame for his mother to find out her little boy was dead by having her doorbell ring at 6:00 in the morning and being greeted by two teary-eyed policemen. The night of the funeral, at approximately 4:20 at night, the boy woke up in a bed of sheets in a wooden coffin. Blood still crusted on his face, arms, and shirt, he shook his head, trying to remember what had happened the night before and where he was. Ten minutes passed...twenty...and still he hadn't breathed, before noticing. It took four hours to scratch his way out of his coffin, but he made it out nonetheless. Then he remembered...the car...but why was he no longer dead? Or maybe he was dead, and this was heaven. Although the city in back of him was anything but heaven. Thick smog hung in the air like birthday streamers and the sound of honking horns smashed through the night like a window shatters when a baseball hits it. He turned around and before him found a granhite gravestone, and brushing his figners across it whispered, ''Ore.'' He jumped at the sight of his own name on a gravestone and realized at once exactly where he was, and remembered exactly why he was. Ore knew he looked like a car accident victim, too. And he knew where there was a hospital. Past the highway, and into the city.
Chapter Three
The doors of the hospital opened slowly and a cool whoosh of rank air hit Ore in the face. He knew he must be a real mess, because the nurses in the hallways often gasped or shrieked at him as he walked by, causing metal scalpels to crash to the floor. He walked into a dimly lit room that looked almost deserted. The only light bulb above him flickered eerily. After searching every drawer he took three things. A needle, a ball of fishing wire, and a mirror. And with those three things he could sew himself back together and look halfway presentable. He took them all in one hand, and walked again towards the same doors he had come in through. The nurses scrambling from room to room and threatening uselessly to call the police. With a half sewn smile, the boy left without a sound.
Chapter Four
Back at the cemetary, Ore was all alone and the need for revenge was growing as the night moved on. He took the shiny silver needle in one hand and the wire in the other, and placing the little black mirror in the face of the earth, he began to sew the bottom half of his face together. And after he was done with that, he looked at himself in the mirror and was quite satisfied with his sewing abilities. Then he worked on his arms, and his legs, and his torso, and in the end wound up looking like a stitched up disaster, but it was the best he could do. Suddenly he looked up, and from what he could see, was a young girl, about his age, maybe younger, stumbling through the graveyard. Her hovering black wings sparkling in the moonlight, and twin bunny ears hung limply against her vibrant red pigtails, and Ore just couldn't keep his eyes off of her. He stood up from behind his gravestone, eyes wide with awe. Quickly her eyes met his and she stopped in her tracks, where she could be better seen. A black tuxedo wrapping around her sleek body and a pink rose stuck to the collar. Her eyes were the colour of his but five times brighter and ten times less bloodshot. In her hands was one small black backpack. Neither of the two knew what to say, finally the strange girl closed her eyes and a wide grin spread across her pale white face revealing two pearly white fangs. Now standing in front of Ore, she dropped her backpack. A thin piece of torn, white, fabric read, ''HARE.'' As the backpack fell five things poured out. Three pieces of candy, a bunny rag doll, and notebook complete with pencil. ''Candy?'' She asked. Ore's mouth tried so hard to answer, bur his mouth only quivered. She giggled at this, and picked up an orange lollypop in the shape of a pumpkin. ''Here.'' She said again, holding it out in front of him for him to take. Ore reached out his hand, and took it, the girl still smiling. ''My name is Hare.'' She said poking her bunny ears, ''What's your name?'' She said, taking the other lollypop and quickly shoving it in her mouth. Ore finally choked out, ''Ore.'' In a half whisper. ''What's wrong?'' She said, tilting her head. ''I'm...dead.'' He finally said, picking each word apart before finally spitting them out. ''Cool. n.n'' She said in the same tone of voice she had when she asked him if he had wanted any candy. ''So you...live here, then, am I right?'' Said Hare. ''Yep.'' She giggled, ''It's okay. You can talk to me. I won't bite. ;3'' Soft smiles dripped off Ore's face, his red tennis shoes pressed up against his gravestone. ''What are you doing here all alone at night?'' He said finally. ''Me? Umm, well, I sorta ran away from home.'' She said, and kicked