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So Glad for the Madness

So Glad for the Madness

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Murder is in your blood. Death is on your breath. You are a Balazar, a cold blooded criminal. Family is everything, and to betray them means certain death.

897 readers have visited So Glad for the Madness since -NecroPHILE? created it.

Introduction

The Story


If one were to look up the heritage of the name β€˜Balazar’, gruesome details would likely follow. Not a single good thing could be said about this family- for example, there was the famous Greggory Aaron Balazar, who seemed to have a tendency to black out with no recollection of what happened during the 30’s. Normally, it wasn’t hard to find out with the bodies that were found mutilated in whatever little village he decided to stalk. His attraction towards tearing apart young children quickly evolved the story of the β€˜wolf man’.

If one were to look into more recent history of Balazar activity, Jordan Hayden Balazar would be of top priority. Jordan had run the biggest β€˜snuff’ (more widely known as β€˜NecroPorn’) film industry known to internet kind. He successfully ran this internet business with the help of siblings, children, nieces and nephews for almost 50 years before the police finally tracked him and his family down. It was the California state police best bust- a mass grow up of marajuanna was found in the basement, along with a large stash of other drugs. Illegal explosives and stolen goods were discovered everywhere. The cop’s best find, though, was the torture chamber in the cellar of the house which had bodies cast aside in piles, hanging off of chains, stuck, dead and alive, in strange torture contraptions (which also were found all over the house), and a nicely kept computer and camera set up in the corner for capturing it all. Thousands of gruesome and highly disturbing videos were stored up in the computer. Further investigation found a mass grave of decomposing bodies behind the house, along with a smoke shed smoking human meat.

The bust wasn’t a perfect one, though, the raid having killed four Balazars- Jordan himself, His sister, Daneille, his oldest son, Lucas, and his own father Hugo. The other six the police arrested, or so they thought. That day, Cyrus James Balazar, Jordan’s son of 17, had decided to take the younger occupants of the house on what they called an β€˜adventure’ in the surrounding forest of the old farm house. More so, he was forced to as being the youngest of Jordan’s three sons- well, let’s just say despite his rising skill in his father’s trade of death, he never got the fun jobs. After hearing the police sirens and the gun fight that resumed, he was quick to usher away his little sister Kerrie, his twin cousins Asher, and Rosemary, and his youngest cousin Venice. They successfully escaped and Cyrus quickly found work in the nearest city under a new identity, giving his cousins and sister a small run down hotel room to live in. It wasn’t long for the young ones to be taken away by social services and put into foster care.

Cyrus was determined to fight for his family back, and so he trained as hard as he could. Soon, he found himself a job doing what he did best- he became the best local hit man for the gangs of the crime-run city of LA. Once he found himself with enough money to support everyone, he tracked down his sister and cousins, and took out every single foster parent. The reunited family found themselves an old orchard farmhouse just outside of LA, where they rebuilt their home.

Cyrus knew it was his job to rebuild the life of his father. Hell, he found it his job to outdo his father. It wasn’t long before he started building up a family of his own.


Setting/Mini Plot Idea

This will be set fifteen years after Cyrus and the rest moved into the new place. Any of the original escapees could have lovers and/or kids if someone chooses to play them. The farmhouse is about a twenty minute drive out of LA, sifted away to the farthest unnoticed corner. I want this to be in a modern setting.

I was thinking maybe Cyrus could have a teenage daughter who has a little β€˜thing’ with a neighbouring farm boy, who comes from a strong Christian family, and the boy could start getting suspicious of things? Plus, flare Cyrus’s overprotective nerves....and it’s never good to mess with a Balazar’s temper.

I don’t have any other little plot ideas, but will probably think of some/brainstorm some with role players who chose to play in this. I simply am putting up this role play because I have an idea for a movie script (I’ll be heading off to film school this summer for directing and need a script) along these sort of lines but I need some inspiration to get started on writing it. I thought maybe a role play based on the criminal activity and everyday events of these people could get me out of my writer’s block and possibly give me some more ideas.

[EDIT: So I posted this up a while ago. Film school was postponed to this year and I would like to try this again. =D]
CHARACTERS

NOTE: THE CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS ARE JUST MY ORIGINAL IDEAS. THEY CAN BE CHANGED. I kept the age ranges fairly open, so please stay within them

Mains:
Cyrus: Played by –NecroPHILE?
Kerrie: Played by SweetAngelJocelyn
Asher: [Age 25-30 (same age as Rosemary); The pervert of the house, and a consumer of many a mind-altering substances. Perversions do not stop at family, or even dead bodies. (thinking of probably playing him myself. going to be picky about any character submissions for him) ]
Rosemary: [Age 25-30 (same age as Asher); Very much like her brother, but with a clearer head on her shoulders as she does not partake in chemical consumption to the point that he does. Determined, and extremely protective of her usually dumbfounded brother ]
Venice: [Age 15-22; Much more empathetic than the rest of the family. Befriends many animals that escape from surrounding farms or come from the forest. Generally very quiet. Close with Kerrie.]

Others:
Cyrus's Children: Heaven Leigh (SweetAngelJocelyn)
Cyrus's Lover/Wife: Sydney Lynn (S!N)
Asher's Children: Open
Asher's Lover/Wife: Cheyenne (SweetAngelJocelyn)
Rosemary's Children: Open
Rosemarys Lover/Husband: Open
Kerrie's Children: Open
Kerrie's Lover: Open

Neighbouring Boy?: Micheal Seram (RON!N)
Other Neighbours?: Open

β€’CHARACTER SKELETON

Name: Nicknames too, if your character has any
Age: not even going to describe this
Relation To Cyrus: Son, lover, brother in law, second cousin etc.
Appearance: I prefer descriptions, but, pictures are fine as well, but, they must be REALISTIC.
Normal Duties/Job: Any Balazar over 17 has to be somehow making/helping making money for the family. Whether this be robbing banks, making torture contraptions, selling/growing/cooking drugs, prostitution, making black market explosives...or anything illegal really. There can be multiple, but if you’re doing the same crime as someone else, you’re working together.
History: Breif or long, doesn’t matter. Just give me a sample of your writing/your character’s personality within this.
Random Facts: Anything we should know, since, you know, we’re all a family! : ]

Toggle Rules

- I prefer quality over quantity. This doesn't mean I accept one liners, though. If the post requires the detail, then give me a couple paragraphs, if it needs to be shorter due to interaction with characters ATLEAST give me a 5 sentence paragraph.

- Swearing is fine, aslong as it's in IC, or good-natured in the OOC.

- I love gore and violence. Give me your best.

- Romance is fine (even incestual, in the original script idea Rosemary and Asher are 'siblings with benefits') but, no graphic sex please. If you must, keep it to PM.

