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 Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 7:00 pm
Name: Troa Reeve Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Quirky Characteristics: He has multiple persona, but mostly has control over them unless he us under a lot of stress. I don't mean having a pile of paperwork to do by next week kind of stressed, but more like if you do one thing you die, of you do another thing X amount of people die... kina stress, but more often then not, not that extreme. He is laid back and easy going most of the time, and enjoys having a drink and cigarette most of the time. Last Memory before you awoke: He was going to his adoptive mother's gave, as it was the anniversary of her death. Appearance: 
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 8:16 pm
Troa's Past Troa wasn't born into a loving family, actually he doesn't know anything about his birth parents or his origins at all. His first memory was him chained to a iron support pillar in a basement, rags for clothes and water dripping from the ceiling. From as long as he could remember, much of his childhood was spent with him more or less getting the s**t kicked out of him. He had to teach himself how to defend himself, and fight back against the men who kept him there. With little pieces of... something that could barely be called food to live off of, and water that looked like it was pulled out of the sewer to drink. He had developed multiple persona in his mind to mentally cope with the situation, but his body was covered in enough scars to discolor most of his body. He has to wear long clothing to hide them.
The first time he was ever out of the basement, he had a bag tied over his head and driven somewhere. When the bag was removed, he found himself inside a cage with another person around his age in it. Turning when he heard the cage door slam shut, he watched as they chained and padlocked it closed. There were more people around the cage, like a mob yelling and cheering. The next thing he knew, the other boy had slammed his fist into Troa's face. Troa fell to the ground, the crowd's cheering and yelling growing louder. Troa picked himself back up, and fought the other boy. At the end of the match, Troa had to be pulled off the unconscious and broken body of his opponent. Troa's life up until he was about seventeen continued this way. Being chained up, or taken out for underground cage matches. Over time he learned how to control his other persona, speak to them inside his mind, and bring them out at will.
One match, the pit was raided. Troa, not knowing anything else in life, fought against some of the officers who were trying to actually help him. He was eventually shot with a tranquilizer, and awoke in a padded cell in a straight jacket. Time passed, and was seeing psychiatrists and many other people and was eventually released. One of the officers whom he had gotten close to, adopted him into her family. Troa lived until he was nineteen with his mother, and for once he knew a peaceful life. However when he turned twenty, his mother was killed on duty due to a panicking person who his mother pulled over for speeding. The shock hit Troa hard when he heard the news, and had him form another persona in his mind. So far this persona is the only female persona he has.
Troa became a recluse, selling almost everything he now owned and set off on his own. He opened up an odd-job shop and has made his living that way, however he picked up drinking and smoking quickly which takes away a lot of his pay. His last memory was falling asleep while talking to his mother at her grave.
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 9:12 pm
Items Troa always has on him at least four packs of cigarettes, a zippo and a couple bic lighters, being a chain smoker since his mother died. He also keeps a flask on him, as well as a couple pocket knifes and one larger one hidden in his boot. The knifes are a habit he has had ever since he was adopted into his family, always slightly paranoid that the people who had used him as a cage fighter would find him again. He also has on him a pendant that was his mothers, tied around his right wrist.
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