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oxoxoxox☇RICHARD LAWSON
oxoxoxox﹙ WE FEAR WHAT LIVES AT NIGHT...﹚
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxobefore the infection: he was a sixteen year old high school student
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoThe years of my life: nineteen
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoCan't you tell? I am a: male
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoI can't get enough of those: chicks
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoMy theme song: Uninstall // Geekyfandubs
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoLove them: sweets, books, his twin
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoBurn them: scientists who played god, infected, the dark
Dear Diary...
Rickey grew up an army brat, as so to say. His father made a career of the military and moved his family around almost constantly. This was never a problem though for the boy, he was lucky enough to have his siblings; twin sister, Elizabeth (Beth) and older brother, Caleb. Almost constantly were the three together as they settled into their new homes, over the years living in places such as; India, United Kingdom, Canada, and even a small stay in Israel. This though, put a small gap on their social lives, so when his father finally retired from the military and settled down in Baltimore, Rickey and Beth acted as if they had been sent to live on another planet.
By this time, Caleb had already left for college, the University of Michigan, and the twins pretty much stayed together in school. While Beth was an honor student, Rickey became the family screw up. In school, he struggled in most of his classes, not because he was slow, but because he was lazy. Often he would brag that he had not done any homework since the third grade and often failed tests by not coming to class, Because of this, his father was constantly on his back, telling him that if he did not apply himself then he could pretty much consider himself a failure.
When he reached his sophomore year of high school, Rickey was on a fast track to nowhere. He was on strict academic probation and on the “beyond help” list of most of his teachers. Before the year was even halfway over he dropped out. But then the virus happened. At first, everyone thought that it was going to be no big deal and that the world health organization would come up with some vaccine against it before anybody’s life was messed up. When the virus went airborne, their lives changed forever.
At first, when people began getting sick, they died, that was fifty percent of the human population, including Caleb and Rickey’s mother. The Lawsons were devastated, but the loss of their family members, but there was much more to worry about. Evacuations began taking place, the Red Cross taking over the evacuation ships to try and take the uninfected people out of the heavily populated areas. When the twins went to the ships though, the officials there were doing strange tests on everyone to see if they were “infected”. Not understanding what this meant, the three underwent the tests.
Rickey was the only one who passed. That night, Beth was the first to take sick, exhibiting strange symptoms. A few hours later his father did the same. The boy’s last memory of his family was when he was being dragged away by the soldiers, his sister screaming out for him, blood coming from her eyes. The next day, he found himself in a small evacuation group on one of the ships.
The ships were only supposed to be temporary; the virus outbreak itself was supposed to only last a month or two at the most before a cure could be found. Weeks past, as did months, until six months later, the evacuation ship ran low on supplies and docked on dry land. The world that Rickey came back to was the last thing that he had every expected or could imagine. Survival became his top priority as he watched the others in the group both get sick and become one of the infected, or they were destroyed by the “Night seekers”, his name for the infected.
After a few months, Rickey was the last one still alive. He took to gathering food and taking care of himself by day, and at night, that was when he became an animal and hid. One year after the outbreak, and after months of traveling the country, he arrived back home in Baltimore. Since then, he has taken shelter in his old family home, not seeing many people in years.
The way I am...
Rickey’s personality is a complicated one at best. He is a boy that has lost his whole family and watched as those around him died or became the one thing that he fears the most, the night seekers. Since he was a child, he had always been a bit apathetic and sarcastic, never being the type to fit into any social groups, this also being due to the fact that he had moved around a lot. he has never been the most motivated person, often doing the minimal amount that was required of him to get the job done, thus explaining his bad grades in school and lack of friends.
