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Celle ([Stephen] was here. Kekekeke.)
Name: You can call me Celle
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I must look like a ghost from your perspective.
Um, haiithere.
I'm called many different names. You can call me Celle. Those of you on Elftown will know me as Celsius. Lately I've been feeling like I'm only a lonely voice in the back of my head, my body being controlled by another entity. Currently I am attempting to be in the state of adulthood, however I still find stupid things funny and have a beef for authority. I'm not sure if that will ever change. I'm not sure if I want it to. Yep; That's me. Welcome to my world for a bit. Sometimes I speak English.
I am also the new Poem Boss! Everyone be excited because I am so awesome! xD That means I require your blood... ahem... I mean, your poems! Submit your poems and let me feature them! It will be fun for everyone (and I get to eat your soul) I mean... Here's the link!
Elfpack Daily Poem.
That said, you're welcome here in my "home" so long as you don't get cocky and try to fuck my shit up. The only rule: don't be a dick. Hopefully that is easy to accomplish for both of us. I hope that someday you and I can be friends. For now, wipe your feet off before you come in. Don't drag your bullshit in here.
If I had more time, I would exist more in the competitions or maybe even go out for a spot on the council. However, I don't. So you get to deal with me lurking. I do not tolerate cybering or "Hey Baby" messages. Do this and you will more-than-like
ly find yourself being viciously chewed out by me and even laughed at when you try to fight back. The guards do nothing for me. I can take care of myself. (Which is not saying I don't love them and cherish them for all they do here).
I am silly-stupid. I say things like "Sweet deal" and "You're golden". I make jokes about the way people run. I find internet Meme's hilarious and I lurk 4chan somewhat often. I believe in rules 15, 16, 19, 31, 34, 35, 36, 40, 41, 62, 66, 67, 73, 76, and 88 (If you don't know what they are, then you should probably look them up). You will be diary spammed with links of really retarded shit.
Oh; and don't mind me if I periodically fall off the face of the Earth. It's kind of my thing. We can get extremely close and then I'll stop texting you for... a couple weeks. I may sign on and not reply to your messages for a week; I may even read them and discard them. It's not because your words didn't mean anything to me or that I suddenly dislike for you. It's just... me. I do that.
If you're looking for me the best place to search is in the corner of my living room, wrapped up in a blanket, reading a massive book, eating flaming hot cheetoes. If you are looking to get rid of me then get absolutely clingy and needy and I'll push you out of my life in a heart beat. If you're looking to be my friend then just show me you are real. I promise to do the same for you.
For more of the above, visit Project Design Portraits on Elftown. C:
"All life is a game of luck."
"A real man makes his own luck."
That is what we are, what we will be, what we become. We make our imprints on life through others and due to our compassion or hatrid they remember us. Stories will be told of our feats, our adventures, and each time the words pass they will become twisted and in the minds and hearts of those who remember who you were, you will in fact become twisted. A different version of yourself. But you wont ever know, will you? You wont ever realize that the personality you actually held has become a twisted and more appraised version of who you were. A storybook character forced to be romantic and courageous or whatever it is they will tell of you. Our happiness, securities and triumphs are nothing to everyone but us, where we hold them dear and share them with the most exquisit of friends. Our time here is short and our happiness an unwritten history. It matters to you, to me, to us, but for the rest of them... We are ghosts. Gender: female
Civil status: live together with partner
Body shape: normal
Height: 173
