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((Stitchy, Maria Gloom, and Tarp. They're a band of deformities. More like a family but still. The youngest is Stitchy at nine years old, the oldest is Tarp at 20. Wanna know how they were deformed? By a certain person with a hilarious name~ That's right, my OC Marff! He was the one! They're just some lucky ones who survived his craziness. See, this is why I made him a villain, THIS IS WHY!

You can't ask them questions yet because I'm thinking of making them an ask account or not(even though I already own three so far~ WHY NOT GO FOR A FOURTH!)

So yeah, you can "talk" to them I guess. Here's some more information on them.))

Name: Stitchy
Age: 9
Gender: Male
Height: 4'3"
Species: Not even sure, he's some sort of bat creature thing.
Background: ((Don't judge me for making this rhyme))
Stitchy used to be a very spoiled boy.
He got everything he wanted; all the clothes and the toys.
He talked down on people a lower class than him.
He would spit in their direction, even shouting threats at them.
His father was the one who implanted this spite.
So don't blame this boy like someone else might.
The boy soon was walking one day.
When suddenly he came across a man in an alleyway.
The man was digging out of the trash for food.
Dressed up in tattered clothing he just stood.
Stitchy, feeling arrogant, decided to make fun.
To call him names and tell him he was a bum.
He said some nasty things and grinned with delight.
Until the man knocked him out in one clean swipe.
Stitchy woke up later with all his limbs cut off.
He bled everywhere and screamed out of shock.
The man who had done it was the bum he had seen.
The man apparently had a knife and was about to cut his spleen.
When all of the sudden another person kicked the man away.
He grabbed Stitchy and took off, and then the next day,
Stitchy had some brand new limbs, mismatched but who cared anyway?
Stitchy for the first time cried out of pure joy,
And asked the name of his savior who simply grinned at the boy.
"My name is Marff." he said as he lead the boy out of his home.
Stitchy said thank you and took off on his own.
Once he had returned to his home, his father sent him out.
He said, and Stitchy will never forget, that he was a monster, a monster I tell you, and that that thing was not his son.
Stitchy was heartbroken and had no where else to stay,
So he went into the woods to probably die alone and astray.
But then one day he met a girl who wore a bright smile.
She offered him her paw and asked if he had any home to call worthwhile.
With a tear going down his face, he shook his head no.
He said "I am a monster, who want me, I don't know."
The girl just laughed and said "I would want you, please."
"I think you're cute and that's how it should always be."
Stitchy just stared at her, and couldn't help but cry.
She embraced him with a warm hug as tears fell from his eyes.
Soon she brought him to a little shack made from wood.
She said this would be his new home, and he could,
Could not believe that this was actually happening,
That this girl was so generous as to give him a home,
And that's the story of Stitchy~

Name: Maria Gloom
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Height: 5'6"
Background: ((Makin' this poetic again~))
Maria was a lonely girl who hated everyone.
But the feelings were mutual, since no one wanted anything to do with her.
Maria decided one day that she had had enough.
And set off to the woods to see if she could find
The person she had heard of; that great big scary guy.
Who's said to lure people into his home.
And then he cuts them up and deforms them into some horrible.
They're never seen again usually, either hiding or just dead.
And all for his own sick pleasure do the blood stains spread.
Maria, feeling desperate, wanted revenge on those fools.
On everyone who hated her, she hated too.
They taunted her and teased her and she had quite enough.
If anything were to stop them, it would have to mean some luck.
She finally found the house that everyone warned against.
It was tattered; it was run down; it was perfect.
She knocked on the door and called for the person living there.
When he answered the door, she couldn't help but stare.
His skin was green, his hair the color of sea weed.
He had a horn sticking from his head with the tip broken off.
His eyes were red and he had sharp teeth sticking from his lip.
It was a pretty scary sight, but she shook it off and pleaded with him.
She wanted claws or something, anything sharp.
Anything to slice her enemies and rip open their hearts.
He stared at her before grinning widely.
He happily agreed and hurried her inside.
He showed her a table and asked her to lay down.
She hastily agreed and did what she was told.
He told her he knew just the way to help her with her quest.
And injected her with a green liquid that put her to rest.
When she woke up later he was standing over her.
He was smiling with delight and told her the good news.
She now had claws and little bear ears, pink for some reason.
Happy, she hugged him and left the home hastily.
Not even minutes later were there bloodstains on her new claws.
But she smiled as she tore through the last of them with her paws.
She loved what she did and she has never regretted it.

