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MintCat

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Moriah Merle
(from old French word, means 'blackbird'.)
"Mortis"
('rigor mortis'- stiffness of a corpse after death.)

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Moriah adores her brother from the bottom of her heart, but never really knows how to show it due to him being busy and her being rather intimidated by him. As a child she admired him (and she still does) and would follow him around a lot. She used to sneak into his bed at night (against the orders of their parents) to ward off bad dreams and keep the 'monsters' at bay, but stopped as they got older, unsure of what he and everyone around him would think. Her tendancy to stiffen up and freeze when frightened or nervous gained her the nickname of "Mortis" from her brother, also stemming from her strange interest in death and horror. Even now Moriah is easily scared despite her job of writing horror novels, and staying up late due to her insomnia and doing research for her books makes her paranoid. She rarely sees Ezra due to his job, but when they both do find the time she feels relaxed and comforted by his presence, just like she did as a child.
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username;; ☪AlbinoLynx☪
name;; Raven
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Raven has a little bit of a complicated relationship with her brother. He is mostly dark, and unapproachable. So he doesn't talk to her much, or really pay any attention to her. But, she is a generally nice and happy person, so she tries everything she can to get her brother to pay attention. On VERY rare occasions they will hang out, mostly when her brother gets bored and wants change. She takes much delight into their rare "hang outs."

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username;; torisnowball
name;; wip
relationship with brother;; wip qvq

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To Ashton, her big brother is her model. Literally. She makes her
own scarves, shawls, bonnets, and more, and because they're so
close in size and the same colors, she uses him to model anything
she makes. She loves to drag him around to fabric shops, and out
to the flea markets to sell her stuff and force him to model it. He's
the only one she seems to know how to persuade. In addition to
being her model, she always runs to him with her angst and pain,
hoping he'll help her heal herself. Ashton loves her big brother very
very much, and is very grateful to have him in her life.

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[Kyo]

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Misika Crawford
Origin: Egyptian
Meaning: ’Born during rain’
Why this name?: When I first saw her, her eyes reminded me of rain water. So, with that idea in mind, I wanted to find a name involving rain and this one seemed like a nice fit.

❝ ike any typical little sister, Misika is always nipping at her brother’s heels and sparring over his attention. As children they were quite close, and she’s always looked up to him as her protector and savior in tight situations. This can lead her to be a bit clingy towards him in public situations, and people have even mistaken them for a couple because of her cuddly attitude towards him.

During her younger years, Misika was what most would consider overweight and so others often picked her on. Though her brother was always quick to jump to her defense, it didn’t help much that he never refused her when she asked for his dinner rolls at suppertime. Depressed and tired of her parent’s constant poking comments about her weight, Misika asked her brother to help her shed the baby fat once and for all.

It was during this time of intense training and hunger pangs that the two really bonded, and it was beneficial for both of them to be together. Her brother seemed to have trouble making friends, so she provided him with the company he couldn’t receive elsewhere. In return, his motivation would eventually result in her finally getting the figure she felt good with.

Now that they’ve grown up, Misika finds herself still pinning after him and trying to keep up. It seems like she’s always the one chasing him though and never the other way around, which worries her that he might find her annoying. Since they live in separate countries now due to her moving for work, she has to suffice with Skype calls and the occasional letter until holidays roll around.

She doesn't know exactly what happened between them but she's noticed they don't seem to be as tightly knit as they were when they were younger, and because she doesn't know much about his line of work she's often left worrying about him and his well being. When she does get to see him, Misika often acts overly affectionate and even a bit whiney in her attempts to reconnect their bond back to what it use to be. Her brother doesn't often appreciate her attitude, but generally puts up with her selfishness because of the cute, innocent, round eyed looks she gives him. Misika will do almost anything if it means her brother will give her more attention. ❞

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[hypersomnia.]

Well, I wont be trying out this time, there are too many amazing coding forms already posted and I would loose I know it
But AMAZING job on the design! Love the hair, and definitely the scarf <3

[Caesol]

u s e r n a m e ;;
caesol

n a m e ;;
altan (meaning red, often misspelled alton)

r e l a t i o n s h i p[x]w i t h[x]b r o t h e r ;;

She never really knew him.

Her older brother was odd, never really interacting with anyone. She found him charming though and liked to poke fun at the boy. She was raised separately from Ezra, growing up to be an adventurous female that never really cared for consequences. She was the most friendly and outgoing of the two; Ezra was hardly competing for that role. She was also cheeky and coy, often attempting to mimic her brother's movements and actions without really intending to follow him. Just to make fun of him, she supposed at the time.

