(Closed temporarily, check in later!) Throw any character in here and I'll give them an awful scenario.

XD No problem! You'll have to wait a bit, but I'm willing to do more of one person's characters. I'm just going first come first served.

What type of trauma you thinking? Abuse? Mental? (Oof, I never thought I'd ask THAT question.)

So words and knives…hmm…

Aurelius watched in horror as the men drug away his irreplaceable partner. Nox growled and grunted, but her snot was locked closed with metal clasps. The strong men stabbed the dragon with sharp spears, and laughed every time she whimpered. Auri felt sick. If he revealed his cover now, he’d be doomed. He bit his lip to keep from throwing up. These men were so cruel. He pulled out his sword, ready to pounce. But he had to wait until the leader of the group was gone. So he sat behind the bushes waiting.

“My dear men! Today is a good day for us! We have captured a lovely beast! Raise your swords in honor of this moment!” The leader shouted standing on top of the cage Nox was in. He picked up his own sword and raised it high. “WE SHALL SLAY THIS WRETCHED BEAST!” The man shouted. Auri stood and ran down the hill without hesitation. “LET HER GO!” He screamed running through the crowd. The slayers were all out of sorts from drinking, they were stunned. Auri sliced his sword back and forth whoever got in his way. All the men screamed and scattered. Only one remained. “Drop your sword Slayer!” He shouted standing ready to kill anyone who tried to hurt her. He grinned a fowl grin. “Gladly.” He sneered. He plunged the sword into the cage and laughed manically. Auri shrieked. He climbed the cage and threw the man off. He tossed his own sword on the ground at the cruel man. Auri gently pulled the slayer’s sword away from Nox’s scales.

He pulled open the cage door, and did his best to pull her out. Nox breathed slowly. “Nox, please, not now.” He cried. He pet the dragons head gently, and watched as the life seemed to leave her eyes. Auri gritted his teeth, and picked up the slayer’s sword. He walked over to where he had pushed the man off the cage, and plunged the sword through his gut. “You’re a cruel man.” He said before turning. He walked back around the cage, to go back to Nox. He stopped when he saw a woman standing there petting the large beast. “HEY! YOU! Stop!” He shouted running to his dragon. The woman seemed alarmed, and ran off, into the woods. He plopped down next to Nox, not caring about the woman, and just wept.

Character by: @BecInMYday
Short Story by: @RainyDayArtist

(It's not as good as I wanted it to be, it could've been better, I'm sorry)

No! I like it a lot! You really did hit him right where it hurts. Ahhh my heart

Oh, ok, I really took a bit of time to read about him, so there's that that helped. He's a really well thought out character!

Thank you! I’ve been working on him since junior year of high school, so like 3 years at this point.

Haha, that's cool. Now, I gotta find a weak spot for the next character… Cameron…

Do you think you could do something for my girl Freya?

I'll do my best to rip her soul apart!

I'll make sure to check em out!

Mkay, sorry everyone that's waiting trying to get them done, but I'm not gonna be home for awhile so… problems

You still taking requests or should I come back at a later time? xx

I'll do one more, then Imma close it until I get at least half done, so go ahead and drop your character in!

Cameron really didn’t want to be here. Some kid invited one of his friends, Fisher, to a sleepover, and told him he could bring a friend along. Guess who the poor sap was? Yup, you guessed it, Boss.
“Night guys, don’t let the demons get you.” One of the kids said. Boss rolled his eyes at the irony. “I wish I could.” He whispered to himself. He pulled the covers up to his chin, and just stared. Hour, by hour, starring at the celling tossing, and turning trying to ignore the whispers of his demons. It was about 4:00 o’clock in the morning, when Cameron threw the covers off, ran into the kitchen and turned the lights on. He couldn’t stand it. With a shaky hand he grabbed a glass out of the cabinet and poured water into it. He took a sip, and opened the back door walking outside. He took a shaky step towards a patio chair, and sat down. He slowly drank the water when he heard a particular voice, the words standing out, though the voice was unfamiliar. “Come, follow me.” It whispered, seeming to pull him along. He dropped his glass, it shattering on the concrete outside. He turned around, and started to run back to the house, but his demons pulled him along by his legs. He clawed at the dirt, and started to scream. “NO! PLEASE NO!” He cried trying to grip to anything that was within reach.

At this point he had given up and was dragged out into the middle of nowhere. He winced every time his back hit a rock, leaving a new scar behind. Then all of a sudden it all stopped. He stood and wiped himself off. He looked around and only saw train tracks. “H-hello?” He called out. He didn’t like this at all. “Hello.” A soft voice responded. He turned to the voice, and was now facing the tracks again. He about jumped out of his skin, there was someone standing on the tracks. He hesitantly walked towards it. It was a young girl with dark hair. He let out a small breath of relief. “Hello, what are you doing here?” He inquired walking to her. She didn’t move. “Hello.” She said again. He furrowed his brow. “Um, hello? Are you alright?” He asked stepping on the tracks. This time she seemed illuminated. That was odd. “Can I-“ Then he heard it. The chugging of the engine, the sharp sound of the whistle. He turned and almost screamed. He turned back to the girl, and she was gone, and turning back to the train, he went to jump but tripped over his shoe, and fell face first onto the side of the hill. Twisting his ankle in the process, he rolled down the hill, feeling blood trickled from his already cut skin. He tried to stop himself, but only dislocated his wrist in the process. He shrieked in pain and came to the end of the hill. He just wanted to go home. With his good hand, he pulled out his phone and called Fisher hoping he would pick up to come save him. But Nick, his most “loyal” demon, had other plans. He dragged him back into the woods, and drug him to the edge of a pond. Even with a sprained ankle, he shoved himself away. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?” He shouted sitting up, digging his good foot in the ground. He didn’t know what to do, and just sat in the dark woods, where his demons watched him.

Character by: @SunGod
Short story by: @RainyDayArtist

Ok, @Trashybeth's next!

I don't know whether the last space left has been taken if so, ignore this. However, if you're willing to do one more, here's mine. (Feel no obligation to do it any time soon as I can see you quite busy currently.)

(Haha you're good, it hasn't been taken to my knowledge sorry it's taking a really long time.)

There's no need to apologise XX just take your time.

Yw! I really love your character!