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My When Clones I Am Out Many - Shadow of the Beat

Sept 06 2009 : It's been over a year since I've updated this page - How shameful.
Jul. 7th : Okay let's try and revive Mr. Blackird 8D! Layout being sketching, coding underway.
Mar. 1st : Re-writing a lot of things. Adding alot of things. Started a second set of adoptables, cause I'm sure people are sick of the pies ;P

To do List (Organized by Priority) :
~~Clear up adoptables.~~
Finish waiting list.
~~Make Extra Adoptables.~~
Intro
Story
~~Family~~
~~Likes and Dislikes~~ (Still gotta do pictures)
Love
Graveyard Info

Intro ::

Rubbing your hands vigorously and breathing onto them, it's all you can really do to try and stay warm.
The air here is chilled.
---Hm, I should finish this.---

::Who are You

Me? I am merely myself. You may refer to me as Mr. Blackbird. That is all I've been called for many years, now. I'm the keeper of this graveyard, and the owner of the house beyond the gates over there. I must say, it has been along time since I've met one of the living.

Stats ::

Alias : MrBlackbird
Name : Mr. Blackbird
Nicknames Given : Mr. B, Blackbird
Age : Appears 20 (Really 207)
Gender : Male
Species : Lupe
Mother : Deceased
Father : Deceased
Siblings : None
Crush : None, Married to his job xD
Petpet : Bakelse the Crokabek
Scent : Roses, only fresher.
Current Residence : Cottage in the middle of the Graveyard.
Weapon of Choice : Sharpened Rapier.
Appearance
Fur : Sleek, Groomed.
Eye colour : Brown
Nose colour : Black
Main Pelt Colour : Black
Wing Colour : Black
Accessories : Tophat & A necklace made out of Strawberries, Raspberries, Blueberries, Blackberries, Cranberries, Currants and Cherries.

Family Blood ::

Ah, although my parents are indeed deceased, I believe it is only right to explain about them...

Father
My father was a hard working man. Day in and day out he would work like no other, trying as hard as he could to look after his family. He treated us with kindness, a rare one for me to ever come across. Something left me the day that he died. My trust in whomever was watching over me, and most of the world itself. If anyone truly had been doing it for good, they chose a wrong turn.

Mother
My mother was a type of woman who tried to fit into society. She adored my sisters. They all got along, did what their hearts desired, while I sat in the darkest corner I could find to stay out of their way.
I had always been the black sheep of what had been my family. And with my mother's ideal thoughts, I was expendable.
There was no love for me from her.

Abigail - Sister
My elder sister. She took very little notice of my unless she felt like playing with me as a doll.
I had no love for her, and she had none for me.

Elizabeth - Sister
My younger sister. Owl often explained her as a spoilt brat, though that may have been too far. She was pampered. I think she thought of me more as a guest in the house than her brother.
Although I offered it, there was never any love spared between us.

Story ::

What caused it...? A woman's voice whimpered.

A group of doctors along with her stood around a bed. One of the doctors in front had pulled the blanket over the decease's face.
Mercury Poisoning... Replied one of the doctors, pushing his glasses forward.
What...? The new widow asked quietly, puzzled.
The main doctor paced over to the window, looking out.
Did you know it was recently discovered that Mercury was toxic? A lot of people in this area have been contaminated due to the use of it in making hats. He began, turning to face her now, If it's not too much... I would like to inspect your son for it.
The widow bit her lip, looking at the creak in the door to see her son's teary eyes peeking through. Even now, he was wearing one of dreadful things... One of the top hats, her husband's favourite.
Sweetheart... she began, taking a few slow steps towards the door, Your father... Sweetheart, I need you to give me that hat, and come over here...
NO! The small lupe instantly refused, taking a few steps back from the door, When dad comes back he'll want it, he asked me to look after it for him!!
Before anyone had any time to grab him or protest to his actions, he sprinted from the door and bolt down the hall.
You horrible little child!! His mother called, quickly darting after him.
Two different lupes wondered out of their rooms to see what all the commotion was about. Each of them elegant looking, one might thing. Though as the young boy ran past them, they only appeared as dressed up toys, too stupid to know any better.
They were all stupid now.

He sprinted as fast as his legs could take him, eyes shut tightly. Somehow he managed to avoid running into things, heading straight out of the front door.
He basically lept out, skidding as he turned and barrelled down the street.
He knew exactly where he was going, and his friend had better be ready for him, whether he wanted to be or not.
The clean, rich looking streets eventually seemed to thin out into less luxdorious areas. The pavement was cracked and the buildings looked tattered. Paint peeled off walls and lights flickered on and off. It was the lesser part of the town. Where all of the hooligans lived.
And familiar voices rang through it.

