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Post by +ZoMBie+ on Dec 19, 2009 11:30:39 GMT -5
NAME: Amanda
GENDER: Female
AGE: 33
APPEARANCE:
SIDE: (her own)
PERSONALITY: I am alone. I stand alone. I work alone. If you find me I will be alone, even with you there... You won't last long. I think this world deserves me, needs me. It needs me to kill the weak and helpless. If you can't survive a trap like I can then you deserve to die. If you hide, I will kill you, or force you into a trap to see how well you do. I will never follow the crowd, I will follow the traps. No one is better than I. I can survive any trap, at any given moment. Nothing can kill me. I won't have for it.Some may say this is the drug, but it's the truth. Some say that I don't know the facts and I need to be put in a 'home'... But I know the facts. I know who I am. I know what I can do. Do you know who I am? I am Amanda, the everlasting. I am Amanda, the undying.
HISTORY: I was never anything. I never knew my parents. I grew up with no one and it will stay that way.
SECRETS: What do I have to hold back?! Are you telling me that I have a SECRET!?
RP SAMPLE: The girl walked into the small shop. Her eyes scanned the empty place. It was new, and shiny. She had been here many times before, and she knew why she was here today. Her foot stepped into the store. Her mind flashed to the back room. No one ever looked within the storage boxes. No one ever knew what went on here. Amanda gazed around. Her eyes caught the checkout desk. They always hid.
The people always came to the shop to hide. They never thought of the tools surrounding them. They never thought of what those things could be used for. They never explored, just hid. Those were the ones who avoided the traps. They were the ones that deserved to die. If you couldn't survive a trap, you would surely die.
Amanda began to circle the store. Give the hider a self secure feeling, let them like that Amanda was safe. She walked through the shelves and back to the checkout. "Boo." Her voice was soft, and somehow sweet. This just made it worse. The person below the counter bolted up and ran. A chase began through the store, ending in a failed attempt. The person had escaped and left the highway, leaving Amanda empty handed. She glared before leaving. That was that, and nothing could change it.
GENDER: Female
AGE: 33
APPEARANCE:
SIDE: (her own)
PERSONALITY: I am alone. I stand alone. I work alone. If you find me I will be alone, even with you there... You won't last long. I think this world deserves me, needs me. It needs me to kill the weak and helpless. If you can't survive a trap like I can then you deserve to die. If you hide, I will kill you, or force you into a trap to see how well you do. I will never follow the crowd, I will follow the traps. No one is better than I. I can survive any trap, at any given moment. Nothing can kill me. I won't have for it.Some may say this is the drug, but it's the truth. Some say that I don't know the facts and I need to be put in a 'home'... But I know the facts. I know who I am. I know what I can do. Do you know who I am? I am Amanda, the everlasting. I am Amanda, the undying.
HISTORY: I was never anything. I never knew my parents. I grew up with no one and it will stay that way.
SECRETS: What do I have to hold back?! Are you telling me that I have a SECRET!?
RP SAMPLE: The girl walked into the small shop. Her eyes scanned the empty place. It was new, and shiny. She had been here many times before, and she knew why she was here today. Her foot stepped into the store. Her mind flashed to the back room. No one ever looked within the storage boxes. No one ever knew what went on here. Amanda gazed around. Her eyes caught the checkout desk. They always hid.
The people always came to the shop to hide. They never thought of the tools surrounding them. They never thought of what those things could be used for. They never explored, just hid. Those were the ones who avoided the traps. They were the ones that deserved to die. If you couldn't survive a trap, you would surely die.
Amanda began to circle the store. Give the hider a self secure feeling, let them like that Amanda was safe. She walked through the shelves and back to the checkout. "Boo." Her voice was soft, and somehow sweet. This just made it worse. The person below the counter bolted up and ran. A chase began through the store, ending in a failed attempt. The person had escaped and left the highway, leaving Amanda empty handed. She glared before leaving. That was that, and nothing could change it.
