| Subject: ~There are no Treasures~ (oopsy this one) |
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Ruse and Chey
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Date Posted: 17:24:49 09/20/04 Mon
In reply to:
Louisa Kohler
's message, "- - No But Life's Treasures Are - -" on 16:16:16 09/20/04 Mon
*young girl shifted silently eyes fluttering open to glare at the woman as she leaned over her. Giving her a look as if she was ready to bite her hand off, or something. Keeping her icy blue eyes glared on the woman, she tightened her grip on her father’s neck resting her head down after the older fem moved away. Closing her eyes she yawned softly*
*He frowned slightly, his eyes lowered to the ground again. He had did a good job running from them. keeping everything completely locked away. But she was seemingly trying to bring it all back to the surface… something he refused to allow. He couldn’t allow it. The memories would tear him apart, if he did. They tried consuming him before which is why he locked them up. He raised both eyebrows at her, saying off handedly*
“her mother took off… abandoned her in the hospital after she was born… never even paid her the time of day”
*in truth he had no idea what if any questions she had on the child… but he just was answering what he often got asked… about where her mother was… in truth he had no idea where Raine disappeared too. A part of him didn’t give a damn. She had ‘hurt’ him… actually it was quite often pain. He had fallen into a abusive relationship. She was much like his father with the fact she needed to keep putting him down to feel good about herself. He took it, it was completely normal to him. To be constantly told how bad he was, he didn’t really know it was wrong. He grew quiet again after that. HE had taken the girl… she had listed him as the father… so he gained custody… luckily with little fight. He was 15, it took much fighting. She had to stay in the hospital for two weeks after the birth… and the first night she was brought home. he had left her in the handy down crib he managed to get to take a shower. Came out to find the thing completely flipped, the baby crying in a heap of blanket on the floor. He had taken off after that… he couldn’t raise his daughter in that environment. He feared for his daughters life…… he didn’t respond to her words… until the question on his mother came up. laughing dryily, it didn’t sound amused.*
“right… no one knows who my mother is… my father made sure that is hidden, I don’t even know her name… or my ‘birth name’ for that matter. Let alone where I was born all I know on her is she had legal guardianship of me”
*His mother had legally gained guardianship of him after the divorce. Him and his older sister. But his father hadn’t liked that, and kidnapped them. the problems started right away, but the real trouble started when his sister was 5 or 6, when he killed her. murdered his own daughter. A year later the other kids started showing up. young kids, never older then 10… he shook his head clearing it. Refusing to allow the thoughts to return. He had forced any thoughts of his older sister away long ago… convinced himself she never existed. It worked… not really. He had three older siblings in truth… two sisters and a brother… both girls were dead, his brother was taken away, by social services. After a neighbor reported, maltreatment in the home. after evestigating and fighting, burns, lacerations, bruises, broken bones and other injuries on the 8 month year old he was removed from the home. he had no idea of this brother… or his eldest sister. Never got to meet either of them… his sister was killed long before he was born… she had only been a few months old…*
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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