-There is much more to be written here, but at least it's a start xD!-

Roommates? ::

Mieu
Mieu, that odd little girl... I'm not quite sure how the rest of the world views a girl such as herself. While she dresses much like a gentleman, she is indeed a young lass, 16 if memory calls correctly.
I first met her stuck up a tree, crying that she was terrified of heights and couldn't get down. To this day I don't know how in the world she got up there, but was cursing the nameTosh an awful lot.
Once I helped her down it took about 2 weeks for her to leave me alone. Much to my surprise, I didn't mind the company, but the zombies gave her quite scare, shouting something about needing a shotgun. She hovers by every now and then, usually for some of the pies. She seems to adore them, especially the steak pies. The little carnivore. I bet if I fed her Human she wouldn't mind in the slightest.

The White Owl
The White Owl... He's like my brother. I've spent many years with him, looking after the dead. Although we have indeed not been through, oh, those tragic events most boast about involving lost loves, family, and sanity, we still have the ties that have held us close through the thick and thin of our world. He has lost nothing, and I wonder if he has gained.
Owl himself is what you would call the entertainer of the graveyard. Music is his undying passion, and you can hear the passion creep through the graveyard, even now. He breathes life into this old, rotten place, and gets those old bones moving once more.
Fools, we were fools once. I find it odd how, by the standards of those outside, I should hate such a person as you. And yet I couldn't ask to spend my time with a better friend.

Ms. Valentine
Could there ever have been more opposing opinions than that of mine and Ms. Valentine's? Highly unlikely, at least during our earlier acknowledgment for one another. From what my knowledge of this girl serves, she has been involved with Zombies herself - However, those far different than those I am accustom to. Constructed through Biochemistry and complete disregard for the dead.
However, I did manage to persuade her that my companions here are of little to no threat to her, and thus do not deserve a bullet between the eyes. Whenever she wonders here, however, she still remains on her highest guard. I can't blame her, to be honest.
I do, of course, admire both her personality and disposition otherwise.
Calm and collected with a steady trigger-finger. She has lost greatly, and yet still strives past her heartache. Something to be admired, yes.

Tear
Tear is one I normally would not even consider talking to. Simply put, she is a soldier. I stand firm to my beliefs that they bring nothing but trouble. Yet for some reason along the path she chose the class of a healer, which is making myself doubt my own opinion. Overall she appears to be rather down to earth. Nothing she's seen in my graveyard has even made her flinch. I do believe she is as nearly level headed as Ms. Valentine is.

Companions ::

I do believe I have none of these as of yet.
Feel free to drop Mieu a neomail.

Petpet ::

Likes&Dislikes ::

Likes	Dislikes
Respect	Hooligans
The Dead	Idiots
Peace	Bad Meat
Bells	Rudeness
The Stars	High Society

Love ::

The Graveyard ::

Farewell ::

Mr. Blackbird raises his head to the sky, Oh dear or dear, it looks like it's nearly day... He turns to you, nudging his top-hat past his eyes, I do believe that you have people waiting for you, no?
You pause for a moment, remembering the dare you had agreed to hours before. You nod in reply, suddenly feeling filled with victory. You managed to survive the night, after all. Yeah, I do, I'd better head off then. Thanks for the time, Mr. Blackbird.
He nods back, as if gesturing for you to go, Of you go. Can't keep the hooligans waiting. If they come in here I can assure you that there will be nothing left of them in the morning.
You smile nervously, knowing too well that he was planning on keeping his word there. As he picks up the rapier in his jaws, it only makes you believe in the statement more.
Quickly, you run out the way you had earlier been instructed to head, leaving the gates just as daylight breaks through the clouds. He certainly was an interesting fellow, and you'll be paying far more respect to the dead now...

Link Back ::

Links Out ::

FAQs ::

Q. What was Mr. Blackbird's real Name?

A. Sebastian, although it isn't mentioned in his story just yet.

Q. Why did he start calling himself 'Mr. Blackbird'?

A. This name was actually given to him by The White Owl. When they were little, The White Owl mentioned how alike Mr. Blackbird looked like an injured blackbird they were looking after. It seemed to stick for some time after, and when Mr. Blackbird decided to use an Alias, he chose to keep that.

Q. Where did you get the idea for Mr. Blackbird?

A. From 'Godchild', one of my favourite mangas. In one of the chapters 'Bloodberry Jam', The main character is asked who his is by an old woman. She originally referred to him as 'Mr Blackbird with his cat eyes', and Cain uses it once more later in the story. It's my favourite chapter and after reading it for a few times, Mr. Blackbird came into my head, I said if the name 'MrBlackbird' was avalible, I would make him. And, boom.

Q. So is Mr. Blackbird based off 'Cain'?

A. Not really, only his anthro look. When I was trying to think of a full Anthro version for Mr. Blackbird, I realised that Cain represented him quite well. I just used Cain as a design base and even though Mr. Blackbird does resemble him, there are a few differences.

