[ TERRA PERTHSHIRE .::. D8 ]

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.: APPEARANCE :.

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.: PERSONALITY :.

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The cruel life that has held Terra in bonds from since she was younger made her who she was. A tough girl, who does not cry easily. She believes she let all her tears out that one night long ago, but will give a very sympathetic look to something she finds sad. And a few nice words that flow quietly out of her mouth. She will make sure she will not have to give these looks and protects the ones she loves or likes. Letting nothing touch them if she thinks that the person is bad.

She loves the touches of others and is not uncomfortable with cuddling. She will not be afraid to do anything as long as it involves being close or touching a person. Wither its sitting closer or just laying her head on the persons shoulders. People can get uncomfortable from this but many boys welcome it as a treat, that they allow her to be all close to them and they can take advantage of it. Terra can be taken advantage of in a heart blink, her parents notice this and always try to warn her about these things.

But why does she care? Well, she does not really care about anything. Watching someone get an apple stolen from their booth, its not like their parents got murdered. Its not like they had to watch someone die, this might sound cruel but why would you feel very sorry for someone who gets their apple stolen. A apple is not a parent and a parent in not a apple. Makes sense?

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.: HISTORY :.

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Terra never asked for the history she has, no one asked for the sort of history. The history as she grew up, she lived off the trash. With a drunken father and a angry mother, who wasted no time with Terra and only talked to her when she wanted her to go to the market. But then that one night when she was ten, the night when she was scarred for life. The night when her dad became a little to angry and as Terra hide under the table, watched her father drive a knife through her moms heart.
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Her dad in a drunk stumble hurried out and Terra stood in shock before making her way out the door. Who would not go to the peacekeepers? Who would run away to the middle of the town? Terra did all of that, too scared to say anything. She was too innocent that age, she did not want to get her dad in trouble. But never did she ask for him to murder her mother. For a week she lived off the trash, something she had done all her life but without any home to sleep in and slept on the cold ground.

When she had just got adjusted to begging and sleeping on the ground, an elderly couple saw her and took her as their own. Taking her home right away, giving her a bath and letting her eat what she wished. They were not wealthy but had the items that her old parents could never afford. As she got older she changed her name, changed her hair, changed everything about her. To not remember the night long ago.

With no smile ever on her face since then, she tried to live on a normal life. But getting into her teenager years she started hanging out with the wrong crowd. Starting to drink at a young age but making sure to stay away from any sort of drugs. She knew what she was doing wrong but her heart would break if her adopted parents saw her with drugs. Terra also caved into her feelings and slept with anyone that offered. No real relationship, she just wanted the feeling she got when she got closer and closer with anyone. Getting love that she so deeply wanted, even her adopted parents could not give.

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