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Axilmeus Steel
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Creative twist on the format dude, congrats! Accepted!Waiiit! Before you start, can I join?
I'll do it in a different format! I'm so bored right now...
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Their footsteps were like a waterfall, echoing through the halls and dancing with the children's laughter. A short boy standing at a height of 5'8" shooed them away, sighing as soon as their laughter were no longer heard.
He sat down in the old wooden rocking chair, patting the dust off of his pants.
"Great! They already messed up my appearance! Ah...! Please hold on, one second."
After the boy cleaned up his image, he gave his audience a weak smile. It was just like any other scenario. After all, he was meeting new parents. His mother disowned him after his father died, and remarried another, much more wealthier and handsome man (history1) . Everyday he hoped the nature of these people who took their time to come in and listen to him were not like his former mother's.
A woman wearing a silk dress dazzling with exquisite emerald patterns. She was the owner of the orphanage, and he liked her simply because of her carefulness with the children (like). He, too, liked children (like).
"Welcome everybody!"
"Hello." The family replied.
"Hi..." the boy whispered, suddenly becoming quiet.
"The orphan you've picked happens to have a name. His name is Clem Enoch Prescott," She winked at Clem, flashing a smile. "I really hope you give him the family he needs."
The boy, Clem, slowly nodded his head. He was too embarrassed to speak. Remembering the wink that the glamoring woman gave him, he decided this must have been his lucky day.
"My name is Clem Prescott! I'm fourteen, male, and happy to be in your presence!"
The other woman in a pink polo shirt and black top pulled out a notepad. Obviously, she was the mother, and she was definitely prepared. When she spoke, she sounded unenthusiastic and tired. "All right, Clem. I've got a few questions for you..,"
Clem watched her eyes scan frantically through the paper. His heart was pulsing through his chest, and he couldn't help to smile.
"...How much do you weigh? Do you hate the color pink? What's your favorite animal? What type of girls do you like, and how do you usually act around children and adults?"
The male beside her groaned and rolled his tawny eyes. The girl sitting on the floor wasn't even paying attention to the conversation, only humming a simple tune. The child beside the girl was busy on a black, rectangular device that he was engrossed in, pressing buttons vigorously. Clem's enthusiasm slowly declined, and he became serious right away.
"Well, I see you like questions," Clem's eyes were staring straight into space, relaying the questions in his head. Surely, he wasn't getting this family to like him, nor did he want them to like him. "I weigh one hundred pounds (weight) if you must know. Pink is my second favorite color (like) , which leads me to my favorite animal. I like ostriches (like). I've only seen them in books, though! They all are pink..."
The only two questions left were a challenge for him. Girls... weren't really his thing (dislike1) . He only started to love people when he got into a good relationship with them and got to know them - regardless of their gender (pansexual).
"G-Girls, eh...? I... I think I li...,"
Just then, the woman in the emerald dress barged in. She had a sixth sense to know something was wrong, and it was the time.
"What are you asking Clem?" She asked, and when she got her answer, even her face had a pale shade of red. "W-Well, he hasn't had any experience with girls older than him other than us adults. He's obedient (personality1), I say so myself! He's happy and peppy to be around, but he is also clueless on the world around him (personality2). If you do intend to take care of him... please take care of him."
The supposed mother looked at the supposed father and shook their heads. "We don't want 'em." They said, in unison. Clem, fire in his eyes shot up from the chair. Hands clenching tight, he wanted to punch someone, but he instead stormed off into the bedroom, crying. He was extremely touchy about these things, especially if someone didn't want him (personality3). He could understand if it was another relationship, but family?
The green dressed woman peeked inside. A wave of sympathy engulfed her as she witnessed Clem crying. As she were about to step in, two children ran past her and into the bedroom, but quickly stopped when they saw the sight of their big brother crying.
"What's wrong, big bro?" one asked.
Clem sniffled, forcing himself not to look at them. "I know I'm worthless, and I'm starting to dislike even myself (dislike2)... but it's not just me! Sure... I was a mischievous child when I was little, causing havoc and chaos (history2) for Meg and the others, but I've changed! I've... I've changed from that devil child!"
Clem seemingly forgot himself in his words, but the children remained silent. He looked up, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"I'm not who I appear to be!I know I shouldn't cry like this... I saw father die with my own eyes (history3). I'm a strong kid who didn't cry (personality4) at that time (and history4) ... I couldn't understand. And now, I cry at this simple stuff, but never at the death of someone dear... Well, at least I can do SOME things right. I'm good with you guys, right? (personality5) Do you enjoy me?"
"Y-Yeah..." the children responded, on the verge of crying as well.
"Well, at least you guys care for me. I also had someone like that in my life. Hopefully, I meet them some day (history5), too."
Clem, however, was nowhere to be seen the next day, and some assumed that he was traveling away. Truly, the children were as devastated as he was.
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OBVIOUS THINGS I COULDNT PUT IN THERE THAT I WILL PUT HERE NOW:
Starting Faction: None, since he's still an orphan wandering around. (possible way to meet anyway.)
Magic Shade: Yellow
Manifestation: Yari - A spear Clem picked up right after he had left.
Musical Theme(s): this and this.
Other: None!