"August!where are you?!Daniel screamed as loud as he could,*sobbing* he heard someone sobbing so he followed the noise to a dark corner,it was August,"August whats wrong?"he asked,"You!you don't really love me you like those other girls not me!*sobbing*"she cried angrily,"That's nonsense I love you so very much."Daniel replied to her trying to calm her down,"Your lying if you loved me you wouldn't be whistling at those other girls all the time especially how your mainly whistling at Mafia and Beca!"she was still mad and crying,"*sigh*August I don't love them and you know who i really think...
not a really good picutre of him ill find a better one later XD
Name: Emmerson Nates
Powers/skills: he has the ability to communicate with another world, ( meaning the opposite of the real world the dark world), so his dark self communicates with him, he can also create others dark selves and bring them into reality.
Appearance:his hair is dyed black and he has green eyes, freckles. ( natural hair colour unknown) peircings, nose,lip, eyebrow yeah most of all dat fun goth stuff :D
Personality: unlike his appearance he is the kind of person who is a dare devil and tends to try things first, examples: drugs, stunts, getting tattoos, peircings...
LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE Full Name: Terror Nickname: Ter Reason or meaning of name: Terror means fear Eye Color: Piercing blue Hair Style/Color: Platinum blonde Height: 5’12 Clothing Style: Whatever’s comfortable Best Physical Feature: I don’t know ( His eyes)
LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE Your Fears: That’d be telling Your Guilty Pleasure: Sleep Your Biggest Pet Peeve: People Your Ambition for the Future: Living?
LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS Your First Thoughts Waking Up: I slept? What You Think About the Most: Nothing What You Think About Before Bed: Must be tired You Think Your Best Quality Is: Nothing
Identity: She tries her best to keep it secret to everyone but her family.
Relatives: Father: John Hawthorne, founder of the McFresh waffle company. Caring, but busy family father. Mother: Mary Hawthorne, caring housemother, always trying to find fitting husbands for her daughters. Sister: Abigail Hawthorne, grumpy 18-year-old sister with the bitchy attitude, but can also be kind and loveable at times. Also called ”Pissy Pants” by her younger sister.
In the tundra, she could see her own breath. It escaped like a faint cloud from her nostrils and floated upwards a few centimeters before disappearing into the pine needles. This high up, those tendrils of breath would be unnoticeable to anyone far below. Below, the crouching snow-covered bushes remained still and silent. No visible clouds escaped them. An approaching roar drew her attention over the forest floor as a black jeep emerged from the forest. It barreled through undergrowth, breaking through the freshly fallen snow, leaving behind deep tire treads and the reek of diesel. It would...