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Ruse
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Date Posted: 19:09:10 09/27/04 Mon
In reply to:
Louisa Kohler
's message, "- - Plenty To Find - -" on 19:10:00 09/20/04 Mon
“thanks” *his voice was soft, barely above a whisper. He had no choice but to raise her, and do the best he could… he wouldn’t put her through what he went through. he did his best to keep her safe and happy… but he knew he put her through another kind of hell. Living on the streets, had hardened the girl till she was way too tough, and cold for her young age. He hadn’t been prepared for a child… but with Raine running off what choice did he have… he had became a single parent at that point. He lifted his head again to look at her giving a weak shrug, a way of saying ‘whatever’. He didn’t care, which was him lying to himself, but what can ya do* “it’s fine” *he brushed his hand through his hair, looking to the bench before moving to take a seat*
Name: Ethan
Nickname: Rusé Ruse
Age: 18
Gender: Male
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 usualy takes it out on a punching bag, pillow, wall, or other inatamit 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: His father’s and mother’s relationship was doomed from the beginning. Starting dating at a young age, the relationship was never healthy. When his mom was 15 she got pregnant with their first child, a beautiful baby girl. Both his parents by now moved in with each other… to make a family. But the joy didn’t last long, by the time the baby was one she was taken from the home do to supposed child abuse. 3 years later he was born. The abuse by them escalated until his mother thought he was going to kill them. They were both only 18. she soon filed for divorce, and by the time he was one, they got it and she was granted custody of the child since there was proof of child abuse. this pissed off his father, and one day he picked him up from a baby sitter and never returned. He was raised harshly by his father. As the abuse was transferred onto him. HE was beaten constantly, as well as being verbally, mentally, and emotionally abused. When he asked about his mother, his father always answered she left because of him. that she hated him, because he was a ‘bad boy’ and that he was the reason they were alone. His mother didn’t love him, no one could. His father had, had a very low self-esteem problem himself. SO he belittled his son, to make himself feel better. Constantly telling him how useless he was, and how he disappointed him and he couldn’t believe he was his son. As time went on things got worse and worse. And one day when he was about 5 his father’s sanity seemed to snap completely. He started bringing home other kids torturing them and killing them. While locking his son in a room, to only hear the screams. He started avoiding home all together, terrified of what would happen next, and afraid he would be next. He made close friends with a group of kids, but when he was about 12 they had to move again. His father getting caught for the murders. He moved around a lot after that. every few months, to escape the cops. Then at the age of 14 they finally settled down for a while. That where he found Raine… something about her seemed to attack him to her, and it wasn’t long before he fell into a relationship with her. But the relationship was anything but healthy… she abused him. not physically, since he was taller and stronger. But emotionally, and mentally. Using his submissiveness to make him do things, and constantly ridiculed everything he did for her. Still he managed to get her pregnant, and his daughter was born when he was 15. she ditched the baby at the hospital. He took the baby home, and raised it. But with his atmosphere he had to bring the baby into he thought of giving it up. then his father went to far. When he was showering, his daughter had woken up, and started crying. The father having gotten annoyed, and instead of changing or feeding the two week old, he flipped the bed she was in. he came out to find the bed upside down, the baby trapped under it. Luckily and miraculously unharmed. He ran away after that, moving in with a fried, where he called the cops and turned his father in. but the home didn’t last over 6 months, and he was kicked out. he raised his daughter on the streets since. Last time he looked his father was arrested… not yet charged he refuses to follow the case
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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(so sorry for disappearing had a lot of hw then completely forgot about him…bad me please don’t kill me… hope your still here)
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