username;; Weeping_Angel }Y{
Sima's Name;; Robin Soren
Gender;; male
Why is he shy / self conscious?;;
It was a dark, cold night in the middle of autumn, Halloween night to be exact. Soren, a young sima with pure black fur, crept through the older part of town towards a house that was rumored to be haunted. He'd done his yearly trick-or-treating and snuck out of his house once more to complete a dare posed to him by some older simas that he looked up to.
If you can spend one night in the haunted house on Jackman Street, we'll give you half of our yearly candy.
In theory, it would be pretty easy. Soren didn't believe in ghosts, trusting science that the chance of them existing was very low, and knowing that the older kids would probably be trying to trick him into leaving the house anyway.
When he reached the house, he looked at the crumbling framework, the boarded windows, the creaking door, and laughed. This really would be a piece of cake.
---
He made it through most of the night unphased, simply minding his own business as he wandered the house, even taking a short nap in one of the beds despite the dust filling the mattress and pillows. His curiosity did not let him sleep for long, however, as he secretly enjoyed exploring old houses and the like to see pieces of history for himself.
The experience that really changed him was something that happened just before dawn when the world was starting to turn faintly gray.
The simas who had dared him to spend the night in the haunted house had slowly replaced all the mirrors with pictures of the areas of the house from the mirror view. He didn't notice at first as he explored the house, but he soon came upon a hall lined with old paintings of the previous owners. At the end of the hall stood a large mirror, from floor to ceiling.
Soren approached it slowly, his eyes on the paintings more than anything, before he eventually turned to the mirror.
He expected to see himself, but there was no image reflected back to him except that of an empty hall.
From that night on, Soren was convinced he had somehow been turned into a vampire during his night in the haunted house. He could never look into mirrors and was sure that whenever people stared at him in his dark cloak, it was to find a bite mark somewhere on his neck.
This fear did eventually go away, and he realized years later it was just a prank, but he is still convinced that simas stare at him to find a bite mark or some other freaky mutation.
codeword: taki
Sima's Name;; Robin Soren
Gender;; male
Why is he shy / self conscious?;;
It was a dark, cold night in the middle of autumn, Halloween night to be exact. Soren, a young sima with pure black fur, crept through the older part of town towards a house that was rumored to be haunted. He'd done his yearly trick-or-treating and snuck out of his house once more to complete a dare posed to him by some older simas that he looked up to.
If you can spend one night in the haunted house on Jackman Street, we'll give you half of our yearly candy.
In theory, it would be pretty easy. Soren didn't believe in ghosts, trusting science that the chance of them existing was very low, and knowing that the older kids would probably be trying to trick him into leaving the house anyway.
When he reached the house, he looked at the crumbling framework, the boarded windows, the creaking door, and laughed. This really would be a piece of cake.
---
He made it through most of the night unphased, simply minding his own business as he wandered the house, even taking a short nap in one of the beds despite the dust filling the mattress and pillows. His curiosity did not let him sleep for long, however, as he secretly enjoyed exploring old houses and the like to see pieces of history for himself.
The experience that really changed him was something that happened just before dawn when the world was starting to turn faintly gray.
The simas who had dared him to spend the night in the haunted house had slowly replaced all the mirrors with pictures of the areas of the house from the mirror view. He didn't notice at first as he explored the house, but he soon came upon a hall lined with old paintings of the previous owners. At the end of the hall stood a large mirror, from floor to ceiling.
Soren approached it slowly, his eyes on the paintings more than anything, before he eventually turned to the mirror.
He expected to see himself, but there was no image reflected back to him except that of an empty hall.
From that night on, Soren was convinced he had somehow been turned into a vampire during his night in the haunted house. He could never look into mirrors and was sure that whenever people stared at him in his dark cloak, it was to find a bite mark somewhere on his neck.
This fear did eventually go away, and he realized years later it was just a prank, but he is still convinced that simas stare at him to find a bite mark or some other freaky mutation.
codeword: taki