Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-72.12.208.227-20191104133653/@comment-47.196.178.210-20191108023034

I'm actually changing my height, because I have had experience with being called shortie, so I'm just going to change it. Here's some stuff I added or changed:

Height: 5'3 *big change*

Past: *from Shadow's POV* Ever since I was born, my dad started hating me a lot. I figured it was because my mother had been spending a lot more time with me than my dad so I didn't worry much about it. But when I started learning about how Elve's minds were fragile to voilence, I started to think That my father, was going to abuse me hard. And he did. He always said it was fights with random kids at the playground. That's what my mom belived. But, since my father was a terrible liar, my mom knew what was going on after a couple of weeks. My mom hated that so she begged for a divorce, my dad didn't agree. He said.as an Empath, my mother should've handled this better. Then she said as a Flasher, my dad shouldn't be so dark and abusive. All I could do was sit and wait. Wait, wait and wait. So I started school at Foxfire, and my dad started being nice to me again. He would do my hair, help me with homework, all kinds of stuff. But when I manifested, It could've been the worst day of my life if Bronte hasn't stopped it. My father brought me to be descryerd, and I was excited. The only kids that have been descryerd have been super lucky. And I was one of them. When we had arrived, Bronte opened the door for us, and saw something in my eyes. It wasn't something I could of taken out, it was pure black hate. Hate that had been stored in there since I was born. All it needed was to be triggered and it could be I learned on anyone. Bronte didn't mention it to my father, because he knew he would trigger it to come out. But when he started talking about my past, I got angry. He was talking lies. Lies, lies, lies. He wouldn't say the truth. I got so angry that I unleashed some hate onto my dad. It wasn't just some. It was so much. Bronte saw it. He started inflicting on me to calm me down, and get me back to reality. Once I was back, he told me that I was an Inflictor. I was happy for some reason. Happy about hurting people. But Bronte didn't notice. I still got descryerd, but I was able to talk about what really happened in my past, because I did lash out on my dad. But when I was a level three, I manifested again. This time it was different. It was at one of my private lessons with Bronte. I was thinking about darkness, and inky blackness came from my hands. I was freaking out. I didn't know what to do. So I just screamed. Bronte calmed me down, and told me I had manifested again,and that it wasn't normal for an Inflictor to manifest twice. I told my parents, and my mom was so excited. Two abilities. Shade and Inflictor. Pain abilities. But I was happy about them. And then I realized. I was happy because my dad despised the abilities. Finally, I made my day. I told my dad, and then he slapped me. He told me that I was a disgrace to the family. He didn't inform Dame Alina. He told my mother that he did. He was just lying again. I raged on him. So much. I told my mom what really happened. She informed Dame Alina, and everyone clapped harder than they did for anyone else before. Why? Because an Inflictor got two special abilities. But when I got home, my dad hurt me so much. I didn't have enough rage to knock him out. So I lied there, motionless. My mom took me to a physician. They said that I was in a dark place for the rest of my life. Because of my dad. So that's when I started dressing darker. Everyone didn't really mind it. They just thought I was wearing  Inflictor/Shade atireir. But I was just in the dark place my father had put me in.

Shadow also occasionally wears maroon.

-AlliKeeperFan