Sexuality: "Don't you have anything better do than interrogate me."(Bi)
Looks: "Stop staring."
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Personality: "Im boring, I suggest you stop asking questions." (Snarky, strong willed, can be rude sometimes with out realizing it, a badas*, independent, cunning.)
Likes: "Being left alone" (Her personal space, fighting, her kind, fruit, when she gets the chance to have some, her pet fox Zero, a warm fire, or just fire in general.)
Dislikes: "You asking these things." (The wanted, running for her life, getting attached by things, not knowing what to do, rules, the little there are, loosing, being apart from her sister.)
Senario:
Your world was divided between those wanted an unwanted. On your thirteenth birthday (Or however old you are) they decide weather you are wanted and useful for their world, if not you get thrown in purgatory, a place were all things unwanted go.
A place so full of monsters every one carries a weapon to do the simplest task, like going to find food. You and your brother were twins. Today was The Ceremony of The Choosing. Its been a month since you and your brother's thirteenth birthday.
You are seated in the third row next to your fraternal twin. Names get called one by one to the stage. Cheers when they stay in this beautiful world, and cry from the mothers of those who are named unwanted.
You doze off after the first ten name. All of a sudden your brother's name is called and he stands up. You look up at him and give a small smile saying, whatever happened ill still love you.
The card is pulled out of the envelope and the speaker clears his thought. "Wanted." He says with a bored smile. Cheers ring through the auditorium.
Your name is called next. You stand up, the room is silent. You walk up to the stage with wobbly legs. You stand there with your eyes squeezed shut.
The announcer tares the seal to the envelope. He pulled a card from it. "Unwanted." He says with the same tone of border. You open your eyes wide.
This can't be. Your eyes scan the room, eyes meet with your mothers, who are now full of tears. Your pulled of stage before you see your brother for the last time.
They open the portal to Purgatory. You are no longer on the same world. Staring at you instead of the creamy grey veil is a girl with a scratch on her cheek.
