About me: Losing his mother just after birth his father was laid to rest not long after from that of a broken heart. Being young and without a home, he was placed into a foster home in the hopes of being adopted. To think that an idea of him promised that of a wonderful home and a loving family seemed that of a dream. He spent his years growing up in an orphan run by a male that took pleasure in punishing others and dash their hopes of being adopted. At 15 he couldn't take it any more and packing what little he had, he left during the night and after a short distance of running, he waited to hear any sounds of his escape being found out. With nothing but the quiet air all around he marched on. 6 years had passed and now the teenager had grown up and still travelled the road. Never staying too long in one place he always wondered what lay ahead. Were others like him? Ones who lived on the road. With supplies running low and the threat of a storm brewing behind him and getting closer he walked ahead to the small town ahead of him. A new place, a new beginning. Was his only thought as he stepped into town walking towards the town centre and set his sites on finding a place to stay and staying out of the storm that was getting closer each second and soon found himself in front of what looked a hostel. With a raise of his hand his knuckles rapped on the front door a few times before he stood back and waited in hopes of a reply
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Hey there, the name is Trixie Barnes, just Trixie is fine or whatever. Never saw ya in this part'a town, but nice tah see ya. Drop by the bar, I russle ya up a drink or somethin'.
I usually RP crime/psychyological verse, it's fine either way with me. Also, I have Discord if that is easier to get in contact with you, of course. Hope to hear from ya soon. ? ---------------------------------
But I can't walk on the path of the right, because I'm wrong...