✘ox the sweet far thingox
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oxoxoxox☇ IAN STEWART
oxoxoxox﹙ WE FEAR WHAT LIVES AT NIGHT...﹚
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxobefore the infection: A twenty year old CEO
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoThe years of my life: Twenty-Three
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoCan't you tell? I am a: Male
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoI can't get enough of those: Beautiful Women
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoMy theme song: Sadistic Vampire//Kagamine Len
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoLove them: Reading, Chocolate and the Stars
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoBurn them: The Infected, My Old Man and Rain
Dear Diary...
Ian was born to a Scottish father and a British mother. His mother was an heiress to a huge fortune and his father was a low class artist. They met one day in a park and fell instantly in love. However, their respective family were against their marriage causing them to elope. They left Britain and went to Wyoming,USA where Ian was born. After Ian's birth, things began going down hill.
Ian's mother did not know how to cook and clean-a result of being pampered her whole life- and his father could not hold down a job. At first they tried to make things work and in the beginning they found that they could just barely get by on pawning his mother's jewelry and his father's average paintings; but then costs went up and Ian's father turned to drinking. Soon he came home drunk almost every night and eventually that became every night. His father never blamed his beautiful and loving wife for their misfortune, no, he blamed their only son.
Ian grew up recieving his father's beatings and verbal abuse. At school he carefully hid his scars and bruises, and went about like any other elementary, middle schooler and high schooler. However, and one day couldn't take it anymore and that night he packed the little things he had, took all of his parent's money and left at the age of fifteen. For the next three years Ian traveled, earning money by doing odd jobs here and there and by stealing. He eventually came under the care of an elderly couple who had no children, they cleaned him up, sent him to college, and gave him the love that his parent's did give. He had found a family.
In school, Ian excelled now that he had a family to back him up; he had impressive grades and a charismatic attitude. He was the perfect student; smart, atlethic, rich and handsome. He made friends, graduated early and got a position as a CEO for a major company. Life was good, until the virus began.
At first, Ian wasn't concerned and went about living his life, earning thousands and going to parties to meet women, however when his surrogate parents contracted the virus and died from it he became worried. He hired the best doctors and scientists available to care for him until the epedemic died off. However, he didn't get sick, everyone else did and the epedemic worsened; even his best doctors couldn't find a cure for the virus and Ian really began to worry when even they contracted the disease.
After that, Ian was quickly sent to evacuate with other non-infected people and at first things were okay, until the virus when airborn. Now even more people began to get sick an Ian was forced to travel around once more.
Currently he's found himself in Baltimore, Maryland.
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Ian grew up in a abusive household which explains his deep rooted hatred for his father. He vows with all of his being to not be like his father in any way and is no stranger to pain, with his younger self taking beatings everyday. Despite being physically and verbally abused, he turned out strong willed and refuses to admit defeat. He is cunning, deceptive and street smart because of his years on the street and even forged his high school diploma and transcript to get into college since he never graduated high school. In college he learned how to sweet talk people and honed his charm. When he became a rich CEO, he became arrogant becaus he could get away with many things and used money to keep people quiet. Because of his lavish lifestyle, he became easy-going as he could do what he wanted when he wanted.
He was able to buy reliable weaponry and clothes with his millions. Ian started smoking in college to deal with stress and has recently picked up the habit once more. He is afraid of becoming like his father and of losing those he cares about, though there hasn't been anyone like that since his surrogate parent's death.
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 11:12 pm
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oxoxoxox☇Daniel Garren
oxoxoxox﹙ WE FEAR WHAT LIVES AT NIGHT...﹚
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxobefore the infection: Former special forces/ Hazmat containment
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoThe years of my life: 27
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoCan't you tell? I am a: male
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoI can't get enough of those: chicks, Gotta love'm
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoMy theme song:This is war
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoLove them: Women,Guns,food,old TV shows, and Japanese anime's ever since he was a kid.
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoBurn them: infected, greedy people who don't realize the world has come to an end.
Dear Diary...
