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* brought back my boy and revamped ceebee !! :3 info in thread below <3
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CHARACTER THREAD !! DNI!
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his grandparents got him into therapy, but he actively refused help. instead resorting to unhealthy methods to cope. drinking, smoking and whatever else he could get his hands on to help numb it all.
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it was only the start of his senior year and news spread like wildfire. rumors intertwining with fact. it left zephyr in an unsavory light leading a majority of the population to assume he helped his father in the killings. as he was the only survivor something just didn't add up. he felt the stares, the whispers behind his back were heard. that firey spirit died down until it was nothing but smoke.
grades started to drop, he didn't show up to school because he felt claustrophobic within it's walls. everywhere he went his father's likeness haunted him. when he had to write his first and last name. the last name he had the burden of carrying. but also the one he'd shared with his mother.
classmates were affected by what happened, they too lost family, friends. with grief came the need to blame it on something.. or someone. who better than the boy who killed his own father? that was a good headline right?
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everything changed forever on a cold october, rhett tiffin went on a blind rampage where he killed 16 innocent civilians. including sherry tiffin, zephyr's mother. killed in her sleep and he attempted to carry out the same act with his own son but he happened to not be asleep. but that didn't mean he was expecting his own father to attack him.
that's when a cold blade thrusted into his ribs, a silent cry just shy of echoing filled his room. blue green eyes flickering with pain and betrayal. something about that look, it reminded his father of when he was just a boy. an innocent, giggling young boy. this moment was enough for zephyr to get the upper hand and get to his feet but unfortunately with a grip on that knife it was forcefully yanked out of his flesh.
stumbling backwards, blood soaked through his t shirt. his dream college printed across it. tears collected in the corners of his eyes as he searched for something or defend himself with. a fight ended in him gaining control and stabbing his father until he stopped moving. it was the only choice he had. it was self defense.
dowsed in a mix of his blood and his father's he'd find his mother dead in her bed only then would he make a frantic call cradling his mother in his arms. cops flowed in from surrounding counties to carry out 17 deceased blackwood residents. leaving zeph with his grandparents on the other side of town.