Post by Jamie Brooks on Mar 24, 2011 0:29:45 GMT -5
Name: Jamie Brooks.
Gender: Female.
Age: 15, but people say I look older than I actually am.
Marital Status: Straight, and single.
Job: Nahh.
Believer in He Who Walks Behind the Rows?: Yes, who wouldn't?
Thoughts on He Who Walks Behind the Rows: I believe in him, but unlike the other kids I don't hang on the preacher's every word.
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[[Doesn't wear lipstick. xD]]
Appearance: A red head, that's what you'll probably notice about me right away, along with green eyes, and fair skin. The perfect Irish look 'cept I'm not Irish.
Personality: I'm pretty outgoing, and not afraid to talk to people, full of energy, however I'm really curious about things, and can get into trouble because of it, really not that violent unless in a position where I have to be. Can be very childish sometimes, and a bit pouty during this, also because of my quote on quote "forgetfullness" [written down below] I am very clumsy, and would be saver completely coated in band-aids.
Likes: swings, drawing, friendly people,boys, but not in the creepy adult-doing-things way!, smell of dust...yeah yeah I'm odd so are you.
Dislikes: adults, hemingford kids there rude, and just gross, corn [EVERYWHERE], and pies because I'm allergic to the crust that makes it.
History: Grew up with Ma, and Pa along with three brothers. When the preacher boy came into town I went on a dare from my brothers. I liked it, continuing to go I soon learned about the purging, and did as all the others did. I killed every member in my family, and my only little brother escaped not knowing the truth, he took off to HemingFord, but I don't know where he is anymore. After words I felt a choking pain in my stomach that had to be ignored otherwise I felt as if I would break apart. The other children helped me silence that pain, and I lived a new with a new family. Sometimes it's hard to remember things though...
Weapon of Choice: Hatchet. No seriously! Didn't think I'd say that, huh?
Other: She has a mild case of amnesia causing her to forget things, sometimes she can bring thoughs forgotten memories up, but with difficulty.
Gender: Female.
Age: 15, but people say I look older than I actually am.
Marital Status: Straight, and single.
Job: Nahh.
Believer in He Who Walks Behind the Rows?: Yes, who wouldn't?
Thoughts on He Who Walks Behind the Rows: I believe in him, but unlike the other kids I don't hang on the preacher's every word.
Image (optional):
[[Doesn't wear lipstick. xD]]Appearance: A red head, that's what you'll probably notice about me right away, along with green eyes, and fair skin. The perfect Irish look 'cept I'm not Irish.
Personality: I'm pretty outgoing, and not afraid to talk to people, full of energy, however I'm really curious about things, and can get into trouble because of it, really not that violent unless in a position where I have to be. Can be very childish sometimes, and a bit pouty during this, also because of my quote on quote "forgetfullness" [written down below] I am very clumsy, and would be saver completely coated in band-aids.
Likes: swings, drawing, friendly people,boys, but not in the creepy adult-doing-things way!, smell of dust...yeah yeah I'm odd so are you.
Dislikes: adults, hemingford kids there rude, and just gross, corn [EVERYWHERE], and pies because I'm allergic to the crust that makes it.
History: Grew up with Ma, and Pa along with three brothers. When the preacher boy came into town I went on a dare from my brothers. I liked it, continuing to go I soon learned about the purging, and did as all the others did. I killed every member in my family, and my only little brother escaped not knowing the truth, he took off to HemingFord, but I don't know where he is anymore. After words I felt a choking pain in my stomach that had to be ignored otherwise I felt as if I would break apart. The other children helped me silence that pain, and I lived a new with a new family. Sometimes it's hard to remember things though...
Weapon of Choice: Hatchet. No seriously! Didn't think I'd say that, huh?
Other: She has a mild case of amnesia causing her to forget things, sometimes she can bring thoughs forgotten memories up, but with difficulty.
