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Legend (H/L) - Hair length (H/C) - Hair color (E/C) - Eye color (2/E/C) - Second eye color    Ty sat on a wooden stool in front of a wooden table, he was bored beyond belief. Sometimes he still couldn't believe that he didn't get a role in the pack! And yet, a sixteen year old girl gets to be a Guardian! Sure, she was incrediblely skilled, fast on her feet, had wit unmatched by anyone in the pack, and could make a weapon out of anything! But, she was still just a child! And he was 23, and had no role in the pack! It was an understandment to say that he was upset about not having a role in the pack. But, Ty wasn't good at any

Punch. Kick. Slap. Whip. A loud cry cut through the air. A small (H/c) girl was on her hands and knees as she was repeatedly whipped on the back by her uncle. Her aunt watched with horror in her eyes, but she knew if she even asked her husband to stop, she too would be hurt. (Name) wanted all of this to end. But the only way she could think of would change her life forever. Her uncle finally slammed his heavy boot down on the (H/c) back. Her limbs gave way and soon meet with the unforgiving stone floor. As her uncle left the room, he didn't catch the hate filled glare that (Name) sent his way. (Name)'s aunt gave her a sympathetic look

Legend: (F/C) - Favourite color (E/C) - Eye color (H/C) - Hair color (blond, Raven, ect.)    A tall, brunette male attempted to stand from his spot on the blood soaked grass, only to fall down causing even more pain in his side. He grunted in pain as he pulled out the arrow logged in his side.    After just laying there for a moment the male attempted to stand again, this time succeeding. The brunette male limped around the thick forest, holding his bleeding side, and bragging his leg slightly because of the arrow still logged inside.    "Come one, Sky." The male said to himself as found himself by a river.

"Emil! Take Peter!" you yelled at your uncle. Iceland was only a year older then you were but he was your uncle. You handed your baby brother, Peter or Sealand, over to him as he climb on the roof of the gas station. While Iceland was climbing you shoot the walkers that were to close for comfort. "(C/n) behind you!" you turned around just in time to almost be bite by a walker. Before you could react the walker had you pinned to the ground. "AH!" you screamed digging your long nails into the walker's neck. You shoved your small black gun into the walker's mouth, but before you could pull the trigger more walkers began to pill up on you. "E

Bernard and Thurston starred at the letter. The letter was from Bernard's boss, the letter stated that their was indeed a personification of (C/n). (C/n) was a country under Swedish and Finnish rule. Inside the letter was a picture of the personification. It was a boy, who looked no more than thirteen years old, he had long (H/c) tied back into a small ponytail, his hair covered his left eye and slightly covered the right. The boy had almost snowy white skin, he seemingly had (E/c) eyes, under his right eye was a red glowing crack, and under his eyes were darkened most likely from lack of sleep. From what they could see in the picture he

The screams and cry's of your people rang in your ears as you watch them being massacred. Women and children being raped, men being beaten to death, and when it was seemingly over, the ground began to shack. Earthquake. Fire broke out, as well as a huge tornado began to from and head to you and your people. No...were not ready! Everyone ran to the underground bunkers made in case of such a catastrophe. The ground cracked open, people fell in. Buildings collapsed, more died. The more people died the more it hurt you. The more your body's skin ripped open. Leaving deep and definitely permeated scars. You felt as if you were being ripped l