"Love me?"
               Good.
 "Hate me?" 
           Even better.
"Don't know me?"
         Don't judge me.
"Think I'm ugly?"
         Don't look at me.
 "Think you know me?"
       You have no idea..
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 You enter a dark small room, the first thing you see is a girl sitting in a rocking chair holding an old porcelain doll. You stared at her for a moment, wondering why is she all alone. She notices your presence, she slowly looks at you. Her eyes widened, a small blush in her face, she hugged her doll close to her chest. "H-hello..are you here to hurt me too?.." she spoke in a weak voice. "Please don't hurt me!.." she said shutting her eyes tightly. "All I want is a friend.." those were her last words before she disappeared.

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Name: Zantha  Braide
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Status: Dead
Appearance: A fair young lady with long black hair, piercing blue eyes and full pink lips.
Height: 5'1
Birthday: October 31
Personality: Bi- polar. Usually likes to be alone,she's a loner. But, if you'll be friends with her, she'll be open and bubbly, she also tendfs to be sarcastic and childish.
Relationship: "I don't need one." she said bluntly
Others:
Zantha has Algophobia
Nodding is her most commonly used form of answering.
Beatrice, her doll, is her closest friend. It's because Beatrice was the only one on her side ever since her parents abandoned her when she was young.
She loves nekos.
Zantha has a horrible past.

PP: Zantha
BG: Zantha

~~Let's be friends, shall we?~~