Full Name: Raven Trumpery
Meaning of name: Raven, as in the phrase, “why is a raven like a writing desk?” and trumpery, a nonsense word that has the word ‘trump’ in it.
Nickname(s): Raven, Trump
Creepypasta Name: The Black Trumper
How Did They Get This Name and Why: His entire premise was based on the Black Plague and mad hatter's disease. I used the name 'black' from the Black Plague and 'Trump' from Trump cards, finding the nonsense word, 'Trumpery' and using it as his last name, then shortening it to 'Trumper' for the monster's name.
Gender: Males (The Main Entities that inhabit and control the body)
How Long they've been around: 668,
The Demonic Bird: 5,607
The man who died from the plague: 695 (Was 27 when he died)
Date of Birth: March 18th 1346
Place of Birth: Great Britain, atop of a pile of burning bodies.
Race/Species: Intertwined Entities
Native language: British English
Languages spoken: British English
Orientation/Sexual Preference: None
Backstory (Rough): There was a pile of burning bodies from the Black Plague. A man who had lost one of his children and his wife to the Black Plague was one of them - he couldn't move on because one of his children was still alive. The Black Trumper, a birdlike demon who had been cursed needed the souls of humans to survive or he would die came across the burning bodies and if he as so as much jumped into a lake or got into a downpour, his body would disperse and he would die. He was cursed as to that anyone who came near him would die of a deathly disease and anything that breathed oxygen would suffer from it. He'd absorbed the souls of the dying (people who were still barely live, but considered as good as dead) and the will of the man to protect was so strong that he gained conscious and conjoined minds, thus sharing the body with the Black Trumper. The Trumper was furious about this and demanded that he'd leave his thoughts. The man promised to leave as long as they made sure that his son was safe. After the agreement he went to go see his son in human form. However, with the new mind attached to his, he couldn't contain the form and the soot leaked from him, giving his son the disease and causing his death. For a while, the Trumper didn't hear from the man and he was content. He remained in his own dimension for a few months (he doesn't need human souls often). Meanwhile, the man was troubled about his son's death and lost his sense of mind. His mind was still conjoined with the Trumper's and the Trumper suffered from the man's delusional thoughts as well. Eventually the two minds became one and they spoke as one. The Trumper and the man, no long in control of their own mind, became completely in fear of the world. The man's mind didn't want to see more people suffer from the disease, while the Trumper wanted to keep himself alive. The conjoined minds finally decided to find those wandering near the woods and invite them into the dimension and kill them there. However, they would almost never leave their dimension for any other reason.
~He refers to himself as 'We' since there are two in control.
~He tends to play cards with his victims if he’s in the mood, he uses the leftover skin from his victims to line the inside of the hats he creates for himself, but never keeps the same hat for long. The hats he creates always look the same as the other. Maybe he just enjoys making them.
~He is the creator of Velveteen Patchwork.
~He can turn animals into creatures like her, however he only made her and two others, the rat and the hare, as it greatly drains his energy to make others like him. Over time, this has weakened him with each creature that he creates. Velveteen was the last one he made.
~He has two forms - a human and a raven, but however, he cannot change his red eyes.
~The original Trumper created a dimension for himself to shield himself from the rain. He can change it however he pleases, but he doesn't let outsiders into the dimension outside the single room. He fears that if they touch anything on the outside that the world would collapse in on itself. It's a part of his paranoia.
~He can open his dimension with the sharp end of his staff in any tree as long as he and his victims can fit through it. The tree dies after. (This works on anything else that is living, but trees are simple for him...and less bloody.)
Height: 6’’ 4’
Hair color: Brown
Hairstyle: Ponytail hair down
Eye color: Red
Clothing/Style: He wears a green undercoat, a black overcoat, black pants, black top hat. The hat has a clock, feathers, playing cards, and a light green ribbon attached to it.
Scent: He smells of a strange ash
~He doesn't necessarily carry a weapon. He usually will change to the halfway point to kill (part soot/part bird). If he gets into a big fight or has been really angered, he will become the Trumper bird.
~The staff (he uses it when he gets cranky. It has no other use than to bop people on the head, although he could very well use the sharp end to open a portal inside the person, but will he do it? Unlikely.)
Physical Disorder/Disability: He limps around/has a strange walk. The human body is uncomfortable for him.
Never Seen Without: His hat
Other: His true form is a spirit consisting of a strange black soot. It has red eyes and razor-sharp teeth of white soot.
~He’s quite a strange character. He’s normally calm and you can’t see the mad undertone at first. He has a tendency for outbursts though.
~He’ll say weird riddles and phrases that have no meaning and yell at anyone who tries to solve them, telling them that they’re wrong.
~He has a tendency of taking other’s space.
~He doesn’t care about humans in general and just sees them as a way to keep him alive, but he enjoys playing card games with them when he gets a chance.
