My name is Levi Purus. Just now, I came back from my first araw of school. I don't know why, but everyone, including my teacher were afraid of me. I didn't want to go back, but mom and dad told me I had to.
Some years later...
Today, I was pummeled again sa pamamagitan ng the local bullies. I can't tell why, but they seemed to be hurting themselves madami than they were hurting me. I guess that they act tough, but aren't.
Some days later...
I was in the principal's office for breaking a kid's arm while in wrestling class. It's not my fault they didn't tap out earlier. Is it?
Several years later...
I'm 15 now, and my parents decided to tell me everything. I was not their biological child. I was found sa pamamagitan ng them while I was wandering the streets of the city. They also sinabi I wasn't a cat, but something called a Banshee, whatever that is. They explained to me that my skeleton was thick and hard, which would explain why the bullies couldn't beat me up too badly. I aslo found out that I was stronger than most mobocanians. The as explained how I was able to break those arms like twigs, as I remember. I also found out that I narrowly escaped a genocide due to the fact that I was born after such an events.
I was lucky to be alive.
Some years later...
I found out I wasn't alone today. I saw another banshee, specifically, a female one. My parents taught me the distinguishing marks of a Banshee, and, effectively enough, she was a Banshee. We had a great time together. She sinabi that she'd like to spend some time with me tomorrow. Did she just ask me out on a date?
A few years later...
With school long gone, and both of us going to universities, with stable jobs, we're on our way to a good life.
One or two years later...
My mother died of be as in cancer. My girlfriend and I got an excused absence from the unibersidad to visit mother. She passed while we were all there. My life-savings went towards her funeral. Or, at least most of it. Father and my girlfriend helped paying it off.
A couple years later...
I proposed to my girlfriend today, and she accepted. The wedding was to be held a little less than a buwan away. With my doctorate, and my fiance's doctorate, we made enough money to support Father.
A buwan later...
My wife is pregnant with my child. Father cried when he saw his developing grandson on the sonograph. We banshees are smart, but I don't know how long he cried for.
Several months later...
After much planning, I will have an assistant of mine try to remove something I found inside my body called a 'core'. I found this sa pamamagitan ng using a personally engineered gamma sinag machine as an x sinag machine because x sinag machines weren't very helpful. I have reason to believe that if I can take it out of my body, the core can serve as an energy source. Assumming I syrvive the process.
Many weeks later...
I awoke from a comatose state caused sa pamamagitan ng the removal if my core. My assistant sinabi that I blacked out shortly after my core was removed, and that when she tried to put the core back, she couldn't because of a pader of light.
This was intriguing, so I took another gamma sinag test, and a white spot always appeared where my core previously was.
A taon later...
Father was murdered today. I cried, but I got this idea. All the wars in the world are caused sa pamamagitan ng anger, envy, fear, or some other emotion. If this is the root of the problem, then I intend to end it.
Several months later...
I developed a serum to nullify all emotion. I tested it, and it works like a dream. I intend to have this distributed world wide, and begin using the serum on myself.
A araw later...
I found out about a tournament that was being held. I decided to join. It would be a nice populated place to begin the distribution. I kissed my wife, son, and unborn daughter good-bye, and went on my way to enter the tournament.
This was going to be the first time I tested the serum on myself.
End, until further notice...
Some years later...
Today, I was pummeled again sa pamamagitan ng the local bullies. I can't tell why, but they seemed to be hurting themselves madami than they were hurting me. I guess that they act tough, but aren't.
Some days later...
I was in the principal's office for breaking a kid's arm while in wrestling class. It's not my fault they didn't tap out earlier. Is it?
Several years later...
I'm 15 now, and my parents decided to tell me everything. I was not their biological child. I was found sa pamamagitan ng them while I was wandering the streets of the city. They also sinabi I wasn't a cat, but something called a Banshee, whatever that is. They explained to me that my skeleton was thick and hard, which would explain why the bullies couldn't beat me up too badly. I aslo found out that I was stronger than most mobocanians. The as explained how I was able to break those arms like twigs, as I remember. I also found out that I narrowly escaped a genocide due to the fact that I was born after such an events.