Name: Tarp
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2"
Background: ((This one doesn't rhyme 'cause I'm getting lazy))
His real name is not Tarp, his real name is Damien.
He used to be a knight, the best of his class.
He loved to go into battle and loved the blood that fell.
He loved the touch of the steel on his sword.
He just loved it all, but had a soft side.
He had a beautiful wife, whom didn't care about his side.
He even had a son, who was also training to be a knight.
But one day changed his happy life forever.
He was in the woods when a song bird started to sing.
It sung very loudly, irritating him.
So he slashed it with his sword, right in front of a boy.
Who stared at him with anger before he went away.
Damien shrugged it off and decided to head home.
Until he was knocked out by a rock to his skull.
When he woke up he had two blades protruding from his wrists.
And standing across from him was the boy from earlier.
The boy looked at him and grinned an evil grin.
He said "These are the consequences of killing the bird. The magnificent bird that I was watching."
Damien tried to slash at him, but the boy quickly dodged.
He escaped into the woods and out of sight for good.
Damien returned home only to his wife's scream.
But she still stayed with him and tried to help him.
But then one day everything became much worse.
He accidentally chopped off the head of his son.
When his wife threatened to turn him in, he chopped her head off too.
And then he stuffed the bodies in the attic.
Word quickly spread and the town had a meeting.
They all agreed that night would be the night he would die.
They picked up swords and daggers and anything they could.
But he had escaped already into the woods.
He had no where else to go and fainted from exhaustion.
But when he woke up with water to his face, a girl and a boy stood over him.
They said that they had brought him to their home in the woods.
And then they said that he was welcome to stay.
He agreed and that became his new home.

((Rushed at the end of the last one 'cause I'm tired. >I))

Description
((Stitchy, Maria Gloom, and Tarp. They're a band of deformities. More like a family but still. The youngest is Stitchy at nine years old, the oldest is Tarp at 20. Wanna know how they were deformed? By a certain person with a hilarious name~ That's right, my OC Marff! He was the one! They're just some lucky ones who survived his craziness. See, this is why I made him a villain, THIS IS WHY!

You can't ask them questions yet because I'm thinking of making them an ask account or not(even though I already own three so far~ WHY NOT GO FOR A FOURTH!)

So yeah, you can "talk" to them I guess. Here's some more information on them.))

Name: Stitchy
Age: 9
Gender: Male
Height: 4'3"
Species: Not even sure, he's some sort of bat creature thing.
Background: ((Don't judge me for making this rhyme))
Stitchy used to be a very spoiled boy.
He got everything he wanted; all the clothes and the toys.
He talked down on people a lower class than him.
He would spit in their direction, even shouting threats at them.
His father was the one who implanted this spite.
So don't blame this boy like someone else might.
The boy soon was walking one day.
When suddenly he came across a man in an alleyway.
The man was digging out of the trash for food.
Dressed up in tattered clothing he just stood.
Stitchy, feeling arrogant, decided to make fun.
To call him names and tell him he was a bum.
He said some nasty things and grinned with delight.
Until the man knocked him out in one clean swipe.
Stitchy woke up later with all his limbs cut off.
He bled everywhere and screamed out of shock.
The man who had done it was the bum he had seen.
The man apparently had a knife and was about to cut his spleen.
When all of the sudden another person kicked the man away.
He grabbed Stitchy and took off, and then the next day,
Stitchy had some brand new limbs, mismatched but who cared anyway?
Stitchy for the first time cried out of pure joy,
And asked the name of his savior who simply grinned at the boy.
"My name is Marff." he said as he lead the boy out of his home.
Stitchy said thank you and took off on his own.
Once he had returned to his home, his father sent him out.
He said, and Stitchy will never forget, that he was a monster, a monster I tell you, and that that thing was not his son.
Stitchy was heartbroken and had no where else to stay,
So he went into the woods to probably die alone and astray.
But then one day he met a girl who wore a bright smile.
She offered him her paw and asked if he had any home to call worthwhile.
With a tear going down his face, he shook his head no.
He said "I am a monster, who want me, I don't know."
The girl just laughed and said "I would want you, please."
"I think you're cute and that's how it should always be."
Stitchy just stared at her, and couldn't help but cry.
She embraced him with a warm hug as tears fell from his eyes.
Soon she brought him to a little shack made from wood.
She said this would be his new home, and he could,
Could not believe that this was actually happening,
That this girl was so generous as to give him a home,
And that's the story of Stitchy~

