put on my blue suede shoes

put on my blue suede shoes
IP: 188.220.164.57
Posted on December 30, 2009 at 08:16:51 PM by Memphis

*Name: Memphis
*Gender: Male
*Appearance (include eye/skin/hair colour): His skin is tanned, it's appearence is something like light golden syrup or pale honey, a soft buttery gold. His eyes are a frosty morning sky blue. Memphis' hair was short, but after not going and getting it cut for ages, finally it's grown. Feathering out to ends, it freaches just above his eyebrows, tucked behind his ears and tickling his neck, it's a dark blonde. More "mouse brown" but his mother always called it caramel blonde, or honey brown. He has that general natural beauty that his sister has. The other brothers had had it also, but in a more rugged "rogueish" kind of way, where as Memphis is more soft and gentle. He always wears something blue, as he beleives it is his lucky colour. Most of the time, his feet have blue converses on, and a blue zip up jumper. These are his favourite peices of clothing, and it's something he would loathe to be without. Though you can't see it, his legs, lower and middle parts of his torso are ravenged with burn scars, like those on his sisters arm.
*Defects: Insanity
Age: 10
Personality: He's a troubled boy. Half of the time, he's a pleasent boy with a cheery attitude and a charming smile. But, the other half of the time he's a nightmare child. Memphis isn't bipolar, or have multiple personalities, he's just troubled. When he has had nightmares of the fire, he'll do anything to make it stop. Anything. When he's in this state, that's when the voices start. "Do this and it'll go away, Do that and it'll stop" try as he might, Memphis can't resist them. And he'll follow out their instructions, or they'll scream at him, and shout at him.
History: After surviving the fire, Memphis doesn't really remember.
Sample post: The little boy walked slowly, the shadows around him flickering like flames. All he could think was to get away. "Run" they begin to shout, howling this one word until he obeys. With a squeek, he begins to run, faster and faster, his breathing ragged gasps and tears begin to pour from his frosted eyes. Finally, when running becomes impossible, he falls to the floor, sobbing and gasping, watching the black flames as they lick closer. "Get up or they'll get you" The repitition burns around his head, but the little boy is exhausted, and quickly he falls into a dreamless sleep. But, as always, the rising sun causes the flames to burn behind his eyelids, shouts and screams of his dying family echo in his ears. With a yelp, he starts awake, sitting up and looking around, terrified blue eyes wide, blinking quickly. He stumbled up, brushing as much dirt of his small jeans and blue jumper. He pulled it closer, looking around. "Go left." And so he does, putting trust in the taunting, teasing voices that haunt his waking hours when the nightmares are kept at bay. Where are we going? His young voice rang out in the cold forest. When no reply came, he merely shrugged and carried on.
Anything else you wish to include: younger brother to Aerianna
*Your player name: Demon Pictce

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accepted - By Georgia December 30, 2009 at 11:28:03 PM

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