- Characters can be killed off with my permission, so be careful role players.

- No god moding, mary/gary sues blah blah blah

- Post atleast once every second day, preferably even more than that as a role play must be generally fast paced to keep my attention. If you're going to be gone for some time, put your character somewhere so it won't stop others from role playing, and let us all know when you will be back on OOC.

- Please be nice in the OOC, I'll try my hardest to do the same.

Taking place in...

The Balazar household our primary setting

An old orchard that has long since produced enough fruit to make a living. The house itself is very large, old and needing many repairs. The basement is Cyrus's torture dungeon and always locked (Cyrus has the only key). There is alot of land to this orchard, so they get a good amount of privacy though there are a few neighbouring farms. The closest farm is 5km away.

The Balazar household

The Balazar household by -NecroPHILE?

An old orchard that has long since produced enough fruit to make a living. The house itself is very large, old and needing many repairs. The basement is Cyrus's torture dungeon and always locked (Cyrus has the only key). There is alot of land to this orchard, so they get a good amount of privacy though there are a few neighbouring farms. The closest farm is 5km away.

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If one were to take the highway going southeast from Los Angeles California, and went about 40 miles down this road, they would come upon an intersection. Take the left turn, and you’d be surrounded with nothing but simple little farming communities. If you continued down this road for about 15 miles, a good eye would spot a right turn, down a barely visible dirt road, shaded by tall trees. When coming upon the gate halfway down this dirt road, one would expect the normal California orchard, as rows and rows of trees dominated the property, though on closer examination one would find that very few bared eatable fruit.

The gate is old and rusty, and a rotting pig head glares at you from it's perch impaled on one of the fence posts. Flies surround the cadavar, watching their young ones devour the flesh. A sign is tacked underneath it warning tresspassers away with threat of guns. Most who pass through this gate face a fate far worse than bullets. Inside this old farm house lived the famous criminal family, the Balazars. Famous not only for their crimes, but, for their mentally instability, this family is feared throughout the country. Fortunately for them, not even the neighbouring farms of this torture chamber knew who lived there, as, by the house leader’s orders, they remained detached from such socializing.

If one were to be brave enough to step down the lawn on this brisk, autumn morning, they would spot a small man- both in width and height, seated cross legged in the grass. An old, but well kept sword was pushed into the ground in front of him, wavering just the slightest at any vibration in the ground, warning him of any approaching intruders. His eyes were peacefully shut, and his hands gently rested on his knees and by his calm breathing pattern, one could tell he was meditating. The only sign of movement on him was the rising and falling of his chest, and the flickering of his chin-length dirty blonde hair in the breeze.

This man went by the name of Cyrus Jordan Balazar, and he was the self-appointed leader of the eight occupants in the house behind him. Although he was small, and often underestimated, he had definitely earned himself the title. He had intense skill with the three knives that could be seen on his person- one on each hip, and one strapped to the calf overtop his beige combat pants. Each knife was obsessively sharpened and slathered from the toxins extracted from his pet serpent's fangs.

Inside the rickety house, a body was stirring from a troubled sleep. A groan sounded throughout the small bedroom that Asher shared with his wife. He did quite a bit of tossing about under the covors before he finally decided to sit up- he didn't feel good due to his intense binge the night before. He was worried for his missing sister, and often turned to mind altering substances in a stressful situation he had no control over. Cyrus was not allowing him into the city to seek out his twin, due to his uncontrolled habit of thievery occasionally getting him in close calls with the law. Rosemary had saved him every time. She had been missing for three days now, and Asher was now acting like a lost puppy dog.

After stretching his long, tattooed limbs he snatched the pack of cigarettes off his bedside table and lit one up with a lighter also placed in the pack. Only after a few long puffs did he actually open his eyes for longer than a split second. He used his free hand to rub them tiredly, then glanced about through a dark saphire gaze flecked with only the slightest bit of emerald. He then ran a hand over the little black stubble on the top of his head that always showed only a couple days after a shave. Finally, he took a glance over his shoulder, peering about the bed for Cheyenne, his loving wife. He didn't even remember if she had gone to bed with him the night before. Hell, he barely remember any of the day before.

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Given the early hour, most would be surprised that there was anything going on in the bedroom at the top of the house. In a room, next to, but still separate from, the attic, there was a young woman brushing her flowing blonde hair as she looked in the mirror. She was sitting at the vanity table that she had specially made, gazing at her attractive feature. There was plenty going through her head, as she considered her day. Would they need to do something? Was her father going to ask her to take care of anyone? Or would she have a day to herself? That would be nice.

After setting her brush down, the girl quickly moisturized her face and started to put on her make-up, believing that no day really started if you didn't look good. It was a slow process, one that she zoned out for the most part. She'd been doing her make-up since she was twelve, though not at the level she was at now.

Finally, the girl was set. She knew that she wouldn't be the first one up, her father woke up at an hour that she hardly believed existed. And her aunt was always the second one up, making breakfast for everyone in the house. Kerrie always made the best food. So, thinking of the food, Heaven Leigh Balazar hurried from her room, taking the stairs quickly with her flat sandals. She stopped in the living room to look in on her father's snakes, offering them a quick 'hello', before going into the kitchen.

Kerrie was dressed quite like Heaven, in a pair of tight blue jeans and a nice t-shirt, her curly blond hair tied loosely with a ribbon. She was bent over the counter, chopping vegetables for their breakfast. She waved her knife to tell the teenager to start cutting with her, and the girl went right to it.

Cheyenne had gotten used to sleeping through Asher's fits. She could really sleep through anything. That wasn't to say that she didn't know her husband was having a bad night, but she was used to the man going on his benders and doing just about anything in their bed. So, while he started to light his cigarette, the woman could only groan and try to get comfortable. When he finally settled down, the woman pushed herself over slightly and laid her head on his chest.

She liked to cuddle with the man when she had the chance. He wasn't the most cuddly of men, so the mornings and the late nights were when she could lay herself with him and cuddle close to him. The naked woman pressed herself to the man, her eyes still closed as she fought between sleep and being awake.

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The youngest member of the Balazar family had always had trouble sleeping, she couldn't remember when she had last slept through the entire night. Jezebel Rhiannon Balazar had been awake for a few hours now and was sitting at the kitchen table, just finishing writing a few lines in her notebook. She always had time set aside each morning for schoolwork, weekend or weekday, usually before she helped her cousin Kerrie with breakfast. She listened to the constant chopping as she wrote.

She finished writing the words in her careful writing just as she heard Heaven come into the room, the rhythmic chopping halted for a moment before it started back up. The small child quickly packed her book into her school bag. " Good mornin' Heaven," The child's voice said cheerfully as she walked into the kitchen, " What can I do to help? I finished my schoolwork again."

