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Nombre completo

Nora Mahlior

Alias

Lostfacenora

Parientes

Desconocido (Madre, fallecida)

Desconocido (Padre, fallecida)

Desconocido (Hermana mayor, fallecida)

Desconocido (Hermana mediana, fallecida)

Ocupación

Artista

Poderes/Habilidades

Fuego/Ira: Cuando se enoja, su cabello comienza a arder.

Control mental: Cuando controla a sus víctimas, sus ojos se vuelven azules, iguales a los de ella, lo que indica su control.

Vuelo: Posee alas demoníacas y puede volar.

Telequinesis y telepatía: Puede usar tanto la telequinesis como la telepatía.

Manifestación instantánea: Puede hacer aparecer un agujero negro, hacer desaparecer personas, crear fuego con su mano o destellar relámpagos. Puede hacer muchas cosas; solo tiene que pensar en ellas y consigue lo que quiere.

Ataque mental: Puede volver locas a las personas e incluso hacer que se suiciden.

Estado

Fallecido

Especie

Demonio Espiritual Híbrido

Aficiones

Dibujar, escuchar música, pasear por el jardín, pasear por cuadros, recoger rosas

Objetivos

Vengarse y matar a todo aquel que la lastime.

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Origin

Nora was fifteen years old; her birthday, July 8th, had long since passed without any real celebration. She was a girl who sought a small piece of hope in the color green and found solace in music and drawing creepypasta motifs—images of the darkness she scraped from her soul.

In her first life, Nora was a silent despair. Her mother treated her like dirt, hitting her, kicking her, threatening her. But the psychological abuse was often more subtle. Her mother mostly ignored Nora, pretending the girl didn't exist.

One day, when her mother wasn't home, Nora secretly took her cell phone. She needed an escape, something that would allow her to forget reality for a moment. She played it, engrossed in the digital distraction. When her mother returned and noticed the missing cell phone, her rage turned into blind, cold hatred.

She grabbed Nora and dragged her into the bathroom. What happened next wasn't the first time, but it was the most brutal. Nora's mother pushed her head under water, holding her still. Nora fought for air, her lungs burning, the world blurring in a chaos of foaming water and fear of death. But this time, driven by a desperate primal force, Nora was stronger. She pushed her mother away with her last bit of strength and pulled her head out of the water, gasping. Her mother, unable to bear her own weakness, only screamed more wildly.

The panic and the traumatic near-drowning drove Nora...

School was no refuge either. There, the cruelty escalated. One day, during recess, several children surrounded her. They walked straight up to her, laughing loudly. One of the boys stepped forward and said with a derogatory gesture, "Look at her, Nora. You're just ugly. Nobody likes you." Nora tried to walk away, but she was blocked and had to listen. The pain of her entire life erupted from her. She began to scream loudly and desperately, a harsh, panicked cry of being overwhelmed and helpless that made no one pause, but only amused the bullies even more. She finally ran away, into an empty corner, where she collapsed and whimpered.

The burden of this total abandonment became too heavy.

Finally, she went to her father that day. But there, too, there was no warmth, only poverty and a new kind of abuse. Her father, who only wanted the child support, didn't care. He touched her in places she didn't want to be, burning deep, invisible scars into her soul.

On the day of her 15th birthday, Nora made her decision. She left the apartment she called her prison and went to an old high-rise nearby.

She entered the building and climbed the stairs, each step a farewell. Reaching the top floor, she pushed open the heavy metal door leading to the roof. A cold gust of wind hit Nora's face. She stepped out, walked to the edge, and stepped over the low parapet.

In the moment of release, as the free fall began, Nora felt no fear. But just before the cold asphalt reached her, a whisper filled the air, a promise of power and vengeance. It was Zalgo. He saw her potential. His shadows crept into her shattered heart, enveloping her shattered soul and reshaping it. The pain, the rejection, the unbearable loneliness—all of it became Zalgo's tool. He whispered words of strength and retribution to her.

The impact wasn't a death. It was an awakening.

Her eyes opened, bright blue like frozen flames. Her skin was pale, crisscrossed with black cracks like broken ice. From her back grew ragged, demonic wings, like those of a being that had walked through fire.

She hadn't died. She wasn't a victim.

She was a hybrid of spirit and demon, created to take revenge. Her name: LostFaceNora.

A cold, firm breath escaped her: "You ignored me. Now you'll bleed for me."

The story of Nora Mahlior is a dark tale of isolation and the search for belonging. At fifteen years old, Nora felt like a ghost in her own life. Ignored by her family and rejected by her peers, she found her only solace in the color green, her music, and her sketches of shadows and darkness.

On her 15th birthday, after a series of events that left her feeling completely abandoned by the world, Nora sought an escape. She stood at the edge of an old high-rise, ready to leave everything behind. However, before the darkness could claim her, a powerful entity known as '''Zalgo''' intervened. He didn't offer her peace, but rather a rebirth fueled by power and retribution.

== The Awakening ==

Nora accepted Zalgo’s bargain, and her soul was reshaped. She did not perish; she evolved. When she opened her eyes, they glowed with a frozen blue fire, and great tattered wings erupted from her back. She cast aside her human identity to become '''LostFaceNora''', a hybrid of spirit and demon.

