"All Hallows" Eve

Eve did not like Halloween. Of course, when she was young, she had dressed up and gone trick-or-treating like all the other children but she abandoned the holiday much earlier than her peers, and when asked, she even denied ever having enjoyed the festivities at all. By the time she was 8, she refused to accompany her friends in their trick-or-treating adventures, and by the age of 10, she had stopped dressing up altogether. When asked why she so disliked the holiday, she could never really give a direct reason, and always mumbled something about childish costumes and not liking sweets, even though the latter was a lie.
On October 31st the year she turned 20, Eve was walking back to her apartment. She was approaching a small bridge that crossed the river, when all of the sudden, a gust of wind nearly pushed her over. Not wanting to be detained any longer than necessary, Eve walked on - in the middle of the bridge, the wind came again...
Eve awoke after what felt like ages. Sitting up, she felt a strange lightness about her body - and looked down to see that she was, in fact, outside it. She was standing on the bank of the river a little distance away from the small bridge, and lying half-submerged next to her was her own body, her neck twisted at a nasty angle. Eve was surprised to discover that she did not feel upset about dying in the least; she was far more annoyed by the sounds of the Halloween party she could hear taking place in the house just across the way. That ridiculous music made her want to - Eve thought for a moment. Since she now appeared to be incorporeal, she wondered whether she could - Ahah! She passed through the wall of the house and into what seemed to be the living room, where she found a crowd of fully-grown adults wearing the absurd costumes she so hated. She ripped the mask off of one man, who froze in the middle of his ludicrous dancing and looked around wildly for what had de-masked him. She left him glancing suspiciously at the man next to him. Finding the source of the music, Eve unplugged the stereo, removed the CD, and snapped it in half. Nobody seemed to have seen itpeople started looking toward the stereo, wondering what had happened, but Eve merely passed through the same wall through which she had come, and began wandering back to her apartment.

Several Halloween parties reported the same mysterious phenomenon that nighttheir music would suddenly cut out, and the host would find the stereo unplugged and their CDs or other devices destroyed. These partygoers soon learned of the death of a young woman named Eve, who by all appearances had thrown herself off the bridge because of her dislike of Halloween.

Now, whenever a piece of a costume gets whipped off by the wind, or a CD of Halloween music mysteriously goes missing, the townsfolk place the blame on the ghost of "All Hallows" Eve.

((Sorry, it's not a "short" paragraph at all D: ))

Soooooo I'm a total dorkfish and when I saw Baby Gator (Wilber) my first thought was "OH MY GOSH, IT'S A TOTODILE!" So naturally, I just had to make a Pokemon Trainer. Referencing this image, this task turned out to be a bit harder than I thought it would be with the limited clothing options... originally I was going to do Lyra from HeartGold/SoulSilver, since it's the right generation for having a Totodile, but aside from the hat I just couldn't make it work. From there I moved on to Leaf of FireRed/LeafGreen- that way, I could keep the hat, find a perfect hairstyle and even manage to pull off the outfit. Overall, it turned out very plain-looking, but I am satisfied in that I achieved my ultimate goal- to become a Pokemon Master.

This avatar is a flower, with beautiful pink and purple petals. The green leaves and stem hold up the flower, and nestled within the petals are the delicate yellow-orange insides of the flower.

She appears to you in the mist of dawn, the song she plays entices you from your safe haven. Her welcoming kind face tricks you into believing that she if friend rather than foe. She dances and plays, leading you into the black forest and down to the river. Her call has the fog tightening around you, you never see the ferryman's face. From the shore, she continues to play as you are ferried to Death's door.

This is Auzel, she is the guardian of the forbidden forests. She helps travelers find their way through the dark, haunted woods. With her airy lantern lighting the way, the demons are kept at bay. But on nights where the moon wanes she urges travelers to find a different rout, for even her light cannot breach the darkness on those nights.

It was a normal Halloween night for everyone else. Costumes were worn, tricks were played, treats were given out. But for one girl it was special. It was the night she learned the truth.

Rumors had gone around the entire month of October- there was more to Halloween than meets the eye. Whispers in the school hallway perked Cathy's interest- speaking of a spirit realm unknown to most humans. One of her classmates seemed to know more about it than any other.

"What is this talk about the... spirit realm?" Cathy asked when they were alone- in the library one quiet afternoon.

"Well, you know how everyone celebrates Halloween, right?" the odd girl began, her eyes lighting up.

"Ye-es," Cathy hesitated.

"But do they really believe it- about ghosts and spirits roaming about and getting in contact with the dead?" she went on.

Cathy pondered this a moment. What did she even know about it?

"I don't know," Cathy replied.

"If there really were things like demons and angels, wouldn't you want to know about it?" the girl asked, her eyes pleading as if to say she really wanted to tell her.

"I... I guess so. Yes, I would!" Cathy declared. Before she hadn't given it any thought- now it seemed like a life or death matter.

"I can tell you," the girl said, her voice dropping to almost a whisper. "Come to my house tonight. I will answer all your questions- and you will know it's the truth. And it will set you free."

Now is when you PM that girl, me. Bwahahhahaha!!!
So, the girl pictured is Cathy, and she is dressed as if searching for something- that something being the truth.

Guardian of the Night
Her name: Nyx.

Whenever you're out and about, alone at night, do you ever get the feeling you're being watched? Sure, you shrug it off, but are you actually being watched?
The answer is, yes.
You hardly see her, but when you do, it's the glowing jewels and her haughty eyes. Then, as soon as you see her, she vanishes. Her favorite pastime is playing tricks on people. You can sometimes hear her laugh on the wind; that cold, chilling laugh.
She is the wind in the night,
The one they call Nyx.
She lurks around;
She loves playing tricks.
You never know if you see her,
For if you do, she's gone.
But you can be sure of one thing:
She will never be done.