Altan grew up not thinking he was right in the head... He was always so strange for keeping to himself. Like he locked his mind up, allowing nobody to enter through the doors of his palace. She was embarrassed of Ezra, even to the point she attempted to pretend she was an only child. Not that her elder brother cared, at least, that's what she thought. Despite ill feelings, the kia just moved on to a brighter future.

She rarely showed her face at the manor at that point, though she tried to make time for her family. Upon meeting her brother again, she actually warmed up to him, thinking that she disliked him because kids would be kids. Of course, after spending merely a few minutes with him did she get fed up with his nature, storming off - hardly suspecting his criminal status. Altan works as a detective, attempting to gain experience in the field although her parents disagreed with her career choice. She keeps a tight lip on their current mode of operations, not liking civilians to be involved with that sort of thing. Her brother though, seems to be more patronizing, to the point where she hardly wants to see him, immersing herself in her work.

All that mattered to Altan was to gather evidence in order to bring people to justice. She didn't have time for family anymore or a love-life for that matter, much less her snarky pudding-for-brains brother. He could do whatever the heck he was doing, just so long as he didn't interfere with her and her work. To each his own duty, she asserted.

The irony of it all: She really never knew him.

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Hollie was always the youngest in her family, the most naive, the most innocent.
But she couldn't know why her brother didn't love her the way she loved him...

Her parents hadn't had a very happy relationship. Neither had really loved the
other, staying together simply because they couldn't be bothered to buy two houses
if they separated. They argued a lot, and were very negative, both to each other
and to the world in general. Neither enjoyed their job, or liked the neighbourhood
or house, so the pent-up anger grew and spread.
When they found out they were going to have a baby, they tried everything to get rid
of it before it was born, but doctors refused to give permission- and so the little boy
came into the world.

His parents tried, they really did. But they coudn't look after him properly. The boy was
left for long hours alone in front of the television, or he sat, wide-eyed, watching his
parents argue and yell at each other. He grew up without love or attention, growing up
before his time, looking after himself for the most part.

When he was seven years old, his parents slowly began to get more positive. They
stopped fighting so much, worked harder, were able to move house and start
again. And they soon announced to the sullen boy that he was going to have a
new baby sister, which he wasn't impressed with. He wanted a brother.

This baby girl- Hollie- was born with a very different outlook. She was happy,
giggling and cheerful. Her parents were able to shower her with all the
attention she could ever need, loved her dearly. She was the apple of their
eye, and grew up with all the help her parents could give her. Her older
brother watched with narrowed eyes from the sidelines, jealous deep in
himself. He hated that his sister was loved when he was not. It wasn't
Hollie's fault, but he hated her all the same.

Hollie loved everyone and everything. She adored her brother- always trying to play, or
even just talk to him, but she was always shut out. She never stopped trying, though,
because even as she grew older she could never work out why he hated her. And she's never known.

The only gift he's ever given her is a red scarf. She's loved it ever since.

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n a m e;;

Mary Morstan
•••named after the woman who Dr. John Watson marries on the BBC show Sherlock

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Growing up, my brother Ezra and I had everything a child could want. I can remember having big parties and going on social outings. Although Ezra was never really in to being around others. Well except for me, I seemed to be one of the few individuals he would put up with. Now Ezra and I already were not too terribly close, so naturally over the years we've only grown further apart. I was always the more outgoing one and enjoyed things like chess tournaments (which I have a few trophies for), riding, joining book clubs and a whole number of other social activities. Whereas Ezra kept to himself most of the time. As we got older I saw less and less of my brother. When we left for university is really the last time I actually saw my brother. I would still write to him and he would reply most of the time. I did most of the conversing in our letters, giving him updates on mum and dad, how I was doing. Ezra though, would be extremely vague on how life was going for him. Most of the time I got the feeling he would just lie to me. After finishing my basic studies, I had chosen to go into law as my major. I had made up my mind to become a detective for the Met. This is one of the few times my brother actually took a legitimate interest in what I was doing. From time to time Ezra asks some odd questions in regards to police protocol, especially about containment of a crime scene and how detectives come up with profiles for suspects. Since I have made detective we have been in contact more. Although I can't help but get this strange feeling as to exactly why?