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Posted: Tue, 04/10/2016 20:32 (8 Years ago)
Someone else has it worse.
Just look.
Missing.
Lost.
Gone.
These words can describe these children's innocence.
Each one has seen someone die.
Rules:
Your character should have seen something awful
Be nice
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Me:
Name: "Does this really matter...? Oh... It does...? I'm Lacy..."
Nickname: "No..."
Age: "I'm thirteen..."
Gender: "Female..."
Appearence:
Personality: "I'm silent and I don't really bond with others..."
Backstory:
"I was walking home with my father and mother... And our guards... We're- I'm from another land... Not even this planet... My dad was the president of that land... Meaning I was the president's daughter in that land... The sky turned red for no reason..."
She starts to cry.
"Then, someone came, and killed the guards, my parents... I was left alive..."
She looks at you.
"I-I'm sorry, but do I have to say anymore...?
No...?
Thank you..."
Friends: "No one..."
Family: "Gone..."
Crush: "No..."
Other: "..."
Posted: Tue, 04/10/2016 20:48 (8 Years ago)
Nickname: n/a
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearence: Is it ok if I leave it blank? I plan on working something up later.
Personality: Messed up, Enjoys seeing tragedy's, slightly crazed
Backstory:His first touch with anything tragic, was during the attack on his hometown. Back then when he was 6, in his quite unnoticeable hometown, a terrorist attack was launched. Women were taken for reasons, Men were killed. Children were forced to join the terrorists, receiving harsh training everyday. The slightest sign of rebellion or not being able to satisfy the terrorists standards resulted in a display of slow death, as a sort of sign and warning. I was only until 5 years after the attack and kidnappings, that the terrorist group was shut down by part of a national army, who'd been chasing this group for years. The children were put into rehabilitation schools, most children completely were mentally brought back, although with the toll of many worker's lives lost. Some were brought back, but with unintended after effects such as strange fetish's. Darwin was one of them, his fetish being observing something tragic with pleasure.
Is this...is this too dark? If so tell me and I'll make it more 'happier'.
Friends: Rarely, he'll talk to other kid's who were part of the group.
Family: Mom might be alive.
Crush: n/a
Other:n/a
Posted: Tue, 04/10/2016 21:07 (8 Years ago)
Posted: Tue, 04/10/2016 21:16 (8 Years ago)
"Autumn Jackson."
Nickname:
"Amber."
Age: "12."
Gender:
"Female."
Appearence:
Personality:
Jumpy, Shy, Flinchy, Quiet, Scared. She's a smart girl.
Backstory:
"I...I was at an orphanage and there... Was a fire. I was in the room with the others. All I saw when I woke up was their terror filled eyes and tears running down their face as they screamed. I jumped from the window into the bushes outside. All I heard was their screaming for someone to help them..." You saw it now, the tears rolling down her cheeks. "Everyone I had ever loved died in that fire. Since then, I've been in orphanages everywhere, and I can never unsee that day. It's burned into my memory like hot iron. No one can change that."
Friends:
"..." Open
Family:
"..." Open
Crush:
"..." Open
Other:
Posted: Tue, 04/10/2016 21:19 (8 Years ago)
OMG Rrrrikaa)
Posted: Tue, 04/10/2016 21:41 (8 Years ago)
We can start
Posted: Fri, 14/10/2016 17:26 (8 Years ago)
Posted: Fri, 14/10/2016 21:16 (8 Years ago)
Posted: Fri, 14/10/2016 21:17 (8 Years ago)
Posted: Fri, 14/10/2016 21:24 (8 Years ago)
Posted: Fri, 14/10/2016 21:57 (8 Years ago)
give or take
Lucy was writing in her journal, her face as expressionless as normal. Well, she had a small smile.