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Tristyn Waters
⊱This is me. Tristyn Waters
⊱I am 18 years young.
⊱I'm a female
⊱I'm usually very quiet and self sufficient, and tend to think that everyone is watching me, waiting to criticize me. I live as if something bad was about to happen at any second, and I do not take unnecessary chances. If one could take away the shell about my broken heart, one would find that I am cheery in the good natured Texan way that is so renowned. The closest anyone could get to seeing that in everyday life is my impeccable politeness -sometimes kindness- towards others.
⊱Unfortunately, this was my life.
Tristyn was born and raised in a small suburb in Texas with two loving parents and a younger brother. She had many friends in her elementary school and into her junior high years, until her house burned to the ground in a tragic fire. Everyone made it out unharmed except for her brother and her dog. Her brother suffered grievous burns all over his small body and, because of them was permanently disfigured and unable to see from his left eye. The death of her precious dog she remembered vividly; a small burning shape running from the house, screaming in unknowable pain. The poor creature -engulfed in flames as it was- ran down the street like a lantern until it fell by the curb, all fight and spirit left from it's small body. By morning the dog was nothing but a burnt corpse, in some places bone showed through the charred flesh. Tristyn was the first to see her beloved pet like this, and it scarred her. Ever since, she refused to enter a kitchen -for that was where the fire started-, is terrified at the slightest smell of smoke, and breaks into tears whenever she sees a dog. After that night, nothing was the same.
Her parents began to fight, for the stress of paying for their son's medical bills and the mortgage for their new home created tension. Tristyn watched from behind doors as her family fell apart. After a few years of rehabilitation, her brother caught a particularly bad respiratory infection and -since the smoke had injured his lungs long before- he died of it. Another tragic loss to Tristyn's family. This was too much for her parents, and they divorced. Then the fighting over who would have Tristyn started. During that time, Tristyn cried herself to sleep every night and suffered the anger stoically during the day. She was at this point 14 years old.
Her mother was granted custody of her, and from then on Tristyn has never seen her father. Her mother refused to talk of him. She became closed up at school, with no true friends to speak of. Then she found art. She took the class as an elective and found that she really enjoyed it and had talent in it, and so she continued, taking the AP courses of it her junior year of high school. Through her passion she met some people whom she would call friends, but she still devoted her whole life to her art. She seemed to recover a small part of her old self. Soon after her mother -for she was having great economic troubles- committed suicide in her bathroom. Tristyn had to be the one to find her. Her barely stitched together heart broke again. The social workers never found her father, and so she was taken to Brooke House, and there she has remained since.
⊱Posting color Dark Orange
⊱You should also know not much else about me
Played by Wings of Hindrence RP
 Aribis · Sat Feb 27, 2010 @ 10:19pm · 0 Comments |
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