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Post by lupe on Feb 8, 2003 10:16:37 GMT -5
hobbes Age: ? Grade Level: ? Gender: Male Tigger Best Friend: Calvin Alter Egos:none Enemies: Calvin at times Favorite Game: Calvinball Fur:Oragne/white/black Clothes:: a nude tiger. Ah, I wanted to be Hobbes... ;;;_;;; **snickers** Nude... |
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Post by spectrum on Feb 22, 2003 22:58:42 GMT -5
Spectrum
Age: Spectrum
Grade Level: Spectrum
Gender: Spectrum
Alter Egos: Spectrum, Spectrum Spectrum
Enemies: Belivers in sanity
Favorite Game: Spectrum
Skin: Tan
Clothes: Spectrum
Hair: Brown
Teeth: Off-white
Favorite Color: Spectrum
Favorite Food: Spectrum
Personality: Do I really need to say it?
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Post by roselladestiny on Feb 23, 2003 19:35:28 GMT -5
A twelve year old passes by, giving everyone odd looks. She sighs and rolls her eyes. "Weirdos," she mutters.
Bio:
Name: Leslie Trinity
Age: 12 years, 5 months, 9 weeks, 11 days, 14 hours, 8 minutes, and 32 seconds
Gender: Female
Friends: Magnolia, her cat
Enemies: stepfather
Personality: skeptical, paranoid, and mistrustful, intelligent but sarcastic, secretive, pragmatist
Life: Her mother, an alcoholic, is in the hospital recovering from an accident. She is currently in the care of her abusive stepfather.
Appearance: scrawny, pale skin with a sprinkling of freckles, long limbs, large hands and feet, messy, shoulder-length dirty blonde hair, enormous hazel eyes with long eyelashes, sharp nose, thin lips, scar on forehead.
Clothes: smudged lilac t-shirt with a picture of a dog on it, tattered, faded jeans, old Nike sneakers, old-fashioned silver cameo locket
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Post by roselladestiny on Feb 23, 2003 19:45:03 GMT -5
Leslie leaned against a tree, slouching from the weight of her navy blue backpack, tattered like everything else she owned. She studied the sky through the gaps in the tree's branches, eyes narrowed like a cats. That's it! she said to herself, I'm leaving tonight. I don't care what Morse does, he isn't my father, and Miriam never really cared about me. I've got nothing left for me here.
As she turns to leave, she notices a crouching shadow behind her and hears a quiet mewwing noise. "Magnolia!" she whispered. "You came to find me!" With gentle fingers, Leslie gathered up her cat- her only friend, and held her close to her. "We're leaving now," she whispered into her companion's ear.
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Post by Gelquie on Feb 23, 2003 19:46:02 GMT -5
*the girl gets up and starts running away from imaginary hair scissors again*
"RRRRRRRRRUUUUUNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!"
Its obvious this girl likes her hair.
Uh oh, the imaginary scissors caught up. The girl starts to lift into the air.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Oops, off she goes!
*A Thirteen-year-old walks in and looks up*
"I wonder what that was about..."
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Post by Gelquie on Feb 23, 2003 19:49:50 GMT -5
Name: Hannah
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Appearance: Glasses, with a shirt like body armor, brown hair that changes color depending on what happened.
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Post by roselladestiny on Feb 23, 2003 19:50:04 GMT -5
Leslie glances at the frenzied girl running about next to her. Playing games? I remember when I used to do that- eight years ago. Before my dad died. Before everything changed.
To her own amazement, Leslie found herself shouting, "Hey! What are you running from?"
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Post by Gelquie on Feb 23, 2003 19:52:02 GMT -5
*The eight-year-old is not in sight, so nobody knows*
Hannah: I think she was running from "Imaginary Hair Scissors" if she's obsessed about her hair, or just plain running. Don't ask me about the lifting up into the air thing.
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Post by roselladestiny on Feb 23, 2003 19:56:23 GMT -5
Leslie nods, confused. Well, somebody's life is weirder than mine. Magnolia mews in her arms, shaking her out of her trance. "Imaginary hair scissors?" she asks Hannah, sounding half amused and half disgusted.
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Post by Gelquie on Feb 23, 2003 19:58:18 GMT -5
"Don't ask, I didn't make that up." Hannah replies.
*Hannah spots a squirrel stuck in a tree. She climbs up and puts the squirrel in a comfortable position.
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Post by roselladestiny on Feb 23, 2003 20:02:19 GMT -5
Leslie scowls. Well, it has been about a year since I've had any human friends. Like the teachers say, no social skills. She glances at the squirrel in the tree, now prancing about happily. To Hannah she says, "I've always wanted to help people- or animals- just make a difference somewhere. Now, I'm struggling just to keep myself safe."
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Post by Gelquie on Feb 23, 2003 20:06:46 GMT -5
*Hannah jumps down from the tree* "Why do you say that?"
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Post by roselladestiny on Feb 23, 2003 20:17:49 GMT -5
Leslie stops what she is doing and stares at Hannah, remembering what it feels like to be listened to.
"Well, when my dad died in a car accident, my mom started drinking and abusing us- my brother and me. When Michael, that's my brother, went off to Yale, Miriam (my mom) married this construction worker named Morse Henry, and I pretty much got ignored when he wasn't beating me around. I hide here and there, but it's really no use. The only friend I have is Magnolia, the cat trying to climb my backpack."
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Post by Gelquie on Feb 23, 2003 20:25:11 GMT -5
"Ouch. I wish there was something I could do, but since I have no parents or home, there's pretty much nothing to do. My only place that I wish to call home is inside a tree in the forest, but I'm always paranoid some logger would like to cut it down someday, so I don't always sleep there."
A wolf suddenly comes out of the forest.
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Post by roselladestiny on Feb 23, 2003 20:29:05 GMT -5
Leslie flinches as she sees the wolf, but begins to approach it with a set expression on her face.
"I hear that wolves are intelligent," she remarks, "They function as a society, with a social pyramid kind of like that of the Egyptians. I don't know if its true or not."
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