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Shari Smallwood

''Just leave me alone, okay?''

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a character in “My Daddy Death: Revamp”, as played by tornadofan2

Description

THE CHILDREN
Name:
Shari Smallwood
Nicknames:
Does not specifically have a nickname. Some call her Death because she has threatened people before to kill them.
Age:
15
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Her face is different. She has a large scar that starts at her hair line, exactly in the middle. It goes down towards her left hair brow (If you look at her) and curves around it towards her cheek down to her mouth and stops just before that.
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Personality:
Shari’s very shy in general. She hides away from everyone that comes too close and tries to keep herself hidden from others. She always, unless she’s at home, wears a hoodie and sweatpants with jeans because she is scared of what people think of her. She’s been quiet for the past three years, but only talks every once in a while to her adoptive mother. That’s the only person she doesn’t mind to be around.

But she can be very mean as well. She's not scared to hurt people, even if it means she has to hit them, but in general she uses words to hurt people. She's not fond of this though, but she does what she has to to survive. She knows the world is hard and will never forget that fact. She will treasure the lessons she learned in the oprhanage.
Family Life:
She doesn’t know her father, her mother, or any siblings she may have.
Dreams:
*Find her father.
*Leave this town to become a vet.
*Study killer whales (orca) in the wild.
*Write a book.
*Take revenge on her bullies.
Likes and Dislikes:
+Animals
+Music
+Silence
+Dark and mysterious things (like demons for example)
+Reading

-People
-Animal abuse
-Her mother and siblings
-Abusive people
Bio:
Shari was born in the hospital and pretty much abandoned by her mother and older siblings. Once she was old enough she was send to an orphanage where she was bullied and practically used as a slave by one particular boy. She was often hit which caused several scars. This continued until she was eight years old. The boy caught a large scar in her face. He was put in a adoptive family. Two years later, she too was adopted.

Life was different afterwards. Over two years she grew quiet over two years when her ‘mother’ got a guy. The guy was kind and gentle, making sure Shari was comfortable around him. She didn’t mind him, but stopped talking. Sometimes she’d say a few things to her ‘mother’ but that’d be on rare occasions. She hides away from people but seeks revenge on her bullies.
What is your otherworld entity:
Hell Hound (Not really creative, but I love dogs anyways, and since a werewolf seemed a bit... Not evil enough, I’d thought a Hell Hound will do.)
Transformation Appearance:
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In general, her appearance is a blue-blackish appearance. But when angered, her coat turns a blood-like-colour red. Her fur around her neck, shoulders, half of her sides and upper backlegs will become as hard as steel. Her claws will grow large.
Power:
In her demonic state, if calm, she easily blends into the shadows just like that, without any hesitation and she becomes very hard to spot. When angered, she blends in the shadows too, but is easier to spot. She’s very fast in both calm and angry, a precision killer. She will kill without hesitation when needed.
Anything else:
Not really. Very excited to get this started, really.

So begins...

Shari Smallwood's Story

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Shari was asleep, hanging half on the couch, half on the floor. She’d been through a rough night, full nightmares. She hated those nights when they appeared, but there was nothing she could do about it. As the sun rose and her parents awoke, the guy her ‘mother’ fell for was awake first. She felt hands on her shoulders as the guy laid her neatly on the couch, before leaving to the kitchen. This gave her enough time to wake up. Shari stretched her arms and opened her eyes, yawning in the process. Her eye-sight blurry, she always needed a few seconds to get a clear focus on her surroundings. She smelled coffee, and toast. She even heard the sizzling of bacon in the kitchen. She closed her eyes, hungry. ‘’Why can he cook, again…?’’ she said softly as she sat up.

Deciding it was about time to get up anyways, she stiffed a yawn and got up. She took a few seconds to get stable, then walked towards the kitchen. Sluggish and drowsy, she felt as if she had a drink too much, even though she had never drank any of it. She hated it.

She stood in the door opening, watching the man put down three plates and forks and knives, butter, three glasses, a milk can and a pan with bacon. A basket with toast was the last to be put on the table and as she walked in, she heard the faint words of her ‘mother’ behind her.

‘’Good morning, darlings,’’ the woman said, taking her seat behind her husband and kissing his cheek. She was obviously in a good mood, not rare, but the last few days she had been in a bad mood, but luckily that was over. Shari simply nodded with a faint smile and took a bit of toast, some butter and a glass of milk. She seemed in a hurry, though she didn’t know why, herself. She ate quickly, took a strip of toast and left the table to get dressed.

