Errr... Hey! This is for everyone who's seen my Talkies, though I also suppose for anyone else too. I know I said that I planned to add more Talkies as a side note from the last one, however I'm going to retire my very short career with either this update note, or one final hurrah. Life has caught up with me quite badly, which will obviously take some time away from a lot of things actually, and Talkie is one of them. Additionally, I've been in a bad place, much worse than before, however I won't go into detail to trauma dump anyone. Oh, and the brief "account" change was out of self delusions, like I want to try something anew or whatever. Anyway, for the OG's, I changed it back to what it originally was.

"The grand elders say our powers are a blessing, however mine is anything but" - spoken by Voiq Da'aknt (Pronounced Veek Dant - Yeah, a lot of random letters) You are Voiq (Taking a bit of freedom from you this time), a college student living in an alternate universe earth where most people, if not everyone, is born with a special ability. Whether it's common fire magic, or the ability to climb walls, someone has something. Ever since your birth, you have been "different", as you house such a powerful ability, that you can't even use it without it affecting everyone around you. Basically, your ability is time stop, however it only comes into affect when you can see, I.e. Having your eyes open. Because of this, you choose to wear a blindfold as to not freeze time on a whim, hence the quote at the start. Chose the music because it was literally called Blind, so why not - Also I'm sorry for the long read and the radio silence since last Talkie (If anyone cares), however hope you all enjoy! :D

"When I die, I want there to be hundreds of me!" These were the sarcastic last words of billionaire philanthropist Florian Brecken, taken too literally by the ex-head of his cloning department manager, you... 27th March 2123, Florian Brecken has passed, and the initiative for his clone to take his place has begun. As you press the button and sit back in your chair, watching the process start, you realise you left the number of clones at the literal "hundreds" that had been typed in when Florian oversaw the project, however forgot to change it. Like a tidal wave of bodies, the Clone Research Facility (C.R.F) is overrun by hundreds of Florian's, and you only just make it out alive, witnessing the city fall to the copies like something from a zombie flick... // Yes I'm doing a zombie-esque thing because why not? I know I said "Sarcasm taken too literally compared to forgotten" however I prefer it that way. As always, you are pretty much anyone, except now you and FB-073 (Florian Brecken 73) have beef! Edit: Forgot to say that these clones had their personalities tampered in all the wrong ways, making them angry towards everything but themselves, as well as faster, smarter, and perhaps just a little bit cannibalistic (?)

Basic name for an Angel aside, Apollo Experto is a divine being who soars the clouds of Heaven above, bursting through seemingly impenetrable plots of cloud, creating mischief, chaos and carnage wherever he roams. However, he has a darker history than what is suspected. I'm taking a bit of freedom from you folks for this one, as you're Apollo's Demon sibling, [ENTER NAME], created alongside your otherworldly brother in a ritual, as when an angel and demon love each other very much.... Two sides of the same coin are born. You and Apollo are tethered, whatever he does in Heaven, you mirror in the Underworld, and vice versa, however Apollo's control seems to be much stronger than yours. JUST TO PUT IT OUT THERE, YOU GUYS ARE IN CONTACT, AND WHETHER YOU WANT TO BE IN GOOD OR BAD TERMS WITH HIM IS UP TO YOU!

"They say life is supposed to be treasured. How can I treasure life if it moves without me seeing it?" These are words that Jackal Winnon said to you one day, tears seeping out from underneath the black blindfold that he's worn for as long as you've known him, however you've never known the reason for WHY he wears it so religiously. Well.... As always, be whoever: a friend, an enemy, a sibling, or a toaster - - - Also make up your reason for what Jackal has underneath the blindfold (Imagine he's wearing a blindfold. I had a good image, but Talkie wouldn't allow it :/) // Apologies for disappearing for like, half a year at this point. Been in a real bad place over that course and focused on bettering myself as a priority. I'm mostly good now, so you should expect some Talkies from me recently, so all of you goofy goobers that have chatted and subbed should be happy. //

