ℱaith and ℳiracles

Lacuna

eyebrow queen



  • Before you dive into your character skelly, keep in mind that cancer is not the only disease that threatens children’s lives. This isn’t a “The Fault in Our Stars” situation, get creative when you are making your character! I do ask that you do research on the disease too, no one wants to read about some made up disease or see things not lining up. Go all Grey’s Anatomy with this, I don’t care as long as it is believable. Now that you’ve read that, have at it!


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My Character


“It’s not a secret that I’m just a reject.”


Name:


"Just look at my arm band."


Camryn Lockwood


Appearance:


"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to stare?"


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Age:


"Too young to be this broken."


17


Gender:


"Get a clue."


Female


Sexuality:


"I like boys, but they don't like me."


Heterosexual


Faceclaim:


"Look at that, she died. Maybe it's a sign."


Crystal Reed


Ailment:


"Don't flatter yourself, my heart skips a beat without you."


Congenital Heart Defect


Time lapsed:


"I've spent more time in a hospital bed than living."


1½ months


Room Number:


"11 is lucky, right?"


A211


Traits:


+Intelligent, Brave, Outspoken


-Restless, Independent, Closed off


Personality:


"Don't get to close."


Shut up and act like a lady, two things Camryn has never been good at. She’s strong willed


and independent, never letting someone influence her decisions. From the beginning she has


been forced to put on a brave face, taking everything that’s been thrown at her. Everything that


she has gone through has only made her stronger, but more closed off. When dealing with trialing


times she puts her walls up, afraid to let anyone in. Her independence should be a good thing, but


for her, it’s a hindrance. She pushes people away when they try to help her. To her, the company of


a good book is more important than the company of a person.


Background:


"One word, hospital."


From the moment Camryn was born she was a walking miracle. On April 12th, 1997 she was


brought into the world, 2 months premature. Her mother suffered from pre-eclampsia during the


pregnancy, causing her to have to deliver Camryn early. The doctors weren't sure if she would


survive the next month due to a heart abnormality, her heart valve wasn't functioning properly,


and she frequently had arrhythmia issues. At a month old she had her first surgery, a conduit was


put in to help with the blood flow. Everything went smoothly but the doctors still had their doubts.


A month passed an she was still there, then a year went by. Defying the odds stacked against her


Camryn survived. Her heart condition started to get better, as long as she didn't participate in any


physical activities. When she was 12 she had a heart failure. The conduit that was put in pace


simple didn't fit anymore. She was rushed to the emergency room, going through yet another


surgery, replacing the conduit.


After the surgery she spent most of her time in her parents library, filling her mind with useless


facts and tid-bits. She would spend hours in the library, loosing herself in books. They allowed her


to experience everything she couldn't. All of the wild adventures she dreamed of going on were


all possible in the confines of the leathery books. High school wasn't easy for her, sure she had


friends, but they never talked outside of school. Most people found her outspoken and independent


personality obnoxious. She kept her heart condition a secret, she didn't want people pitying her,


or giving her special attention. She wanted to be normal, but in spring of sophomore year, when she


was 16, her arrhythmia came back, causing her to be pulled from school and put under the


supervision of the nurses and doctors at Harper-Mercy. When the arrhythmia didn't show signs of


getting any better she went into surgery, this time getting a pace maker. When people from school


caught wind of her being in the hospital everyone wanted to be her friend. All that did was annoy


her. Every time a nurse would say she had a school mate visitor she would simply respond with,


"Nobody cares until you're sick or dying." The only visitors she allowed where her parents.


A year later, one week after her 17th birthday she experience sever pain in her heart. The walls of


her aorta were thinning. Immediately she was put on the heart transplant list and admitted as a


permanent patient at Harper-Mercy.


Theme song:


"One day."







Other:


Has several scars on her chest from heart surgery.
 
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"Sorry, I'm a bit bruised and broken right now."


Name


"Addy, Ada, Dara, any of those are fine"


Adara Johnson



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Age


"Bit to young to be this messed up."


17



Gender


"What does it look like?"


Female



Sexuality


"Well, their body structure is the exact opposite of mine. That help?"


Heterosexual



Face Claim


"I don't know anything about some Australian actress."


