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*A gruff voice
Appearance: 
Name: Lewis Morte
Age: 17
Unique Quality: In his sleep, he dies. His pulse flatlines and the symptons of death occur.
Weakness: He suffers from post trumatic event disorder where fragments of a past he has forgotten had brought down guilt and sorrow on him from a very young age. Which affects him today.
Also in his sleeps he experiences horrific nightmares that only help to break his bond with sanity.
Extras(Backstory from his PoV)
I can remember the nights, the nights when I was left alone. Alone, shaking in my cot as the doctors walked past us all, they would choose one and that person would be taken, the nurses would smile and say they were being brought home. I had asked why I could not go back.
I remember nothing of home, nothing but tears, smoke and death. Prehaps it had been a dream, no that was before.
I remember my turn, I remember screaning and grabbing the bedpost. I remember the cool fiery needle being injected and my body going slack. The rest was just haze, I was tired, so very tired. So I slept.
I remember feeling a feeling a hand touch my wrist, I remember the gruff person comment "No pulse." and continue.
I remember smoke, fire and noise, noise of lives being cut short.
I remember coughing, sitting up and looking around, the man saw me get up and spoke to no one around him, I remember it confusing me. People all crowded me, I remember how they offered me water and told me not to move. Then once I was seen as okay, I remember the black gloved hand grip my arm.
Now I am locked in here, I find company with all the things around me, They say if It never happened. I would be normal, I would be home.
All I have to keep me company is mere pieces of card with sketchs of designs on them. The doctor said that they would help me focus, so he taugh me to play with them. He won, he always won but it was for the time it lasted, enjoyable. Then he deemed me as a lost cause. Deviant. A freak.
But I'm perfectly normal, there is nothing wrong with me.
I want to go home.
Name: Lewis Morte
Age: 17
Unique Quality: In his sleep, he dies. His pulse flatlines and the symptons of death occur.
Weakness: He suffers from post trumatic event disorder where fragments of a past he has forgotten had brought down guilt and sorrow on him from a very young age. Which affects him today.
Also in his sleeps he experiences horrific nightmares that only help to break his bond with sanity.
Extras(Backstory from his PoV)
I can remember the nights, the nights when I was left alone. Alone, shaking in my cot as the doctors walked past us all, they would choose one and that person would be taken, the nurses would smile and say they were being brought home. I had asked why I could not go back.
I remember nothing of home, nothing but tears, smoke and death. Prehaps it had been a dream, no that was before.
I remember my turn, I remember screaning and grabbing the bedpost. I remember the cool fiery needle being injected and my body going slack. The rest was just haze, I was tired, so very tired. So I slept.
I remember feeling a feeling a hand touch my wrist, I remember the gruff person comment "No pulse." and continue.
I remember smoke, fire and noise, noise of lives being cut short.
I remember coughing, sitting up and looking around, the man saw me get up and spoke to no one around him, I remember it confusing me. People all crowded me, I remember how they offered me water and told me not to move. Then once I was seen as okay, I remember the black gloved hand grip my arm.
Now I am locked in here, I find company with all the things around me, They say if It never happened. I would be normal, I would be home.
All I have to keep me company is mere pieces of card with sketchs of designs on them. The doctor said that they would help me focus, so he taugh me to play with them. He won, he always won but it was for the time it lasted, enjoyable. Then he deemed me as a lost cause. Deviant. A freak.
But I'm perfectly normal, there is nothing wrong with me.
I want to go home.
Redwing said
Nope, you have a reserved spot. We're still patiently waiting on you and the drunk guy.
Well hello to you too Redwing, and its a reference to the Drunken Huntsman from skyrim.
Please PM me when up, I will join the actual thread
MisuChan said
Why don't anyone reply then. DX
I can not reply til your character replies to Kalder, I will admit activity is slacking for a lot of people, but many I ask, is just half a hour, ever few days so hard to do? Come on, This thread will die if people stop replying, It uae been nearly two weeks since the last post, Its ridiculous. On most sites that is enough to have the thread taken down for inactivit, After so much time invested on Vampiric masters, is it too hard to try to not let time, both yours and others go to waste? Because, almost two weeks. Without a single post, It is a absolute joke.
"Is not death just rest from this cruel worlds?" He could kill if he had to, through that suggestion of breaking arms... He knew from experience that pain could paralyse a person if the agony was enough. Still, he would prefer just not to get involved in fights at all, It would still cause implications for him.
"I will pass on the rape, but murder... If it comes to it." He spoke those words as he examined the button, Maybe if he could not solve the problem himself. "If I do get put in the situation that I end the life of a human, What would be the consequence?"
I'm back, hopefully for a while
sorry for not replying, internets down until weekend and I would hate to type it up on a public computer in the library
He looked at the clothes, first of all praticality. He rummaged through the clothes until he came back with a pair of jeans, a waterproof coat, a plain black t-shirt and a pair of steel toe-cap boots. He laid them in a pile as he looked around. "Something casual..." He said as he picked up anothe rblack tee-shirt, a pair of track bottoms, a black hoodie and a pair of trainers. Placing them down next to the first pair he finally grabbed a plain white shirt, a black blazer. some trousers and shoes. He finally picked up some basic underwear and socks along with some gardening gloves before placing it all down.
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