Daniel grew up in a military family his father was a Marine, his brother a pilot for the Air force. He became a Army ranger at the age of 22, one of the youngest in the team. He was an expert Marksmen and a skilled user of CQB hand to hand. Although being in the Military he is not very violent and even down right opposed to fighting, But it doesn't mean he isn't willing to fight. When the Infection broke out he had just joined the Military's hazardous containment and removal team. Where he witnessed the Dire situation face to face, He realized it wasn't going to end well. So he decided to take what he could and leave convincing several of his team members to follow.
When the Infection, fully broke out He and three others in his group secured 2 APC's and a large amounts of supplies. But this didn't last, They soon resorted to scavenging for supplies. They did how ever had a large amount of guns and ammo, they offered protection to a group of survivors which lasted awhile but on one mission they lost track of the time and were ambushed by the infected in the city. He lost and his men lost the other APC and roughly half their supplies.
After a few months his other team members soon fell victim to the infection. He was forced to execute the in order to save them from turning into one of them.
Daniel soon befriended a Technical wize who was able to keep his APC fully operational and even make some crude weapons to help fight the infected. He now travels with this technical genius
The way I am...
Daniel is quite caring, and compassionate, but in battle is calculated and efficient only using his firearm as a last resort. He knows all to well the feeling of loss, He lost most of his team to the infected. How ever he is glad that the majority of his family died from the infection and not becoming infected. He can sometimes be a bit to caring to the point where its near reckless. He is willing to risk his life to save another only asking if he becomes bitten that he be put down before he becomes infected.
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oxoxoxox☇VERONICA MARIE NATELING
oxoxoxox﹙ WE FEAR WHAT LIVES AT NIGHT. . .﹚
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoBefore the infection: Sixteen year old highschool cheerleader.
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoThe years of my life: Nineteen.
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoCan't you tell? I am a: Girl.
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoI can't get enough of those: Guys.
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoMy theme song: Hot Mess // Cobra Starship
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoLove them: music, chocolate, being social
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoBurn them: the infected, the dark/night, being alone
Dear Diary...
Veronica Jo, likes to be called Ronnie, was born and raised in New York, New York. As a city girl, she was always in style and up to date on everything. She was filthy rich, her father being a very successful plastic surgeon and her step mother was a lawyer. She didn't know her real mother, and didn't real mind that. She loved her step mother.
Veronica was a cheerleader in school, got straight A's, and was a social butterfly. She was almost always texting someone or talking to someone. She hated being quiet or not moving. This was also because of her ADD. Like any other highschool girl, Veronica was boy crazy. She loved boys to the extreme, and was almost never single. Her longest relationship ever was with her homecoming date, a junior, Jace Worthington.
On homecoming night, she went though the whole shibang, getting her pictures taken in Central Park, going out to eat, and when the sun went down, they went to the dance. She was having a great time, until the infected showed up. They terrorized the place, destroying person after person. Ronnie and Jace hid in a closet, listening for hours as their classmates got mauled no more than three feet in front of them.
When it came to about eight o clock, they left the closet and went outside. New York was in chaos. They made their way to both of their houses, finding neither of their parents, collected some stuff, and evacuated. They lived for years together, the two of them the only people they knew. Yes, their relationship grew very strong and very deep. Ronnie would say she was in love with him, and he would say the same to her. They constantly reminded eachother of this fact for they never knew when the other was goign to be gone.
About six months ago, they had been driving down a back road, trying fast to get to the nearest town before sunset. Suddenly, a very scared dear ran out in front of them. They hit it at 95mph, and Jace went though the window. The SUV's front was smashed in, but everything else was fine. Ronnie was able to leave the car, mostly unharmed for she had been wearing her seat belt and the airbag on her side had worked. Jace was a mangled mess of blood and sticking out bones. After trying unsucessfully to wake Jace up and to help him, she heard growls. She looked up to see about ten infected no more than five feet from her. They starred at her, glancing from the shadow line and back to her. Leaving Jace there was the hardest thing she had ever done. She didn't even know if he was alive, but she still told him that she loved and kissed him one last time before leaving.