Emily Browning



Ailment


"Don't worry, it's always hard to breathe."


Tuberculosis



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Time


"It's been centuries, I'm telling you."


2 months



Room Number


"Want to visit me?"


A211



Traits


"Ah, the short version. Lazy much?"


+Calm, Joker, Caring



-Sensitive, Sarcastic, Slightly Cold



Personality


"All about me time, huh?"


Adara always takes things with a calm acceptance, knowing that nothing would change her situation. She puts on a brave face and jokes around, using sarcasm to hide her pain. She cares for those around her and tries to care for them, but she can't always let herself get close to them. She's sensitive, and occasionally wants to curl away and cry, but she always pushes forward.



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Background


"Does this really matter?"


Adara was born to a middle-class family with enough money to support everyone. For most of her life she was healthy, occasionally becoming sick, like any normal child. She went to an average middle school, and was attending an average high school. She had good grades and a good amount of friends.



Her mother and father loved her dearly and tried to make sure that she wanted for nothing, but on her seventeenth birthday celebration with her friends and family, they became a bit over protective once she started to cough blood covered mucus. Before hand she'd been having fevers a bit more often, and experienced a bit of weight loss. Extremely worried about their daughter now, they quickly checked her into the ER, and within the next two days they were informed that Adara had Tuberculosis and would have to stay at the hospital.


That was three months ago, and upon hearing of her diagnosis, her 'friends' had practically abandoned her, not wanting to be near someone so sick. Because of their betrayal she has become slightly cold to those around her, thinking that once they learn more, they'll ditch her too.


Theme song


"Well, I guess this fits me."


Warrior by Demi Lovato



Other


"Darling, you'll be okay...Or so they say."

 
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| Age |



"Apparently, this is supposed to matter."


18



| Gender |


"Please, I'm not that gay."


Male



| Sexuality |


"As if you couldn't already tell."


Homosexual



| Faceclaim |


Michael J. Willett



| Ailment |


"I'm on the waiting list..."


Leukemia






| Time lapsed |


"Three weeks and counting."


3 weeks



| Room Number |


A214



| Traits |


+ Flamboyant, Humorous, Bold; - Finicky, Selfish, Blunt


| Personality |


Noah Sanders is your classic eclectic, witty, gay best friend. Despite being a walking and breathing gay stereotype, Noah see's nothing wrong with the way he acts. So what if he likes fashion and so what if he wants to add in a bit of b*tchy humor here and there in his sentences. Noah's proud of who he is and he makes sure to let everyone know that. Now within this 'Every-girls-dream' gay best-friend, lays a few faults that come with the whole package. Noah is terribly picky about his needs. Apparently the world doesn't move until he gets what he wants or so his mother keeps telling him. He doesn't particularly think about the consequences that come after his actions which causes him a bunch a drama most of the time. If you need a serious straight-up answer that doesn't hold back the important and crucial details then Noah is your man to go to. Even if your his best-friend, that doesn't stop him from making you cry because you gained a few pounds and somebody needed to tell ya. All stereotypes aside, Noah still has more guy-friends than he does have girl-friends and he still does what typical guys do. Like watching sports, tossing around a football, and even rating the hottest to the ugliest though only difference is he's rating guys.



| Background |


Lower middle class living isn’t much to look forward too. Noah never went to camp or nice schools, or was able to participate in extra curricular activities. Meals were often noodles, or some sort of sandwich. Mom was never around, dad never explained why. Family never helped, and dad was barely ever around. Noah had to grow up fast. They moved wherever his dad could find work, and he would have to pack up his life every six months. Making friends was always difficult, and daddy never let him leave the house anyways. All in all his life was dull and lonely, except when he was with his cat. His contact with the outside world was minimal, but all of this changed fast when daddy married an upper-middle class widow who couldn't have children. Noah was around the age of seven at this point in his life and the woman that married his father adored Noah to the core. Noah's new mother babied him and dotted over his every need. While the mother worked, the father stayed home and took care of house cleaning.



Noah had a pretty easy life after his step-mother stepped into it. There was plenty of food, clothes, and time to spend with his step-mother, Charlotte. Middle school was a tough time for Noah when he was just stepping out of the closet but in high school he was a fierce individual that couldn't be swayed or harmed by bullies and gay insults.


