Who are you
Third Oldest Doll
What are you like
If you could describe Nevaeh in one word, Masochistic cannot grasp it. He loves pain more than any normal human would. Nevaeh is guilty of Hostile , almost Feral, behavior. He will not listen to anyone and would rather chew his veins out than do what someone said. At first he hated pain, but because of his hostile behaivor father punished him relentlessly and he came to like it. When asked on the concept of Masochism, he himself quotes:
"Father yelled at me, only because I started to like it. It wasn't my fault, its just a turn on now. I can't stop myself from becoming excited, and once that starts I just beg and beg for more. Its not my fault that I'm a pervert, It's not..."
Who might you like
Yoko, possibly Minori.
What can you do
Innate capability~ Nevaeh has natural learning of most things you wouldn't know. For example most people cannot fly a plane or ride a bike without proper learning, but he already knows how to do them.
Superhuman tracking ~ Referred to as Pathfinding. In which you can track an individual or object through supernatural means.
Whats it like being you
Nevaeh cannot remember what it was like to be normal. For all he remembers he has been with 'Father'. [More will be revealed later]
What Else
Age~ 18
Gender~ Male â
Nickname~ Neven
Fun Fact~ His name 'Nevaeh' is the word 'Heaven' spelled backwards.
Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About Silence By Glassjaw
That burning feeling.
Red liquids.
Clear liquids.
Blessed are the sick.
Children shiver in the river.
Where is our god now?
Does he watch over all in El Segundo?
He don't lie when he say,
Under.
I'm wasting away.
I find time to pine.
When pining away my time.
Within sin
With no redemption
We will find our souls
and the shells they're kept in
all wasted away.
Blessed are the sick in me.
The prey, the thrill, the chill and we
are martyrs that crumble on time.
Predestination.
We'll stop upon dimes.
and heed constructed us all in El Segundo,
as the shivering children pray.
Demons in
demons out.
Cry for dawn.
Gratis.
Bored.
I'm the matador of the children's ward.
Beggars wed choosers.
Red sheets.
Bed sheets.
Boozers.
I'm the head fan.
Blessed be my bed pan.
It's a cold, having just been mugged feeling.
In the sun
I've got this for you
it's under my finger nails.
I brought this for you.
It's typically Sunday.
I'm digging a hole.
I'll shut out the world,
I'll shut out the world,
This is what it's like to be alone,
This is what it's like to be alone.