Jezebel had her usual sweet smile in place, her grey-blue eyes twinkliing cheerfully , as she addressed each of her cousins.

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No matter how much sunlight was outside, it always never seemed to be bright inside of Sydney Balazar's bedroom. She awoke to an empty bed, but that was common; she'd always woke up to only herself. Underneath her, the mattrass seemed to pinch ber back, and it was starting to become annoying. She had slept on this mattrass ever since she had moved into that house, and it was finally becoming a burden. Sighing, she arose herself from where she lay. She took one of her free hands and slowly massaged the small aches that formed in the back of her neck. Being heavily pregnant, it was a struggle for her to do anything normal. Of course, then again, her pregnancy hadn't been planned either.

Sydney swung her swollen feet off of the edge on the bed. Slowly, she stood from the bed and made her way to the bathroom connected to the bedroom. It was the only bedroom in the house with a bathroom, and Sydney made sure she was the one to take it. On normal days, her morning routine consisted of getting dressed, fixing breakfast, and making money. However, ever since she discovered that she was pregnant, the only thing she could really do was to get dressed without trying to make it a hassle, but now since she was, everyday was a hassle. Sydney never did complain about it, though. Not even when she was in so much pain, she'd do anything just to make it stop. Nope, that wasn't like her at all.

After she had finished getting herself ready in a black shirt and black pants, she exited the bathroom and walked back into her bedroom. From the window, she could slightly see her husband, Cyrus, sitting motionless on the ground in front of the house. She sighed, wondering exactly what was going on in his mind whenever he meditated like that. Sydney had never been around that kind of stuff before, but being married to a man like Cyrus, it was to be expected. After staring at him for a few short seconds, she made her way down the staircase. Almost all mornings, she would acknowledge her family members, but on this particular morning, she left them alone. Sydney didn't step on foot inside the kitchen. Instead, she walked to the front door of the house, pulling it open, and finally stepping outside.

There was not a cloud in the sky. Sydney could see the blue color perfectly clear. She liked days like this; it always helped her relax from the constant chaos. The madness thant went on inside of the farm house almost always drove her insane.

Why did it have to be this fucking hot?

The sun beamed down onto the poor woman and wearing nothing but all black didn't help her quite well. She shrugged it off, walking away from the house. She decided that on this morning, she would tend to some nature buisness. It'd been a while since she'd actually done anything to their yard, why not give it a good cut and watering? It would obviously let her take a break from the hethens inside of the house. But as she made her way to the shed, she felt her stomach rumbling. Indeed she was starving, but she'd eat when the kitchen was left alone. As for now, though, she was left to water the flowers.

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Releasing a quiet sigh at the discovery of his wife, Asher leaned back on his pillow. He continued to puff on the smoke, his free fingers lacing into Cheyenne's hair. Normally, he'd have pushed her away by now, anxious to get up and check his crops which were getting quite close to a good harvest. This morning, though, he had his mind on other things. He refused to believe his twin might be dead or arrested- though it was a very high possibility. She never left the house for more than a day, atleast not without her brother. The twins had rarely left eachother's sides for more than a couple days thier entire life. Today, he was seeking the comfort of the woman pressed up against him as he pulled his arm around her nude form.

He had no intention on speaking a word, or budging from his spot. His brain was pounding in his skull, though his thoughts were frantic, causing a headache that was much more harsh. Instead, he made a quiet whimpering noise, tossed his smoke butt into a beer can on his bed side table, and buried his face into Cheyenne's dark hair. It's what he'd do to his mother so long ago when something upset or scared him- then, when she was gone, he hid amongst Rosemary's ebon locks. Now he turned to his wife- not once in thier entire marraige did he so blatantly show her such a weak side to him.

Despite all the movement inside, Cyrus hadn't even budged outside. He listened to Sydney enter his outdoor world. The sound of the sword vibrating was an almost eerie noise. Without opening his eyes, he moved suddenly. He pulled his legs out from thier knot together and stretched them as far as they could go from eachother, then eased himself into an almost perfert center split. Stretching was a very important part of Cyrus's morning routine.

Every morning, Cyrus would be awoken by the rising sun. Immediately, he was outside. First, he fed his small commnunity of ten pigs with the 'slop' that had been left out for them to smell and anticipate overnight. Then, a run around the entire property, which even at his top speed took him atleast a half hour. After that, some target practice with his knives and a tid bit of martial arts. Then, atleast an hour worth of meditation before finally stretching out for another small amount of training before finally going inside for breakfast. With a job like his, Cyrus had to keep in good shape. He also constantly preached the fact that 'practice makes perfect'.

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Heaven smiled down at Jezebel, her cousin. She'd always liked thinking that Jezebel was her little sister, and had even gone through a phase five years back, before Cheyenne came around, when she used to try being the girl's mother. It had driven everyone in the house crazy, not excluding the little girl. Reaching her free hand out, the teen fixed her cousin's slightly tousled hair. "Morning, Jezzy." She said, handing out a couple stocks of celery and a knife. "Use the pull out cutting board, 'kay?" She said, winking at the girl.

"Morning, Jez." Kerrie said as she continued to chop the vegetables. The woman made a feast nearly every day. Omelets were her specialty, and she knew that everyone liked them. But she wasn't stopping with the eggs. She had bread in the oven, and nudged Heaven toward a sack of potatoes. "Three should be good." She said, giving a stern look to the girl. Heaven nodded and quickly went about shredding the spuds.

"I wonder where my mom is." Heaven said aloud. "I was hoping to get a few minutes to talk to her before I left. I'm thinking about going on a little walk this morning, it's such a nice day." The teen said. "If you want to come with, get out of the house too, you can." She said, directing her attention to the youngest of the house. She looked out the window, hoping to see where her father was in his morning rituals. It would be horrible for her not to get the most important part of her day, a hug from her daddy.

Cheyenne was surprised when her husband pulled her to him to actually hold her close. She had hoped for a little fun, if nothing else. But, he seemed to still be that shell of himself. The whimper nearly tore through her. And, momentarily, she was annoyed. It was all about damned Rosemary. She was sure that if she went missing the man would have her side of the bed filled with someone every night, alive or dead, it didn't really matter. And more likely than not, it would be Rosemary. She loved her husband, so in turn cared about her sister-in-law. But, she didn't like knowing that she wasn't the top in his life, her jealousy always overrode just about any kind of love she had for the woman.

Her arms moved around Asher as she hugged him, coming fully awake quickly. Her hands moved slowly over the man's back as he pressed his face into her hair, making her wonder just how much he was actually hurting. "She's probably working hard on some target." She offered softly, not really sure what to say. "Any time now she can just walk right in the door, not a single worry on her face." Her selfish, conceited face.