She doesn't know what happened to him, and never will. The same goes with her parents and everyone else she knew. For the first time in her life, she is utterly alone. Now she is on a motorcycle, heading towards the city of Baltimore to stock up. She has been alone for months now, and hopes to find survivors soon.
The way I am...
Ronnie is a very fierce yet kind person. She is thick headed and stubborn, but mostly very sweet. She can be rude, but likes to be kind. She has a slight case of bipolar along with her ADD. Veronica has a deathly fear of the dark, so the infected haunting the night do not help her facing her fear. She is good at hiding her fear, though, and showing courage. She is very loyal and trustworthy and keep any secret. She feels she is going insane from being alone for so long. It is not good for a social person like herself to be alone for this amount of time. She has started talking aloud to herself, giving herself commands and telling herself stories. It is the only way she can calm herself, to hear the voice of someone, even if it is her own voice.
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oxoxoxox☇Selenia Maureen Rookwood
oxoxoxox﹙ WE FEAR WHAT LIVES AT NIGHT...﹚
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxobefore the infection: Seventeen year old student/cashier
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoThe years of my life: Twenty
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoCan't you tell? I am a: Girl
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoI can't get enough of those: Guys.
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoMy theme song: Paradise Lost by Hollywood Undead
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoLove them: Raspberry bubblegum, blue stuff, long naps
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoBurn them: High temperatures, losing sleep, spicy foods
Dear Diary...
Selenia was born to a runaway teenager living on the streets. Her mother, Julianna, had been kicked out by her parents once she revealed her pregnancy to them, and had taken to living under bridges or in alleyways, eventually winding up in the house of a drug dealer, Carson Wells, she hooked up with. He wasn't particularly nasty to her, but he wasn't the nicest person either. But he was kind to the infant Selenia and treated her well, and that was all Julianna cared about. She didn't like the fact she had to worry about their safety, Carson being a drug dealer and all, but there was no other option but to stay.
Once Selenia entered high school, her mother's and her boyfriend's lifestyle had an obvious effect on her. She hung out with the 'hopeless' kids, the ones who had already committed crimes like theft, drug dealing, and one even committed armed robbery. Even she had earned herself a record, stealing several times from neighbors and convenience stores. It was all she knew, after all.
After entering her senior year, Julianna's boyfriend was killed in a drug deal gone bad. With no income and fearing for her child's safety and future, Julianna packed them both up and moved out of their little town in California to a small town near Baltimore. She got a job as a waitress, and made Selenia get one at the same diner too. Julianna even managed to get Selenia to change her ways a bit and stop stealing. She never did get her to stop skipping school a lot.
When a cure for cancer was announced, Selenia really didn't think much of it. But when people started to get really, really sick, and hospitals started filling up, she did care. She hated to admit it, but she was scared. A month later her mother became sick as well. Unable to get her to a hospital, she cared for her as best as she could. But by the end of January 2011, her mother died in her arms. While out digging a grave for her in their backyard, Selenia was attacked by her reanimated corpse. She crushed her skull with the shovel, albeit reluctantly, and made a hasty getaway in her car. After that, she started to hop from town to town. Sometimes, she even found a fellow survivor or two and teamed up, only to end up alone again when the infected got them.
The way I am...
Selenia is a pretty guarded person. After she lost her mother and many others to the infection, made her want to keep people out and not trust anyone. This is because she doesn't want to feel the pain of loss anymore; so, not letting people in would keep the pain out, or at least from her point of view. She also doesn't trust easily. She'll work with someone only if it's necessary or they manage to earn her trust. She is very level-headed, keeping her wits about whenever in times of danger. She is also very claustrophobic, so she drives mostly in large vehicles. She'll take a small one only if there isn't any other choice. Selenia has a couple of tattoos on her back and her wrist--the one on her back is clockwork angel wings, and the one on her wrist is a ring of thorny blue roses.