Now, she serves as an instrument of Zalgo's

Full Name

Nora mahlior

Alias

Lostfacenora

Relatives

Unknown (Mother, Deceased)

Unknown (Father, Deceased)

Unknown (Older-sister, Deceased)

Unknown (middle-sister, Deceased)

Occupation

artist

Powers/Skills

Fire/Anger: When she gets angry, her hair starts to burn.

Mind Control: When she controls her victims, their eyes turn blue, matching hers, indicating her control.

Flight: She possesses demonic wings and can fly.

Telekinesis & Telepathy: She can use both telekinesis and telepathy.

Instant Manifestation: She can make a black hole appear, make people disappear, create fire from her hand, or make lightning flash. She can do many things; she just has to think about them, and she gets what she wants.

Mental Attack: She can drive people crazy and even make them commit suicide.

Status

Deceased

Species

Hybrid Spirit Demon

Hobbies

Drawing, listening to music, walking in the garden, walking in pictures, picking roses

Goals

To take revenge and kill everyone who hurt her

Type of pasta: Creepypasta

Friends: laughing jil Aprilfool exitboy Jason the toy maker

She is afraid of walruses, dogs, and monkeys.

Love to eat Donuts and sushi

And love to Likes to drink

blood or cocoa

Sexuality: Heterosexual

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The Story of Twitchy Emma

by Emma-Sophie Otto

Emmanuella Sterling—everyone called Emma—seemed like a perfectly normal girl at first glance. She lived with her parents, Mark and Victoria, and her older brother, Evan, in a small American suburb. She was cheerful, smart, and brave, but her life took a terrible turn early on.

Her father severely abused her. When Emma was just eight years old, she witnessed Mark brutally murder her mother and brother. From that day on, she heard her family's screams in nightmares and often woke up in a cold sweat.

Things didn't improve at school. She had no friends, suffered from anxiety disorders and anger issues. Instead of receiving help, she was ridiculed: "Anger Monster," "Sick Slut"—and most often, "Twitchy Emma." The nickname gnawed at her, becoming a curse that followed her everywhere.

One afternoon, Emma came home from school exhausted and full of anger. She put her schoolbag in the hallway, took off her jacket and shoes, and went into the living room. The family photo on the wardrobe showed a happy past that no longer existed. Tears welled up in her eyes.

She sat down at the computer, scrolled through forums, and read about Ticci Toby again. His story fascinated her—he had suffered like her, he had been understood, while she remained alone.

When she went into the kitchen to make herself something to eat, she held a knife in her hand. For a brief moment, she imagined what it would be like to hurt Mark with it. What it would feel like to be free. But she put it down—for now.

Toward evening, her father came home, drunk as usual. “Did you make dinner, you brat?!” he yelled. Trembling, Emma served spaghetti Bolognese. He ordered her to go to her room immediately. She obeyed, cried herself to sleep—until, a few hours later, Mark stormed into her room, hit her, and left her unconscious.

When Emma woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache, she felt only emptiness. "Another day of hell," she muttered before leaving for school. There, she was met with the same insults as always. But something was different this day: A voice began to whisper in her head.

"Do it... do it... do it..."

That evening, things escalated. Mark screamed at her, insulted her dead mother—and something inside her broke.

"NEVER SAY ANYTHING LIKE THAT ABOUT MOM AGAIN!"

Before he could react, Emma plunged the knife deep into his chest. Blood gushed out, his gaze went blank. An unnatural laugh escaped her throat, cold and alien. "Hehehe… hahaha…"

Still trembling, she went into the bathroom. Her reflection stared back at her: the ocean-blue eyes, the light brown hair. With scissors, she cut a wolf cut down to her shoulders. It was as if she were severing her old identity.

Then she felt a bony, cold hand on her shoulder. When she looked up, a tall figure stood behind her—dressed in black, faceless, with long vines growing from its back. The ringing in her ears became unbearable before everything went white.

--

Weeks later.

Emma's Uncle Daryl was sitting in front of the television when a breaking news alert came on:

"Last night, ten teenagers were brutally murdered. They were beaten and stabbed. Investigators found a murder weapon at the scene—an old katana."

A name was mentioned: Emmanuella Sterling. She had been presumed dead, but her body had never been found.

Daryl drove to her old house. In Emma's room, he found posters of Ticci Toby, dark drawings, and notes:

"Only you can understand me."

"We share the same pain."

"Please stay."

Tears streamed down his faces. "You poor girl... what did he do to you?"

This is Emma

Character-Facts

•Emma was born on September 27th

•Emma was 4 when her father killed her mother and brother, and she was 16 when she killed her father.

•She is 1.56m tall

•She is wearing a black and white striped bodysuit, over it an oversized T-shirt with the white lettering "Future is now.", black trousers with pockets, black steel toe boots and a white mask.

•Her mask is white, grey and some brown. Part of the mask is missing at the right eye, so you can see her eye and some skin. The mouth of the mask is sewn shut with leather.

•Emma hates arrogant people.

•She smokes and is bisexual.

•Emma likes to drink Red Bull and Coke.

•Emma hates mushrooms and Hawaiian pizza.

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