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My Life is breathed from:McMuffinDragon
I am plainly: Katherine Francis Donovan
My years are numbered: 17
My tendencies are:She's easily frightened by just about everything, but Jacob makes her feel secure and safe. People describe her as spineless, quiet, and sad when around others, but what most people don't see is that she is quite talkative only to Jacob. Due to her submissive nature, Kat has no friends her age. Kathrine loves walking through the woods, sunshine, and water. Her least favorite things are noise, work and her father.
My Life is a story: Kathrine grew up in the pub her father owns, The Cracked Hammer. Once she was old enough, she worked as a barmaid or waitress. Her father has tendency to become rather drunk, and he's a mean drunk. He accuses Kathrine of killing all his hopes and dreams when she was born and frequently hits her, to which Kathrine takes no stand against him and tells no one but Jacob. He is desperate to get rid of her and constantly tried to marry her off to young men who come to the pub. All Kathrine ever wishes to do is spend her time with Jacob. He reminds her greatly of her mother, whom she barely knew.
My Anam Cara is: Jacob, if you couldn't tell
And there's more: Her clothes are quite different than the picture implies, but I'll have the changes in my post.




















;;No day, but today;;

My Life is breathed from:Rama722
I am plainly: Emily Rose Hatter
My years are numbered: 18
My tendencies are: Emily is a outgoing, in your face young woman. She is not afraid to do something for herself or a friend. People say she is rude and harsh, but that is how she sees the world. Because of her rash and sometimes cruel self, she has few friends. Edward is the only one she trusts but she will help anyone whom she sees needs a hand. He is also the only one who sees how much she wants a friend. She loves sweets, meat and the rain; hates sour things, vegetables and the bright sun.
My Life is a story: Emily's first memory was when she was five years old, with Edward, in a cave of men. They were not evil men however, claiming they found her on the side of the river, abandoned. These men were hired fighters, and taught her everything they knew. She quickly became as strong, fast and agile as they were and she bested some of their best men. However, one day, when she and Edward were out in a local town, they left. There was nothing at the camp when the two returned and from that day Emily swore to find them and "pay them back". No one knows if she will fight them in anger, or thank them for raising her.
She lives to fight, and she fights to live. She only sees the black and white in life and travels with Edward. Edward reminds her that there is more to life than fighting, that sometimes she needs to stop and smell the roses. She passes this off and heads for the next fight.
My Anam Cara is:Edward, called Ed or Eddy, but only by Emily










































;;Live today as if theres no tomorrow;;

My Life is breathed from: Utsukushii Otaku
I am plainly: Namine de L' Cor
My years are numbered: 18
My tendencies are: Namine loves the sound of music. She has a makeshift flute that her father carved out of a tree for her. It has been her most prized possession. Because she is not easily trusting Namine mostly keeps to herself. Her head is usually caught in a dream as she cannot bear her current state without her father. Most times she wears and expression of sadness or one of coldness. Her looks have earned her the fear and jealousy of many people and so she has learned to use her piercing green eyes to intimidate others from coming to close. She likes harmony found in nature and dislikes those who look down upon others.
My Life is a story: As mentioned earlier Namine loves music. Namine never knew her mother as she died giving birth. Her dad tried to make up for that fact by cherishing her and providing for her a warm upbringing full of love. Her father was a woodsman and as such they lived near the forest. Her father was also very good with a flute. He would sometimes carve them out of wood and when she was 10 he gave her one. one thing her dad never did was take her into town. He explained that people would not understand her appearance or how he had raised her on his own. This confused Namine. It wasnt until she strayed into town that she realized what her dad meant. People looked at her as if she were some sort of freak. Her looks were too perfect...her cherubic face too much of a temptation for some. Namine learned early on to hide herself from others lest they try to assault her as so many had done before. Her father taught her the basic arts of defense but against large numbers it would be more difficult. Her father died when she was 13 from an infected wound. That was when her Anam revealed itself to her...she thought she would be alone but with him at her side she knew she could survive.
My Anam Cara is: Damyan