Post by silver on Jan 30, 2010 15:33:54 GMT -5
Name: Silver Satoma (15 years old)
Appearance: He has an extremley Pale Face and cold, Dark Green Eyes.He has long black hair,which grows over one eye.He is 5'4 and weighs 99 pounds, making him very underwieght.He wears a Baggy "Slipknot"S T-Shirt and Baggy Jeans, which are kept up by a "Green Day" Belt.His left arms is missing from the elbow down as he lost it due to abuse by his parents.
Personality:He is a very quiet person, whom barley likes to be Spoken to.He suffered abuse at the hands of his Mom and Dad. He ran away at the age of 15 and ended up in a Small quiet town called Canberry. He wants to make friends, but struggles to do so due to his timid nature. He has a fear of being bullied for his missing Arm. Overall, He is A crybaby, and very Timid. Despite this, He loves Any friends he will get.
Walking along,Silver Satoma brushes hair out of his face using His right arm. "My Gosh....It is Nice weather today....". He walks to His house, A small 2 storey with Minimual Furniture. In fact,so minimal, even an Anthill has more.Anywhy, Where Was I?.....Oh,Yes. I continue to walk along,hoping I wont fall over. Opening the door to my house,I place my bag in my bedroom, leave and lock the door, I walk down stairs to my door and leave, locking it tightly.
"Where are all the others?" I say, knowing It doesent even bother me that much. Walkng an a bit farther, I trip over a hole and land with a soft thump. "Owie..." I try to get up, but am unable to, due to the fact I have twisted my ankle and badly sprained my good wrist. I softly cry, hoping somebody will hear my whimpers and crys. However, I am not holding High hopes, as I know I have been a Horrible person.
(Hope this is ok!)
Appearance: He has an extremley Pale Face and cold, Dark Green Eyes.He has long black hair,which grows over one eye.He is 5'4 and weighs 99 pounds, making him very underwieght.He wears a Baggy "Slipknot"S T-Shirt and Baggy Jeans, which are kept up by a "Green Day" Belt.His left arms is missing from the elbow down as he lost it due to abuse by his parents.
Personality:He is a very quiet person, whom barley likes to be Spoken to.He suffered abuse at the hands of his Mom and Dad. He ran away at the age of 15 and ended up in a Small quiet town called Canberry. He wants to make friends, but struggles to do so due to his timid nature. He has a fear of being bullied for his missing Arm. Overall, He is A crybaby, and very Timid. Despite this, He loves Any friends he will get.
Walking along,Silver Satoma brushes hair out of his face using His right arm. "My Gosh....It is Nice weather today....". He walks to His house, A small 2 storey with Minimual Furniture. In fact,so minimal, even an Anthill has more.Anywhy, Where Was I?.....Oh,Yes. I continue to walk along,hoping I wont fall over. Opening the door to my house,I place my bag in my bedroom, leave and lock the door, I walk down stairs to my door and leave, locking it tightly.
"Where are all the others?" I say, knowing It doesent even bother me that much. Walkng an a bit farther, I trip over a hole and land with a soft thump. "Owie..." I try to get up, but am unable to, due to the fact I have twisted my ankle and badly sprained my good wrist. I softly cry, hoping somebody will hear my whimpers and crys. However, I am not holding High hopes, as I know I have been a Horrible person.
(Hope this is ok!)