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" Hey!" Jezebel giggled, her smile directed at Heaven. " Not very nice," She said lightly as she brushed her long dark brown curls with her fingers, her blue eyes seeming to smile and show her adoration of the older girl. But the youngest obediently accepted the celery and knife, taking the small cutting board over to the table with her. " Alright," She said with a sigh, pretending to dislike the chore. In actuality, Jezebel enjoyed helping her family cook in any way she could. She loved being of use to them all. She quickly set to work, chopping the celery just the way she had been taught.

" Mornin' Kerrie!" The small child exclaimed, she paused in her cutting as she looked up at her with a grin. But her eyes quickly flew back to the celery as she began her chopping again, her expression becoming very serious and focused for a ten year old girl. Her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrated on not cutting her fingers by accident.. Again.

She made quick work of the celery, all finished in only a few minutes, exactly the way she knew Kerrie liked them to be. She picked up the cutting baord and brought the celery pieces over to the counter. " Where would you like me to put the celery?" She asked Kerrie as Heaven's words sank in. Her eyes widened as she looked over to Heaven, " Really? I can come?" She asked hopefully. In her eyes, spending time with Heaven was like she was floating on air. She admired her older cousin greatly and wanted to be just like her when she was her age. Beautiful, smart, and just as kind and caring.

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By now, Sydney had managed to get into the shed, stealing two water buckets and filling them up all the way with ice cold water. The rays of the sun were scorching her, but there was work that needed to be done, and she was determined to get them done before the early afternoon. She carried the two buckets over to the flowerbed and gently sat them down next to her feet. On the other side of the flowerbed, sat a rusy, worn-out water spout. She carefully took one of the buckets and poured it into the water spout. From there, she sat the now half-empty bucket back down on the ground, watering each and every flower to the roots so that they would continue to keep growing.

From the very day Sydney had married Cyrus, that flowerbed had always made a large impact on her life. She would go to it to have some relaxing time, away from all the madness and destruction that went on in the house. If she or any of the members got into a bitter argument or just a bad fight, she would run to that same place to just simply think. She had planted her first rose there, a white one, but it had died not long after her step-daughter, Heaven, had been born. Every flower planted in that garden was beautiful, anyone would have to admit. Yet again, one wouldn't show much interest in just a few lines full of flowers, but they were something that Sydney held very close to her.

Sydney managed to get the first bucket empty by the time her stomach kept growling from hunger. She groaned, but she knew she couldn't skip a meal. That wouldn't have been the first time either. Sometimes, so much work had to be done, she would go without food for at least two to three days. Now that she was pregnant, she had to change all of that. It was hard in the beginning - Sydney was a workaholic. Everyting had to be done and organized around her, whether the family members liked it or not. That was just how she was.

For now though, Sydney left the flowerbed at its peace. She made her way to the front of the house, staring at her husband's unusual morning rituals. She watched him for a few moments, gazing at the different types of stunts he'd pull. She always admired his day-by-day acts, and she couldn't get enough of it. Chuckling, she walked back into the house and into the kitchen. She sat down at the table, getting a whiff of Kerrie's delicious cooking.

"Morning, family," Sydney addressed. "Let's hurry up and get this food on the table, I'm starving."

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"Then you will discern righteousness and justice and equity and every good course. For wisdom will enter your heart, and knowledge will be pleasant to your soul...to deliver you from the way of evil...from those who leave the paths of uprightness, to walk in the ways of darkness."

Michael Seram reads the words aloud to himself, his finger tracing the letters in the book of Proverbs. He smiles warmly when he's finished, his youthful face brightening in the early hours of the morning. He's sited upon a small stump in an acre of trees not far from the Balazar house.

Closing his Bible in his lap, Michael takes a contented breath of the crisp air. He knew he ought to be getting home soon, now was about the time his mom would get up and start making breakfast.

Just a few more minutes… Michael argues with himself, I didn’t get up at sunrise and hike out here for an hour just to turn back now. He thumbs at his white T-Shirt, loosely draped over his athletic physique. His brown eyes glimmer reflectively, staring out into the shards of morning sunlight beaming through the trees. It was as if everything was turned to gleaming gold.

Gold is such a beautiful color, he says to himself smiling. A soft wind rolls in gently, tossing about the amber leaves and playfully tousling Michael’s long hair, kissing his bare neck softly. He’d stay there for the rest of the morning, peacefully listening to the cooing whispers of the wind through the trees.

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Upstairs, Asher didn't seem all too pleased with Cheyenne's words. It was not what she said, but, the fact that she said anything at all. He wanted silence as he mourned sister, not to be stuffed full off false hope. He didn't pull away though, merely clung on, mumbling an irritated, "Shut the fuck up."

Subcautiously, Asher could feel his arms squeeze about Cheyenne. Not even he knew if it was comfort for him, or a threat for his wife. After a moment, he released her and pulled away, slowly sitting up as he did. His eyes ran about the bedside table frantically, and his hands even reached to yank open the drawer. When he spotted a small jar full of a green bud his eyes seemed to light up.

Continueing his strenuous routine, Cyrus fell into a series of strange and almost impossible looking stretches. Eventually, he was on his feet, eyes still peacefully shut and arms stretching eachother accross his chest and behind his back. Finally, that intense icy blue gaze snapped open, just as he shook out his arms and rested his hand on the handle of the sword. He first spread his fingers in a stretch of thier own then took a firm grip on his weapon. It barely made a sound as he pulled it from the earth, immediately swinging it about him with incredible speed. A blur of movements and the 'swish' of the sword cutting through the wind; it seemed almost like a split second and four rotten looking apples dropped to the grass, sliced cleanly by the stem. Another quick moment and one of the fruits was sliced in half.

Cyrus stopped for a moment, watching a green worm flee from the apple and into the safety and camouflaugh of the grass. Before he could get far, it too had been cut in two. A tiny smile of amusement slipped apon his thin features. A Balazar never let anyone escape thier deadly grasp, not even a measely worm.

Sighing, he sheathed the blade on his hip and turned towards the house. His footsteps were silent through the grass, then on the porch. The door was barely heard as it swung open. Before even thinking about going into the kitchen, Cyrus turned the opposite direction into the living room. In the large space there were five relatively large terrariums. Each enclosure held a snake, all with fataly toxic bites. He grinned, passing by each of these cages, lithe fingers dragging gently against the glass he passed. First Belle, a black mamba and the largest of his snakes, then Cynthia, a yellow-jawed tommygoff, after that, May, a stocky brown phillipine cobra, Nancy, an angry lookng russel's viper, and finally, Cyrus's favourite, Lila, a dangerous and moody inland taipin.

"Good morning beautifuls..." He murmured softly.

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Cheyenne nearly snapped when her husband told her to shut up. Her eyes narrowed and she frowned, her arms not changing in how she held onto him. But, she was getting pretty pissed off. When he pulled away was when the woman finally snapped. Pushing herself up, fully awake, the woman reached for a robe. She nearly jumped out of bed, vibrating with her anger.

