Name: Huang Motou
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Age: 18
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 97 lbs
Personality: The best word to describe Huang is either hyper or annoying as hell. He's surprisingly very intelligent, also being the most intelligent out of his other two 'siblings', but that fact is easily forgotten. He seems to have the mentality of a two year old at times because of all his bubbly, overly active attitude. Huang is also mischievous and has a habit of pranking people. It's amazing how one can be so hyper without any sugar whatsoever. Even his own 'siblings' think he's annoying. However, his personality is just an act so people won't figure out how he really is. He only shows how he really is when there's no one around. Birds are always attracted to him because you could always find some around him, not that Huang minds of course. When he's intimidated by something or someone though, he's very quiet and is easily frightened. A lot of times, he isn't aware of his own true feelings like anger, happiness, ect...
Physical Description: Huang has a messy bird's nest of black hair which falls over ivory skin. He has a small and lanky frame, yet his skin settles on bones smoothly instead of having bones jut out. His eyes are a bright hazel with a faint sheen of multiple colors, which usually changes shades of hues to his emotions. A black feather is found tucked behind his ear.
Bio: As a child, he could barely remember the outside world as time flew by. The most he could remember was being caged inside the dull white walls that surrounded him and the thick smell of antiseptic and the ill and dead. He dreamed of finally escaping the prison-like room, but that was a goal, which could never be accomplished. He was born with a series of health endangering problems, and desperately needed the medical help. He knew he should be thankful that he was able to live to the age of 18, a miracle that the doctors hadn't expected for him, but what was the point of living when you're stuck within the small boundaries of a hospital for the rest of your life? On some occasions, his family would visit him, looking worse and worse each time. His mother would look at him with puffy, blood-shot eyes with tears shining, while his father hung back, with stress hanging in the air about him. His twin brother, Riku, would sit down and read his book as though nothing had happened, denying that he even had a brother, and his slightly younger sister, Bran would direct glares of pure anger and hatred at him. Huang would always give them a fake grin, giving false words of encouragement that he'd get better one day, and they'd finally be a normal family, but in reality, everyone knew that would never come true. It hurt to know that he was just being a burden to his family, but he managed to keep up his act, which soon became an unconscious thing for him to do, whether he realizes it or not.
One night, Bran had enough. In her mind, she thought that Huang should have died as a child, or better yet, he should have never exited. Their parents were working day and night, often over stressing themselves, as they tried to pay off the financial problems like the large medical bill, there was always an uneasy silence in the house after they had finished visiting their sick brother, and no matter how hard they try their best to make do without him, they couldn't permanently erase Huang from their lives. An evil plot hatched in her mind. Why didn't she have thought of this idea sooner?
Late at night, she snuck into the hospital room and grinned maniacally at the thought of having to finally live a normal life without the stress. She didn't want him to just die. No, she wanted him to suffer, just like the family did all those years. Pressing one hand against his fragile and vulnerable throat, she slowly added pressure.
Eyes snapped open as he realized he couldn't breathe, and hands instantly scrambled to pry off the locked grip on his throat. He choked and coughed at the lack of oxygen. Black began blurring his sight. Suddenly, the grip was released, and the rush of sweet air flowed back into his lungs. He concentrated his vision on the perpetrator, widening his eyes when it was his own sister. Fear latched onto his heart. No, it wasn't the fact that it was his own flesh and blood that terrified him, but the insanity, which burned in her eyes. He glanced at the door and at the phone to call the nurses or doctors to help him. His mind was racing for all the methods that could help him escape from Bran.
Bran's eyes darkened when she caught the gazes of some possible escape routes. No way was she letting him escape this easily. She gripped the collar of his shirt before he could react and shoved him against an open windowsill.
Huang grabbed at the edges of the window. The chill wind of the night bit at him. If he fell, that would mean instant death for him, especially since this was the top floor. Bran's wicked grin returned. She wouldn't let him get off with just a measly death. What she planned to do was whisper the cruelest words to him, and it was exactly what she did. Mocking sneers and cold sniggers pierced his heart. He knew most of what she said were true. He should have never been born if he was this much trouble, a regret to have around. Bran nearly cackled at the sight of bright, energy-filled eyes dull to empty lifeless ones. Fingers slowly released their grip, and his thin frame leaned out the window. Soon, sharp wind cut at him as he fell. For some strange reason, a dazed smile flitted about his face. He just realized that he was finally free from his cage. Barely held snickers were heard from the room, and suddenly, warm arms wrapped around his thin frame, and soon, a sickening crack rang throughout the night, and darkness took over.
However, hazel orbs blinked open to see an all-too familiar white room with his very few friends and family members peering down at him with the expection of Bran and Riku...