the backpack lightly. ''This is all I've got, now.'' Ore glanced down at the items again, and picked up the notebook and pencil, his eyes looked up at Hare through his hair, wondering if this was alright. ''Go ahead.'' She said. Ore sat down with the notebook and started drawing. ''You can have them if you want, I can't draw very well. All I'm good at is sewing plushies. :3'' She said, now picking up the bunny ragdoll and setting it in her lap. Ore stopped drawing for a minute and picked up the needle and fishing wire he had hidden behind his gravestone. ''Do you need these?'' He whispered. Hare's face immediately lit up, and shreiked with joy. ''Where'd you get these?!'' She said excitedly. ''From the hospitl, in the city.'' Ore smiled, happy to have been able to make up for the notebook and pencil. ''Thank you, so much!'' She said, putting them away in her backpack. ''Eek, it's so cold out.'' She said, standing up. ''Do you know where I could stay for the night?'' Ore's face was blank now, trying to think of a place. ''I think I know...one, place.'' He said. ''Where is it?'' Said Hare. ''I could take you there, if you want me to.''
Chapter Five
Coming soon!
Hooray for Roleplay!
If you want to roleplay with Ore I suggest you neomail me on my main account, God_Puppet, since this is a side I am usually only over here for a few minutes each day, so if I get the neoamail on my main I will definately receive it faster. Furry Anthro is the only kind of roleplay Ore does. Quad wouldn't work and I'm glad for that. I hate quad roleplays. Other rules before roleplaying is you must be literate. That means you must use periods, capitals, and quotation marks when roleplaying. And you must write in clear sentences. I'm not gonna try and guess what your trying to say. I have roleplayed with a completely dreadful roleplayer before and it was more of a chore than it was fun so we stopped long before the end. x.x I do like long roleplays so please don't try to end the roleplay on the tenth reply. When a roleplay is wrapping up, I can tell. If Ore is already roleplaying with someone you can still neomail me to set up a roleplay. I can do multiple roleplays at the same time. Number of times roleplayed as of October 10th: Four Last roleplayed: Is roleplaying currently with two people
All about Ore
Full name: Juniore Nickname: Ore Occupation/Class: Being a kid/No class Age: 14 How old he appears to be: 14 Eye Colour: Hot Pink Glasses or contacts: None Hair Colour: Black Style: Messy Weight: Around 100 Height: Short Type of bodybuild: Skinny Skin tone: Turquoise Blue/Pale Blue Distinguishing Marks: Stitches all over arms and face, darker coloured skin on right side of face. Freckles: None Moles: None Scars: Everywhere Healthy?: As healthy as a zombie can be, I guess. Why not?: He's dead. Favourite Colour: Black Least Favourite Colour: Yellow Why: It's too bright, and the colour of the sun. Blah. Favourite Food: Grape Soda. Literature: None -disallowed_word- Horror Punk) Daredevil or Caitious: Total daredevil. Afterall, what does he have to worry about? Same when alone?: Tends to show off around people Habits: Humming, excessive blinking Drinks?: Grape Soda. When and how much?: Whenever he can, about once a week Hobbies: Skateboarding, drawing How does he spend a rainy day?: Bored out of his mind. If he's lucky, he'll find somebody to spend the day with. Hometown: New York City Type of Childhood: Fun, Normal for a 14 year old boy Last memory: Falling down, blood, and ambulance sirens Most important childhood event that still effects him: That would also have to be the crash. Education: Up to 9th grade. Finances: Nothing to worry about. Priorities: Getting his revenge on the man that killed him. Mother: Missing him. Father: Harsh, strict, and abusive. Siblings: None Most at ease when: Sitting alone in the cemetary Ill at ease when: Talking to Hare. How he feels about himself: Confident. Past failure that embarasses him: His dad made him feel like he was worthless. If granted one wish what would it be: Find the guy that killed him, or to tell his mom goodbye. Greatest strength: Not shy. Greatest weakness: Always speaks his mind. Optimist or Pessimist: Pessimist Why?: Because he never got to finish his childhood, and all he can see is usually the bad in things. Life is just death. Extremely skilled at: Drawing and Skateboarding Extremely unskilled at: Being nice when first meeting someone Good characteristics: Protective, Fearless, Character flaws: Mean at first impression, confused a lot. Biggest regret: Not saying goodbye, not telling his mom he was leaving the house that night. Darkest secret: Has a huge crush on Hare (Zaharez) Anyone else know?: No one. Pets: A spider. Movies: HORROR. Rich or poor No money. Job: Nothing.
