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Posted on February 21, 2010 at 02:35:49 AM by Immie
 • Name: Her name is Immie and it’s not shortened form of a longer name. • Gender: Immie was born female. • Appearance (include eye/skin/hair colour): Immie is a slight creature with, pale gold skin, grey eyes and pure black hair. She often appears quite wild and seems to have no concern whatsoever for her outward appearance. Immie has no significant tattoos or piercings of any kind and she chooses to blend in rather than stick out. She’s not an ugly creature but is more plain than beautiful and her eyes always seem to be full of sorrow and deeper hidden emotions. • Defects (only required if the character has any): Unfortunately Immie was born dumb (or mute) and has never spoken a word in her life unlike her older sister. Her lack of words is not due to a psychological cause or any form physical harm she was just born without the ability to speak. • Age: Immie has lived twelve annuals. • Personality: Immie is naturally shy and has always hidden in the shadow of her big sister quite happily. Her lack of speech makes her feel something of a freak and she’s never sure how to act around people when she’s by herself, she can be awkward and clumsy and forgets manners more often than not. Immie is kind hearted and would wish no one ill will she just can’t help but act a little peculiarly around people especially strangers. • History: Immie was born only two short years after her sister Intrigue and as smaller children she would use Intrigue as her protection something Intrigue appeared happy to be and her sister guarded her from teasing and ridicule. As they grew older and adolescence came to Intrigue things became more strained between the sisters and eventually they argued in such a way that even if Immie could speak she would choose not to speak to her sister. Her sister left her in the ruins alone and miserable with no where else to go as the rest of their family were long gone. • Sample post: Immie hated it here. No Immie did not hate Shaman she did not see how anyone could hate a land. To Immie that just would not make sense. She did know that at the moment she hated her! Her own sister. Flesh of her flesh. Blood of her blood and all that. She used to think that they would be together for all their lives; that they’d grow old together, two old women with rocking chairs, patchwork blankets and cats, lots and lots of cats. Apparently Intrigue no longer felt the same way and she’d left her sister here to rot for all she cared, alone, and scared in a strange place that had night creeping upon it. Immie didn’t like and the young girl had settled her back against one of the cold walls of the ruins, clasped her arms tight around her jean clothed legs and rocked slightly, her large dark grey eyes open wide and staring out into the gloom of the dusk terrified of what may lurk in the shadows. Many things frightened the young girl. If she would die now, tonight no one would even here her, scream. That was nothing new though. Immie had never spoken a word in her entire life, her voice had been frightened away as a child, that was what her mother would tell her and those were the stories Intrigue would shush her with on a night, only Intrigue would add that one day Immie’s voice would return to her a bit like when the handsome prince charming pops up to save the day in fairytales. So far Immie’s voice had not returned and she’d lived her twelve years without a voice and had survived adequately up until now. Now her sister had abandoned her and anything was made possible. That was one of the few things Immie longed for to be normal and experience normality. All her life she’d been the freak, the weirdo, the kid without a voice and other children’s harsh words, taunts and jibes had left their cruel mark upon her even when she’d had Intrigue to protect her from the worst of it, she’d still suffered and hadn’t been able to block out all the teasing. She had been left feeling like a freak. She wasn’t normal and that was truly what she longed to be in her deepest of hearts. Immie’s throat had never made a noise in all her life except when she swallowed but that wasn’t exactly a noise now was it? Even now as sobs stuck in her throat there was no noise just the stinging of tears at the corners of her eyes and the dampness on her cheeks as one or two leaked over the edges. She wasn’t crying because she was scared, she never cried when she was scared. Immie was crying for a number of reasons, she was angry, so very angry at everything but most specifically her sister, she also felt the churning loneliness that came from the loss of a sibling and the sheer sickening disappointment in the pit of her stomach and of course the fear of being alone in the night wasn’t helpful. She sniffled and used the edge of her palm to wipe the tears away ashamed of them in a sense. Immie struggled to stop the ridiculous tears from splashing on her cheeks and shook loose her veil of black hair allowing it to slightly obscure her face like a curtain the bust lip and bruised, cut eye hidden from view. Her fight with her sister hadn’t just been a verbal one; the split blood dried lip proved that as did the purple eye with scabs starting to form at the edge of one socket where the skin had broke. She used her curtain of hair to hide the mark but her arms remained bare and there were fresh yellow bruises on her arms the top of her right one having several dark purple and blue finger marks on it. Yes Immie now hated her sister. Sat here now in the cooler night air with a bruised body and terrified mind Immie was set onto hypersensitive mode. Her eyes perpetually scanned the night around her making monsters out of the shadows, the surroundings cast, and scaring herself without need. She curled herself tighter against the rough stone hewn wall her bare cheek scarping against it but the slight pain was nothing compared to the rage that burned inside her. She chewed her already damaged lip and held her chin up slightly so she wasn’t completely cowering. Immie’s clothing was rough and it looked like she’d been living in the ruins for weeks not days, her jeans were muddy and torn, her converse scuffed and the stitching breaking, her white t-shirt was stained with dirt and smudges of dried blood. Her hair wild and her eyes were even wilder. She resembled a baby tiger cub and like a baby tiger cub Immie waited in silence. (Word count – 834) • Anything else you wish to include: She was born only a few years later than her sister Intrigue. • Your player name: Thorn IMMIE
I Grieve Silently
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- accepted - By Pixie February 21, 2010 at 02:49:42 AM
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