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M sighed as he sat on the bed at her side, rubbing his neck. He could tell she wanted him to tell her from her thoughts, but he felt very opposed to doing so. He had acted like a child.

“Whatever happened, it’ll be okay,” Alison assured him, settling a gentle hand on his knee.

M sighed softly and shut his eyes. “Hopefully. It’ll make my job much harder. I’ll probably end up firing him.”

Alison frowned a little and moved her hand to cup his cheek. “Maybe you should talk to him about it before then. Sometime when you’re not so tired… And maybe I could be there to help?” she suggested softly. If she was there, maybe things would go a bit more smoothly.

(Eheheheeheheheehehe)

M shook his head immediately. “No. I don’t want you there. Something could happen and you might get hurt.” He curled his legs up in a squished version of criss-cross applesauce, sighing.
“I’ll talk to him, but it won’t go well.”

"Well… If you're sure," Alison sighed. She yawned and scooted back on the bed. "I hope you two can sort things out. I don't want your relationship to be strained."

Name: Aria Snowe
Nickname (if one): Dhiscord
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: Short black hair styled un a curled bob, light brown skin with numbers inked to her skin along her wrists, golden eyes that turn red during times of anger or bloodlust, slight hourglass frame, 5’5”. Lips that are dark wine red and full, her canines are sharp and noticeable. Can very rarely be seen with burns down her cheeks ((Her tears burn her skin when she cries, leaving burns the shape of tear streaks, but they heal after a day or so))
Personality: Very sarcastic and mellow. She doesn’t care about much and it shows in her attitude towards…everyone. She smart and sneaky, always scheme just for kicks. Also, she isn’t very kind. Though she will never admit this to anyone, her mean stature comes from her bitterness towards her family.
Flaws: She’s has a hard time making friends and an even harder time trusting people. Has a habit of acting out of anger.
Perks: Very resourceful and quick witted. She’s strong and extremely relentless.
Background (Optional): She was a mutt, born into a breeding system of a family, people who were hand-picked to make the perfect specimen, or the most deadly. What her parents didn’t know was that she was the latter. So she was thrown to the side, grew up in underground brawls, fighting for cash and a name of her own. But soon, she grew tired of that. She began stealing and kidnapping, hijacking and murdering, becoming a wanted criminal and eventually a high level prisoner. Well, she escaped and her journey brought her to The Motherboard.
Role: Escapee from another dimension
Species/Magic Type: Demon
Physical Magic: Telekinesis
Soul Color: Red (Determination), Dark Purple (intelligence), Black (Evil) in this order))
How Does It Relate to Them (Remember: it doesn’t have to, but it rare that it doesn’t!)?: These aspects make her a successful criminal but also a resilient warrior.
Other:

Handcuffs and chains. Made of Ra’Manian metal. Not easy to break and resistant to rust. They had really gone all out on her this time, Dhiscord thought with a pleased smile.
Clank, Clank, CLANK! The chains when as she bashed rock after rock against the links until one final gave way. Her hands now separated, she could do a lot more damage, but she wasn’t entire free yet. With these chains hanging from her wrists others would immediately know she didn’t belong. She wondered if a warning had been sent before her, or had Ra’Maa decided to let her become the problem of another dimension. Honestly, Dhiscord couldn’t care less. She let the rock fall and she stood. The Motherboard… A dimension under kind rule, one that kept to itself. She couldn’t wit to get acquainted.

Fluffing out his greasy hair after a meeting with his fellow Gods, he stepped down a flight of steps to a series of portals. Of course, the other Gods lived up in the bright skies, with their fancy office complex and spacious rooms and kitchens. While Insanity was left to dwell in a laboratory area not so far off from the Palace. Insanity stuck his hands in his faded gray lab coat, then lept through a portal that took him to a quiet area near the back of the boardwalk’s resturants. He started walking, weaving his way happily through the people of Isla, ignoring the stares at his deep purple hair and eyes. He was not quite as tall as Graci or Neo, so he didn’t get nearly as many stares as they would.