I was lucky to be alive.
Some years later...
I found out I wasn't alone today. I saw another banshee, specifically, a female one. My parents taught me the distinguishing marks of a Banshee, and, effectively enough, she was a Banshee. We had a great time together. She sinabi that she'd like to spend some time with me tomorrow. Did she just ask me out on a date?
A few years later...
With school long gone, and both of us going to universities, with stable jobs, we're on our way to a good life.
One or two years later...
My mother died of be as in cancer. My girlfriend and I got an excused absence from the unibersidad to visit mother. She passed while we were all there. My life-savings went towards her funeral. Or, at least most of it. Father and my girlfriend helped paying it off.
A couple years later...
I proposed to my girlfriend today, and she accepted. The wedding was to be held a little less than a buwan away. With my doctorate, and my fiance's doctorate, we made enough money to support Father.
A buwan later...
My wife is pregnant with my child. Father cried when he saw his developing grandson on the sonograph. We banshees are smart, but I don't know how long he cried for.
Several months later...
After much planning, I will have an assistant of mine try to remove something I found inside my body called a 'core'. I found this sa pamamagitan ng using a personally engineered gamma sinag machine as an x sinag machine because x sinag machines weren't very helpful. I have reason to believe that if I can take it out of my body, the core can serve as an energy source. Assumming I syrvive the process.
Many weeks later...
I awoke from a comatose state caused sa pamamagitan ng the removal if my core. My assistant sinabi that I blacked out shortly after my core was removed, and that when she tried to put the core back, she couldn't because of a pader of light.
This was intriguing, so I took another gamma sinag test, and a white spot always appeared where my core previously was.
A taon later...
Father was murdered today. I cried, but I got this idea. All the wars in the world are caused sa pamamagitan ng anger, envy, fear, or some other emotion. If this is the root of the problem, then I intend to end it.
Several months later...
I developed a serum to nullify all emotion. I tested it, and it works like a dream. I intend to have this distributed world wide, and begin using the serum on myself.
A araw later...
I found out about a tournament that was being held. I decided to join. It would be a nice populated place to begin the distribution. I kissed my wife, son, and unborn daughter good-bye, and went on my way to enter the tournament.
This was going to be the first time I tested the serum on myself.
End, until further notice...
I had seen so many sites, about:
Bad Sonic tagahanga Characters
And there is so many critiques about EVERYTHING and EVERYONE designs of them.
So, I had come to this point of having 'good character'
No character isnt perfect.
If the owner loves it, that's all the matters.
You can have a detailed character, if you want so.
You can have simply character, if YOU want so.
There is only one think you must remember:
Make the character's disensyo fitting in her/him personality and his/her story.
Thank you.
Have a good night, I'm off to sleep now. >8'I
Bad Sonic tagahanga Characters
And there is so many critiques about EVERYTHING and EVERYONE designs of them.
So, I had come to this point of having 'good character'
No character isnt perfect.
If the owner loves it, that's all the matters.
You can have a detailed character, if you want so.
You can have simply character, if YOU want so.
There is only one think you must remember:
Make the character's disensyo fitting in her/him personality and his/her story.
Thank you.
Have a good night, I'm off to sleep now. >8'I
Ok, so I know a hedgehog whose life is dark... simple this story is about that hedgehog and their long, lost, forgotten life. How the good times turn to simply bad times. And that I know their life. How do I know this? I'm not a stalker nor a watch of life. This hedgehog is me... Shadey Grey the last dark user... the last hope of the planet Dark/Light. First off, dark users are like chaos users, they use dark power or darkness control and so do chaos users... they use chaos control. I never cared for anyone... not even you. Only that I Nawawala my family... my friends... everyone I knew and loved. And I seeked revenge for them... only to find new friends. mga kaibigan that could handle my anger... I become calm for some time. Yet, I still kill people for my family and friends...for anything I can remember.
-Shadey Grey, writer.
(Thank-you for pagbaba this intro, tell me if I should write this or not. I start susunod week. 1/12/12)
-Shadey Grey, writer.
(Thank-you for pagbaba this intro, tell me if I should write this or not. I start susunod week. 1/12/12)