✘ox La Reine Rose Noireox
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oxoxoxox☇ DAVITO CORLEONE
oxoxoxox﹙ WE FEAR WHAT LIVES AT NIGHT...﹚
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxobefore the infection: Twnety-nine year old Consiliari to... his esteemed donship.
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoThe years of my life: Thirty-two
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoCan't you tell? I am a: Male
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoI can't get enough of those: Heterosexual
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoMy theme song: The Godfather Waltz
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoLove them: Italian food, Anything untraceable, both simplicity and complexity
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoBurn them: Disturbing people, Ridiculous people, People with loose lips
Dear Diary...
Davito was born in a small village in Italy called Corleone. Corleone is not only small, but also poor, and stricken with the mob. The only two ways to survive were to stay under the radar, or join them. Davito chose the mob. Davito started out small, like any other. But he was quickly recognized to be too smart for grunt work. He was pulled out of the lower levels, and sent to America to work with the Don's brother. The Dons brother, another Don, was a far more benevolent leader. Mainly because he could afford to be. Davito learned well over the years, and sure enough, the Consiliari of the Don was murdered by a rival mob, and Davito was the very first to be selected to replace him. Davito was proven to be an effective Consiliari when the mob decided to take revenge for the murder of his predecessor. Davito, it turns out, was not just a good consiliari, but also a good war-time consiliari. Davito managed the entire war, keeping it under the radar, and whatnot. It goes without saying who won.
Davito was happy with his life. it was a good life, and he had definitely earned it. But unfortunately, it was not meant to last. The Don, a man of older years, discovered that he had cancer. He wasn't confident about the kimo, but when this new cure for cancer appeared, teh don was all to happy to try it. And being who he was, he had little trouble getting it. He was fin for a short while, then died. Davito was left the entire family. Davito managed the family as best he could, but even his management couldn't survive the apocalypse. Davito was only lucky he was immune. Everyone else he knew... not so much.
The way I am...
Davito has learned most of his method for life, his mannerisms, and pretty much everything else about himself, from the mob. He knows how to deal with people. He knows how to get what he wants. He knows how to get other people what they want. And he knows how to kill someone without ever being suspected of killing. Davito knows negotiation, and despite his temper, Davito holds one very simple truth close to his heart: NEVER let anyone knows your emotions. If someone knows you emotions, they can manipulate you. And that's not something he can afford.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 9:12 pm
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oxoxoxox☇JACK THADIUS SANTANGELO
oxoxoxox﹙ WE FEAR WHAT LIVES AT NIGHT...﹚
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxobefore the infection: I am not only a College Drop-Out but I was a Bike Courier
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoThe years of my life: Twenty-four
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoCan't you tell? I am a: male
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoI can't get enough of those: ladies I guess but I can't right now
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoMy theme song: Woodkid-Iron
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoLove them: Fixies, Optimists, Fresh Air
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoBurn them: My Parents, The creatures, Pessimists
Dear Diary...
Despite my personality now I used to not be like this. Before the plague hit I used to be a pretty social person and I mean really social. My parents were both high payed scientist. Luckily I picked up smarts from the both of them but science was never my thing, I was always more better suited outside without numbers than inside with them. We were rich but I wasn't exactly spoiled per say because I always believed in a hard days work same as my parents. I guess you can say I had a pretty good life. As for the reason I worked as a bike courier it's because I always perfered to be outside. I still worked with my parents when it came to science expermints but I never got into it.
About a year before the infection broke out however me and my family were recruited to be apart of the main team to develop a cure for cancer. Winning a Nobel Peace Prize and 1 million dollars didn't sound that bad so we immeadietely signed up and we were off. Like the rest of them I worked just as hard keeping up with all the work other more older scientist. It was after that I had discovered that the cure would only be distibuted to the rich and more ellegible first that I had decided that I would no longer work. It also didn't help because of the fact that my parents were the one to propose this idea. Sure they tried to tell me that it was a pre caution but I didn't care so I left the team for the rest of their work. In an average percentile about 46.72 percent of that work was done by my family and in that about 36.1 percent of that work I was involved in.