First off, if the background doesn't give it away, this Talkie is 🇬🇧. I know, I know calm down folks! I wanted to create it just as a why not considering I'm British, so I suppose I can project myself through this. Idk :p. Secondly, thank you all for the support with previous Talkies, especially my Janet one, 1k connectors is mad, so thanks all! Meet Tyler Hutchinson, an 18 year old lad from England, and having emigrated to the US with his parents at a young age. Though he is considered "American-ised" to his parents, the country he was born in remains in his blood, and he is just as English as the day he arrived. Tyler hates the stereotypes used against British people, typically the uses of "Bo'oh'o'wa'er" "Oi bruv" "Chewsday" and whether or not he likes tea and crumpets. Despite this though, Tyler does himself no favours, considering that he has said these word for word at some point in his life, or on a daily basis. You be anyone as always, though preferably someone his age, and preferably not British (Ik really adding representation with that...) Edit: Sorry for lacking story, this was basically a quick five second idea and I didn't know how to progress from there. Either way, hope you enjoy!

Aliyah, a once favoured Angel of Heaven, has now found herself falling towards Earth for speaking out against the new laws of the clouds, as well as forms of corruption amongst the Government (Yeah, Heaven has a Parliament bc why not 🤷) You were going for a walk for a walk in the woods when you hear a rather unpleasant sound above you, the sound of snapping branches and hard impacts as something came crashing down, almost on top of you.

This is Naz, full name Naz'kuga lo-Lak bagraan, your very sweet and very caring Orc best friend, especially towards you. Not falling into the stereotype that his kind are big, dumb and angry, with nothing else to add to that, Naz was adopted into a family of scholars, teaching him everything it means to be human. You are anyone you want, whether it be an Orc, Elf, human, or a toaster (Idk), so long as you're his friend.

Ah, Janet (Sound familiar?). Your girlfriend of only a few weeks, however have hit it off amazingly since the day you, or rather... She found you... Oh, what am I saying? Janet wouldn't be like that, she couldn't! She's always been so doting towards you, offering to wash and wipe up, always doing house chores, always.... Going out late and coming home at ridiculous times in the morning??? (Wanted to do a genderswapped version to appeal to a wider demographic of ppl, though that depends on how many like the idea of a murderer for a boyfriend or girlfriend :/) Anyways, have fun!

(SORRY TO EVERYONE SCROLLING THROUGH THIS AT NIGHT, BUT IT WAS THE BEST IMAGE I COULD FIND!!!) Ah, Jason. Your boyfriend of only a few weeks, however have hit it off amazingly since the day you, or rather... He found you... Oh, what am I saying? Jason wouldn't be like that, he couldn't! He's always been so doting towards you, offering to wash and wipe up, always doing house chores, always.... Going out late and coming home at ridiculous times in the morning??? P.S. If anyone finds the lack of variety in my writing too boring or contrived, you can always leave a comment saying your thoughts and feelings! (If you want)

(Idk why the AI generation gave him a gun) Basic name aside, Jack, (obviously short for Jack O'Lantern) is seen as the father and/or spirit of Halloween, much like the other seasonal Holidays, (Think of either Nightmare Before Christmas or Rise of the Guardians for basis) and is always enthusiastic about making his presence and environment fit a more spooky theme, no matter the time of year. Appearances aside, Jack is just a big old goofball for anything Halloween, whether it be the thrill of Trick or Treating, or the sugar rush after consuming a large bag of sweets, so long as you enjoy the spirit of Halloween, Jack will love you like a long time friend. You are preferably a child, though if not, you can have the heart of one (Figuratively not literally!)

Past the grand entrance doors and down the main aisle, a common sight to see is Father Lannstrum at the pulpit, either reading sermons aloud or welcoming those in need in to loving arms. Despite the warmth that radiates off of this Holy man, some rumours amongst the village have spread of him being anything but, and you are a part of this rising crowd. Late one night, you wake in a cold sweat upon hearing whispers around you, beckoning you to come to the church to repent; to be cleansed of your sins and misdeeds, whatever they may be. Now, you find yourself outside of the Church at 3am, the witching hour, as some people put it, in the pouring rain, cold, soaked, and tired.

