Post by madicecat on Mar 8, 2011 0:03:40 GMT -5
(OOC: I skipped over a bunch of my old history because I want to start anew. So if you were a part of my story, and I don't mention you, it's not personal, ok?)
Born in Battery City, under the name of HF0738230204BC, a code that stated I was a Human Female, born 7:38 a.m., on the twenty-third of February of 2004, in Battery City.
My father, who refused to take medication but also refused to give up a good paying job, raised me under the nickname Mouse, for my hair was thin and scraggly when I was a baby.
My mother left when I was five (she got in trouble with a SCARECROW) and her current whereabouts are unknown; some say she's dead, some say she joined the KillJoys, but nothing is certain.
When I was twelve, I had a rather nasty encounter with a Draculoid that tried to take me to the BL/ind headquarters for singing in the street. I still have the scars to that particular battle... anyways, my father hid me away in an abandoned cellar, which I quickly transformed into a make-shift library.
I quickly began negotiating: food, supplies, and shower privileges in exchange for books and CD's.
Tending to my library, I met a curious pair consisting of a Cat and a Wolf. They're good friends, though a little noisy. I'd much rather come and go unnoticed.
I'm now investigating into rumors about my mother's whereabouts. Maybe you have seen her?
Born in Battery City, under the name of HF0738230204BC, a code that stated I was a Human Female, born 7:38 a.m., on the twenty-third of February of 2004, in Battery City.
My father, who refused to take medication but also refused to give up a good paying job, raised me under the nickname Mouse, for my hair was thin and scraggly when I was a baby.
My mother left when I was five (she got in trouble with a SCARECROW) and her current whereabouts are unknown; some say she's dead, some say she joined the KillJoys, but nothing is certain.
When I was twelve, I had a rather nasty encounter with a Draculoid that tried to take me to the BL/ind headquarters for singing in the street. I still have the scars to that particular battle... anyways, my father hid me away in an abandoned cellar, which I quickly transformed into a make-shift library.
I quickly began negotiating: food, supplies, and shower privileges in exchange for books and CD's.
Tending to my library, I met a curious pair consisting of a Cat and a Wolf. They're good friends, though a little noisy. I'd much rather come and go unnoticed.
I'm now investigating into rumors about my mother's whereabouts. Maybe you have seen her?
Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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