At the age of 18 Noah was rushed to the ER after collapsing at school and falling unconscious. When Noah awoke he was told he was diagnosed with Leukemia and that he was in need of a bone marrow transplant. Now all there is to do for Noah is to wait for a donor. Though will his time be up before the waiting list gets to him?



| Theme song |


Broken Open by Adam Lambert



Other:


"Darling, you'll be okay....said the healthy to the sick."

 

"You think I need legs to overcome this?"


Name:



"It's pretty easy to remember, but my history teacher didn't seem to think so."


Arie Paris Leach


Appearance:



"I really want to dye my hair. That one little blue streak there just isn't doin' it for me, you know?"


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She has small coloured and blonde streaks in her hair, but they're pretty faded. The most notable ones are the blue on the left of her face and the pink to the right. Her full height is 5'8", but more recently that's not much of a concern.


Age:



"And to think I could be in Trig right now."


15


Gender:



"Really? I mean, I know this gown isn't exactly flattering...."


Female


Sexuality:



"I take 'em as they come."


Pansexual


Faceclaim:



"I'm told I look like the girl from The Host."


Saoirse Ronan


Ailment:



"Nothing I can't handle."


Friedreich's ataxia - inherited deterioration of nervous system


Time lapsed:



"Not very long, in comparison with some other kids here, but still long enough."


2 weeks


Room Number:



"I'm glad these are only three numbers. I wouldn't be able to remember more than that."


A213


Traits:



"I do my best."


+


Optimistic


Cheerful


Sweet


-


Loud


Forgetful


Rarely serious


Personality:



"Let's rock this thing!"


Arie is definitely one of the more positive people on the spectrum. She's always looking towards the bright side, usually using her sweet charisma to charm people into seeing her way. There's some childish part of her that's in denial of the unfortunate and the inevitable, and despite knowing deep down what's really waiting out there for her, for everyone, she desperately locks the possibility out of her head. To put it simply, she can't handle the truth sometimes. She substitutes instead her own sweet lie to diminish the pain.


She's a very sweet girl when it comes to reacting with others, but she can also become obnoxious pretty quickly. Her chipper attitude and loud laughing certainly aren't everyone's cup of tea, which she doesn't particularly mind. Talking is basically the only way she knows how to vent, so she'll do it if she must. While she acknowledges that sometimes people don't want to hear what she says and that they might have it worse, she sees that as no viable excuse to dismiss other people's needs. She feels obliged to counsel people who seem upset and feels guilty when she isn't able to help. She's very protective of those she loves and will do everything within her power to make those around her happy. She's flirtatious and very open about herself, and though she has a tendency to forget who exactly it is she's joking around with, it makes it slightly funnier to see the look of dread on her face as she incorrectly identifies someone and tells them the wrong embarrassing story.


Background:



"You know, I've got it pretty good, all things considered."


Arie was lucky to be born into a pretty wealthy family on January 16. They weren't millionaires, but they had a big house in a nice neighbourhood and good schooling. Her brother Max was born when she was seven, and they quickly formed that love-hate relationship that older and younger siblings seem to share. Still, she's incredibly protective of him. She shares a very strong bond with all of her family. She doesn't want to endanger what's there because she's too scared to be alone and she's too scared for them to be alone.


She first felt a little pang in her chest on the bus home from school when she was fourteen. She didn't really take a note of it - why would she? Just a regular, sometimes-sort of thing - until she rolled over on her foot a few weeks later and couldn't exactly get up. She got a scan done for any issues. The doctors found a genetic mutation causing a condition called Freidreich's ataxia, which progressively breaks down the nervous system. It didn't really effect her too seriously, excepting some more pangs and trips, until about two weeks ago, when she entirely collapsed in the middle of the hallway. Her legs had been growing weak for a while, but now they were rendered entirely useless. Her nervous system attacked her spinal cord and all feeling below her waist has been lost, rendering her paralysed. Part of the reason she's here is to adapt to the wheelchair and not being able to use her legs. Another is that her symptoms have been developing pretty quickly since then, and she's being kept here until they can figure out how to help her, as she desperately wishes they would stop saying, "get back on her feet".