"Oh, get over it, Asher." The woman nearly screamed, tying the belt of her robe. "She's your sister. SISTER!" She screamed, her face going pale with anger. "Maybe I should just disappear for a few days. Not like you'd fucking miss me!" She growled in frustration and clenched her hands into a fist. "I am your wife, you aren't supposed to turn from me for your damned sister. I've put up with this kind of stuff long enough. Do you realize how man men out there would kill to be with me? And you, you bastard, only are with me because I'm here, when your damned sister isn't."

With her frustration let out, Cheyenne spun around and started to walk out of the room, her steps heavy with her anger.

"Oh, not again." Kerrie said with a sigh, hearing the faint sounds of Cheyenne screaming. She couldn't make out everything that was said, but she wouldn't be surprised if Asher had hit the woman. She turned to give Sydney a quick nod, and moved on to her eggs. "You can put them by the other vegetables, Jez." The woman said, laying the eggs on the skillet. "Potatoes, Heaven." The woman demanded.

Heaven brought the large bowl of shredded potatoes to her aunt and turned to her step-mother. She smiled brightly and hurried to the woman, wrapping her arms tightly around her shoulders. "Good morning, Momma." She said sweetly. She lowered her head and patted the woman's stomach. "Mornin' baby." She said to her little sibling.

She was so excited to play with the new baby, and had taken to trying to care for her step-mother as much as possible. "Were you doing heavy lifting again?" She asked, all too knowingly. The woman wouldn't stop. "You aren't supposed to lift anything heavy, Momma." She said none-too-softly. "You should let us spoil you. I should hope that you guys will do the same for me, when it's my turn." She said, smiling sweetly to her mother. She straightened up and started to get all that would be needed from the refrigerator.

"Leave her be." Kerrie scolded as Cheyenne stormed into the room.

"Morning, ladies." Cheyenne greeted, looking around. "Breakfast almost done? I've got to get out a little early today, to meet up with someone." She said to no one in particular.

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Sydney rolled her dark eyes at the sound of Asher and Cheyenne's spat. It didn't surprise at all; they were just too predictable. With Asher's temper and Cheyenne's right-back-at-you-attitude, it was a no brainer that one of them would end up either being screamed at or sometimes, even seriously injured. However, her stomach's constant growling tuned the angry couple out, and Kerrie's cooking was the only thing that was on her mind as of now. Whenever she saw Heaven, she immediately arose from the chair and gently hugged the girl right back. "Morning, dear," she said to her. "Well, a good morning to you, too, Jezebel! You girls look beautiful today, but as always, of course."

Sydney smiled lightly as her stomach was being admired. She put her own hands on the base of her stomach and chuckled. It was no doubt Heaven excited over this baby, but she was probably the only one besides Sydney. When she announced of her pregnancy, there wasn't much of a reaction, but then again, she didn't really want one. The only thing she got from the family was that another Balazar was being brought into the house, and that was all she needed. She had secretly felt envious of the woman who gave her husband a child. Sydney loved Heaven as if she were her own, but she actually wanted one of her own, and the timing was just perfect.

Sydney listened to Heaven dog her for working outside. "Heaven," Sydney said to her, "things have to be done around the house, and if I'm being spoiled, they won't get done." She paused, staring at the girl and saying in a deep, low voice, kind of like a whisper. "...and you know what happens if your father finds out that the housework hasn't been completed."

The very sound of Cheyenne's voice sent a little agitation to Sydney's nerves. Out of everyone in the house, she was her least favorite person. She'd never actually gotten along with the woman, despite being in a heart-filled family. However, Sydney thought she would humor Cheyenne. "Where you heading off to, Cheyenne?" Her eyes pierced through Cheyenne's eyes, awaiting a response.

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Jezebel nodded to her cousin, humming cheerfully as she placed the chopped up celery with the other vegetables that were also chopped into pieces. " Good morning, Sydney!" The child sang as she raced over to hug the woman gently, for extra measure she patted her stomach. " Hello Baby." She said calmly, a twinkle in her bright eyes. After a moment, she let go and saw Cheyenne walk into the room.

" Mama!" The young girl cried as she ran to embrace the woman, grinning up at her. She thought very highly of this woman, like she was her biological mother. She sincerely wished she had been Cheyenne's daughter instead of her own mothers. Her eyes became confused for a moment, " Where are you going?"

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With a snort, Asher didn't even look to his wife as she scolded him. Instead, he was focused on getting his jar open which contained his precious intoxicants. His lip twitched in frusteration as he found himself unsuccessful due to his constantly shaking hands. Just before Cheyenne left the room, he finally glanced over his shoulder with a narrowed, irritated gaze.

"Oh, fuck off." Was all he retorted with. Asher was never a man of much words in the mornings- not atleast until he was under the influence of some chemical or plant.

Shaking his head as she stormed off, he mumbled a venom-laced "Fuckin' bitch..." before turning his attention to the many other contents of his drawerer. If cannabis was going to be an issue this morning, he'd turn to other things. Like that little bag of pink pills he found under an old photo album of his. He began to search his cloudy mind for the identity of the drugs- he made so many pills he often forgot which was which. After a moment, he shrugged, grabbed two out of the bag and popped them in his mouth. After that, he stood up, taking a long minute to stretch before digging through his piles of clothing for something to wear that wasn't covored in blood or other bodily fluids.

He settled for a plain black t-shirt and some tattered jeans, far from clean. Not like Asher really cared much, his mind was already spinning into a state of ectasy. He grabbed his pack of cigarettes and lit up another one. He lowered himself to a seat on his bed- he'd take a moment to himself before he faced his family, as he liked to do almost every morning.

Cyrus entered the kitchen with a rare smile on his features. It was odd to see the man in such a good mood- lately, though, it seemed it was almost hard to anger him. The announcement of Sydney's pregnancy had put him in high spirits.

"Morning, ladies." He said as he entered, piercing gaze landing almost immediately on his wife, his smile spreading just the slightest. He then looked to his sister as he brought himself to a chair beside Sydney, "Smells delicous as always, Cherry."

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Heaven rolled her eyes. "And why do you think I wouldn't do my share, Mama?" She asked, shaking her head. She leaned over once more when she walked back through the kitchen to the woman and kissed the top of her head. "And I'd do your share too, if you'd let me." She lectured. The woman had raised her, and done everything to make sure that she had a good life. The least she could do was see to it that her little brother or sister had the same kind of start.

She looked at Cheyenne and smirked. She actually liked the woman, but when she was made at Asher, things got sticky. The teen made her way back to help her aunt get the food on plates and start putting them in front of people.

