| Subject: ~Life is not worth the fight!~ |
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Ruse
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Date Posted: 20:56:32 09/19/04 Sun
In reply to:
Louisa Kohler
's message, "- - Life is for the Risks - -" on 19:05:19 09/19/04 Sun
*he raised both eyebrows, shifting the child in his arm. The girl was fading off the sleep so the movement gained him a whine. He didn’t respond to her words, he had nothing to say. He looked to his daughter silently, brushing a strand of hair from her face. His movements gentle… his biggest fear was being like his father. He didn’t want to be his father. At the next question he lifted his head again, a smirk dancing across his lips* “I am hiding from nothing… no one” *nothing but memories… and his father’s impending court cases. He had told on his father finally, gave away his location. Since they were looking for him…… but he couldn’t stand there and face the man that terrorized him literally. He remembered everything, from his father’s harsh words to the screams of his victims… every one of them… he knew all their names. They had families… families that had loved them… there was nothing left to hide from, nothing but the screams of the past… the faces of the kids he could have saved if he had worked up the courage to say something… but that followed him no matter where he was. He was actually on a ‘wild goose chase’* “I am trying to find my mother” *he had no idea where to start though… what she looked like her name, or even his real name… he had no information to find her with. So this was stupid search that would turn up empty*
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
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