Post by Chrissy on Jun 16, 2020 1:06:03 GMT -5
Character you wish to be:
Val
Forum Name: Val as well Please
Planet you want to start on:
Earth
(Customs Only) Character Race:
celestial- human hybrid, celestial dominant
Celestial: once per month may go to the ND; Flaw- can not obtain or use mystic and Daemon forms
Human: Sense and leadership
(Customs only) Distribute 2,250 points
Strength:400
Speed:450
Toughness:400
Stamina:550
Vitality:450
Determination: 2
Charisma: 1
Intelligence: 0
Pick one green fundamental to start with (list here):
Kiai
How did you find this site:
Referred by Zyren
If you were referred by a member, name them for +100 all stats & +10 DP (they get +10 DP too):
Zyren
(Required) Email Address: Chrisxe101@gmail.com
Sample:
So, like most individuals, childhood is vague, and we rely on our parents to help guide us and remind us of our embarrassing moments. However, how do you survive when you can't trust the ones who are supposed to love you?
A baby abandoned along the highway with lungs you could hear for miles cries for an indeterminate amount of time. A couple barely old enough to be considered adults is driving back from dinner when the woman hears the cry and begs her husband to stop for 5 minutes so she could track the baby down. The husband, after a moment of contemplation, reluctantly pulls over to the side and times her... Threatening to leave her here if she takes more than four minutes. She runs from the car, knowing his threats are never bluffs.
She hears the deafening cry, and she is lost in a memory for just a moment as she remembers how she used to hear that sound every night from her own baby who mysteriously passed away. She refocuses from her past and runs toward the crying, afraid of what state she will find the child. For a baby to cry so loud for so long and not give up… it either must have astounding perseverance or must have been loved before. Either way there was no way she was giving up on this baby. She couldn’t.
She tracks down the source of the wailing to a baby girl. She is the size of a preemie, but she has a full head of orange hair with streaks of purple, like the sky above. She was swaddled in a paper-thin cloth. Dangling from a pristine black ribbon was something that almost looked like a broken coin. It was scratched and pieces missing. All she could make out was the “VAL”.
BEEEEEEEEEEEP
Times up. Time to go. She scoops the swaddled baby and runs for the car.
“So, you found it. Now what?” her husband demands.
“You head home. I will walk down to the police station and see what they can do.”
“Just get it taken care of, Liv,” he demands as speeds down the winding back roads home. Once home he staggers into the house a little less sober than the wife would have liked, but that’s typical. Date night and every night, he drinks far too much.
Once she sees her husband is inside, she heads to the garage. She stored all of her late infant son’s belongings here. While holding VAL, she unburied the car seat. Almost in tears as the past comes crashing in waves, she gets the child settled in. She quietly buckles the child into the car, and silently drives toward the station. However, the police made her aware that her options were to put her into foster care or to take care of the infant until the family could be tracked down. Liv looked down at the sleeping infant. She missed the hold of a child. She wanted safety for the unusually small girl.
“I will keep her. Val will come home with me. This is my contact info incase the family does come looking for her. I doubt it, but you never know. Thank gentleman. Have a good night.”
As she walks outs, she wonders how she will tell Jack. Liv knew that he didn’t want children. He was pissed when she told him she was pregnant with their son, Tristen. She shivered from the memory of his hand around her throat as he slammed her into the wall demanding how it happened, knowing it was his but thinking that unlikely meant impossible when it came to Liv’s ability to bear children. He isn’t usually violent to her, just when he is emotional… or drunk. She wanted a second chance at a child no matter what Jack said.
When she got home, he was dead asleep on the couch. Knowing he wouldn’t wake up till morning; she brought the nursery items back up to the empty room. Liv set it up exactly like Tristen’s room, except for the name specific items. She set herself up a makeshift bed next to Tristen’s Val’s crib. Val slept silently that night. The next morning Jack heads upstairs. As the last stair creaks, Liv stirs awake. Still unsure how to explain, he starts, “I’m not even surprised. I should be, but I’m not.”
She just stares. This is not the reaction she was expecting, but she will take it. She pulls herself together. “I did try, but they wanted to put her in the system. I--”
“What’s its name?”
“Her name is Val.”
This became Val’s new home. Her new life. Every year they celebrated her ‘birthday’ on the night her new mother found her. Her new father was the same drunk he was before, but with a new victim in the house to torment. As the years passed, he got more aggressive and her mother more passive. Around 8, she managed to find a way of slipping away to the garden. She would sing with the birds. They always made her smile; with one in particular that became her best friend. It was unusually small compared to the rest, like Val. This small swallow came every day. This tiny bird kept her company and sung with her every day; even as the others came and went, this particular tree swallow stayed as long as Val did. She had the most beautifully smooth voice when she sang. It was almost inhuman the way she could mimic the animals and sing with them. This space was the only safe one she had here. So, she clung to her broken necklace, the only piece of her past she had left, and sung.
She lived this way for years. Till about 16, when her father crossed a line farther than ever before. He had more alcohol in his system than Val thought possible. Her mother was a work when her father came onto her. He made comments about her developing body, but she ignored every comment. But now. She could ignore words. She couldn’t ignore the looks anymore. She couldn’t ignore his hands on her. She felt helpless.
“Stop. Please stop,” Val cried almost inaudibly. He couldn’t hear her over his labored, drunken breathing. She gasped for a breath. She then screamed in the highest pitch she could manage with such a small breath, but it was enough. He covered his ears staggering away. Val swore she saw red liquid on his hands as he brought them down in front of him, but she had no time to waste. She ran toward the garden and beyond. She ran and ran. No idea where but away from here.