"Daddy!" She said, brightly, when her father came in. As usual, the girl made quick work of crossing the room to hug the man, and give him a soft kiss on the cheek. "Morning Daddy." She said in a more subdued voice. "I'll get you your plate." She promised, before hurrying to do just that.

Kerry smiled at her brother. "Only the best for this house." It was starting to sound like it would be a quiet day. All that they needed was Asher to join them to really find out.

Cheyenne was leaning a hip on the counter while watching the others. She opened an arm to bring the ten year old to her side, giving her an affectionate squeeze and pat on the back. She wasn't in the mood for kind words, but for her daughter, she would lavish all the love she could muster.

With a quick grab of a pack of cigarettes she kept in her robe, the woman lit up and looked at the pregnant woman, her eyes narrowing. She liked Sydney more than Rosemary, but not much more. Too fucking goody-two-shoes for her. Purposefully blowing out a cloud of smoke, the woman smirked. "Some of us actually have to work around here, Sydney." She said in a slow voice. "You know, go out into that scary world." Her eyes went wide for a minute to dramatize her point. For her daughter's benefit, the woman added "I'm going out to meet my most recent 'Sugar Daddy'." She explained.

Everyone knew that Cheyenne had taken up on a site for sugar daddies, and it not only brought them clothes and money, but also more than a few victims when they were needed, or just annoying. "I figured I'd quit this one's whining and give him a little something, get enough money to by that new Cannon camera I've had my eyes on." Her eyes were on Kerry then, purposefully ignoring the doorway, in case Asher came in. "You know, to forget about my own troubles with..." She rolled her eyes dramatically and grinned.

"Anyway, after that and a little shopping, I headed to the club for a couple shifts." The woman shrugged. "That. Is where I'm going."

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Sydney slightly smiled as Heaven kissed her head. She had every reason to love the girl as much as she did. It was clear that Heaven was becoming a loving, young woman, and she was thankful for her step-daughter to have been so perfect. She thought she'd done a tremendously good job in raising the girl, and Heaven's actions only proved her right. "You know how I am, Heaven," she said to her. "Your mama is just work-striven."

However, Cheyenne's comment instantly boiled Sydney's blood. She rolled her eyes again, looking away from the woman. If Jezebel hadn't been present, Sydney wouldn't have hesitated to give Cheyenne a piece of her mind. She'd done it many times before, and she was absolutely not afraid to do it again. She looked back at the woman, burning her eyes into her face. She saw the cigarette smoke fluster the air. Grimacing, she sighed. "If you don't mind, I would prefer you smoke outside. I won't have my unborn child breathing in contaminated air just for your satisfaction."

With that, Sydney left the situation alone. She had to, for she saw Cyrus enter the room, and she didn't want to get into a spat in front of her husband. Her eyes lit up when she saw him. To her, Cyrus was the most handsome man on the face of the planet. Her love for her husband burned after all of thpse years being together. They'd been through much in their relationship, she was incredibly lucky enough to have such a man like him. "Morning, dear," she said to him, giving a small kiss on his head. Just as she said that, a powerful kick was felt from inside of her. "Not too much longer, now."

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" Mornin' Cyrus!" The child sang cheerfully from standing with Cheyenne. She always tried to stay as happy as she could to try to raise everyone else's spirits. Her mother and Sydney were the main one's since they didn't like each other much, that much Jezebel could tell.

She waved her hand at her cousin as he entered before looking back up to her mother. " Where's daddy?" She asked quietly, " Is he gonna come down to eat breakfast soon?" She smiled sweetly at Cheyenne before proudly exclaiming for everyone in the room, " I helped again, I chopped some celery! I like that I can help."

Then she let go of her mother, choosing to pretend to be a ballerina for a few moments with her hands over her head and ending with a flourish of her hands. " I do believe breakfast is ready." She said in a mock-British accent. This was how her teacher at school talked and she found it to be a beautiful way of speaking.

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Cyrus pulled his daughter into a tight embrace when she came to hug him. She was his pride and joy, anyone could see, even if her mother had only been some broad that was killed on camera almost directly after Heaven's birth. They didn't tell Heaven that, of course, merely told her that her mother had gotten very sick when Heaven wasn't even a year old. As it was Balazar tradition, they had to shoot the woman to keep the deadly contagious disease from spreading throughout the house. 'We are a proud people,' He explained to Heaven when she asked why they had to kill her, 'If we let the illness spread, it might have killed off the entire family. Now who's going to create a new generation of Balazars if we're all sick or dead?'. He was a good actor, he had to be, and even summoned fake tears to his eyes as he told Heaven of her mother's make belief fate.

"Morning Heaven," He told her softly as she kissed him, before lowering himself into the chair he'd pulled up beside Sydney.

A grin spread accross the kiss, first from the kiss, then from the visible movement in her belly. He placed a fond hand on the bump- his child, created with a woman he truly loved. Anyone in the house could tell her was extremely excited for the baby- so excited that only the day before he'd merely shrugged at the mess left by Asher and Jezebel in the living room.

When he heard Sydney's words of the coming child, he gazed up at her with adoration in his gaze, "I can't wait," He told her quite simply.

Upstairs, Asher was finishing off his second cigarette of his day. He pushed the butt into the beer can again, then glanced around his room through pupils that were now becoming quite dilated. If his mind wasn't so full of the mist of intoxication, the beginning effects he was experiencing would indicate that he had ingested his new creation. This pill, a kind of ectasy sporting a pink color and a dove stamp, was a mixture of cocaine, ketamine, and just a little bit of MDMA.

Slowly, he lifted himself to a stand, and started towards the door. The bathroom would be his first stop before he would fnally go downstairs to see his family. Not for long though, he knew it was urgent his crops be tended to. Besides, breakfast wasn't really in the question for him today- this particular pill fought off appetite, unless for something sweet and full of sugar.

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Heaven didn't really care that she'd never known her birth mother. She guessed that she was someone that her father had actually deeply cared for, but she didn't delude herself into thinking that he had loved the woman. Sydney, her real mother, was the one woman that he would always love, the one that, romantic Heaven, thought that was made for him. And, Sydney had been the best kind of mother a girl could ask for.

She watched the man turn his affections to her mother, and she got a slightly jealous look on her face. One that she shared with Cheyenne for a brief moment, before the older woman's face turned to a sneer. The two younger women shared a wish, though they wouldn't share it with anyone, not each other, or anyone in the house. Heaven looked outside and sighed to herself. A day outside would do both her and Jezebel good.

As Heaven and Kerrie moved forward to take their usual seats, with their plates in front of them, Cheyenne turned to the sink and ground her cigarette against the white surface, then washed down the ashes. "Whatever." The woman said. She wondered if her husband was still upstairs moping, and considered going up and dragging him down. She hated being cooped up with the family when she was in more of a mood to confront the man and make him snap out of himself, realize what he had in his bed, every night.