After my leaving of the science team I had also dropped out of college and I had left the homestead to work with something I like. That's how I ended up becoming a bike courier and also my life as a college-drop out. This was about a year before the actualy cure had been distributed so I had a lot of time to live a nice life. Then it was after the infection broke out that I had been affected. And by that I mean my work did this, or some of this but never the less I basically was apart of the group that cast humanity into extinction. After that people started to get suspicious of me and every since then I go by my new name trying to avoid being found as one of the mean to doom society. Ever since then I've been trying to find a cure to this or something to atleast stop it from going even further but the problem is where do I even start.
The way I am...
Jack acts the way for only one reason and one reason alone. It is because he played a huge part in the infection and it's out break. As a guise Jack comes off as optimistic, bright, unstoppable, and happy most of the time but it's all a ruse. Most of the time Jack comes off as worried, alert, and over-protective. He is sometimes described as suffering from schizophrenia. The times when he becomes the most insecure is when people about him would bring up the very beginning of the plague. In all Jack is a good guy who laments for his past and all he wants is a way to redeem himself in the eyes of humanity.
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oxoxoxox☇ DORIAN RANDALL GAY
oxoxoxox﹙ WE FEAR WHAT LIVES AT NIGHT...﹚
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxobefore the infection: a ten year old grade school student
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoThe years of my life: thirteen
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoCan't you tell? I am a: boy
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoI can't get enough of those: girls, cute ones!
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoMy theme song: Frozen Heart And Death Of Parents // HetaOni Musical score
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoLove them: shelter, sunny days, potato chips
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoBurn them: rainy/ dark days, the death of his parents, anyone teasing him about his last name
Dear Diary...
Dorian was born, a spoiled rich kid, as most would put it. His father was a senator in D.C and his mother was a fast talking, foul mouthed, housewife who enjoyed fine wine and aitting with her friends all day. This child was their late in life baby. While they loved him, it was easy to tell that they were simply not meant to be parents. His mother loved to Party, being a trophey wife, and his dad was too busy with work to be bothered with some kid. So for his early life he was raised by a Nanny, Au pairs, and pretty much anyone else his parents could get. He was given whatever he wanted, toys, karate classes, soccer clubs, birthday parties that would make any parent drop their jaws, and plenty of friends.
In school though, despite his friends, he was often bullied. Older kids would make fun off him for his last name, giving him plenty of immature nicknames, and his small build. His mother was always the one to fight his battels for him, making the lives hell for the parents of those bullies. While she may not have have been the best mothewr it didn't take an idiot to see that she loved her only child. Sadly though, Dorian hardly ever saw his father, except for on CSPAN or the news. When the older man was home he was either taking his wife out to dinner, at fancy parties, never really bonding with his son.
When Dorian was ten, the cure for cancer was found and soo after that the infection was out. His parents used their money to make sure that their family was safe, his father having connections and knowing of the danger. Hw had arranged for his family to be locked in a prison that millianars and those who could afford it were paying to have themselves lockjed up and guarded. The thought itself was terrifying for a child and Dorian speant most of his time holding his mother's hand and by her side. She would tell him that she promised never to let anything touch him. "I am a Jersey guido after all baby. Nobody wants to get me mad!" She would tell him this to make him laugh and feel safe.
It was during the evacuations that their plans failed. The virus had gone airbourn and emergency evacuations took place. the family was not prepared. His mother though, made sure that he was never out of her sight. The body guard that his father hired took sick though, along with his father, who later died. The woman though, never got sick, along with her son. It was rare, but both mother and son were immune. They never made it to the prison where they would be locked up and put under watch, but instead were living amongst the seekers in Washington DC.
