𐲦𐲉𐲙𐲍𐲢𐲐𐲤𐲦 - Dorota

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Spoiler: "It was such a simple life."

My name is Dorota Boldiszár and I have an electric stick,
My name was TAP-399 and I was a tyrant.
I am Hungarian and I live in a personal hell,
I am young but yet I feel so old, and guilty.
My life, my tourism in this new world,
energetic was my club, for which I've danced.
Local TV was my fame, my name etched in ink on coffee stained napkins.

I do not ask for much, my heart is content which a song flows through it,
even if life has turned itself on it's head...

I am in Switzerland, the Alps,
I've climbed the mountain,
I have reached the top but I don't like the view.
A precious white flower, so noble, so caring and so gentle.
I had that flower, in my arms and now she's withered away and gone.
My fate now to continually mourn before the tribunal.

Spoiler: The woman behind the mask

Hail the Tn'gri, hail the Deyeuz,
I should have stayed faithful to my Gods,
not the falsified beings that held puppet strings over our heads.
May you forgive me for the trespasses and treachery I have done.

Life will not be the same anymore.

⁝𐲦𐲉𐲙𐲎𐲢𐲐 ⁝𐲀𐲦𐲐𐲒𐲁𐲙𐲓 ⁝𐲮𐲉𐲯𐲉𐲤𐲤 ⁝𐲘𐲐𐲙𐲓𐲉𐲦

I see there is a great power in man, same as for the plant.
For men can, like the flower never bloom and wither away.
It's a rule of the universe, people have to succeed and others have to fail.
There cannot be one without the other....
​

The final age had begun...
We lost it and it shown the true colours to our lives...
We're monsters but that should not stop us fixing what we had done,
using the time we have left to live.

People often write... I write too, so that my mind is active.
Maybe one day if I am to lose my mind, I can remember.
If a person was interested, they can look into my life.
My life is simple but some people find interest in that...

Spoiler: Diary Pages

Spoiler: Page 1

Spoiler: Page 2

Spoiler: Notable People in my life

//feel free to ask to be added

Spoiler: UNION-578

@Marco

Spoiler: STEPHANIE ROBERTS

@Cjtn10

Spoiler: HERO-781

@Garratz

Spoiler: TAP-595

@MrMindBlow

Spoiler: UNION-636

@ItsLiam

Spoiler: DEFENDER-307

@Sushi082

Spoiler: LINE-493

@0xNiklas

Spoiler: Aidan

@Garratz

Spoiler: Louis

@Nezoose

Spoiler: Eleanor Marchand

@Felix

Spoiler: Tyriel Sutrom

@Acheif

 

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Added:
@Marco

Another diary entry

 

[Johnny Evil]

Pretty cool, wish I could read cursive [I can't]
I give it 4 cheese burgers from A&W and a Icecream cone out of 5

 

[Cjtn10]

Put Stephanie up on there

 

[wysiwyg]

Put Stephanie up on there

Added!

 

[Garratz]

You're gonna have to put 781 on here

 

[MrMindBlow]

mhm, TAP-595 ^^

 

[wysiwyg]

You're gonna have to put 781 on here

mhm, TAP-595 ^^

Added!

 

[ItsLiam]

I cannot read that for shit.
HOWEVER add 636

 

[wysiwyg]

redone the font and made the images bigger for the character relations part.

I cannot read that for shit.
HOWEVER add 636

will add you once our characters have interacted a little more, should be done and in soon!

 

[wysiwyg]

I cannot read that for shit.
HOWEVER add 636

Added

 

[0xNiklas]

493

 

[wysiwyg]

A simple 3am update.
Added:
@Sushi082
@0xNiklas

Updated:
@Marco
@MrMindBlow

 

[Marco]

This is so cool

 

[wysiwyg]

This is so cool

Thanks! I'm glad you like it!

 

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Dorota retires to a desk within the barrack, she looks around and sees the room empty. She sits down at the desk, placing down her pink notepad with a biro pen and starts writing as she thinks about the things that are said, that have happened and not happened. The Hungarian drops her biro upon the notepad and stares down upon it, the emotions and realization catching up to the woman and she breaks down in tears as she hides her face into her hands; The loss of a loved one, the inaction on her own part and not being there enough... Dorota feels guilt, crashing up against her soul like a stormy wave all the while her sobbing fills the empty room, echoing out as it begins to slowly subside into silent tears - No matter how much she wiped her face, the tears continued to fall, her previous stoic mask didn't help this time, it was a breaking point for the woman...

Dorota looks down at her belt, reaching for her jack knife and then unfolds the blade, looking upon it's well maintained edge with a tranced stare... By instinct the woman pulls up her sleeve, removing the glove away from her hand; Hesitant she looks at her arm but before the time she processes anything, the knife is brought down on the top of her forearm and starts slashing not too deep into the flesh all the while she whimpers in pain as tears continue to roll down her face. The Hungarian woman stops, realizing what she has done, she pulls a roll of bandage out from her pouch and unravels it to wrap it around the cuts on her forearm. Rushing and panicking slightly, she grabs an anti-septic wipe from the same pouch and starts wiping down the small blade and the table top, removing the blood from them one at a time.

The Hungarian, cleaning up herself and the table shakes her head and releases a sigh before picking up her biro and continues on writing down her thoughts... She thinks a lot on what to do next, she knows too much but has the urge to make something of herself and do the right thing or so she perceives. Now finished writing, Dorota sits there and stares at the wall in front of her still pondering her worth and plan... What plan? There's nothing much you can do, there's no support and no chance to get to the places where you need to go... But she knows where she needs to go, her ancestral land in the frozen steppes far East... But how? How can she do this? She needs to do this for the person who she loves the most and what she believe will save humanity.
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updated:
@Marco
@Sushi082

 

[Garratz]

That is not an image I wanted to see at 3 in the morning.

 

[wysiwyg]

"My 'death' was greatly exaggerated." - Metroman, circa: idfk.

 

[Gamma]

Moved to Combine Biographies on request of the poster.

 

[Gamma]

Talk about "The Spirit", you know who.

Spoiler: For Freedom...