The Lord of the Dead. God of the Underworld.

嘿 guys,

It's been almost seven years since I first joined this website, which seems hard to believe. I came back to check this place out on a nostalgic whim, and wow, the memories hit me hard.

I just wanted to let 你 guys know, this club really meant a lot to me. It gave me a wonderful, comfortable 太空 to try to express myself, and experiment making stories with other people. It felt like we had our own little private corner of the world to play around in, and I’m grateful for that. I'll admit my 写作 here makes me cringe a bit now, but it was so important to me during that part of my life and I’ve grown so much from it that I wouldn’t dare change a thing.

Thank 你 all so much for being such wonderful 老友记 and sharing that time with me. I’m doing well, and I sincerely hope the rest of 你 are too. Maybe we'll manage to get back in touch again sometime, but even if not, I wish the best for all of you.

Love,
Jaz

Name¬
Mark Ivory


*Nickname¬
"Marky", "Ivory"

Age¬
16


Mutagen Aspect¬
Hades


Demeanor¬
Playful, Snarky, Rebellious


Appearance¬


Family¬
His Father was Adam Ivory, a key figure in the Grazer Military. Jordan is his brother, a Late teen trying all he can to protect his little brother from harm. His mother is an entirely diferent story. Sarah was a devoutee christian and loyal wife to Mark's father, yet was deeply kind to Mark and Jordan.


Origins¬
(You all know the rest, and if not, here
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I joined this club four years ago, it was a time in my life when I needed friends. At first it felt too good to be true, that I did not deserve the people that resided here. Truth is, this place had the one thing that I did not know could exist online; Love. Passion kept us, this mutual 爱情 for 写作 and the stories that were our childhood. Each one of 你 that I got to know was an experience that I would not trade for anything. In a weird sense I grew up with this club, with the many unique characters and the stories we told. I want to thank each and every one of 你 for the times we had together, and the stories we shared.