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Sage Rebecca Brown

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a character in “Bounded by hate”, as played by Lvdwilt2000

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|{Full Name}|
Sage Rebecca Brown
|{Nickname}|
None
|{Birthday}|
May 14th
|{Age}|
21
|{Ethnicity}|
Australian//White
|{Sexuality}|
Straight
|{Occupation}|
Model




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|[color=#Color]{Quirks || Habits || Oddities}[/color]|
▪ Has a foreign accent unlike any other ▪Thinks out loud from time to time ▪Thrives in both Autumn and Spring▪ Has an extremely high alcohol tolerance ▪Rarely ever gets tired▪ Can cook if she wants too▪ Can kick ass if she needs too ▪Dislikes being alone ▪

|{Talents || Strengths || Skills}|

Reading
Modeling
Dancing
Karate
Cooking


|{Flaws || Weakness}|
Not Trusting Enough
Flirts A lot
Stubborn


|{Hobbies}|
Reading
Writing
Dancing
Swimming
|{Fears}|

øThe Whole System of Soul Matingø
øHer Parentsø
øLife in Generalø


|{Secrets}|
WIP
WIP

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|{Personality}|
The personality of a woman is hard to define. For hormones gets in the way of your colors. We really have no colors because it all happens through hormones. But for a few things to jot that is something that normally stays are.

S T U B B O R N
Our dear friend Sage is fairly stubborn. Okay that is a lie (but lying we will get to later) She is mostly all the time stubborn. She is stubborn most likely because it is a human instinct and all people are stubborn in their own way. Fair enough?

L Y I N G
Okay lying. I told you we would get to it. Lying is something she does. Not in a bad way like “I lie to get what I want.” It’s really just white lies if you think about it. “No I didn’t hurt my mother.” Or so on. She really just lies because she has to.


C A R I N G
Sage is a caring person at heart. She just had to learn to stick up for herself but she is a caring person. She loved helping at an animal shelter and taking care of people at the hospital or at the senior hospital. So she is a caring person at heart.




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▲Cats ▲ Dogs ▲ Cheerleading ▲ Swimming ▲ Modeling ▲ Horror Movies ▲ Seniors ▲ Helping people ▲ Writing ▲ Reading ▲ Romantic-Comedies




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▼Snakes ▼ Dirt ▼ Worms ▼ Her Parents ▼ Sleeping ▼ Ants ▼ Action Movies ▼ Superhero Movies




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|{Place of Origin}|
(Born Australia) || Lives in Los Angelos
|{History}|
[font=MS Gothic] B I R T H
Sage was born to her teenage mother that slept with a bit of an older guy named Johnathon. He was a bit older and normally drunk or not in a good mood. The birth went swell for her mom. Her father there, not drunk. Her parents got married and ended up living in a small town with only a few two dozens families.

T H E F I R S T T I ME
The first time he hit Sage. Oh she was about three years old and she came home from school and didn’t get such a good mark in school. Her father was drinking and of course he saw the mark. He began to shout and yell. Suddenly then she was hit out of nowhere. He continued to hit her until she had a big black and blue bruise on her knee.
T H E C O N T I N U A T I O N
Sage was hit throughout her entire childhood. Her mother didn’t bud in because she didn’t want to cause problems. She never got into too many problems but suddenly it became every night and it didn’t stop. Whatever she did everything was wrong.
T H E A C C I D E N T
Sage was continuing to be hit. One day she got into some trouble. A boy had drove her home from school. Her father saw and brought her into the hosue. Her mother ran to her room locking the door and she was to fend for herself. She told her father it was just a drive and nothing else. He suddenly began kicking her and her leg snapped. She heard it break when he stood on it. Her father went to sleep and her mother took her to the hospital getting her a cast and many questions from the doctors.
T H E D A Y S H E L E F T
She was so sick of it by the time she got to the age of eighteen and had finished all her high school. She packed her bags and left her mother to fend with the monster. She really didn’t care about her past life and now she was going to have to fend for herself and get a job. She grabbed a bus and went to Los Angeles.
W H E N S H E M E T T H E M A N I N H E R B A S E M E N T
When she got to Los Angeles and went to her house that she had boughten there was someone in her basement. She was a bit freaked out but she wanted to help.
|{Family Tree : People of Importance}|
Dad
Mom
|{Happiest Memory}|
Moving to Los Angelos
|{Saddest Memory}|[/font]

The Very First time she was beaten by her parents.



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So begins...

Sage Rebecca Brown's Story

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Death was a strange thing, you could go by your life making the right choices but really death held only two cards. Time and Fate. At the moment Fate had left Arturo many years ago and now he just waited for Time to take him. His "Master" hadn't been down for a few weeks now, longer than usual. He would often be left for weeks without food, although Arturo had never had a full meal in his life. Perhaps something had happened? Maybe he had been left alone for good...

He could only cling to a small scrap of hope that he had left, the hope that he would be free one day and be reunited with his family. If they were still alive.

He had been slumped against the wall he was chained to for weeks, he hadn't the strength to pull anymore. The metal shackles had dug into his skin making his wrist bleed and it was now swollen with infection. His mind was clouded in a white haze, all he had to do was wait until his mortal clock had finished ticking then he would be free.

His eyes were closed, his mouth painfully dry lips cracked and flaking away. His hair was long and his usual stubble that he favoured was now a full beard.

His eyelids fluttered open reluctantly at the sound of an unfamiliar voice " Are you okay sir?" at the contact to his arm Arturo growled as deeply as he could to warn this helpful female from him, he gripped her neck with his hand extending his claws as best as he could in his weakened state. " You find a man chained to a wall in a basement and you ask if he is okay..." Arturo replied sarcastically. He laughed wearily " You better leave...if my master finds you...we will both be dead. Or he will just keep you for blood...I'm just his plaything" he released her neck and groaned in pain.




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Arturo shook his head slowly " Just me, it's been just me for years. So many years" he paused as she picked up a hammer. He flinched expecting to be hit or even to be put out of his misery. " My master is the person who stole me when I was seven years old. Ripped me from the clutches of my mother and threw me down here."

He slid the shackle of his wrist wincing in pain as the blood crusted ring fell of his hand, he licked his wrist trying to clean it the best he could. " How long ago did you buy this house? When was it put up for sale?" Perhaps this would give him a better idea of what was going on. His head titled to the side like a dog.

" They didn't tell you who owned the house? You know about vampires? " he added shuffling closer to her so he could sniff her the best he could. In case she was a fake.




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