"Smells delicious, Ker." Cheyenne said as she made her way into a chair. She actually liked Kerrie, the girl was just on the right side of off, without being overly crazy. And she was smart.

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Rising quietly from his stump, Michael released a satisfied breath. Ok…now he really should start heading back. But how could he, with a morning like this? He turns around slowly, staring longingly into the deeper parts of the woods. Fifteen minutes more of hiking wouldn’t make a difference, would it? Besides, he had never been this deep before, and was quite curious to see what lay beyond this little patch of trees.

Michael continues forward for a few minutes before halting once more in a small clearing. Lying down on the soft grass, he takes another rest. He’s hardly ten minutes walking distance from the Balazar house.

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Sydney smiled at her husband's affection. She couldn't even remember the last time Cyrus was this cheerful. Over nine long months, he had turned from a violent man into a comforting person. It was a side where Sydney hardly ever got to see, and it was flattering that such joy that poured out of him. In the beginning, it was hard getting used to how careful he was. She'd always known him as having a short temper; the caring side of him was indeed an eye-opener. She even remembered the very moment she told him she was pregnant; they had both been having terrible days. They were angry at each other, throwing things at each other, cursing one another. It was when he raised his hand to her in such angry way that she blurted it out. Ever since then, they hadn't fought. Well, not too bad anyway.

When Cyrus placed his hand upon her stomach, the child vigrously moved inside of her. When the food was brought out, the movement only made Sydney's hunger seem to grow. As soon as the plate hit the table, she instantly dug in. She ate everything, and her stomach's constant growling faded away. The restless child then calmed down a little, knowing that its mother was being fed. She was the first one finished with her food. Slowly, she struggled to stand from her chair, collecting her clean plate and placing it gently into the sink. She rinsed the plate from the food scraps, making sure the plate was properly washed. She knew how much of a headache Kerrie must have gotten from washing these dishes; it was only fair to make her job a little bit easier.

By that time, Sydney had completely forgotten about her mini-spat with Cheyenne. It was clear to her that Cheyenne's argument with Asher was giving her a bitter start. Perhaps I should have kept my mouth shut. I can understand her situation, and she is family...

Sydney's mind shortly went blank. It didn't really matter anymore. It was all said and done; nothing could be changed now. She walked back over to Cyrus's seat, placing her hands on the back of the chair. She bent forward, getting close to his ear. "This child could come any second," she whispered, hoping to not disturb the others while they ate. "I'm not feeling well, so I think I'm going to lay in bed for an hour or two."

As much as Sydney hated to be lazy, she really wasn't feeling all that well. Perhaps it was just her raging hormones? Whatever it was, it was beginning to take toll on her role in the family. Most of the time, Sydney would start her day with two to four phone calls, and they would always be wealthy people asking her for a job. She would spend most of the day going out murdering the people that was victimized, but in her own firey way of course. After a long day's work, she would return home and relax if only for a small amount of time. Sydney found herself clutching the chair for balance, hoping nothing too drastic would happen today.

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Jezebel sat next to Heaven, she adored her after all. When she had her plate in front of her, piled with her breakfast, she spoke to her cousin. " So when are we going for a walk, Heaven?" She asked quietly, her blue eyes staring up at the beautiful blonde. She hoped really soon as she wanted the time away from the rest of the family, not that she didn't love them or anything, but it was nice to go for walks with Heaven. It was fun.

She smiled as she thought of the upcoming walk. Being curious as to where they would walk this time, the animals or people they may see (or not see).. Endless possibilities. Jezebel did very much hope that Heaven would break near a tree the young girl could climb, even in her dress she was good at climbing and enjoyed it immensely.

Her gaze turned to focus on the other members of her family that crowded around the table, her lips in a smile at each of them as she once again repeated her earlier words. " Good morning!"

Jezebel's small fingers tapped the table twice before she became still, her expression never changing from showing her contentment.

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Asher's descent of the stairs was a slow one, keen hearing picking up the conversation echoeing about the kitchen. His steps were careful- too many times had he stumbled down these stairs on a particularly hazy morning. When he reached the bottom of the set he glanced about in an almost suspicous manner, as if expecting to be jumped. Indeed, there had been many days which started with an angry Cyrus- normally about a mess left, or a task undone. Today, though, he seemed safe, so he started into the kitchen.

He didn't announce his coming with a 'good morning' like the rest of his family. Instead, he glanced around to see who was up, then immediately started to the fridge. He snatched out a bottle of Kokanee and cracked it open and took a short swig. He then took a moment to examine his family- It was much too peaceful. No arguements, Cyrus wasn't barking out orders for the day...it made him uneasy.

Picking at his food in the most polite manner possible- his mother had been an enforcer of table manners with a heavy hand- Cyrus glanced back at his wife a little fond smile. "Of course," He told her softly when she spoke of going to lay down, "I'll be around the house until after dinner...so if you need me, just shout." Strange words coming from the man's mouth. It was as if he'd completely transformed with the news of the baby. Normally, he'd scold her for being lazy, but now, he was offering to help her be lazy?

This didn't settle right with Asher. Not at all. So, he began inching towards the basement door, hoping not to be noticed. His crops would be comforting. They always were.

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Cheyenne frowned as the man that she was married to walked down and pretty much only looked at the family. She was really almost glaring at him

"We'll go as soon as we are done eating." Heaven promised Jezebel. She smiled at her mother as she pushed her hair back. "I'll take care of the cleaning as soon as Jez and I get back." She promised the woman. "You just relax." She assured her, before looking at her father. "We won't be gone too long, Daddy." She told him sweetly as she ate.

Heaven wasn't very hungry, so she wasn't sitting for long. When she stood, she was quiet as she looked at the ten year old. "I'm going to wait for you out by the gate." She said, patting her head softly.

"Be careful, Heaven Leigh." Kerrie said with a severe look. "I mean it. Don't bring attention to yourselves." She was known to nag at the younger girls, because they were the ones that would bring trouble at their door, she just knew it.

Heaven rolled her eyes and nodded. "Don't worry, Aunt Kerrie." She said as she walked for the door. She left before anyone else could say anything to her, rushing out the door and out to the gate to get at least a few minutes alone.

Cheyenne decided to make her move as Asher hurried to the basement door. She stood up and rushed after him. "Asher." She grumbled as she made her way away from the others. "This one sided relationship is getting to be too much." She warned him. "And when Rose is around it's a damned triangle. Do you really think that I want to come in second to your sister?" She asked, wanting to get the fight out before she went to work.

