One x One B L I N D--S P O T [w/ Xx-Katherine-xX]

[HANA]

B L I N D S P O T


c h a r a c t e r s


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[HANA]

L O U I S E H A V E N

f a l l e n - a n g e l

D I E D - A G E - 18


C H A R A C T E R I S T I C S

- kind


-caring


- quiet


- artistic


- touches his neck when anxious or scared

B A C K G R O U N D

He was a liar.


He saw the pain and rage that flamed in his brother's eyes each time their mother would hug him.


If he had said something, perhaps...their family wouldn't have been so twisted.


His father was a silent bystander that ignored the darkness in their household.


He wasn't any different.


He couldn't blame the monster for trying to drag him down to hell where they bother belonged.


He remembered the sensation of his lungs burning as water poured into his nose as his brother's hands tightly grasped around his neck.


When had the monster become so strong?


Suddenly he heard his mother's scream as the door opened. A loud thump and then the hands suddenly released his neck.


He pulled himself up gasping for the precious air, as his mother held him tightly sobbing while calling his brother a monster.


His brother lay limply on the bathroom floor, with blood pouring down his face. Beside him was a bloodied hammer.


No one knew that his brother wasn't the monster.

His mother was.


The lies grew bigger and bigger in their house with each hour.


They were the "perfect" family in their new town.


A fresh start...


More like a beginning of a new nightmare.


A life soaked with guilt and fear.


He knew that the monster was looking for him.


Ready to take revenge for all the things that had been stolen from him.


He knew he didn't deserve a perfect life with all the sins he had committed.


So the night his brother came to him...the night where his dream could have came true...


He chose to die.


So that his brother could live.


Little did he know, that his death wouldn't protect the people around him.




A D R I E N H A V E N

c h a r m i n g - m o n s t e r

A G E - 19


C H A R A C T E R I S T I C S


S T A B L E M O D E


- deviously charming


- terrifyingly calm


- suspiciously kind


T R I G G E R E D M O D E


-sociopath


- fake smiles too much


- eyes are filled with murderous intent


-starts speaking faster


- his voice gets lower


- he begins to tighten his fists


- may unknowingly grasp one's throat


- brushes his fingers through his hair


-merciless





B A C K S T O R Y

He was nothing but a monster in that woman's eyes.


The minute he was born he left to freeze, blanket less on the metal cart while his brother was hugged and wept over by his mother.


The person who touched him the night he was born was the doctor.


As a child, he had a hope that something would change.


He thought that he was the monster and that if he did everything perfectly his mother would love him.


But no, it wasn't what was inside of him that his mother hated.


It was his existence that was so despised.


While his brother was coddled and cooed over, he was left to emotionlessly stand in the corner.


The only times she ever showed a sign that he existed was when she tortured him.


Scars ran down his back, bruises painted his limbs, chemicals had burned away his sense of smell, and most of all...


his heart had frozen.


His father...father...that was a hilarious word.


Was nothing but a stone statue that looked on without a word.


He didn't know what came over him that night as he stared at the lucky child who played safely in the bathtub.


Not having to worry about a woman barging in and suddenly pouring bleach into the tub and burning his skin.


Why had God played this cruel gamble?


Allowing one child to be saved while the other crushed.


He rushed in and the next thing he knew his hands were tightly grasped around the boy's neck.


Just as he was about lift his brother out and apologize his mother crashed a hammer into his head.


He didn't remember what happened for the next thing he knew.


He had been locked up in a mad house.


He ran and ran away from the prison and finally reached the address that the nurses had been whispering about in the corridors.


His feet were bruised and infected, yet he remained standing as he stared in shock at the unrecognizable perfect family that sat at the dinner table holding hands and praying.


Hypocrites.


Thieves.


Liars.


But all sinners would have to repent at one point.


And that time...would come very soon.




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[Xx-Katherine-xX]

H U N T E R . E L A I N E . C O L E M A N

A G E - 18


C H A R A C T E R I S T I C S

S T A B L E M O D E


- sarcastic


- antroverted


- smart


- plays with her hair


T R I G G E R E D M O D E


- scratches her palms when stressed


- bites her lip a lot


P E R S O N A L I T Y


Hunter is an antrovert, meaning she's the in between of an introvert and extrovert. She kind of floats along the spectrum depending on the situation she's in. For the most part though, as long as she knows you, she's sassy and kind of a smart-ass. She knows when to shut her mouth though and is good at listening, even if she has snarky comments she wants to make. If she doesn't know you, she can seem shy and unassuming but once she gets comfortable around you, she's an open book.

B A C K S T O R Y

Hunter grew up in a small town and through elementary school kept to herself. She was always the kid who got straight A's and was a bit of a teacher's pet. By the fourth grade she could read at a high school level and was well above her age's average test score. And so she worked hard at school, studied and read and didn't bother much with making friends. Her parents had always been rather suspicious about this, so when the new boy moved next door, they were eager for Hunter to get to know him. For her, it was awkward and uncomfortable. She didn't really know how to interact with people well and the first few times they hung out were strange but Louis helped her. He showed her how to socialize and made sure that when they finally started school, she was included in the things he did with his friends. And that was the beginning of it. From the day he showed an interest in her, she couldn't help but wonder if they could ever be more than friends. They grew older and Hunter's feelings grew stronger. She had never had a boyfriend and never been kissed by their junior prom and Hunter figured at that point it was now or never. So she asked him to go to prom with her. And then he got nervous and she played it off like she was joking. What was she thinking? Of course he didn't like her. I mean, they were inseparable, practically siblings. And then the accident happened and she was devastated. Her whole world had been shattered. She had lost her best friend and seeing him lying there, dead, made things so much worse. So she ran. Just like always. Except this time he wasn't there to catch her and break her fall.


(@HANA )
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