| *She had plenty of friends, well enough for her. But she had the attitude that made it easy to get up and leave anyone at any given moment. Trust was what would get you killed on the streets, trust would get you killed anywhere. Her father proved that to her at a young age. True she had the attitude and mentality of a killer, but that was in her blood. Her father murdered her mother, he also murdered her grandfather. All before she was one, really being raised with him, how did one expect the girl to turn out, even if it had only been for five years? Where she was from there were rules, ways to survive. And you followed these rules, and you respected other street-kids. She respected those who respected her. She could be your best friend, but do something that would hurt her or her friend’s she was your worst enemy. One it was safer to stay away from her. Ask Kris, one of the kids that used to hang at her old squat. He had pushed her a little to far, the only reason he was a alive was two older teens had pulled her off him when she tried to slit his throat. Not long after that he was thrown out of the squat, and few days later let back in for exchange for drugs for one of the older kids who hung out there. As for looking at another as If she wanted them to die. Saying that would be stretching it a little, she didn’t trust the other. She has yet to build up enough hate to actually see wasting any energy in hating, in truth she hated no-one really. Well no one but Kris but he deserved her hate, hating people took more energy then just not caring*
I don't know who to trust, no surprise
(Everyone feels so far away from me)
Heavy thoughts sift through dust
And the lies
(Trying not to break,
But I'm so tired of this deceit
Everytime I try to make myself
Get back up on my feet
All I ever think about is this
All the tiring and time between
And how trying to put my trust in you
Just takes so much out of me)
Take everything from the inside
And throw it all away
'Cause I swear, for the last time
I won't trust myself with you
Tension is building inside, steadily
(Everyone feels so far away from me)
Heavy thoughts forcing their way, out of me
(Trying not to break
But I'm so tired of this deceit
Everytime I try to make myself
Get back up on my feet
All I ever think about is this
All the tiring and time between
And how, trying to put my trust in you
Just takes so much out of me)
Take everything from the inside
And throw it all away
'Cause I swear, for the last time
I won't trust myself with you
I wont waste myself on you!
You! You!
Waste myself on you!
You! You!
Take everything from the inside
And throw it all away
'Cause I swear, for the last time
I won't trust myself with you
Take everything from the inside
And just throw it all away
'Cause I swear, for the last time
I won't trust myself with you
You! You!
Name: Amaranth
Nickname: usually just goes by Amar, never really acquiring a street name not wanting one
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Family: Sebiya (younger sister)
Street family: Tenaya, Kayla, Khaleah, and Keagan
Appearance: Dirty blonde hair that reaches about her mid-back. Has scars from fighting, and washed out blue eyes.
Personality: Though she could seem somewhat shy around strangers especially when on ‘their territory’, and though it might take a while for her to warm up to you once you get to know her it’s obvious why she was the ‘leader’ of the gang of street kids. Very outspoken and not afraid to tell whatever is on her mind. She has the kind of air about her which makes one usually want to follow what she says and not fight her. She’s street smart, which also helps explain how she was so easily accepted as leader. She has a short temper though and didn’t think twice as Tenaya(Pena) always put it ‘slapping someone alongside the head’ when they were annoying her, or pull a blade when pissed. She rather gutsy attitude, making her seem almost suicidal or at least as if she didn’t care if she died. She refuses to ‘submit’ to anyone, promising herself never again will she be ordered or told what to do. Though she makes a good friend, it just very hard to reach that part of her. She stands up for her friends, or people that she has taken ‘under her wing’. Though the last thing one would want to do is get on her bad side, for she is not afraid to kill.
Strange Quirk: Her fear of cameras usually confuses people. She won’t let one near her.
Past: she ran away at age 5 but in truth pretty much lived on the streets her whole life having often come home to finding her parents gone and herself locked out of the house. She raised herself since she was a little baby, usually refusing to return home for days at a time. She lived that way until she couldn’t take her father’s abuse anymore and ran away. She lived alone as a street kids until the age of 8 when her group started to form. When she turned 8 she ran into a normal hiding place for street kids, where she met Pena who despite being older attached herself to the younger girl. This was the beginning of the formation of the gang. After it formed they traveled together, when they traveled to her old city she stopped by to see her old home having some feeling she had too, for some reason. Which is where she found out she had a half sister. She had left the group for a while, to stop the complaining about her sister.
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