Theme song:



"I have to admit, I've never really put much thought to this."


Mykonos - Fleet Foxes


(A really beautiful song by them you should also listen to is Blue Spotted Tail. Just sayin'.)


Other:



"Darling, you'll be okay."

 
"Things won't get better if you don't think better."


Name:


"No one seems to remember me but they remember the Christmas song."


Noel Wrenry


Appearance:


"Put a bag over my head and it might be a good picture."


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5 foot 7


156 lbs


Pale skin, hazel brown eyes


Brown hair which looks auburn in bright light.


Age:


"I have the heart of a child, but the soul of your 80 year old neighbour."


17


Gender:


"I feel slightly offended..."


Male


Sexuality:


"A personality speaks more then any face."


Pan-Sexual


Face claim:


"I remind people of a model, I don't see it."


Harry Wooler


Ailment:


"Don't cut me, might bleed out." *Chuckles*


Haemophilia B


Time lapsed:


"The days seem to be all meshing into one but I believe it was a month ago."


1 month


Room Number:


"I share the bed beside Mr. Noah."


A214


Traits:


"Everyone has their pros and cons."


+


Optimistic


Kind hearted


Forgiving


-


Lies about feelings


Easily irritated


Restless


Personality:


"I'd hate to talk about only myself but,"


Noel is very sweet, he'll always put others before himself. He finds his own joy in those around him, when someone else smiles it is very common to see him grinning along with them. Though his doctors prognosis about his life span in only a year and a half more he still attempts to be happy. Noel is very caring the big brother of any group, and known to often times treat others like the younger siblings he never had. Many times he may invade someone's personal space when he enjoys them and be to active for his own good. The nurses often times need to tell him to calm down or to put down a child the children's wing down. Noel tries to keep the topic of his and others illnesses under the rug, because he wants to live without his disease plaguing his mind. He just wants to live.


Background:


"Well, on the night of December 23 1996..."


Noel was born with the inheritable disease Haemophilia type B given to him by his grandfather. But the single child boy still lived for the longest time taking his medication and getting check ups whenever needed. As a child he thought it was cool, his blood disorder made him unique. Special. Something every ten year old yearned for.


But soon the normal everyday medicine turned into shots once his defected white cells couldn't slow the bleeding of a simple knee scrape from a bike ride. It all shifted into a normal thing into his life, he stayed within the safety lines which where built for him. But at some point a month earlier from exactly today around four in the morning a rather simple thing occurred. He awoke with a bloody nose, to many it wouldn't be much of a problem just get a towel or a cloth to slow it down. But this was a rather terrible sign for Noel, even after a half hour it hadn't slown down the slightest in fact it felt as if it had picked up all the way to the point in which he passed out on the drive to the hospital. Awakening in the bed he still lays in today. Then after being thoroughly examined he was given the prognosis that at the rate he was going he'd live at most two years. What a life he is living, what a life.


Theme song:


"Though I left without warning without a goodbye, I have faith that soon someday you'll be by my side..."


Iris by Adrisaurus


Other:


"Darling, you'll be okay."

 

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"Are you living? or are you existing?"


Name:


"Hi, I'm Connor. Pleasure to meet you."


Connor Adkins


Appearance:


"Well, this is me."


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Age:


"I'm turning 18 in November."


17


Gender:


"Oh... this one's tough."


Male


Sexuality:


"I'm still a little shaky at this point."


Bicurous


Faceclaim:


"I am the one and only."


Shawn Mendes


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Ailment:


"..."


Gaucher Disease


Time lapsed:


"I can't remember."


Two months


Room Number:


"I'm not really with the crowd."


A215


Traits:


"Lets see..."


+ Understanding, Thoughtful, Humorous, Musical; - Sensitive, Quiet, Quirky, Introverted


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Personality:


"Hmm... I'm not really an expert on myself."


Connor has always been that frail, sort of hopeless person that no one can wrap their mind around or comprehend. He's too complicated for other mind sets, but has a weaker understanding of socializing and mental stability. Not that he's a crazy person, but just in the way that he can't handle socialization or if some one hurts him.


