Post by Gerard Heike Bellerose IV on Dec 21, 2015 9:06:45 GMT -6
Basics...
Name: Sid Moss
Age: 16
Skin Color: White
Gender: Male
Height: 5’5 1/2
Hairstyle, texture, and color: Blonde, straight shaggy hair. Sometimes I spike it up.
Eye Color: Steel Blue
Birthday: April 9th
Zodiac Sign: Aries, obviously! We’re awesome!
Family...
Mother: Gertrude W. Moss
Father: Roger L. Moss
Sibling(s): None
Pet(s): None, my parents don’t allow any.
Extra: My parents are often away on business, so.
Personality…
Likes: Writing, doodling, making hilarious photoshops on the school’s computer, jokes, and being a total hottie. ; )
Dislikes: Bossy people, cats, and being alone.
Hobbies: Writing, drawing, photography. (I’m not too great at photography though…)
Dreams?: I wanna be a world famous author. I love writing, and live to entertain.
Backstory: Many, many years ago, I woke up in the middle of a four lane highway, fire everywhere. My body was scorched horribly, but somehow I had survived. I couldn’t remember who I was, or where I came from. All I knew was that something really bad had happened. I also felt an unexplained pain in my chest… Like I’d lost something dear to me. Suddenly, out of the flames, emerged two figures: My Mother and Father. I couldn’t remember them whatsoever. In fact, I couldn’t believe that they were at first… They both had such dark hair and eyes… Complete opposites of mine. But, pretty soon, they took me into the hospital, and the doctors put me in this big machine with wires and a metal door. As soon as I was put inside of it, I remembered something… An event similar to the one I was in in that moment. A metal machine… And a pain in my chest. I immediately burst into tears, scared out of my mind. I later learned that I had been having nightmares similar to that incident before our car accident. The machine they put me in restored memories that I had forgotten. How silly was it to think that my parents weren’t my own?
List some adjectives that describe you: Brave, sarcastic, determined, stubborn, leader, smart, naive, awkward (in situations where emotion is called for), fun.
Sexual Orientation: Straight.
Relationship Status?: Taken, sorry ladies… ;P
Extra: Unknown to Sid, he was actually laying on the highway because that’s where his ship landed with other clones on board. The metal machine didn’t restore memories, but replaced his old ones of the lab with false memories of his new family. His “nightmare” was a real memory of the lab, when they wiped his memory. (The machines were a prototype at the time, so they didn’t always work exactly as planned)
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