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Sorry I didn't get this done yesterday, I spent most of the day in the car far FAR away from any WIFI connection xD

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[b]Name:[/b]
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[b]History:[/b]
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You have 24 hrs to post your forms, good luck and please no WIPS or anything, your forms must be completed upon post.

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If nobody wants this I will happily keep it for myself, it's your choice ppl.

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Username:
ItsAscrubsThang
Name:
Lillia
Gender:
Female
History:
Lillia splashed at the water. She was born near a pond, and loved trying to grab the frogs there. She leaped and pounced, grabbing one. She put it in her mouth and swallowed it in a few bites. She smiled geefully at her mom. Her mom was asleep, as she had been a lot recently. Lillia's smile dropped and she went over to nudge her mom. Her hair was falling out, and bald, scabby patches covered her body. Her mother slowly moved her head and smiled at Lillia, tiredly. Lillia wimpered. "Mommy,-" She was interrupted.
"Hush hon. You'll be fine. Go back to practicing" and she was asleep again. Lillia whimpered, as a tear dripped down her face. She shut her eyes hard, swallowed, and back up. She faced the pond, and watched how peaceful it. She hated it. She let out a loud, deep scream. She growled, and hit the water, hoping to make it ugly. But after she settled, the pond was still the same. Peaceful, serene, and just as lovely as before. She hated it all. She wanted it all dead. Lillia swallowed again, and went back to catching frogs. Each one, she felt bad for killing. She slowly said the phrase she'd told herself a million times, just to keep herself from breaking out in tears, "My mother has cancer, or some sort of the thing. She will die, she doesn't have much left. She loves me a lot, and wants me to-" she began to tear up again. She didn't finish her sentence. This was how Lillia's life was. Her mother got a bit sick, and tired, when she was about 4 months old. But by the time she was 6 months, she could barely stand. Lillia was now 8 months old, and her mother could barely stay awake. Lillia had to feed her, and prayed, hoped, each night she'd live. But each day she got weaker, and balder. 12/7 was the day that Lillia's world came crashing down. She woke up, and nudged her mother to wake up. But she didn't move, and her body cold. Lillia screamed, "MOTHER ! MOTHER!" and pushed her body, but no pulse emitted from it. Tears screamed down her face, as she heaved. She screamed, hating the world. She lay on her side all day, heaving, gasping. Someone might as well gutted her, it wouldn't have made a difference. The next day, she got up and took a deep breath. Then started running, running as far as she could. She had to leave, leave it all. Fear filled her, 'What now? What do I have next? Should I just die? We all come to it' swirled her mind. She ran for as long as she could, before collapsing out of breath. She ended up moving on, but to this day, even seeing a deer with its mother, or a pregnant human, or a bird on a nest, can make her break into tears.
Personality:
Lillia's sweet but shy. She's caring, and has bold ideas, but too shy to say them. She prefers to be surrounded by others, or alone, unseen, unknown.
Other:
Thanks soo much for making her <33 She looks like she'll be beautiful!

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All yours scrubs.
Sad that only one person tried out for this one, oh well... I'll finish it soon.

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All yours scrubs.
Sad that only one person tried out for this one, oh well... I'll finish it soon.

I know!!!! She looks like she'll be beautiful!!!!!