Post by Hunter Pierce on Jul 7, 2009 19:06:06 GMT -5
`will you feel anything at all
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is Hunter the first to die?[/b]
"no there ain't no rest for the wicked, until we close our eyes for good."
` if i kiss you where it's sore[/b][/size][/center]
, age 15
, rp experience two-ish years online
, how you found us The Asylum
, contacts E-mail or PM[/size][/ul]
`in a town where the ties are only blood
[/b][/size][/center], nicknames Hunt
, age Seventeen
, date of birth August 21st
, category Wanderer
, canon -ignores-
, face claim Selena Gomez[/size][/ul]
`and he told me that i'd done all right
[/b][/size][/center], weight ninety-three pounds
, tattoos&piercings none
, distinguishing features Her dark, dark hair and her wide eyes that make her look childish. They have a glazed-over look to them.
, physical flaws Well, she's thin as a rail, not as much as Lia, but still thin. She also has scars all over her arms and legs from cutting herself to let the monsters out.
, personal style Hunter likes wearing jeans and t-shirts, and scarves to hide the marks on her neck from her death. If her clothes look too tight, then she's wearing them to keep the world off, too baggy, then she's dead to the world. But she wears scarves all the time, no matter the weather.
, general description Hunter might have been described as beautiful if she wasn't so damn skinny. She looks like she's wasting away, at a mere ninety-three pounds total. She's got more 'meat' on her than Lia, since she was recovering from the monsters. Her cheekbones stand out a lot more than they should on a girl like her, and her large, childish eyes have shadows under them almost all the time. Her chest is flat, and her frame is boyish with virtually no curves at all. She only half-wishes that she could have a little shape. Her bones aren't as prominent as her best friend's, but her ribs poke out and her limbs are like twigs, along with her fingers and toes. She looks delicate, breakable, fragile.
Her eyes hold pain, though. Her dark hair lies in curls about her face, thick and annoying. If she straitens her hair, it looks like wet string. She has scars all up and down her arms and legs from cutting that she tries to hide with long sleeves and jeans year round. She doesn't seem to retain heat very well, so she'll wear layers and hug herself, even in summer. Her nose is average, and her ears are, too. Her face still has a bit of that childish roundness, even if she's too skinny to have a bit of fat on her body. Rarely eating pulls the color out of her eyes and makes her skin pale, even if it has a slightly tan sheen. She hates her skin. It always feels too tight on her. She'd give anything to feel good in it. Except for Lia. But she really isn't hers to give, huh?[/size][/ul]
`ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed
[/b][/size][/center]Screaming at stupid people
Hiding
Keeping the monsters out with Lia
Dancing
Watching people
Knitting
Cutting her skin to let the monsters out
Lia Grey-Black
, dislikes People
Adults
Most animals
Mirrors
Eating
Dull knives
Needles
Tattoos
Listening to people
Hate
Love songs
The monsters
, strengths Smart
Loving (when she wants to be)
Committed
Can get you anywhere if you give her a map
Honest
Warm-hearted (again, when she wants to be)
, weaknesses Crazy (not to herself or Lia, but everyone else knows she is)
Malicious
Vengeful
Easily distracted
Impatient
Loves pain
, goals Find her Lia
To figure out why her recovery didn't work
, fears Never finding her Lia
Never banishing the monsters for good
Everything going black
Being unable to breathe
, secrets She's in love with her best friend
She wishes that Lia had died in her arms
She doesn't really want to cross-over
, personality Just because she looks cute doesn't mean she's 'so-sugary-she'd-melt-in-rain'. Because Hunter's a mental, physical, and emotional train wreck she isn't all that nice. She's been described as crazy by even her parents, and not in the casual 'you're-so-silly' kind of way. The serious kind. The kind that gets drugs prescribed to them and all that fun stuff like shots, inspections, and probably asylums if it gets dangerous. She's bitter and loves to make people angry by telling them how stupid they are for thinking that everything is alright. That there aren't monsters crawling under their skin and in their sheets at night. She hates eating to the point where she'll pass out from not having food for several days, and her mother will have to force-feed her something. She can't stand being around people all that much, and feels threatened when she has to engage in conversation to be polite.
She has another side to her, though. A side she only shows around her best friend, and no one else. That side of Hunter is sweet and loving. She'll hold you close and tell you everything will be fine because she's there. The side that'll kiss your forehead and murmur things into your ear. Well, Lia's ear, to be more specific. Hunter actually loves this side of her, but she feels vulnerable like that. She doesn't trust people enough to be nice and loving like she is with her best friend. Lia's the only one that really understands everything about her...[/size][/ul]
`you are my sweetest downfall
[/b][/size][/center], residence before death The closet of her bedroom her father's house in L.A.
