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Subject: ~Illusions of Truth~ Author: Ruse [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 14:09:01 09/19/04 Sun In reply to: Louisa Kohler 's message, "RUSE IN HERE" on 12:31:57 09/19/04 Sun *he had lifted his daughter sometime back. Making it easier to keep up with the female he was following. When she moved to sit he, cautiously followed, keeping a ‘safe distance’ of a few inches from the actual bench. He still remained quiet; he wasn’t really a talker and had no idea what to say. So he staid where he was shifting Chey, keeping his gaze lowered for now… having no idea really what he was supposed to do… see once again proving his father right* Name: Ethan Nickname: Rusé Ruse Age: 18 Gender: Male Family: Cheyn (3 year old daughter) looking for his mother. Appearance: dark brown hair, that at the moment falls to about his shoulders, and streaked with blood red. He is well built, obvious works out and is rather strong. Light hazel eyes, that change with his moods and surroundings. Fair skin, a scar runs down his cheek, arm and back. Usually dressed in pretty crappy cloths, ripped and old, and the colors so faded you can barely tell the original color. Though the only colors he tries to wear is black and red, but he can’t really be picky. Even with how well he is built, he is still rather underweight. Personality: He is quiet, and not very friendly. Seems more fearful of strangers then anything, despite the fact he could obviously stand up for himself. A loner, staying away from strange and people in general, saying they wouldn’t really like him anyway. Has a rather low self-esteem, thinking very lowly of himself, he’s not really a people person because of this. Lacks proper people skills and has little to no idea really how to face or talk to strangers. He has a rather dark personality, considered a pessimist. He always looks to the bad side of everything, and feels that no matter what something will go wrong. Not a very happy individual, though he tried to hide it from those round him. very loyal and loving to the few he lets it… it usually seems close to impossible to get him to open up… seems to feel everyone will turn out to hurt him. he seems used to people completely turning on him. He was usually the one shunned in school, for his odd behavior, no one bothered to get to know him. because of this, until he dropped out in about 5th grade he was getting really good grades, since his time went to studying. Refuses to talk about what is actually bothering him… he will ignore the fact he has a problem… He does have ‘violent fits’ when angry. But usually takes it out on a punching bag, pillow, wall, or other inanimate object. Though he is a rather good fighter, he did more fighting in his youth. He has never hit anyone out of a fight other then to protect himself and his daughter Past: he refuses to speak of it… maybe if you gain his trust and ask him he’ll tell you. Onlook, another day turned into night And there's a question what this one will be like So coming home to face again what he fears While the words rip from his skin Time crawls as he dreams of leaving this place Someday to have his own family But now the world is cold and only he knows What it's like to live in this pain One time he would love to hear his mother apologize For all the things she's said One time he would love to see his father's Anger die within Tears fall from the eyes of the young girl in her room Forced to take this abuse The old man's home again with a fight she will never win Her mother's on the floor and the blood is on the floor again One time she would love to see her father drop the bottle And she wonders if he ever will One time she would love to see a smile On her mother's face again In the eyes of a child where they never lie You can see hope for tomorrow And the innocence that never dies They're brought into this world torn in two Raised in the hatred created by you (bad post... had no idea what to say) [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date - - Don't Hide - - Louisa Kohler 15:28:52 09/19/04 Sun ~Sometimes hiding is what keeps me living~ -- Ruse, 16:13:12 09/19/04 Sun - - Life is for the Risks - - -- Louisa Kohler, 19:05:19 09/19/04 Sun ~Life is not worth the fight!~ -- Ruse, 20:56:32 09/19/04 Sun - - No But Life's Treasures Are - - -- Louisa Kohler, 16:16:16 09/20/04 Mon ~There are no Treasures~ -- Ruse, 17:23:47 09/20/04 Mon ~There are no Treasures~ (oopsy this one) -- Ruse and Chey, 17:24:49 09/20/04 Mon - - Plenty To Find - - -- Louisa Kohler, 19:10:00 09/20/04 Mon ~i don't know about that~ -- Ruse, 19:09:10 09/27/04 Mon