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Daemon
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Full Name: { Daemon } Nickname: {Eyes} Age: {19} Gender: {Male} Physical Description: {Tall, a few inchs over six feet. One of his eyes is dark blue, well the other is completely white. The white eye is a glass eye. his hair is long, coming down just above his shoulders. its a dark ebony color, with a matte look to it hardly being shinny. His figure is skinny, with mildly toned muscles. He has a tattoo on his upper right arm. It is scroll, with the saying "The Angel of Death Spairs the Worthy, But his Sythe Carries No Mercy." at the bottom of the scroll it looks as if the paper is crumbling away. Down his arm.} History: {Daemon's life was your typical suburban life. He lived in a house with his Parents and two sisters. He was the oldest of the three, the middle sister being 2 years younger then him. And the youngest sister being 3 years younger than him. It wasn't until his 8th grade year that things started going down hill. One day in class he was having pain, and trouble seeing out of his one eye. Telling his parents they took him to the doctor. After not being able to figure out the cause of the pain and impaired vision the Doctor sent them to the emergancy room. After just a few test they found cancer cells had grown in Daemons eye. The spread was pretty great. The doctors began treatment right away. The removed the inflicted eye immediatly, replacing it with a glass eye. The operation was a success and all the cancer had been removed. From then on he was put into remission and learning to live with one eye. When he got back to school his friends all thought his glass eye was cool, and Daemon started switching them out. Getting cool desings on his fake eye. After being out of school well being treated he was able to join back into school half way through his sophmore year. He was in advanced classes all through out middle school so he had the grades nessecary to seemlessly go back to school. His home lif started to dwindle though. The bills from the hospital taking a toll on the entire family. It started slowly, little argument about trival things between his parents. Then as time went on, and summer began, he spent more and more time at home. Each passing day the stress and frustration built up. stern talking turned into yelling, and yelling turned into screaming. Daemon soon found himself staying night after night with friends. Just to avoid the fighting. This was his summer. When scholl started back up he had to spend nights at home though. One day, just a few weeks into school he came home to his father getting into his car, and speeding off down the street. When he went in side he found his mother in the living room crying on the couch. He tried all he could to comfort her but she just kept crying. Pushing him away, finally done hearing his words of comfort, she went up stairs to her room. Leaving Daemon alone. That night he went to bed, confused at what had happened. And he couldn't help but feel guilt for this. It was his treatment his sickness that drove this wedge between his parents. That put this stress on the family. Waking up in the middle of the night, to his sister screaming he rushed to see the problem. His sister, Lisa, Was standing at there parents door. Tears streaming down her face. Hurrying over he took his sister in his arms, looking into his parents room. There, from the ceiling fan, hung his mother. Lifeless. he froze for a moment. Slamming the door shut he told his sister to get there other sister and take her out side. Call 9-1-1 once they were out on the porch, to get help. Once the cops showed up everything started to blur. A week later he was at his Granparents living with them and his sisters. A few weeks later he was back in school. He met this Guy, Nathan, who he ended up hanging out with. Nathan showed him a whole new world. Daemon began going to parties, doing drugs drinking. Not really having a care. He wasn't lashing out though, or trying to numb himself. He was sad but, things happened out of his control. He understood that. The guilt was still there, but what could he have done? One day he came home and his Granparents met him at the door. Acompanied by two strange men in suits. There converstaion consisted of how he had begun to slip off the tracks and they were sending him away to this instiution for just a short while, thats what the men said anyway...} Post a CommentOops!The words you entered did not match the given text. Please try again. 0 CommentsLoading...
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