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 Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 3:42 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 3:43 pm
Name: Serina
Gender: Female
Species: Human/Pureblood Psychic
Age: 21
Eyes: Light blue
Hair: Long, wavy, light blue
Interests: Taking long, evening walks, quiet nights
Friends: None, since she's convinced she brings misfoutune and/or death to everyone she becomes close to.
Enemies: She tries hard not to come in contact with anyone, so none really.
Personality: Serina is one of the most depressing creatures to walk the earth. She rarely ever smiles or laughs, and if you ever managed to get one out of her, it wouldn't last very long at all. She is gloomy and downcast, and had a pessimistic way of looking at everything. Even if she appears cold and expressionless, Serina wants to help people. To make up for all the lives she insists that she had caused to disappear. Although, towards a certain Flame Alchemist, she has been able to open up more, and tell about many things she has never told anyone else before.
Quotes: "Why must everyone be taken away from me? Am I at fault here?" "I shoudn't be alive. I have no right to continue to walk the earth when everyone I lived for has disappeared." "I have vowed never to love again."
Comments: Serina had once lived happily. Even though she became an orphan at a young age, she was still happy. But after the death of her best friend and her lover, she slowly began to eat herself away inside. When her son died, barely six months old, she finally cracked, isolating herself from other people and the outside world. She starved herself and her sleeping patterns were abnormal. She spent most of days and nights in her dark, empty house. Her skin because pale and clammy due to lack of sunlight and food. For about three years she lived like this. Serina even tried to commit suicide once, but she was unable to do it, a part of her still desperately clinging on to life..
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 3:44 pm
Those I Have Met
Roy Mustang: Even if he's a kind person with much compassion, he means nothing to me. Nothing at all. He's just a stranger, like everyone else. But lately, I feel at such ease talking to him and being around him, even if I've only known him for hardly a few weeks.
Renna: She is young, sweet, and innocent. But also naive. I've been asked to look after her in Canthry, even though she seems to be fairing very well. She seems to be attracted Mustang-san, even though she's already Edward-san's girlfriend. Or so I've heard.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 3:45 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 3:46 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 10:11 am
April 7th, 2006
I swore on his grave that I wouldn't. I devoted my entire life to him, to take care of him, to love him. I even bore his son, but he didn't live long enough to see it with human eyes. But even when both have passed away, he is the only that deserves my affection and love.
Over the last few years, I wondered if he had taken part of my heart and soul to the grave with him...? No. This morning, I realized he hadn't. It still beats in one piece within my chest.
I must erase that man from my thoughts, the man that calls himself Roy. I must not think about him. But it's proving to be as difficult as the lives that have been lost to me.
I have not forgotten about my beloved Kyou, or my son. I just try not to think of them too often.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 9:30 pm
(The hand the writing is done in is irregular. Sometimes the writing is in an almost unreadable scrawl. Other times, it is large and messy, like that of a child. The ink is smeared in places, and runs pointlessly as if the writer were merely dragging the point of the pen across the paper in jerky motions. Blots of ink that can't even be recognized as words.)
I'm all.... alone again. I am. I am.
In the end, no one will want to stay by me. It's a curse. A curse, DON'T YOU SEE?
Everyone will leave me, just like everyone else. And I'll be alone, like I... like I was always meant... to be.
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