I started out fighting for my independence from England. But then, I suddenly found myself in the present. I already had my freedom, but then I lost my mind. I became a bio weapon and fought in a war.
At this point I'm not sure what I am, why I'm still here or if I'm supposed to get back somehow. I'm a lot more mentally stable though. For the past few months I've been away from it all. A new technique my therapist prescribed. I was out in the countryside and, well... it really helped. All of my personas are gone now. It's just me.
So I came back and I got a small place of my own. It doesn't seem like I'll ever return to the past, but it doesn't bother me so much anymore. I've gotten more attached to the present.
~My Relationships~ReplicasI've seen a few other me's, but don't know them very well....Lover(s)A-ah... I don't have one anymore....Good Family My beloved sister. She showed me how to use magic.
I'll always be here for you, brother....
Bad Family I'm not a toy! I won't let you control me anymore!
Friends A good friend of mine. He taught me how to use more modern guns and how to better defend myself.
EnemiesNo serious ones, at least.OtherCurrent Residence: America
Favourite genre of music: Folk/Country
Favourite style of art: Painting
Shell of choice: Sand Dollar
Personal Quote: "I'm finally stable and I'll be damned if anyone sends me back over that edge!"