For the first few months his mother and himself hid in a bank with a few other survivors. They thought that they were safe but underestimated the seekers' strength. Before his eleventh birthday, Dorian witnessed the group being attacked. His mother was killed when she threw her own body over her son to protect him. that sight will never leave his memory, the way her body was ripped apart, yet until the end she never let go of her child. A few other survived the attack and Dorian left with them after they had buried their dead and travelled.
Over the years, Dorian watched as one by one, the others were killed and he was left alone. Now he just runs from place to place. he is detirmined not to die, knowing that his mother, a selfish woman who loved to spoil herslef, had l0oved him so much that she had given away the life she treasured to save him. Because of that, he thinks that he owes it to her to stay alive.
The way I am...
On the surface, Dorian displays an immature sort of personality. He is decidedly stubborn and strong-willed, frequently letting his pettiness and vindictiveness get the better of him. He is largely hostile towards figures of authority and feels little incentive to follow orders with which he disagrees, earning him the distinction of being a loose cannon of sorts. He is also rather quick-tempered, resorting more often to fisted violence than calm negotiation to settle disputes. He has a reputation for being foul-mouthed and is an incurably sarcastic cynic, only too happy to bluntly and harshly relieve others of their comfortable delusions regarding god, reality, or their own self-importance (Having gotten those traits from his mother. He has also displayed a propensity towards impatience and an inability to sit still for long, which perhaps contributes to his love of travel.
However, for those few people who have made an impact on him, Dorian shows his deeper nature to be one of marked selflessness, unflinching loyalty and great compassion. As someone who has had to suffer greatly at such a young age, Dorian cannot ignore the true suffering of others and becomes sympathetic upon sensing pain and resolve in people's hearts. Though his solemn advice to such people is often tempered with brusque criticism, it is only because he genuinely wishes to place them on the most direct path forward. As one who has to struggle with a maimed body, he urges those with healthy bodies to use their strong legs to move forward.
✘ox The Sweet Far Thingox
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 5:41 pm
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oxoxoxox☇ HANH TRÚC HA
oxoxoxox﹙ WE FEAR WHAT LIVES AT NIGHT...﹚
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxobefore the infection: an eleven year old sixth grade student
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoThe years of my life: fourteen
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoCan't you tell? I am a: female
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoI can't get enough of those: everyone
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoMy theme song: Style // Exile
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoLove them: her brother, cameras, chocolate
oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoBurn them: her own bad english, cars (she gets motion sickness), and anything spicey
Dear Diary...
Hahn was born and speant most of her life in North Vietnam in a middle class family. Despite spending so much time there, she hardly remembers anything before the Ha family moved to America. From the time that she was ten until the infection she lived in a small town in Ohio. Life there was easiar then she had expected, despite her knowing little English, she excelled in her classes and skipped the fifth grade and started middle school by the time she was eleven.
When the infection hit bother her parents died yet she did not get sick along with her older brother Vein and her younger sister Quy. They survived for years by living from place to place. The family is very close and Hahn adored her brother while he is often the one who watches for Quy.
The way I am...
Hahn is a very emotional, strong-willed and emphatic person who puts all her heart and effort into the things she does. However, on the other side of her sensitive and emotional nature is a temper that easily rivals that of anyone else.. When insulted, hurt or embarrassed, she is prone to lash out violently - though typically the victims of such tantrums are those around her, in which case she has been known to use her own cameras as her main weapon.
She is constantly carrying around a camera with herand taking pictures of anyone she sees. The reason for this is that Hahn is obcessed with seeing the faces of people so that she can remember who a person was in that moment in contrast with the seeksers. She wants to think that when the world goes back to the way it was that she can develop all of her film to show the people who lived. Hahn also has a decent amount of artistic talent and loves to sketch and paint when she finds the supplies or paper.
✘ox The Sweet Far Thingox
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