Name: Mac
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Assertive and independent, she never really fit the mold in her life. She dislikes people invading her boundaries. Angry at societies treatment and perception of women. Leaving school at 16 because of how many fights she had got...
"I suppose we make I life for ourselves." I answered the boy, it was still an odd sensation to speak with a mouth in my chest instead of in my head. It was also odd to not have a head at all. I noted a girl sitting in the background, she seemed quite reclusive.
I strided over to what I heard were voices, people talking. I came across 6 people, all very short compared to me, my height made me very self-conscious, as did my lack of a head.
"Hello." I murmured. "I mean you know harm." My voice, I could tell was baritone.
I made sure to use very slow...
Awakening in the hills I went to a sitting position, I am Roberto and I gathered my flock, two small bleating ghouls he had taken pity on as they were making a nuisance of themselves outside a village. I walked in slow but long bounds, my bare feet embracing the grass and refreshing morning dew...
"Damned lucky is more like it." He then thought about how he wished he was the one who died. He went to the grave he needed to go to. He knelt down in front of it, there she is. The girl I loved, still do too, dammit, if I hadn't changed places with you. First time he'd been here since the...
I won't eat people, well not on screen, the manner of his species mean that is his case.
http://www.keiththompsonart.com/images/full/anthropophagus.jpg
Link, warning may be a bit scary. But I want him to look scary but not be.
He nodded. "I was hitchhiking, when it came down." He rubbed the ridge of his nose, recalling it perfectly. "I remember the court case, it was one hundred meters from me. Almost took my leg of, severed my femoral."
Name: Roberto
Age: 23
Gender: male
Race: Anthropophagus
Appearance: Looming at 8 feet tall
Personality: Despite his appearance, he is very approachable and friendly. A tad melancholic, but otherwise very good company. Thoughtful and selfless.
Reason: A troubled childhood, he...
I pulled my head back, teeth still gritted, a flap of skin and other tissue came with it. I spat it out onto the floor and started gnawing again, I felt blood vessels in my mouth as I bit down, shaking my head to rip and tear and rend.
Biting into my arm, I shake my head like a dogs to try and rend. I feel blood running down my arm and taste it in my mouth. Ripping skin sounds like ripping paper in a way.
"I'm sorry for your loss." He said genuinely, now catching his breath.
"I'm John." He panted. Holding out his left hand. "Can I come with you, I want to pay my respects."
Name: Christopher McKingley
Age: 16
Looks
Personality: Dutiful, respectful, irritable, sensitive. The latter two he tries his hardest to resist showing.
Reasons for running away: He was kidded out of his home by his family for being gay.
Other: His father was a spiteful survivalist...
I sat down by the fire, warming my freezing hands. Shock kills, I remembered. When something bad happens, warm up. Because with shock you get freeze and shut down. Stay warm, I did that, my ears were still ringing quite powerfully, I was at the front of the plane, right?