Thanks for the Ride
I drive, drive into Hellview and he comes to me and says, ''You look bad, but the jewel is in your hand.'' Situations are hopeless and I got to find a way. Finding my way back into the heart. The living legend that occupied my dreams. Now I'm taking them back and tuning them to gold... I'm a lucky guy, don't befriend a man my size. You look bad, but I can't be alive. Take me back to your planet, and show me how you live your life. as I soar through empty space when grabbing on don't cut yourself. Lies let out in the open. won't gratify their hides. Ain't that sad? As spoiled as it seems, nothing is there when the underguy confides and you look sad. I can't be alive. Yaddayadda, I've had enough of empty space, goodbye thank you for the ride. With my perceptions in a mix, down 20 miles through the sticks. To the clouded town of Hellview: Population 96. Excessive vacancy, well maybe, in the shadow of an eye. All the strangers pass right through it, where the rules just don't apply. At the fork turn left, a store, but on the right stay free from sight. 'Cause 96 Quite Bitter Beings like to stack the bodies high. The only way to ever leave is overflooded by the storm. And entanglement in Hellview brings you fear in 50 forms. They've deleted all the tourists at the bottom of the lake... And not one supports the cause to leave the blood stay in the veins. Here three miles back is where we are. All we ever wanted was an answer. The civilized are close yet way too far. All we ever wanted was an answer. Footprints giving clue to where we are. All we ever wanted was an answer. The civilized are close yet way too far. All we ever wanted.... The fire dies on it's own, leaving us to ourselves but not exactly alone. I think that something is out there waiting. Anticipation has grown. The air as black as can be. Can't even see that my hand is in front of me. I'm overhearing a whisper "they won't escape until the blood is set free." So turn back, the silence is deafening. Turn back, don't let them see you again. They make the rounds at the midnight hour and on the clock it's just a minute away. So we're hours awake and our only mistake is we bleed. And the hunger for the living helps them hunt it with the greatest of ease... Now I'm finding my friends hanging from trees, made a bed of a barbed wire fence. I'm on the loose with my neck in the noose but hey... I enjoy the intense. So turn back the silence is deafening. Turn back don't let them see you again. They make the rounds at the midnight hour and on the clock it's just a minute away. So we're hours awake and our only mistake is we bleed. And the hunger for the living helps them hunt it with the greatest of ease. No experience could ever match the sight of when a person is through. If it's the last thing I will do I'll be the one that will escape from Hellview...and I will. So turn back the silence is deafening. Turn back don't let them see you again. They make the rounds at the midnight hour and on the clock it's just a minute away. So turn back the silence is deafening. Turn back don't let them see you again. They make the rounds at the midnight hour and on the clock it's just a minute away. So we're hours awake and our only mistake is we bleed. And the hunger for the living helps them hunt it with the greatest of ease. No experience could ever match the sight of when a person is through. If it's the last thing I will do I'll be the one that will escape from Hellview...and I will.
Ore has a few friends.
Here is a current list os friends Ore has met in his travels. Although he has met more, I can't remember their names, so here's the ones I can remember. xD
Barranca

Ore met Arran as he stumbled through the cemetary, and upon meeting Ore decided to take him to the other dead kids at his own cemetary, where Ore met a bunch of more dead kids like himself. ''Thanks for taking me to the other kids, Arran. I'll never forget you, and I'll be sure to come and visit you sometimes. XP''
Glodenhiss

Ore met Glodenhiss through Arran, in the cemetary and brought many much needed smiles to Ore's face with his randomness. ''Glodenhiss...you're a riot. x3''
Ore's famous? Not quite.
Here is a list of all the directories that Ore appears in. If you own a bori or Ghost pet you can click the link to these great directories and register your pet.

MAKABLES & ADOPTABLES!!
This section is full of adopted adoptables and painted makables of Ore. x3

FANARTS!!!
Here is the fanart section for Ore. =3 This first picture here was drawn by 2Q, herself! And it's so amazing!! x3 Ore: I have fans?? o.o; *Faints*

A PICTURE!
This picture was drawn by me, God_Puppet. n.n' Just a quaint little sketch.

ANOTHER PICTURE!
Yay, I drew this one with Markers. Ore and a BALLOON!