He feels obligated to take the fall for anyone, and is too productive with thoughtfulness for his own good. He'll always be writing thank you notes or songs to nurses or family members that stop by. He feels it's what he's supposed to do, and it's the only chance of creativeness he can get.


Connor can't speak a word to a person unless they speak to him first, which can be troublesome in some situations. His awkward and quiet demeanor forces him to always be uncomfortable, and he can't ever relax.


Background:


"You'll probably fall asleep."


Connor Adkins was always just a normal boy with not-so-good grades, a single mom, and two older twin sister's that were always by his side. They were rooted as a family and all cared about each other after the heart break in which Connor's father married another woman with out divorce of Connor's mother. It was sudden, but was only pushed aside by the Adkins family. They didn't care too much about it, so nothing was stressed. Connor always had his trusty guitar to comfort him, accompanied by his beautiful voice.


After a few seemingly normal months, Connor had been suffering from constant nosebleeds and back pain, and had always been getting hurt too much at school and around the house. It seemed like every little thing made him get hurt, And after a running incident where Connor had slipped and broke his arm on a rainy afternoon, they found that he had Type 3b Gaucher disease.


Gaucher disease is when the body has a deficiency of glucocerebrosidase, an important enzyme for your visceral organs, and is replaced by other substances in cavities of the spleen, liver, brain, and central nervous system.


Connor began to suffer seizures, and his visceral organs began to enlarge. His bones grew weak, now to the point where he can't even stand up, and he's already gotten several bone marrow transplants.


He's been in agony and stress for so long, and is trying to keep up with life, but it just keeps pushing him back down.


Theme song:


"Not really a theme song, but it's a favorite."


Other:


"Don't worry Darling, You'll be okay."


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"You were given this life, because your strong enough to live it"


Name


"That's my name"


Tessa Watson


Appearance


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Age


"I can drive"


16


Gender


"I'm a lady"


Female


Sexuality


"First time for everything"


Bi-Curious


Faceclaim


"Pretty right?"


Sofia Black D'Elia


Ailment:


"Death wish from my folks"


HIV


Time lapsed:


"Been a while"


2 months


Room Number


"It's that room"


A213


Traits: +Optimistic, Creative, Caring -Reckless, Loud, Sarcastic


Personality:


Isolated and in fear, Tessa can be very standoffish. Soon as you make her smile(which is easy to do) you got a new fun friends. Almost like a ten year old coloring and painting her pass times away. Tess loves being the center of attention at any event she is there and ready to talk and dance.


Background:


Born to a reckless mom and a mystery father, Tessa had a hard time. Her mom slept around with so many men, she never knew who exactly was her father. Suprisingly with her mother's neglangence she overcame and excelled in school, fantastic marks and all. Luckily her aunt and uncle were like her dream parents, making sure she was well-fed and loved. practically living there. All was well tell one day she came down with the 'flu' it started like any flu. Still it went away, then it came back, and again, and again till she finally collapsed pouring cereal. Sending her to the hospital, few test's later she was HIV positive. The so called 'parents' have infected her with the diesease and a life sentence punishable by death. Now she stay's here at the hospital fighting a losing battle, still she'll look death in the eye and spit in it.


Theme song:


"Always going"










Other:


Don't worry Darling, You'll be ok



 

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“I like pictures. They don’t change, even if the people in them do.”


Name:


“like the camera.”


Kodak (Cody) Lysne



Appearance:


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Age:


“and only barely legal.”


18



Gender:


“from planet XY”


male



Sexuality:


“am I allowed to dabble?”


bi-curious



Faceclaim:


Gregg Sulkin






Ailment:


“so my nerves have decided to retire early..”


ALS- neurodegenerative disease



Time lapsed:


“too long doing nothing.”


3 weeks



Room Number:


“the odd one out.”


A212






Traits:


“gotta take the good with the bad, the happy with the sad.”


+thoughtful, curious, sarcastic; -solitary, dishonest, stubborn






Personality:


“because why.”


