It all started when I was 6. I was outside, walking. I don't know where.. but I had wandered away from my parents. Away from my older brother.. he was 16, and protective.
"1.. 2.. 3... 4.... 5... 6!" I giggled.
I was jumping over each crack on the sidewalk, "Don't step on a crack! Or you'll break your mommy's back! Haha!" I said, and giggled again. I had made my way down the street, my house resided atop a hill. We lived in the UK, but I speak with a little accent. My mother is American.
I looked up, to see a crowd of people. I suddenly got very frightened, and turned around to see more people. I back away and look around, I'm surrounded by townsfolk! I started to cry, "Mommy!" I cried out. Nobody heard me, so I cried again, "Brother!!" I cried, and fell crying. My crystal blue eyes were glazed, and my nose was running. This... was no way a noble should look.. because then it shows... weakness.
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Two of a kind
SonstigesA 15 year old, with silver hair, and shining blue eyes. He stands 5'10 with somewhat of a build. He is lead by a 6'2 black haired 19 year old.. with blood red eyes, that bear nothing but sin.