‘’I sometimes wonder if I did something wrong,’’ the woman said as Shari left. She sighed and looked at her husband, he nodded in agreement. They continued eating.

Shari undressed in the bathroom, threw her cloths in the basket of dirty cloths, turned the shower on and took a shower. She was quick but enjoyed the stream of warm water on her body. She got out, dried herself and left the bathroom, but froze as she saw ‘mom’s husband in her room. He turned around and watched her, swallowed and quickly left with a flushed face. Shari didn’t blush, she felt rather embarrassed and got dressed quickly. She went to the couch, got her book and started reading quietly.

The guy seated himself beside her. Shari looked up and looked at him, felt herself get red and looked back down at the book.

‘’I’m sorry,’’ he said and looked at her. ‘’I didn’t mean to be in your room, I was just wondering if you were there…’’

She sighed and looked up at him. She nodded, offered him a smile she meant and continued reading. It didn’t matter, she knew he was not a bad person. Not like in the orphanage anyways… She went with her finger over the large scar on her face, remembering the pain she had felt when the boy, or as she had to call him, her ‘Master’ cut the wound. She got treated, he was adopted, and she afterwards. She spend more than half of her life in that cruel place and no matter what she told the care-takers, they didn’t believe her. And so she had many more scars across her body.

As the day passed and she continued reading, an aching pain started to develop in her chest. Within minutes it got so bad, it felt as if her heart was ripped from her chest. She dropped the book and screamed. The guy and the woman rushed to her and tried to figure out what was wrong, but the only thing Shari could think about was the pain.

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The woman was worried, so worried that everything around her seemed to become vague and fade into nothingness. The only thing she thought about was the child she adopted and that was now screaming, while they had no idea why. She looked up at her boyfriend, worried and tears in her eyes, fear across her face. “Quickly… Start the car. She must go to the hospital,” she whispered hoarsely. She concentrated herself back on the girl and gently stroke her forehead, trying to get her to calm down.

The guy nodded, quickly rushing towards the car. He opened the car door, grabbed the keys, put them in the hole and started the car. As the sound started, he got out of the car and opened the door to the backseat so he could carry the screaming girl to it and lay her on the backseat. He rushed back inside, the screaming still loud and clear. He really wondered what was going on, for Shari had been healthy ever since she arrived at this house.

The woman, still worried, had called the hospital in the mean while, telling them they were on their way to the hospital. She heard the car, picked up the girl and carried her towards it. Her boyfriend took her halfway and laid her in the car, making sure she couldn’t do anything to hurt himself, then got beside her in the car. The woman closed the doors and drove to the hospital, exceeding the speed limit. She didn’t care. She only cared about her daughter.

Arriving at the hospital that was not far from their home, a doctor and nurses were already waiting. Shari stopped screaming, managing to close her mouth, but the tears and the pain grew worse and worse. Instead, she dug her fingers in the chest of the man carrying her, in the hope the pain would go away. But it wasn’t. She was laid down on a bed and a doctor and nurses surrounded her. She grew scared and tried to get away, not trusting them. She was her ‘mother’ looking worried and scared, tears still fresh on her face as the doctor tried to calm her down, eventually having to strap her arms and legs to the bed. He put her to a heart-monitor and gave her a strong painkiller. The pain slowly faded to a still hurtful but dull pain in her chest. Shari calmed down and closed her eyes, wondering what was happening to her and why she was in such pain.

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#, as written by Rarikou
Remiel had barely waited for Adam to speak. He couldn't be bothered to wait- there was one of the children in danger! If that girl died... oh boy he'd be in some big trouble. He walked out of the doorless house and over to his police car, starting the engine and revving off at about double the speed limit. The trip took about five minutes, due to some extreme traffic dodging, and informing the police that he was chasing someone and they shouldn't interfere. He'd erase that memory later. His finest moment had been speeding off the ramp, breaking through the railing, and landing in an empty parking lot, and using the moment to slide out of his window and onto the ground. He wasn't bragging, but he was fairly certainthat he would have been awarded a perfect 10, especially since he he perfected that last landing.

Walking through the door to the help desk, he leaned over, "I'm here to question one Ms. Shari Smallwood."

The nurse blinked. "She had a heart attack, why does that need to be questioned."