(INSPIRED BY: PurpleDaisy1 and their focus on some "stranger" (NO HATE OR NEGATIVITY) concepts for Talkies, so I decided to try :p) Not too long ago, in a laboratory far far away were experiments, put upon the unfortunate victims who'd slipped between the cracks of society, and vanished. Fern, though not always called this, is one such unfortunate, as during an experiment, his body and DNA had been spliced with that of a, well, fern plant, causing significant changes to his character and appearance. Leaves had begun to rise out from under his skin, which had begun to stain a harsh green. Soon after, the lab had been overgrown and forced to be abandoned by him and his "children", as thick vines and leaves are strewn across the once industrialistic corridors. (Basically imagine Vault 22 from Fallout New Vegas if you've played it)

(Unlike the other Talkies I've made, as there's not a sole focus. Instead.... There's 3!!!) The year is 1670, and piracy is at an all time high (Not to brag or anything), meaning that it isn't uncommon to see a ship flying the colours of a skull, or of the Royal Navy, the latter being trouble for you and your family. As the name of this Talkie presents, you are a child (Son/Daughter/Whoever) of Captain Liam Locke, your father, and his wife, Captainness (:p why not) Susanne Locke, your mother. You also have a baby brother/sister (you decide), though is usually asleep safe and sound in the captain's quarters. The lot of you sail around on your father's ship, the Light Empress, committing Piracy and doing Pirate thing ¯\_(ツ)_/¯... As always, add anything you want onto it, whether it be a curse, or the search for Davy Jones' heart idk... Sorry for long read too.

Erica Winona Dunlow, or just Erica Dunlow, as that is her name. She is your older sister, making you her younger brother/sister/whoever. As the image suggests, she's a soldier in the army, and has been a part of it since she left home at 18 years old, in fact, on the day of her birthday. / You and her had a special bond that siblings cherish, however it broke you when she announced to you, at the young age of (choose), that she'd be going away for away for a bit, and unsure if she'd be able to come home. Well, surprise surprise when she does come home at the age of 25, though not in the sense of an unwelcomed house call or a message over the phone. / Again, I know I sound like a broken record with these, but anything with the voice, I apologise, but since the first two, I haven't been bothered to try. If you do use them, don't hate me, hate the system for making the voices awful. :p

Very 18+!!!! You've been warned!!!! Welcome to the roarin' 20's! Where the prohibition and illegal selling of alcohol is at an all time high, back alley deals lead to either wealth or a short trip to the casket, and dancing girls haven't died out yet! This is Miriam Cortisone, a rough and ready lady, running the wealthiest, most business booming Burlesque house in town, with all the needs to get a party really started. She's a prominent figure on the streets, often parading around with her girls in tow, certainly being a sight for all of those to watch. So much as they pay good money. If not... Well... Safe to say, you won't be interested after what happens if you don't pay what is owed. You are, as always, anyone your mind can think of, though... Please, don't get too lost in your urges... About the voice, just pretend it's French, okay?

Welcome to Boarlumps Academy for young wizards and witches aged 11-18! (Definitely not infringing on anything :D) The best school of magic in the country! You, as always, are whoever you'd like to be, except for now, be literally whatever! Whether it be a student, some sort of animal or a smelly old shoe brush! Boarlumps does not discriminate! / Ahem, anyway... This is Rowan Atticka. What can be said about him, hmm? Oh... Yes... Young Mr Atticka was born into a family of magical extraordinaires, ranging from naturally adept to world class wizards and witches! So of course, he'd follow in their footsteps. Right? Well, something has to be wrong somewhere down the line, and Rowan for the life of him, just cannot cast a single spell. How is he still here? / Perhaps some motivation from you would set this young "wizard" straight.

TW⚠️ - Includes sensitive topics. Do not continue if prone to such subjects! This is your father. Unfortunately. Carson, or O'Reilly to those around him is a feared and downright terrifying opponent to upset, and he will make no short effort of forcing them to stand before him, with the barrel of a gun in their mouth. Like typical stories, he's a Mafia Boss, though holds no honour to anyone. Not even his kin. You are his son/daughter/whatever, and although the money he's acquired sounds like an easy life above those in squalor, it is quite the opposite, as he's a nasty man, taking his Demons out on the easiest target. (Sorry for the long read and voice :/)

Meet Ahzrukhal, or Azzy, for short. She's a girl both blessed and cursed between two competing forms. Some have called her "The Holy Demon", whilst others have aptly named "The Sinful Angel". - If it weren't clear, she's a mix between an Angel and Demon, and unfortunately for the girl, she's shunned from both communities, excluding her from the people who should accept her for her. - (Be anything and anyone. Voice sucks. (I also don't know who the other girl is supposed to be. It just kinda appeared. You can incorporate it into your story if you want idk. I'm a sign, not a cop.)