CIVILIAN, loralie nystrom
posted Mar 9, 2019 20:40:19 GMT -6
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LORALIE NYSTROM
LORALIE NYSTROM
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LORALIE NYSTROM
LOOKS LIKE PADPARADSCHA FROM LAND OF THE LUSTROUS
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FILE NAVIGATION
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ABOUT LORALIE
ABOUT LORALIE
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Laurel
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Laurel
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15 YEARS OLD
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15 YEARS OLD
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CIS FEMALE
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CIS FEMALE
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SHE/HER
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SHE/HER
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DEMISEXUAL
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DEMISEXUAL
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PANROMANTIC
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PANROMANTIC
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SINGLE
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SINGLE
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DATE OF BIRTH ( AUG 11 )
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DATE OF BIRTH ( AUG 11 )
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LEO
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LEO
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SINGER/PICKPOCKET
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SINGER/PICKPOCKET
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RECENT STATUS
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Do not fear for me. Make straight your own path to destiny.
Do not fear for me. Make straight your own path to destiny.
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[attr="class","omapponelikes2"]POSITIVES
Passionate
Outgoing
Courageous
Creative
Quick-thinker
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[attr="class","omapponelikes2"]NEGATIVES
Insensitive/Blunt
Flirty
Private
Stubborn
Loud
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MISCELLANEOUS INFO
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~ Note: She's based off the ISTP Myers-Briggs personality[break][break]
~ She's named after a siren, and considers herself a bad omen.[break][break]
~ She knows martial arts.[break][break]
~ She's always finding something new to do or learn. She's become somewhat of a jack-of-all trades and can't seem to settle for a single hobby. Because of her wide interests, she spends time anywhere and everywhere and knows most of Seattle extremely well.[break][break]
~ Quotes to live by: [break][break]
-"All's fair love and war." (she doesn't understand boundaries, doesn't take much seriously)[break]
-"Actions speak louder than words." [break]
-"I was born to join in love, not hate - that is my nature."[break]
~ Note: She's based off the ISTP Myers-Briggs personality[break][break]
~ She's named after a siren, and considers herself a bad omen.[break][break]
~ She knows martial arts.[break][break]
~ She's always finding something new to do or learn. She's become somewhat of a jack-of-all trades and can't seem to settle for a single hobby. Because of her wide interests, she spends time anywhere and everywhere and knows most of Seattle extremely well.[break][break]
~ Quotes to live by: [break][break]
-"All's fair love and war." (she doesn't understand boundaries, doesn't take much seriously)[break]
-"Actions speak louder than words." [break]
-"I was born to join in love, not hate - that is my nature."[break]
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+Reading
+Excitement
+Almost any activity at some time
+Candy
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-Commitment
-Talking about herself
-Being serious
-Being questioned
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Fluorescent lights stood out against the pitch black nighttime. A nearly empty police station. A cheap plastic table. A tired CPS worker on one side, a nine year old girl on the other. Tick tock, tick tock. The clock marched forward. The CPS worker sighed. Loralie swung her legs. [break][break]
“Are you going to answer the question?” Loralie stared blankly. The worker almost cried, she wanted to go home. “Why did you run away?” Loralie blinked and slowly put her feet to the floor. She tilted her head from side to side. “I broke their daughter's arm.”[break][break]
This time, the worker stared. Was her charge a nutcase? Who says that sort of thing? Maybe the time was getting to both of them. She was dragged out of her thoughts by Loralie's voice. “She broke her arm chasing me. I'm a bad omen.”[break][break]
“Oh honey, don't say that. I'm sure it's not true.” Lies. The over honeyed tone made that clear. The worker looked down at Loralie's files. The little girl's stare unnerved her. Reading through her files, even the worker felt chills down her spine.[break][break]
Parents: died when she was 3, unknown cause [break]
First foster home: everyone except her died in a car accident [break]
Second foster home: Grandparents died due to disease soon after her arrival[break]
Third foster home: she was reported missing after their first child broke her arm[break][break]
“Your a terrible liar.” Loralie was laughing. Laughing, but her eyes weren't. The social worker blinked. This girl was 100% a nutcase.[break][break]
“No, I mean it.” An extra wide fake smile. “If you want, we'll try to get you settled with someone else. In fact, we even have a couple in mind. This one has lots of children your age. You'll have plenty of friends to play with.” Pushing responsibility to others. Loralie snorted. Neither person wanted to deal with the other any longer.[break][break]
