SURViVE

[crow]

Name;; Crow
Gender;; Female
Age;; 16 years

Rank;; Pawn
Race;; Native American / Caucasian

Personality;; I'm not someone who has ever been able to adjust correctly to life among other humans. I was 'diagnosed' by 'official psychiatrists' to have Social Phobia, be clinically Paranoid, and have Personality Disorder. I was anything but the social butterfly. I always found comfort in nature. Some people called me a Romantic because of this. But I always saw things for what they were; the world was a harsh and brutal place with one rule: kill or be killed. Because of that, I earned a reputation as a Dark Romantic. I enjoy being alone, at least away from other humans. Animals have long been my favorite companions. Whether I am hunting them, or merely taking a walk in the woods, I find comfort from them. But I am aware that I am just as much important as they are. Most have families. And all want to survive.

I shall be bold enough to say that I am very intelligent, and have a vast amount of common sense when it comes to anything. Give me a puzzle, and it comes down only to time. I am hard-working and unwilling to give up on anything once I have decided to pursue it. Given, I think long and hard about something before committing myself to a certain subject. It is also highly unlikely that I will ever truly love beyond companionship. For two reasons. The obvious being I am intelligent and think in ways that most others don't understand because they can't comprehend anything that deep. The not-so-obvious reason is that I am a lesbian. I do understand the worth of males, but I find them to be distasteful and too instinct driven. Too much focused on sexual desire when survival is what is needed. Though I admit that I am more like a male than female in the way I act and dress. But enough about the inner-workings of my mind. I don't like people knowing things about me unless I choose to tell them myself.

Description;; My hair is short, with bangs that sweep to one side to produce what humans call an 'emo' effect. The back is cut almost to the skull, keeping me free of tangles and knots. My eyes are blue, but are most unusual. They turn dark. When something within me is 'unsettled' or 'aroused', not always in a sexual sense, they turn dark. As if someone had infused them with black ink, the blue shadows and becomes a deep ocean color. I could be angry. Upset. Sexually aroused. But other than that, my eyes are a somewhat cold blue. If the light hits them just right, they literally glow. I am told continuously that my eyes are the single-most expressive part of my body. One glance and you can tell if I'm angry or upset, or anywhere in between. I hate this fact about me. I don't want people to know what I feel. But I can't hide it.

I am small and lithe, athletic, with a natural four-pack abdomen. I'm not very strong, but I have amazing stamina and a lung capacity that rivals a crocodile's. Standing at five foot ten inches tall, I have reached my maximum height. But what I lack in height, I make up for in all-around knowledge. I have a high metabolism, which keeps me perpetually thin, but also means I have to eat constantly. Which always keeps me on the hunt. No matter what. I am a Realist. I am an Opportunist. I am Crow; The One. The Only. The Ugly. The Rejected. The Survivor.

History;; I remember...forest. I had my bow...some arrows. I was deep-forest hunting. I had set up a tree-stand...I remember falling...then...I was suddenly...here...where is here?

Opinion;;
none met

Threads;;
où est ici? - Fields and Flowers

Music;;
My Way or The Highway by Limp Bizkit
Headstrong by Trapt
This Is A Call by Thousand Foot Krutch