Q. Can my pet be friends with Mr. Blackbird?

A. Drop my main a neomail and we'll let roleplay decide that.

Q. Can my pet and Mr. Blackbird be in love?

A. Really not likely. Other than the fact that that Mr. Blackbird rarely has his emotions showing, there's The White Owl to deal with. He hates anyone that could disrupt their work, and he's killed a good number to make things stay in order. But hey, if you want to risk it, drop my main a neomail and we'll see where it goes.

Q. Eek! What does Mr. Blackbird use in his pies?!

A. It really depends. Usually some veggies or fruit, meat, disrespectful people...

Q. Is Mr. Blackbird a murderer?

A. That's a harsh way to put it. He just takes people out of the community that are causing more harm than good. But if you want it bluntly, yes.

Q. ... Is he a cannibal?

A. Originally, it wasn't intended. But yes, Mr. Blackbird does deal in the meat of his own kind.

Q. Why does Mr. Blackbird smell like flowers?

A. Because hidden under his wings are blue roses. Even with his wings spread out, you can't see them. they're very well hidden among his feathers. But sometimes you'll see blue petals trailing after him.

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A. ---

Adoptable Section ::

WARNING! There are Three sets of adoptables on this page! Read the rules to make sure you get the set you want!

Grave Sitters :: Adoptables

The Rules
Do Not steal
Do Not enter into any contest what-so-ever
Do Not claim as your own
Do Not remove my name
Do Not take a custom that is not yours
Do Not remove my link please
Do Not edit these yourself. That's why I make them.
Do be polite
Have 'Halfway Horrible' as your title for a request.
Have 'Creep Course' as your title for a trade.
ONLY neomail me on this account unless I am advertising on This account.
PLEASE! Make sure your neomail includes an account I can contact you on as well as your lupes full name and where I can find their reference :(

Request & Trades : Please see here!

Waiting List;

Pick-Up Code;
Simply copy and paste the code. Replace 'SITTER with your lupe's name (capitalized first letter).

Finished;

My Lupes;

Grave Creepers :: Adoptables

The Rules

::Gravecreeper Adoptables

You know the deal. Read the rules. Even if you're from a board, read them. For multiple reasons.

Rules :
Do Not steal
Do Not enter into any contest what-so-ever
Do Not claim as your own
Do Not remove my name
Do Not take a custom that is not yours
Do Not remove my link please
Do Not edit these yourself. That's why I make them.
Do be polite
Have 'LUPESNAME Grave' as your title for a request. 'Cept, with your lupe's name.
Do have 'Stone Swap' as your title for a trade
Do Respect the status.
ONLY neomail me on this account. To any other accounts will be flat out ignored.
Don't forget to check back for your adoptable.

Request & Trades : Please see here!

How to get.
Take the code and replace COLOURZ with the lupe colour.
For any customs, just replace COLOURZ with your lupe's full name.

Basic Colours

Painted

Customs
Waiting List :
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.

Trades (Unlimited) :

Board spots (Unlimited) :

Finished :

Oh-So Edibles :: Adoptables

The Rules

Mr. Blackbird is a chef of sorts, but his ingredients are far from ordinary ;)

READ THE RULES, EVEN IF YOU'RE FROM A BOARD. DON'T FOLLOW THEM, THEN YOUR NEOMAIL WILL BE DELETED. I'M NOT CHASING PEOPLE DOWN FOR MY RULES ANYMORE.
Phew, sorry ^^; Anyway, if you don't appear on my list, and you've followed my rules, just re-neomail me. I might have lost it, or thought I'd already completed it. I'm more than happy to pick it back up.

Rules :
Do Not steal
Do Not enter into any contest what-so-ever
Do Not claim as your own
Do Not remove my name
Do Not take a custom that is not yours
Do Not remove my link please
Do Not edit these yourself. That's why I make them.
Do be polite
Do post 'Marrow' as your title for a request
Do have 'Tombstone' as your title for a trade
Do Respect the status
ONLY neomail me on this account. To any other accounts will be flat out ignored.

Please not, I rarely neomail people to say that their adoptable's done.
I usually leave it up to you XD
For a long time.

Request : Open/Closed
Trades : Open/Closed

Mieu is currently doing a clean up. That means once she finishes her current list she won't be taking any more until she gets replies from lots of owners.
Yes, she's mailing them, so it's not their fault.

Update : Gomen(Sorry) Guys~ I haven't been working on these because of school work and... Being slack. gonna try and force myself to finish some okays~?
Basic Colours

Blue

Red

Yellow

Green

Painted

Customs

Baking:

Webrixo +Trade+
Veshco +Trade+
Chibi_Foxi1 +trade+

Due to sever need of updates, Mieu deleted most of the list. If you still want, re-neomail her.

Morbid_Nightfox

Xuluna

Whayloin

Genuo *Mailed*

Inzahira

Picked Up

Adopted :

Artwork :: Gifts

Pictures by others for Mr. B xD click and drag into the adress bar to see the full picture, and hover over the thumb nails to see who drew what ^_^
By the Awesome G66