Name: Maria Gloom
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Height: 5'6"
Background: ((Makin' this poetic again~))
Maria was a lonely girl who hated everyone.
But the feelings were mutual, since no one wanted anything to do with her.
Maria decided one day that she had had enough.
And set off to the woods to see if she could find
The person she had heard of; that great big scary guy.
Who's said to lure people into his home.
And then he cuts them up and deforms them into some horrible.
They're never seen again usually, either hiding or just dead.
And all for his own sick pleasure do the blood stains spread.
Maria, feeling desperate, wanted revenge on those fools.
On everyone who hated her, she hated too.
They taunted her and teased her and she had quite enough.
If anything were to stop them, it would have to mean some luck.
She finally found the house that everyone warned against.
It was tattered; it was run down; it was perfect.
She knocked on the door and called for the person living there.
When he answered the door, she couldn't help but stare.
His skin was green, his hair the color of sea weed.
He had a horn sticking from his head with the tip broken off.
His eyes were red and he had sharp teeth sticking from his lip.
It was a pretty scary sight, but she shook it off and pleaded with him.
She wanted claws or something, anything sharp.
Anything to slice her enemies and rip open their hearts.
He stared at her before grinning widely.
He happily agreed and hurried her inside.
He showed her a table and asked her to lay down.
She hastily agreed and did what she was told.
He told her he knew just the way to help her with her quest.
And injected her with a green liquid that put her to rest.
When she woke up later he was standing over her.
He was smiling with delight and told her the good news.
She now had claws and little bear ears, pink for some reason.
Happy, she hugged him and left the home hastily.
Not even minutes later were there bloodstains on her new claws.
But she smiled as she tore through the last of them with her paws.
She loved what she did and she has never regretted it.

Name: Tarp
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2"
Background: ((This one doesn't rhyme 'cause I'm getting lazy))
His real name is not Tarp, his real name is Damien.
He used to be a knight, the best of his class.
He loved to go into battle and loved the blood that fell.
He loved the touch of the steel on his sword.
He just loved it all, but had a soft side.
He had a beautiful wife, whom didn't care about his side.
He even had a son, who was also training to be a knight.
But one day changed his happy life forever.
He was in the woods when a song bird started to sing.
It sung very loudly, irritating him.
So he slashed it with his sword, right in front of a boy.
Who stared at him with anger before he went away.
Damien shrugged it off and decided to head home.
Until he was knocked out by a rock to his skull.
When he woke up he had two blades protruding from his wrists.
And standing across from him was the boy from earlier.
The boy looked at him and grinned an evil grin.
He said "These are the consequences of killing the bird. The magnificent bird that I was watching."
Damien tried to slash at him, but the boy quickly dodged.
He escaped into the woods and out of sight for good.
Damien returned home only to his wife's scream.
But she still stayed with him and tried to help him.
But then one day everything became much worse.
He accidentally chopped off the head of his son.
When his wife threatened to turn him in, he chopped her head off too.
And then he stuffed the bodies in the attic.
Word quickly spread and the town had a meeting.
They all agreed that night would be the night he would die.
They picked up swords and daggers and anything they could.
But he had escaped already into the woods.
He had no where else to go and fainted from exhaustion.
But when he woke up with water to his face, a girl and a boy stood over him.
They said that they had brought him to their home in the woods.
And then they said that he was welcome to stay.
He agreed and that became his new home.

((Rushed at the end of the last one 'cause I'm tired. >I))