Kelacao Application- ValeBiography
Your deviantART Username : Z0mbieMuse (the O is Zombie is a zero)
Name of Character : Lauren Marie Shynker; goes by ‘Nova’ or ‘Vale’ most commonly, but will also use a variety of other fake names to avoid giving out her identity
Age of Character : 19 years old
Date of Birth of Character : December 26th
Gender of Character : Female
Height / Length of Character : 5’11.5”
Weight of Character : 178 lbs.
Skin Tone / Color of Character : White, but since she spends a lot of time out in the sun, she looks a lot more tan than she actually is.
Eye Color of Character : Her right eye is a deep blue, but her left eye is a lighter shade of blue and slightly cloudy (both eyes work completely fine, one just looks different from the other)
Body Type of Character : Thin, but all muscle; The only real ‘fat’ on her body is her breasts, which aren’t that big either
Hair Color of Character : Blue-black (she has natural au
RRP Mission 1: GOD DAMN RATS MAN.It was a Saturday afternoon, and the main shop alley was crowded with people. Landon trudged through the crowd, trying to maneuver himself to a spot where there were less people. His bright yellow scarf was ripped and caked with mud, he had a relatively big tear in his left pant leg, and his hands shoved in his pockets. Still, he grinned to himself, happy with his latest mayhem-causing stunt with Eva. The two had started slinging mud at one another, and ended up running away from the cops. After dropping Eva off somewhere safe, Landon was now looking for something else he could do, preferably something more dangerous. However, after looking around and finding absolutely nothing better to do, he decided to lie down in an empty alley and take a nap. Sure, it wasn’t the nicest place to sleep (especially since it was mainly just a bunch of trash bags), but at least no one would find him here. And so, he slept.
When Landon awoke, it was completely dark outside. "Damn." he allowed the
Femlock Post-Reichenbach: 3 Years Later"Jhoan!"
Sherly chased her best friend down the street, shouting her name. Jhoan finally stopped and turned around, sticking her hand out telling Sherly to stop running. Sherly noticed that Jhoan had tears in her eyes, but there was also anger and hurt.
Sherly spoke first. "Jhoan..it really is me. I'm back." She took a few tentative steps forward.
Jhoan whipped her gun out, pointing it right at Sherly's head, causing her to freeze. "Don't move or I shoot." Her voice was cold and bitter.
Sherly took a few steps back. "Jhoan..."
"Shut UP!" Jhoan suddenly screamed at Sherly. "You were DEAD! I SAW YOU!" Her voice was now full of anger and resentment. She stomped her foot on the ground. "You were dead Sherly Anne! And NOW you come back?!" Her hand was trembling, so she raised her other hand in attempts to stabilize her shaking gun hand. It didn't work.
"Jhoan, let me explain.." Her voice was soft. Jhoan cut her off again.
"No! No Sherly! You were dead! No pulse, the blood.. There was so muc
The Virtual World- Chapter 1The Announcement
“I hate my family so much.”
Liam Walker turned around to see his best friend Sevrinn Worran standing behind him, looking the same as ever. His chocolate brown locks swept in front of his face messily, sticking up at odd angles, showing that Sevrinn hadn’t done anything to his hair that morning. His bright green eyes peeked out from behind the curtain of hair that hid the majority of his face. He had thrown on a pair of light gray jeans with a black t-shirt, making his neon blue scarf that he always wore seem much brighter than it was. With his backpack casually thrown over his shoulder, he walked around the table to where Liam was sitting and literally threw his backpack down, plopping down in the chair. He crossed his arms and slammed his head down on them, groaning
“Well good morning to you too?” Liam responded quizzically. Sevrinn had been acting quite strangely lately, but Liam hadn’t said anything about it. He seemed to b
The Trigger Was The FriendShe had been clean for three months when she broke down again.
The night before, she went out with her boyfriend, had a grand ol’ time. Bad feelings were stirring in her chest, the feelings of something dark, something terrible. Something like death.
There was no note. There were no witnesses. There was only a blank computer screen with a single article: Young man shot down by police. The article stunned the girl, but she did not cry.
Her best friend came to her, crying, shattered, broken. BestFriend had loved him, he had loved BestFriend. He couldn’t live without BestFriend was his excuse for dying. Was it a suicide? She questioned the possibilities.
There she sat, a terribly sad song on whilst comforting BestFriend when she was aware of the nagging pain in her head. Pain of failing to comfort BestFriend, failing to have any meaning..and the world came crashing down.
‘Just one” she told herself as she made three lines. “Just a little bit deeper