Armor? Fresh.
Baby? Saved.
Character? Developed.
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Armor? Fresh.
Baby? Saved.
Character? Developed.

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Not everyone can say theyâve been to the Big Apple, but MARIBEL NUĂEZ, a 31 year-old WOMAN has lived in OCEAN HILL, BROOKLYN for 20 YEARS. This is the city of dreams and SHE/HER knows it, because they came to NYC to be a GRAPHIC DESIGNER. Living in the city means they meet all kinds of people, but everyone always seems to think they look like EIZA GONZĂLEZ. They even got away with free cab fare once because of it!
tw: child neglect, divorce, cheating
The Suffering
Theo sat there, holding his sister Leilaâs hand. Stroking it lightly knowing that this would never be the same. An anger rose from the depth of his soul, his heart, his mind. He tried to protect both of his little sisters. As one of the Deckhands came in to check on them. Theo raised his hand not letting the deck hand even speak out loud. âGet me Lusha.â His heart sank as he knew what he was about to ask that of his sister, a memory that was long bound, long gone, would come about the end of the world, but he knew he had to do it. He had to ask this of his baby sister.
Leila fluttered her eyes has she looked up at him. âWhat are you doing? You know if she finds out what she truly is.â Her voice faded off as her body was too weak to handle this situation.Â
Theo looked at his baby sister, moving his right finger against the scar on her face, the scar that his little sister Lusha or rather the demon bound to her had given to her just at the age of a child. He then moved against his scar that laid upon his face. The same demon, the same day had given to him. He sighed as he knew very well what he was going to ask that of his Lusha. Both of his elbows moved to his legs as he leaned over. Pulling his fingers through his hair as he stopped at the back of his neck. He eyes his weak, injured sister. As he thought to himself, but it wasnât thinking to himself, he spoke it out loud. âGive one sisterâs freedom up, to save another.â He was heart broken. He stood up and growled with frustration.Â
Theo leaned against the wall of the building, just staring at his sister. Shaking his head, not knowing what to do as he saw Lusha walk through the door with the deckhand. He looked up and down from almost head to toe with piercings and tattoos. She had changed so much since she was a little girl. He lifted his hand to comment on how many tattoos she had but fell silent.
The purple haired tattoo artist followed Deckhand into the stable, Lushaâs blue eyes darted to her sister and she quickened the pace as she fell to her knees on the hay below the bed. Moving her fingers up her sisterâs body, trying to figure out what had happened. She saw her brother in the corner. It was unlike him to have this emotionless face. âWhat happened? Why didnât you protect her brother?â She felt tears swelling within her eyes. Wiping them away quickly, she moved her fingers against her sisterâs forehead.
Theo nodded. âThere was an attack on the ship. She had gotten stabbed on the side, while protecting a deckhand, I tried to stop it, but I was pinned also.â He looked almost ashamed that his sister asked that question. The main reason why he went out to sea was to protect Leila, and he failed at that. He looked away at the both of his sisters. âI need to ask you something Lusha.â His voice trailed off as he didnât know how to ask this vague and serious question. âDo you remember how ma and pa died?âÂ
Lusha looked back at his brother, confused by that question. âYou told me they died by a demonâs hands, when Leila and I were little. Why do you ask such things at this time frame brother?â She moved her eyes to her sister as she kept her right palm on her sisters forehead.
Theo stepped forward as he placed a hand upon Lushaâs shoulder, he bent down and whispered into her ear. âYou were that demon.âÂ
Lushaâs elbow moved back to hit Theo in the nose, as she screamed. âWhat the hell are you talking about? Iâm Lusha damn it, Iâm not a demon!âÂ
Theoâs nose started to bleed from being hit by his sister. Holding the sleeve of his bloody shirt to his nose, he spoke. âDo you remember where Leila and I got these scars on our face? Do you remember anything when you were a child, Lusha. Do you remember killing our parents?â He said with a sad tone in his voice, as he knew they had bound her memories also of everything that happened. He knelt down to hold his free hand to her leg. âWe need this demon, we need this bitch to seek revenge on the person that did this to our sister.â He pointed with his sleeve that was bloody with his body and Leilaâs. âWe need this bitch to hurt the person that did this to our sister.âÂ
even more charcter development! thanks video games.
Me:Give me video edit ideas.
My dad and brother:Do some showing the characters character development through the movies.
Me knowing the character development in the movies after the first is shit but I donât want it to sound like I hate the movies:đŹđŹđŹđŹwhat else?

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There she is!!!!
Lord of the shades: Aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you just wanna go apeshit?
Noxus:
Cherry: I'm not going to be mad, just tell me why you have a fake ID.
Peach: *mumbling*
Cherry: What?
Peach:
Peach, whispering: You have to be over 18 to hold the puppies at PetCo.