Marieken Mithras
Birthday: Unknown - 1999
Sex: Female
Occupation: High school student
Blood Type: A-Negative
Hair Colour: White, painted black
Eye Colour: Purple, green lenses
Likes: My Bloody Valentine, Ville Valo, Maria Mithras, Evanescence
Dislikes: Videogames, drama, talking to people
“I have to write something down here about myself? Why? Oh, okay.”
My name is Marieken de Vries
“Can I get a new paper? Just continue? Okay.”
My name is Marieken Mithras and I recently discovered I am a changeling. A moontouched, to be precise! I don’t exactly know why they’re we’re called that, to be honest. It means I’m not my parent’s real child, which can be a little hard on me. A bit like how adopted kids feel, I think, except the parents of adopted children actually want them
Moontouched are really cool actually. They we’re split up in different ‘courts’, like fairies, andsome courts can have superpowers! My favorite musician, Maria Mithras, is moontouched as well.
I can’t really live as a moontouched though, I have friends and people at school who expect meto be Marieken, Normal Human Girl. So I’m painting my hair and wearing contacts to disguisemyself. It’s kind of a shame, because I used to fantasize about cool things like that. It’s a bit of a childish fantasy, I guess. Maybe in the future when everything is sorted out I can be more like myself.
“I completely ruined this one. No, you don’t understand. My lenses are making my eyes water,so I got some tears on the paper. That’s fine? People will get the wrong idea. Okay. Whatever you say.”
Hiro de Vries
Birthday: August 24, 2000
Sex: Male
Occupation: High school student, ninja
Blood Type: B-Positive
Hair Colour: Blonde, painted black
Eye Colour: Blue
Likes: Naruto, eating ramen in the rain, matcha tea, weed, Bleach, swords, Linkin Park, Fort Minor, girls, boys, Street Fighter II
Dislikes: The government, school, Street Fighter III, politics, Evanescence
“Sure thing broski.”
My legal name is Hiro de Vries. My real name is Hiro Ishikawa the Third, wielder of the muramasa blade ‘demonrend’. There’s a girl in my school also called de Vries but we’re not related, it’s just a really common surname. I actually like her a lot, but she never talks to me. This is because ninjas and samurai are discriminated against by the normie government so I guess it’s awkward to be seen with me. Recently there’s been these supernatural murders at school, which I guess is why they’re making me write this? Anyway I really hope the culprit isn’t a student, because I already know on who the task of taking them down is going to fall. Hey, are they proofreading this? In case they don’t and you’re reading this help. Help. I’m seventeen years old and the government is making me kill people. They’re trying to make me look paranoid by gaslighting me. Last week they switched out literally every object in my house with an identical copy. I’m pretty sure there’s something in these meds they’re giving me that’s making it hard to think clearly. If you’re reading this please send help I need help
Robin Robinson
Birthday: 23 March, 1994
Sex: Wouldn’t you like to know
Occupation: Gangster, catamite, social worker
Blood Type: B
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Brown
Likes: Dolls, flowers, cats, guns, Zack Snyder, stimulants, moontouched, vampires
Dislikes: Men
“You want me to- why are you typing? No, you said ‘tell me something about yourself to write down,’ but I haven’t said anything yet. Stop writing, why are you writing that down? Are you going to write down every single thing I say ad verbatim? No, I'll get to it. Give me the paper, I’ll write something down myself. Give it to me.”
My name is Robin Robinson, and I’m a government subcontractor who runs a temporary group home for unhoused periphery demographics. I’m also a handsome young witch with a penchant for saving maidens in trouble, with a dash of loveable and flirty rogue on the side. Recently I’ve been taking care of Marieken Mithras, who is not an official member of my group home, but who has been unable to return home due to some drama affecting her personal life. This put a strain on my finances which then led to me overworking, which in turn landed me in a wheelchair. Ah well, such is the life of the self-sacrificing hero.
Ruby-Lynn Schulze
Birthday: September 8, 1992
Sex: Female
Occupation: Full-time Witch and Doll-Medic, occasionally nurse.
Blood Type: B-negative
Hair Colour: White
Eye Colour: Purple
Likes: Long walks during Autumn, Discworld, Earthsea, Pokémon. Cinnamon tea. Goulash.
Dislikes: Snow, cold, dogs, loud noises, the summer heat, doing the dishes.
“Write something for my biography?
Can I break the fourth wall?” “You’d rather not. Okay.”
Hello! I’m Ruby-Lynn Schulze, the cute older moontouched-witch who has been teaching Marieken magic. I’m Mirror Court, which should give some hints to my as of yet unmentioned, tragic backstory. I don’t live with Robin and his dolls, but I do regularly swing by. I’m an expert at patching up broken dolls and healing a variety of ailments that can befall other Periphery Demographics. Beyond that I’m an experienced witch, moonlighting as nurse in various communities around Amsterdam to collect spells and insights, always looking to improve on my as of yet unfinished unified theory of magic. The normies make life as a Periphery Demographic as hard as it could possibly be, but the beauty of magic makes up for a lot of hardships. I’m certain that a bright future is possible for all of us, if only we learn to overcome our differences and work together to build a better world, with or without human assistance!
My name is Robin Robinson, and I’m a government subcontractor who runs a temporary group home for unhoused periphery demographics. I’m also a handsome young witch with a penchant for saving maidens in trouble, with a dash of loveable and flirty rogue on the side. Recently I’ve been taking care of Marieken Mithras, who is not an official member of my group home, but who has been unable to return home due to some drama affecting her personal life. This put a strain on my finances which then led to me overworking, which in turn landed me in a wheelchair. Ah well, such is the life of the self-sacrificing hero.