: p
characters:
human: "jack alan mills"
details:
age: 22 gender: male
job: uksf role: sniper specialist, designated name: grey fox(hmm may call him that)
rank: captain
family/relatives: deceased
Other, Plot Development, Storyboard
H.i.m.f data storage center
date of issue: 5.4.2032
pdt number: 0075525
name: jonas blanchart
birthplace: new rendition hospital, earth
age: 20
parents: deceased, mother died in a car crash and the father died of natural causes.
Other
#1 of the history of blue shields trygons
(disclaimer: all works of thatoneprotogen are completely fictional, any resemblance to real events, past, present or future is completely coincidental and any real person mentioned in this work, alive or deceased
Character Development, Future, Origin Story, SFW, Sci-Fi
Well the preacher called for piety and prayers for the deceased
till the gravedigger came running, for to interrupt the priest.
then the undertaker turned, his face all ashes, and he said
"afraid the funeral's canceled. he ain't dead."
Horror, Poetry, Spondee, lyric
The witch had stopped moving, too, almost looking deceased. it was easy to see she looked more frazzled, more pale than before. she had an almost brittle composition, her bones jutting visibly against her wrinkled skin.
clay felt defeated. "fine.
Magic, Transformation
. _15_ percent of all of the human population is deceased, and of the remaining _85_ percent, only _60_ percent remain _human_.
Nuclear war, Prologue, earth, radiation
A minor lord who had recently inherited his title and land from his deceased parents.
kiessu's master was known to be a swindler and crossed many powerful people.
Character Bio, Cub, Male, Slave, Snow Leopard, Young
And the great blackening druid closed his eyes... only to meet the onrushing figure of his long deceased father. dumbfounded, darkfyre managed a gurgled "faa-!" before being swept up by...and _into his father_.
Lycanthrope, Mythological Creature, Reptile
And my..my deceased..de." he broke down in tears. the girl getting up and patting her elder's back. "let it out." she told him. he cried for a few more minutes before fully composing himself. "my dead lover." her jaw dropped, her hand covered her mouth.
Death, Gay, Gay Relationships, Love, Story, past
As i looked over the deceased rabbit i thought to myself with a wicked grin on my face.
"i, kyle the fox, shall eat like a king until the day i die."
Fox, Non-Anthro, Rabbit, Short Story