Val
Forum Name: Val as well Please
Planet you want to start on:
Earth
(Customs Only) Character Race:
celestial- human hybrid, celestial dominant
Celestial: once per month may go to the ND; Flaw- can not obtain or use mystic and Daemon forms
Human: Sense and leadership
(Customs only) Distribute 2,250 points
Strength:400
Speed:450
Toughness:400
Stamina:550
Vitality:450
Determination: 2
Charisma: 1
Intelligence: 0
Pick one green fundamental to start with (list here):
Kiai
How did you find this site:
Referred by Zyren
If you were referred by a member, name them for +100 all stats & +10 DP (they get +10 DP too):
Zyren
(Required) Email Address: Chrisxe101@gmail.com
Sample:
So, like most individuals, childhood is vague, and we rely on our parents to help guide us and remind us of our embarrassing moments. However, how do you survive when you can't trust the ones who are supposed to love you?
A baby abandoned along the highway with lungs you could hear for miles cries for an indeterminate amount of time. A couple barely old enough to be considered adults is driving back from dinner when the woman hears the cry and begs her husband to stop for 5 minutes so she could track the baby down. The husband, after a moment of contemplation, reluctantly pulls over to the side and times her... Threatening to leave her here if she takes more than four minutes. She runs from the car, knowing his threats are never bluffs.
She hears the deafening cry, and she is lost in a memory for just a moment as she remembers how she used to hear that sound every night from her own baby who mysteriously passed away. She refocuses from her past and runs toward the crying, afraid of what state she will find the child. For a baby to cry so loud for so long and not give up… it either must have astounding perseverance or must have been loved before. Either way there was no way she was giving up on this baby. She couldn’t.
She tracks down the source of the wailing to a baby girl. She is the size of a preemie, but she has a full head of orange hair with streaks of purple, like the sky above. She was swaddled in a paper-thin cloth. Dangling from a pristine black ribbon was something that almost looked like a broken coin. It was scratched and pieces missing. All she could make out was the “VAL”.
BEEEEEEEEEEEP
Times up. Time to go. She scoops the swaddled baby and runs for the car.
“So, you found it. Now what?” her husband demands.
“You head home. I will walk down to the police station and see what they can do.”
“Just get it taken care of, Liv,” he demands as speeds down the winding back roads home. Once home he staggers into the house a little less sober than the wife would have liked, but that’s typical. Date night and every night, he drinks far too much.
Once she sees her husband is inside, she heads to the garage. She stored all of her late infant son’s belongings here. While holding VAL, she unburied the car seat. Almost in tears as the past comes crashing in waves, she gets the child settled in. She quietly buckles the child into the car, and silently drives toward the station. However, the police made her aware that her options were to put her into foster care or to take care of the infant until the family could be tracked down. Liv looked down at the sleeping infant. She missed the hold of a child. She wanted safety for the unusually small girl.
“I will keep her. Val will come home with me. This is my contact info incase the family does come looking for her. I doubt it, but you never know. Thank gentleman. Have a good night.”
As she walks outs, she wonders how she will tell Jack. Liv knew that he didn’t want children. He was pissed when she told him she was pregnant with their son, Tristen. She shivered from the memory of his hand around her throat as he slammed her into the wall demanding how it happened, knowing it was his but thinking that unlikely meant impossible when it came to Liv’s ability to bear children. He isn’t usually violent to her, just when he is emotional… or drunk. She wanted a second chance at a child no matter what Jack said.
When she got home, he was dead asleep on the couch. Knowing he wouldn’t wake up till morning; she brought the nursery items back up to the empty room. Liv set it up exactly like Tristen’s room, except for the name specific items. She set herself up a makeshift bed next to Tristen’s Val’s crib. Val slept silently that night. The next morning Jack heads upstairs. As the last stair creaks, Liv stirs awake. Still unsure how to explain, he starts, “I’m not even surprised. I should be, but I’m not.”
She just stares. This is not the reaction she was expecting, but she will take it. She pulls herself together. “I did try, but they wanted to put her in the system. I--”
“What’s its name?”
“Her name is Val.”
This became Val’s new home. Her new life. Every year they celebrated her ‘birthday’ on the night her new mother found her. Her new father was the same drunk he was before, but with a new victim in the house to torment. As the years passed, he got more aggressive and her mother more passive. Around 8, she managed to find a way of slipping away to the garden. She would sing with the birds. They always made her smile; with one in particular that became her best friend. It was unusually small compared to the rest, like Val. This small swallow came every day. This tiny bird kept her company and sung with her every day; even as the others came and went, this particular tree swallow stayed as long as Val did. She had the most beautifully smooth voice when she sang. It was almost inhuman the way she could mimic the animals and sing with them. This space was the only safe one she had here. So, she clung to her broken necklace, the only piece of her past she had left, and sung.
She lived this way for years. Till about 16, when her father crossed a line farther than ever before. He had more alcohol in his system than Val thought possible. Her mother was a work when her father came onto her. He made comments about her developing body, but she ignored every comment. But now. She could ignore words. She couldn’t ignore the looks anymore. She couldn’t ignore his hands on her. She felt helpless.
“Stop. Please stop,” Val cried almost inaudibly. He couldn’t hear her over his labored, drunken breathing. She gasped for a breath. She then screamed in the highest pitch she could manage with such a small breath, but it was enough. He covered his ears staggering away. Val swore she saw red liquid on his hands as he brought them down in front of him, but she had no time to waste. She ran toward the garden and beyond. She ran and ran. No idea where but away from here.