"Why is everyone not simply saying 'okay?' Remiel asked, getting throughly annoyed. He tapped into his abilities, spreading a wave of compliance. He may have spread the radius of that a little to far- in the distance, he heard a patient agree to a surgery with a 90% risk of death... oops. "Now, what room is she in?"

"304." The nurse said simply. "And might I say, I love a forceful police officer."

Remiel blinked. Had he gotten the emotion wrong? That sometimes happened when Remiel was pissed. "Sure, maybe later." He said, walking off to the room. A woman outside, presumably her mother, was crying, She tried to intercept Remiel, but he shot her a look that said 'Please don't piss me off;." and she kindly sat back down.

"Wow, you must have really scared them." Remiel said, walking in to see her bound to the bed. He shut the door, using his sword magic to cut through the bindings, and sat down in a nearby chair. "Let me guess- sudden heart attack? Felt like you were dying? Intense pain and not nowing what the hell is going along with your life? Or do I have the wrong room?

Well, at least Remiel stuck to what he knew how to do best- directness.
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Aria watched Jameson go, half wondering what exactly he was doing, but turned back to the idiot scientist.. She took a breath. "Ulrich..." She said, and aimed a slap at his face, with all the strength she could muster. "Stop being such a JERK!"

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Shari had calmed down, lying quietly in her bed in the hospital. She hated these straps, it made her feel uneasy and definitely weak. She sighed, there was nothing she could do about it. Just as everything seemed to be calm and her struggle would soon be over, a guy she didn't know came in, closed the door and drew a sword. Her eyes widened. ''Wait..'' Shari closed her eyes, expecting him to kill her, but instead he freed her from her binds. She opened her eyes and watched the guy. 'How does he know that...?'

Shari got up and took a place hiding behind her bed, peeking at the strange guy. She had no idea what to do, what to say, how to respond to this strange guy. She covered her face in the hope he had not seen the scar yet. ''Who are you?'' she asked quietly.

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"Oh good, no screaming throwing things at me, or recommending a psychiatrist.. That makes my life easier." Remiel said with a smile, stretching out. "I have many names, but you could consider a good portion of those are titles, and some of them were said way long ago in other languages, so I won't bother giving those. You can call me Remiel."

"Let's see... right now, I'm thinking you're in the general ballpark of 'How do I know what's going on with you" Pretty .... well simple really- it's a common trait. I'll go ahead and just tell you that you were never in any real danger. Heart Attacks are... hmmm, they're you're very own handy dandy alarm system. Whenever you near a supernatural being, or feel it's presence, that's how your body reacts to it. It isn't the best way to do it but... you have to be warned somehow."

He looked around, finding one of these little apple juice cups. A sword was flung at it, knowing it at just the right angle to land in his hands, and he opened it. "Hmmm, I wonder if they ever improved the taste of these things.. bleh, nope." He said, tossing the entire thing into the trash cab, "That sense that you don't belong anywhere here is your natrual instinct. Truth ism the life you've been living your whole life is an entire lie. Harsh, I know. You're a very, very special child. In fact, 'very, very special' doesn't begin to cover how special you are. It could be better to say "You're so special there are only 6 others like you in the world. Yor a wizard Harry."

Remiel paused, then burst out laughing at his joke. "I always love saying that, it makes me laugh. But no, seriously, you're ha;f supernatural being. Or rather, you're the daughter of THE supernatural being. You're a daughter of the Grim Reaper. You may now call the psych ward if you feel freaked out. I'm in the mood to bust out of one."

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Shari watched Remiel as he talked about no screaming, throwing things or recommending whatever. This still did not gave an answer of who he was, and she lost his interest until he said his name. 'I still wonder what he's doing here and why me... People never get heart attacks at such a young age...' The guy continued bragging on about an alarm system or whatever.

She felt rather confused. 'How can a heart attack be a warning system? That's a stupid one.' She sighed, rubbed her eyes to see if she was really seeing him, sadly she was. And before she could ask her question, it was answered. She was a special child, a daughter of the Grim Reaper. That's why she was abandoned and put in the orphanage. That's why she felt like she didn't belong anywhere. It was enlightening, and scary.

Shari sighed and rose from the bed, watching him. She was afraid of him and his sword, it did scare her but she tried not to show it. ''So my father is the Grim Reaper?'' She sat down on the bed, letting it sink in. ''And what now?''