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" Mornin' daddy," The little girl said quietly as she noticed him, though she became silent as her mother began to speak to him. She turned to Heaven and nodded in excitement, " Okay," she said in a light voice as she quickly finished with her small breakfast. Jezebel quickly followed her older cousin within minutes of Heaven having left the table, running out the door with a loud " See you later! Love you all!" left hanging in the air behind her.

As usual, the ten year old ignored Kerrie's usual warnings of being careful. They were careful, Jezebel and Heaven didn't go out to purposely do anything... She felt a smile come to her small pink lips as she thought this, knowing it was almost a lie. Almost.

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Character Portrait: Cyrus Balazar
Character Portrait: Sydney Lynn Balazar.
Character Portrait: Heaven Leigh Balazar
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Character Portrait: Rosemary Balazar.
Rosemary Balazar.

"...damn it, Asher!"

Character Portrait: Asher Balazar
Asher Balazar

Sanity is just far too boring.

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Cheyenne Balazar

Long leashes are the basis of a good relationship

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Michael Seram

A good Christian kid with a strong sense of morality. A neighbor to the Balazar's.

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Kerrie Balazar

Nothing can hurt me with my family around.

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Heaven Leigh Balazar

Cyrus's daughter, a true daddy's girl

Character Portrait: Sydney Lynn Balazar.
Sydney Lynn Balazar.

Middle fingers aren't good enough.

Character Portrait: Cyrus Balazar
Cyrus Balazar

The venomous house leader (will consider children/lover)

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Character Portrait: Heaven Leigh Balazar
Heaven Leigh Balazar

Cyrus's daughter, a true daddy's girl

Character Portrait: Kerrie Balazar
Kerrie Balazar

Nothing can hurt me with my family around.

Character Portrait: Cyrus Balazar
Cyrus Balazar

The venomous house leader (will consider children/lover)

Character Portrait: Asher Balazar
Asher Balazar

Sanity is just far too boring.

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Michael Seram

A good Christian kid with a strong sense of morality. A neighbor to the Balazar's.

Character Portrait: Sydney Lynn Balazar.
Sydney Lynn Balazar.

Middle fingers aren't good enough.

Character Portrait: Cheyenne Balazar
Cheyenne Balazar

Long leashes are the basis of a good relationship

Character Portrait: Rosemary Balazar.
Rosemary Balazar.

"...damn it, Asher!"

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Character Portrait: Asher Balazar
Asher Balazar

Sanity is just far too boring.

Character Portrait: Cyrus Balazar
Cyrus Balazar

The venomous house leader (will consider children/lover)

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Rosemary Balazar.

"...damn it, Asher!"

Character Portrait: Cheyenne Balazar
Cheyenne Balazar

Long leashes are the basis of a good relationship

Character Portrait: Sydney Lynn Balazar.
Sydney Lynn Balazar.

Middle fingers aren't good enough.

Character Portrait: Kerrie Balazar
Kerrie Balazar

Nothing can hurt me with my family around.

Character Portrait: Heaven Leigh Balazar
Heaven Leigh Balazar

Cyrus's daughter, a true daddy's girl

Character Portrait: Michael Seram
Michael Seram

A good Christian kid with a strong sense of morality. A neighbor to the Balazar's.


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The Balazar household

The Balazar household by -NecroPHILE?

An old orchard that has long since produced enough fruit to make a living. The house itself is very large, old and needing many repairs. The basement is Cyrus's torture dungeon and always locked (Cyrus has the only key). There is alot of land to this orchard, so they get a good amount of privacy though there are a few neighbouring farms. The closest farm is 5km away.

The Balazar household

An old orchard that has long since produced enough fruit to make a living. The house itself is very large, old and needing many repairs. The basement is Cyrus's torture dungeon and always locked (Cyrus has the only key). There is alot of land to this orchard, so they get a good amount of privacy though there are a few neighbouring farms. The closest farm is 5km away.

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Re: [OOC] So Glad for the Madness

This is what I get for not checking my account ): Definitely going to go and read all of the posts now. Shame I missed it, I really enjoyed the first one :)

Re: [OOC] So Glad for the Madness

Yay! Finally got out a post! :D

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I'm hoping this won't really be needed, but on Wednesday I'm going in for surgery, so I might not get on very often. I'll still try to get my posts out as they are needed.

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SOrry about the delay people. I went to the biggest electronic music festival around on Thursday and I'm STILL feeling the hangover hahah.

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Real life is not a bad excuse. Stuff comes up. I'm just impatient. ^.^

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Gomenasai. :(
I have been busy with Easter preparations, seeing family and such.
Terrible excuse but truthful.
Anyways, I did manage to post. I hope it makes up for making you all wait on me.

Re: [OOC] So Glad for the Madness

So... We are waiting on crybloodredtears, right?

Re: [OOC] So Glad for the Madness

Hey guys just wanted to let you know I won't have the time to post until Friday. It's been a real hectic week, and ive got school and work tonight and tomorrow aswell as a concert tomorrow. Sorry for the wait!

Re: [OOC] So Glad for the Madness

It would be at the farm house. Most Balazars know basic medical skills, seeing as they can't really use a hospital. In my original story, Rosemary was the self-appointed nurse of the house and delivered all the babies. I guess we'll see what happens when Rosemary isn't there. xP

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I'm guessing it would be at the farm house.

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This roleplay is really coming alone quite nicely! I really enjoy doing this with all of you! But I have a quick question regarding Sydney's pregnancy. Since -NecroPHILE? stated information about schooling, my question is: what about the birth of that new child? Will she have it in a hopsital or at the farmhouse?

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Ah, okay. Well, I will edit up mine, so that it leaves it for Jezebel to be home schooled. :)

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Hey people just wanted to point out a few things about schooling. It's not mandatory for a balazar- actualy Cyrus would prefer they not, but, if they do it's under a fake identity and a school that's atleast a good hour drive away and in some smaller town than la. Just to avoid raids of the house and such since any balazar would be put under a suspicious eye by cops. They would also be forbidden to make friends, though cyrus can't really monitor that.

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Oh, yay. Time to get used to the roleplay tab lol.

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Posted in the Balazar Household, looking forward to reading everyone's introductions! =D

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Yeah I figured you would say that haha. If all else fails she will just be an npc- or I could introduce the story with the fact she got killed or something. Either/or I'll give it until tomorrow.

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I think... I have enough characters myself. lol. Or I would offer to do it. I suppose she could be one of those NPCs that is always around when someone needs her, or never around when someone needs her, lol.

Re: [OOC] So Glad for the Madness

Ha as the rest of the world is getting wrecked by mother nature us albertans are finally seeing some nice weather. Winter was brutal this year. Either/or if I don't have anyone interested in rosemary by tomorrow we may just start up without her as I'm impatient and don't want anyone to lose interest. If someone could double as rosemary that would be quite amazing. :)?

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Bad storm last night! I hate tornadoes. :(
How is everyone else?