Poem Night: Reaver (Masks)Reaver's eyes glance over the crowd in front of him, gulping softly. He had never been in front of such a crowd of people before and to be truthful it was unnerving him slightly. But a lot of his allies and Morihime had shown up to listen to him recite this poem. Hell, even Nemesis was here, grinning smugly at the worried Reaver. He frowned, his eye twitching. Perhaps after this, he would punch his annoying brother in the face. But right now, the crowd was waiting. With a sigh, he took a breath, and began to recite, his voice soft and somber.
Every day, my first task
Is to put on a simple mask.
It is a bland mask, wooden and plain
No mouth to disclose my unending pain.
Every day, my next task
Is to decorate the simple mask.
A multitude of smiles and frowns
Or paint it, make it look like a clown
Such a variety of colors
To dazzle and blind
All of this to hide
That I am slowly dying inside.
< Poem Night: Reaver (Masks)
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Reaver: You don't have to tell them this, you know. You could just...I don't know....let them read the story and figure it out on their own?
Crimson-Agony: Hey now. My story, my way of running it. So shut your face or I will put you in a box!
Reaver: Whatever.
Anyway, this is a fan-made story. Bleach and all of it’s ideas belong to Tite Kubo. I only own my OC's, Shinsei/Reaver, Layla, Amerran and Tolurick. Dark---Rose owns Yuudai.
“Talking”
‘Thinking’
“Hollow Talking”
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Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human, Fullbringer
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Dark brown
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Weight: 127 lbs.
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