"Your mind is like a candle stick, my ambitions are constantly burning out."
Oh... I didn't see you there... You want me to tell you about myself? Uh, okay then... Fifteen years ago, I was born to Dawn Delamater. At birth, the woman named me, Agalia-Raine Sarah Delamater. If your that blind, I'm a female, thank you very much. Enough yet? No?! Ugh, fine I'll tell you more... If your around me, I tend to act All of my teachers used to say that I was a temperamental child, but I just don't see it. I'm always calm unless you provoke me, but isn't everyone like that? I'm not shy or antisocial; I am just introverted, independent, a loner.. You can see me, but I'll explain my appearance to you in words too. For starters, I have curly dark brown hair with some highlights throughout it, but I tend to straighten it most of the time. I'm just slightly tan due to heritage, because somewhere between my grandparents and my great-great-great-great grandparents was a Filipino. So basically, the skin tone has gotten lighter through each generation since. I have a hint of dimples, but it only shows when I'm seriously happy and smiling, which I'm telling you is quite a feat since I don't get excited easily. Wow, that came out wrong, but you know what I mean. I'm 5 feet and 3 inches tall, and don't you dare make a joke about how short I am. Usually, a girl doesn't share her weight, but I am just 100 pounds. Trust me when I say that my weight doesn't determine my strength. Try anything on me and I just might clip your jaw.
Woah! You want to know about my past?! Fine, if I tell it to you, will you stop bothering me? No?! Fine, I'll tell it to you anyways... When a man and woman love each other very much, they bang and make babies. In this case, it was my quarter-Filipino/French/Italian mother and some guy she had met while high on cocaine. Add in the half-god part and, yeah, I'm ethnically colorful, and my mom still regrets falling to peer pressure with the drug thing. And yes, I was awesome enough to be born with a double name, Agalia-Raine.I think I was your average little girl, except for the fact I despised things pink and girly and would rather write or watch cartoons than play with Barbies. My mother always stayed single, thinking it would be better to raise me knowing the truth instead of making me believe that some other guy was my father. Yeah, my mom was just blunt like that, and it rubbed off on me a little. While I was at school, my ADHD mind was often in control and I always ended up snapping and doing-before-thinking when someone gave me reason. For example, in middle school I met a major pervert; when he hit on me, I kicked his crown jewels, if you know what I'm saying. But like I said earlier, I was calm. I didn't throw some tantrum because I was dyslexic. And I know that now you're wondering how I wrote a lot while being dyslexic, and the answer is it took a lot of time and I mostly stuck to poetry. I never figured out for years what my mom did for a living, but I think I caught her (by accident, of course) selling drugs for money. It made me wonder how I never noticed her marijuana plant before. Anyways, when I was thirteen, after an attack from some beast thing, the police had come and they found the drugs while examining the scene of the attack. It was decided I wasn't fit to live there and had to be moved to an orphanage. Not fun, I tell you. Not. Fun. And the whole time I couldn't help but wonder where my father was in all of this; like, couldn't they track him down or something? Apparently, no one would adopt me seeing as they all wanted the younger kids-- the toddlers, the babies, nearly all kids up to ten years old. And then another attack from some monster happened, and I grabbed the first weapon I could find to fight it off. Meanwhile, this was at the freaking orphanage, where I'm pretty sure they all looked at me like I was a freak. Shortly after, some teenage boy who always liked to hang out there for reasons I didn't know at the time took me to Camp Half-blood, where I stay year-round. The end.
Some extras that might be handy to you... My weapon of choice is twin daggers. I like loud music (like Screamo or Rock-- talk about awesomeness!), the night and storms (they offer inspiration and alone time), writing. I dislike the orphanage, police, monsters, annoying people, perverts, school, optimism overload. There you go, now can you please leave me alone? Thanks. OH MY GODS! WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW?! Ohhhhh... Turns out that my godly parent is ZEUS... Bye Now...
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"Behind every mask, lies a man, who can't live in his own skin.
He lives by the flask, he bathes in his past, and he dies by his own sins."
