mort, amer suere

[amer suere mort]

AMER SUERE MORT

PLEASE ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF

Nicknames: Amer, It, Super It, Ankle breaker
Age:16
D.O.B. 23 July
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Occupation/Grade: Junior

DON'T STARE AT ME

Amer does not like bright colored clothing. She'll wear jeans, and anything black {or green and black, even better}. Chains or metal jewelry have always been grate in Amer's book.Amer however can smile. She just doesn't usually like to. She wears little to no make-up most of the time. When she does where make-up it's black or something neon.

Amer is about 5'4 and weighs 103 lbs exactly. She has very dark brown hair that sometimes looks black. Her eyes are a shade lighter brown than her hair. She usually wears her hair down because she thinks it looks funny up.

I WON'T SHUT UP, I KNOW THAT I SHOULD

Amer doesn't like talking much. She's mischievous, and always getting in trouble. In area's wear there's allot of people she's silent, and doesn't talk much. Around kids her age she's misunderstood as 'shy' which has become the biggest mistake in many peoples lives. She's not shy, or Innocent for that matter.

Amer comes across as a good little girl {who just happens to like black} with adults. She makes sure they could never suspect her of anything. Sweet and innocent, to deadly... bitter-sweet. Her name is French for Bitter Sweet Death, and that's what she's like. Bitter to most, sweet to some, death of the rest.

Amer has also been known to hold a grudge. You do something to make her mad, you make up for it, or take a chance of ending up tied to a tree and hanging from your now broken ankle. She is responsible, most of the time. She hasn't been a happy person sense she was adopted.

Likes:

• Black & green
  
• Chains
  
• Not being home
  
• Black cats
  
• Pie
  
• Fire
  
• Baggy clothes
  

Dislikes:

• Cops
  
• Juvy
  
• Pink
  
• Bright colored clothes
  
• Not getting her way
  
• Getting caught
  
• Not being able to leave
  
• {Your face}
  

Strengths:

• Can escape almost anything
  
• Has a great voice
  
• is imaginative
  
• good at hiding
  

Flaws:

• Has tendency to tie people to trees
  
• is anti-social
  
• swears... allot
  
• likes spitting, flinging, and putting stuff on people
  

Fears:

• Raccoons
  
• Giant squid
  

Secrets:

• Led a murder
  
• Has been to juvy twice
  

Quirks: Talks to herself when she thinks no ones listening

LIVING IN THE PAST

History:
Amer's was born in Massachusetts on July 23. Her birth mother died when she was 5 in a car accident. Her dad, having run off when he found out her mom was pregnant, was never found. A year later Amer was adopted by a young couple. The lady was awful and the man was an abusive alcoholic.

Amer acted like a normal 6-year-old until she discovered black clothing. By first grade, Amer's teachers knew she was trouble. At seven years of age, she had started setting fire to the grass at recess, although no one could actually prove it was her. In forth grade she had already created a small gang of miss-fit kids.

Once they hit 7th grade, Amer led them back to her own home when her adopted mother wasn't home. She'd already gotten her favorite clothes out of the house telling the couple she was going to a sleepover at her friends house. The two adults fell for it, the awful lady acting happy, like she thought Amer was going to be popular. Bullshit.

That night, they set fire to the Mort's house. The abusive alcoholic was burned alive in his sleep. They were never caught. Twice Amer was caught single handedly tying kids her age and older to tree's {usually upside-down} and so twice she had gone to juvy. Now her adopted mother has decided to move... here. On behalf of the school's reputation.

Mother: Ashlynn {adopted}
Father: Richard {adopted/dead}
Allen {missing}
Siblings:
Pets: Fooy {gerbil}
Other:

WELL I AM WHAT I AM WHAT I AM

Alias: Jack... but I am a girl
Age: optional
Gender: Female
Experience: 3-4 years
Contacts: IM, y0url33td00m @ aim
Secret Word: Rhapsody
RP Sample: may be from another site

But Jaci I'm boo-red!!! the little gerbil complained. The pills had worn off. That's very nice Foo, Jaci told him continuing to write in the notebook infront of her.

E=c9 % @6m = ^6#& sorce = 9/8 =111.111e%

How the heck do you read that? Fooy asked. Jaci ignored him until she heard the short beep-be-beep-be-be-beep Well, the current expiriment is almost done Fooy, She said and sighed. She got up from the chair. Fooy jumped off the desk and grew before hitting the floor. Jaci walked out of the small study room and walked up to another door that had a green light blinking on the door handle. She opened the door and flitted over to a metal table. A box that looked rather like a microwave was beeping like hell. She hit buttons on the side of it until it shut up and opened. She took the glowing tube from it. She didn't need to whear gloves because she wasn't human. Fooy, quick hand me the Phimnamolium PX. Fooy handed a purple bottle to her and she put the tube on the table in a ring to hold it up. Fooy the knife... The gerbil set a small deadly-to-humans sharp knife on the table. Jaci picked it of nicked a small chunk of skin off her hand over the jar and flinched. The small white chunk of skin evaporated mixing itself into the purple fluid. Jaci picked up the purple tube and let a few drops of it drip into the glowing tube. The glowing tube shook and she stepped back. She glanced at the purple tube. Fooy you idiot, this isn't Phimnamolium PX, it's Xnizlerium EX!!! she screamed in her head. What's it gonna do? Fooy asked. I have no idea!!! she screeched. She looked back at the tubes as the Xnizlerium EX smashed to the floor. Fooy... she watched as the glowing fluid had something form in the center of it. I tiny ball shape. Then it blew up and their was a little girl, about 6 or 7, standing in front of her in her birthday suit. Fooy... Jaci said again her eyes growing, ...Expireriment X9F4G has failed! Then she screamed and flew out of the room followed by the little gerbil and the naked kid. Still screaming she sprang up the trap door of the second basement, their wasn't any stared or a ladder, she just had to jump. Now she was in the first basement Fooy and the kid sprang up behind her. Crap!!!! Fooy it has vampire reflexes!!! Oh crap, oh crap... She sprang up the next trap door and ran for the front door. She found out the hard way that it was locked, and she had made sure a long time ago that even vampires couldn't get in. Fooy where's the key?! but there was no time. She sprang on to one of the wooden ceiling bars. She fidgeted and thought to herself; Failure! Failure! I bet that thing can eat me. Oh craaaaap!