The new family was weird, period. Loralie didn't like it at all. The atmosphere muted, house dull. With their large smiles, her guardians set strict rules on curfew. Unpleasant, but Loralie could live with that. [break][break]
The rules grew in number, and Loralie was severely punished for breaking any. From time out, to early bedtimes, to denying meals. She was done. Loralie didn't want to harm others, but that didn't mean she'd let herself be walked over. She disappeared without a trace. [break][break]
Missing child: Loralie XXX[break]
Last seen: At age 9, with XXX family.[break]
Investigations reveal that XXX family adopted more than they could properly care for. They are now behind bars for child neglect. Suspected motive: money that the state provides for adopted children. [break][break]
Bad decision. What could a nine year old do on her own on the streets? Loralie mimicked the others. She would sing at the side of the road, wherever store owners didn't chase her away. The plastic cup in front of her begging for change. On a good day, there'd be enough to eat. On a bad day, well... She picked up a habit of pick-pocketing. [break][break]
Again, a nine year old can survive only so long before others realize she's easy prey. Loralie was saved by a person who went by the name 'Papa.' Or so she thought. They soon realized her fear of bringing disaster and played on that to keep her there. In exchange for food and shelter, any money she earned or "found" on the streets was turned over. [break][break]
A couple years later, one of the new kids caught her eye. She didn't know why, but she was drawn to him. She soon found that the new kid was immune to her curse, no matter what accidents occurred, he always found a way out. He also finally convinced her that she had no curse. When he took her and several other kids away from 'Papa,' she adopted his last name. [break][break]
Touch and Go
Fluorescent lights stood out against the pitch black nighttime. A nearly empty police station. A cheap plastic table. A tired CPS worker on one side, a nine year old girl on the other. Tick tock, tick tock. The clock marched forward. The CPS worker sighed. Loralie swung her legs. [break][break]
“Are you going to answer the question?” Loralie stared blankly. The worker almost cried, she wanted to go home. “Why did you run away?” Loralie blinked and slowly put her feet to the floor. She tilted her head from side to side. “I broke their daughter's arm.”[break][break]
This time, the worker stared. Was her charge a nutcase? Who says that sort of thing? Maybe the time was getting to both of them. She was dragged out of her thoughts by Loralie's voice. “She broke her arm chasing me. I'm a bad omen.”[break][break]
“Oh honey, don't say that. I'm sure it's not true.” Lies. The over honeyed tone made that clear. The worker looked down at Loralie's files. The little girl's stare unnerved her. Reading through her files, even the worker felt chills down her spine.[break][break]
Parents: died when she was 3, unknown cause [break]
First foster home: everyone except her died in a car accident [break]
Second foster home: Grandparents died due to disease soon after her arrival[break]
Third foster home: she was reported missing after their first child broke her arm[break][break]
“Your a terrible liar.” Loralie was laughing. Laughing, but her eyes weren't. The social worker blinked. This girl was 100% a nutcase.[break][break]
“No, I mean it.” An extra wide fake smile. “If you want, we'll try to get you settled with someone else. In fact, we even have a couple in mind. This one has lots of children your age. You'll have plenty of friends to play with.” Pushing responsibility to others. Loralie snorted. Neither person wanted to deal with the other any longer.[break][break]
Hide and Seek
The new family was weird, period. Loralie didn't like it at all. The atmosphere muted, house dull. With their large smiles, her guardians set strict rules on curfew. Unpleasant, but Loralie could live with that. [break][break]
The rules grew in number, and Loralie was severely punished for breaking any. From time out, to early bedtimes, to denying meals. She was done. Loralie didn't want to harm others, but that didn't mean she'd let herself be walked over. She disappeared without a trace. [break][break]
Missing child: Loralie XXX[break]
Last seen: At age 9, with XXX family.[break]
Investigations reveal that XXX family adopted more than they could properly care for. They are now behind bars for child neglect. Suspected motive: money that the state provides for adopted children. [break][break]
Sticks and Stones
Bad decision. What could a nine year old do on her own on the streets? Loralie mimicked the others. She would sing at the side of the road, wherever store owners didn't chase her away. The plastic cup in front of her begging for change. On a good day, there'd be enough to eat. On a bad day, well... She picked up a habit of pick-pocketing. [break][break]
Again, a nine year old can survive only so long before others realize she's easy prey. Loralie was saved by a person who went by the name 'Papa.' Or so she thought. They soon realized her fear of bringing disaster and played on that to keep her there. In exchange for food and shelter, any money she earned or "found" on the streets was turned over. [break][break]
A couple years later, one of the new kids caught her eye. She didn't know why, but she was drawn to him. She soon found that the new kid was immune to her curse, no matter what accidents occurred, he always found a way out. He also finally convinced her that she had no curse. When he took her and several other kids away from 'Papa,' she adopted his last name. [break][break]
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call me
SUSHI
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DISCORD
17 YEARS OLD | SHE/HER | PST |
DISCORD
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5%
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