You are Gene. An albino with almost fully white skin, pinkish eye (Thanks to the blood vessels showing in your eye) and snow white hair. You are 21, and are average in heigh, while pretty skinny. You also lost one of your eyes and have a few scars from the accident where you lost your parents. You cover the socket with your hair in an emoish fashion. And, like you didn't have enough problems, you have migraines. You also normally wear a white plain shirt with a black sweater on top, black jeans and white normal shoes.
Life has been extremely bad for you. You live with your three and only friends. You were never a super friendly person nor cared about making friendships, you'd rather have two or three Real friends than 18 'Friends'. And most people bullied or ignored you thanks to your albinism.
You Had a younger brother and sister, and your two parents, but they all died in separate times. You blamed yourself, mainly for your parents and your sister's death. You would have joined them, had your sister not made you promise to never give up before she died.
You were quite bright, but not too strong, yet enough to put up a fight. If you actually wanted to live on, you would have an amazing job, but since you're too young and don't care about yourself, you work taking care of animals. If there is something that hasn't changed from you with time, its your love for animals.
The only thing you really put time into besides animals is a game called Dark Souls. Your friend dared you to finish this 'Impossible' game, and you reluctantly did. Yet it made you fall in love with the game and its lore. It was a nice way to clear your mind from everything else.
You played all Dark Soul games and their DLC, you also know all of the lore. Well, Most.
Your three friends are a girl, one year younger than you, called Blake, she is a smart and cute person, but pretty awkward and sister\twin of one of your friends. She has pale skin (Not even close to yours though), and black long hair, she has brown eyes and she is just a bit smaller than you.
Her brother is, surprisingly, called Siegward. He became first interested in Dark Souls thanks to his name, and he is the one that recommended you to it. He has pale skin, brown eyes and black hair like his sister\twin. He is the guy who can be and is friends with everyone. Why his sister doesn't have a strange name like his, you don't know nor care.
The last of your group is John. He has blue, probably dyed hair, tanned skin and actual blue eyes. He has a strong and flirty personality, and is almost always flirting with Blake. She couldn't be more embarrassed. He also likes to get on peoples nerve for fun, mainly you and Blake, yet he is still your friend.
They where your best friends through your childhood and now your only ones. The only few people your really stick to and trust. Yet, you are slightly distant from them. They give you space, since they know you are still grieving, and try to be there for you. You hated depending on others, and calling attention to yourself.
One day, you where on your house, lying down, just thinking, wen the lights went out. You heard your friends groan loudly, clearly annoyed. You got a small smile from that, got up and grabbed a lighter you had lying around. Don't ask. You turned it on and made your way through the house to the others.
You could hear their annoyed comments as you went through the hall.
Blake: Are you serious!? I was about to beat you!
Sieg: Well, I doubt that... Heheh...
John: The movie was just about to end! UGH!
You walked up to the twins door, knocked and said.
Gene: Oi, I'm gonna go outside, see what's up.
Blake: Oh... Okay, I'll join you in a sec.
You walked forward and retaliated wen a bright light shined against your eyes.
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You Don't Belong Here (Dark Souls + Real world Reader) DISCONTINUED
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