Everything's already been broken, you obviously don't know who I am. {Closed}

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  • OCC: Lol the title is from the song lyrics but twisted from "when everythings ment to be broken I jsut want you to know who I am" anyhow, here ishis bio:


    IC: Knives. Knives ought to be his least favorite thing now. The feel. The look. THe sound. The name. The way they murder. The way they murder the innocent.His inoccent. His inoccent mother.

    The post was edited 1 time, last by •Leöštår Lōvęs Štõrm¥• has a birthday soon!!!<333 ().

  • OOC: sorry about not being able to break up the argument yestetday :( and heres Ambers bio.

  • OOCC: Typo. I men't if you're going to do the bio, you should have done the rp with it, but its fine


    IC: Calob herd the clanking of swords.

  • OCC: btw He's been here ever sence his mom went missing, at age 3. A once sweet caring great cheerful kid, now a total..... :o nvm. Not sweet. they found his mom--dead. not to long ago. So now he's like this



    IC: he snapped his head up. Not swords, knives.

  • OOC: Amber is covered in scars cause she was abused pretty much all her life and finally she ran away. She made it to camp at age 8 and has been there ever since. Shes about 16 now.


    IC: Amber put her weapons away. She twirled her finger around and watched the wind twirl with her finger.

  • OCC: 5 years shorter ;D :D ;) :)


    IC: He relaxed a little. Knives is what killed....

  • OCC: I'd prefer not. I don't like doing three way rps. I'm closing the group


    IC: He squinted his eyes at the daggers. Daggeres. Knives.

  • Amber went and pulled her daggers from the target. they were a gift from her father Zeus. as soon as her hands touched the grips of them, sparks flew off the edges of the blades.