Kodak tends to be quieter at first, and likes to keep to himself in the face of new situations, though once he opens up he can be playful and adventurous. He rarely backs down from a challenge and adventure tends to be his top priority. Like his namesake, he enjoys photography; his mind works in patterns and colors, and he never ceases to think of what a good story a photo might tell. It doesn’t take much to make him happy (food!). He’s very independent and can be strong willed at times. Kodak is good at masking his emotions when need be but when he is around people he trusts, his guard is down. He’ll always has a few words to cheer you up. Although Kodak is trustworthy, he's never taken a particular fondness for being too committed to anything; if others need to rely on him too much too quickly, he'll simply step away. In all honesty, he's simply afraid of being depended upon as he doesn't want to disappoint. He's a smooth liar, although he tries to be honest. Lies have just been easier for him to hide behind. “Sanity is a cozy lie.”



Background:


“it’s a good thing I’m a leftie.”


He came from a modest, decent family somewhere on the outskirts of the city and was in his senior year of high school, with a scholarship for water polo. It wasn’t until he was knee deep in the season when he started having issues throwing the ball across the pool. At first, he wrote it off as a slight sprain, not uncommon in the sports world, but when he dropped his precious camera, he realized something was off. The doctors put it down as ALS. And essentially, he’s become a sitting duck. ALS attacks at the motor nerves, and for weeks on end he struggled with the idea of eventually losing all ability to move. Thankfully, it’s progressed slower than he’s expected it to, and so far he’s only come away with a slight limp on his right leg and the inability to use his right hand. He knows what waits for him, but for now, it’s easier for him to sweep the ALS under an imaginary carpet.



Theme song:


"what is this?"


Flaws-Bastille






Other:


-affinity for photography


“Me? I’m not so strong anymore. But darling, you’ll be okay. I promise.”

 
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"Welcome to your deathbed..."


"Don't speak to me."


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Age:



"
It's a shame..."


17



Gender:



"
Who knew?"


Male



Sexuality:



"
Haven't you heard?"


Homosexual



Faceclaim:



"
I look surprisingly good for my condition."


Lucas Till



Ailment:



"
Where's my hover skateboard?"


Multiple Sclerosis


Time lapsed:



"
6 Days, 22 hrs, 42 min, 53...54...55..."


Room Number:



"
I wanted a room with a cute face...bugger."


A212



Comedic Spontaneous Brave Introverted Inhibited Gloomy






"I've been told to be happy...I just can't."


Marcus was always the class clown. He had something funny to say about everything and it made him feel complete to make others laugh. When he was diagnosed, it rocked him to his core. The disease had skipped two generations, just to be inherited by him. All his dreams had been crushed and now he was just waiting to deteriorate.



Marc could make the hell out of an event, priding himself on being the cook, host, and entertainment. He constantly looks up recipes online and tweaks them so people will want more from him. And usually, they do.



He doesn't like people he doesn't know. Marc was always scared of being rejected. And, in his condition, he fears people will look at him in an entirely different light than before.



"Everything you don't see."


Marc was a happy child. No over exaggerated lifestyle, his mom was a kindergarten teacher, his father an accountant for a law firm in downtown Chicago. He lived in a 2 story white house, with a wide lawn that always stayed green. Every morning, his mother would make him scarf down oatmeal and eggs with a glass of almond milk--he's lactose intolerant. His father was stern but loving. His mother was intrusive, but loving. They had no worry in the world.



Until Marc developed a twitch in his right hand. It was small and with he thoughts that it was just a bunched nerve from exercising, he places a patch of Icy Hot on it. The symptom went away...but returned three days later, slightly worse.



His mother took him to their family doctor, hoping he would prescribe some meds and they could put it behind them. He escorted the two to a nearby hospital, where tests were ran. To his mother's dismay, they'd figured out exactly what was wrong with her boy. And she felt the full guilt, for it was her Grandpop that she knew had the disease.



Marc's mother and father have put everything they could toward getting him into this hospital. They are hoping that the symptoms can be reduced, somewhat. But, Marcus has already accepted fate. And now, he counts the clock handles as they move, and he slowly fades away.



Theme song:



"
Gotta love it."


"The Joker" by Steve Miller Band



Other:



"
Darlin', you'll be okay...but I won't."



 

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Alright, I'll be starting the first post after the last character is completed.


Be on the look out for the first post, I would tag all of you but the tagging


system is still messed up.


Now's the time to watch the role play thread, if you aren't already. :3


 


First post is up! :3

 

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