, cause of death starvation, dehydration, and possibly poisoning to move things along.
, father Hunter Pierce
, mother October Grace
, sibling(s) none
, pet(s) none
, other family One grandfather on her mother's side.
, history [/size][/ul]
Hunter was born to her happily married parents who were just barely out of high school. they'd resolved to name their first baby Hunter, be it a girl or boy, and when the little, black-haired girl came out, her mother was actually disappointed. But she wasn't going to go back on her promise to her husband. She died a year later and her father neglected her quite a lot. She was a lonely child in her early years. She didn't eat unless her father was there to feed her, punishing him for ignoring her. She was a bit of a dark child. Hunter had grown up in that big, empty house all by herself.
The monsters didn't start showing up until the little girl was about six. It was a little bit before school started and one of her nannies of the week told her 'don't let the bed bugs bite'. Mistake of her life. Hunter didn't sleep at all that night and refused to eat anything for the next week (the bugs could get in her food, and therefore, her body). When she actually went to school, after moving away from their first big house in New York to the other big house ing Maine, she just sat on the carpet and looked up ahead at the teacher. But there was this little girl who sat next to her because their last names were close. Lia Grey-Black.
After that first day, they became friends, never apart from each other. They were never referred to as Lia, or Hunter. It was Always Hunter and Lia, or Lia and Hunter. They were a single entity. Two bodies, but one mind to the outsiders. Hunter showed Lia how to let the monsters out with the kitchen knives (the bugs had evolved into things much worse. A very good reason you don't let young children on the internet or read books with dragons in them. That just fanned the flame.) Lia showed Hunter that if they slept in the same bed, the monsters would have no room to crawl in and hurt them, and if they clasped hands, it made her feel safer, even though she knew they weren't.
At thirteen, Lia and Hunter decided to banish their ghosts forever, together. To get rid of all that wasn't nessicary. At fourteen, Hunter backed out of their promise. Or tried to. Lia supported her, telling her how well she was doing, and how she'd need to buy clothes designed for people with breasts and meat on their bones. Unlike Lia, who was as skinny as a twig, but still lovely as anything she'd ever seen before. They made it through high school, laughing at the curvy girls and the stupidity of them. Monsters lived in curves, and food was out to poison you, after all. They were very comfortable with each other. More so than a lot of fifteen-year-olds or even adults. Their relationship was quite physical, still sleeping in the same bed, holding hands, and kissing each other without a thought. People thought they were strange. Weird. Crazy. They weren't the weird ones.
When Hunter and Lia were about sixteen or seventeen, Lia was sent to live with her daddy in Winslow. Passing out during a ballet recital wasn't very good for her mommy. She just wouldn't have it. And Lia was sent away to L.A. at one of her daddy's other houses, to get away from Maine. Daddy liked new things. Lia and Hunter would be apart, though. That was his original intention, really. He loved Hunter, but Lia was obviously (to the outsiders) making things worse. She and Lia hugged and kissed (more lingering this time), promising to stay strong until they saw each other again. As Hunter was flown to L.A. she cried the whole way, already needing her Lia. She was remote and quiet for the next few weeks, only eating if someone actually spooned her cereal into her mouth, and she'd bite the nannies and maids if they tried. Her father tried to get her to talk to him, but she refused to even speak to anyone but Lia. Worried, he called a professional psyciatrist to look at his baby. She locked herself in the attic until the doctor left. She didn't sleep unless her daddy drugged her up enough and she always woke up screaming. "As long as I can see Lia again," she'd tell herself. She crawling into her closet one night and just lay there, hugging her blanket that Lia had knitted for her, a bear in her lap, crying. she fell asleep and when she woke up, she just knew Lia was dead.
All she wanted to do was die and one day, not even a week after she'd figured Lia was dead, her father made her drink something to help her sleep. It would make all the pain go away and she wouldn't remember anything. But Hunter didn't want ot forget, but daddy was too strong and she drank it.
Hunter never woke up after that.[/color]
` i loved you first
[/b][/size][/center], member title seer of destruction.
, certificate of authenticity we're here to tell you, "there is such a thing as ghosts."
, rp sample .
See 'Erika Xavier'.[/size][/ul]
Just to let you know, Maura made this template, not you. If you just happen to steal it, and be warned, that she will come to your house and devour your intestines.
The lesson learned for today? Stealing or claiming this to be yours is a serious NO NO.
Thank you!
[/size]The lesson learned for today? Stealing or claiming this to be yours is a serious NO NO.
Thank you!