~He loves his two performing animals, the rat and the hare. He refers to them as his ‘darlings’ and flower names. However, he despises Patches for her sudden disappearance.
~He will call children after different types of flowers (whilst using alliteration). Examples: "Peppy Poppy." "Shining Sunflower." "Radiant Rose." "Vibrant Violet." However, adults and teenagers, he does not. He will use their first name if he knows it, otherwise he'll just call them all Pep.
~He can take a slight liking to a human if they wins his card game
Likes: Card Games, his darlings, interesting humans
Dislikes: Patches, normal humans, water
Most Prized Possession: His darlings
Flaws: If too much water (or any liquid in general) is poured on him in his true form, that piece of him is weighed down and falls off. It is no longer functional and detaches. This can kill him. Punctures in the solid forms can cause leakage and souls will slowly start to leak from his body.
Pet Peeve: When things or people look ‘out of place’
Worst Way To Die: Water~
Best Way To Die: Water!!!
Worst Way To Kill:
Method 1: If anyone gets too much of his dust into their lungs, they get a rapid sickness similar to the black plague that lasts around a painful half hour before they die.
Method 2: If the child refuses to go through the portal, he tries to get them to watch them in the woods instead, and if they proceed to disagree, he kills them without further questioning.
Best Way To Kill (how they kill):
The rat and the hare are dressed up stuffed animal costumes (like patches the rabbit had) and they lure kids deep into the
woods where they meet Trumpery. Trumpery then talks about a performance that he would like to show him/her. The two critters are talented and enjoy showing off their talent. He then, making sure that no one will ever find the bodies, uses the sharp end of his cane to create a portal in any tree to his world. Since his power has diminished he can only take them to one single room, the only exit being a small little door. It is a room where a tea party is set up, but the kettles are filled with playing cards instead of tea. The animals proceed to use the playing cards to perform and while the kid is distracted by them, he exits the possessed human body. In his true form, he absorbs their souls and leaves their lifeless bodies to the rat and the hare.
Targets To Killing: Children and anyone else naïve
87: Had sex?
Noctis NocturneNoctis is an immortal being with forever bleeding eyes
She is cursed by the moon, forced to roam the world eternally
I swear she is humming to the moon as she cries
Beseeching to return to sweet mortality
To be able die
To relieve herself of this never-ending pain
To the moon, she carols:
“For a hundred thousand years I have been wandering the universe
These eyes, these wounds, this harrowing sting
Please, I beg of you, end this evil, undying curse
Death, please give me my wedding ring.”
The moon does not heed her decaying carcass
Noctis remains in her endless wander
You can sometimes hear her moaning in the darkness
Night falls from the moon, shadowing her
She is the howling wind.
Ebon HeartedEbon Hearted
Some say the eyes are a gateway to the soul
How they are ever mistaken
My ebon hearted heart is the gateway to my mind
Pure, dark, and refined
The heartless of a heartless heart takes its toll
Some say the heart can reveal everything about the soul
That is the truth
My ebon hearted heart is a passage to my eyes
Unseen faceless cries
My eyes are a black hole
Some say a black hole consumes light
How they are more than accurate
My pupils pull everything in
More sinister than the depths of sin
Chilling like a black knight
Knights have robust hearts
They have the hearts of black ebon
Like me; blight and dark
Listen to the sounds of a beating, lifeless heart, I hark
Because that is when agony starts
And when you hear me scream
You are hearing Death
If you're looking for one of the writers for ATOCreepypasta, you've found them. Congrats. Don't know what that is? You'll know in 2015.
Greetings, all my fellow page viewers and watchers. This unnecessarily large box is where you'll find all the necessary things that you'd want to know about me.
I'm a self-taught artist and am going to college for animation. I'm a hobbyist at drawing realistic traditional art and am at the beginning of learning digital art. Sometimes I'll do photomanipulation, but most of the time I'll stick to paper. I'm also a person who enjoys writing. So far, I've been working on Contritum: Silver and Red along with a few creepypasta characters I've been developing off on the side.
I'm a very busy person however and if you see me inactive for a while, it doesn't mean I'm gone. I'm a college student. It's hard to get to private art.
Also, if you're confused about my physical gender. I'm female, but if you can, please refer me by the in-between pronouns 'they/them'. I don't mind if you call me 'it' either. I won't get upset if you call me 'she/her/etc', but just so as you know I do prefer the in-between pronouns.
DA Friends (In no particular order)
First person I became friends with on here:
That one guy who draws ponies:
My funny 'unrelated' cousin:
My swagalicous home boy:
The funny, silent type:
My 'unrelated' sister:
My wuffly frand:
I have no words left ummm... popcorn girl?:
I don't know what ninjas have to do with anything:
Want to mess with them? Go right ahead, but just so you know, I'll chastise your ass until there's no tomorrow. c: Deal?
Pokemon (Because it holds a special place in my heart):