Ribkage
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
·Willpower
HARMONY, LOVE, HAPPINESS
Summer Wines
Born in Kings Row, Summer Wines was just another person. Just a girl growing up, believing in the virtues any responsible parent would use to form their child: Responsibility, Acceptance and tolerance of others, Kindness, and general etiquette. Needless to say, Summer Wines was an average girl; she received good grades in school, had a couple of good friends. She was a talented artist and the world was but a canvas that inspired her. A bright child, she was full of hope, love and harmony. If anything, compared to most (according to statistics!) Summer lived a very blessed life.
Her family home was a happy one; two older brothers, a mother, and a father. They had nice things and lived comfortably among one another. Summer harbors nothing but fond memories in regards to her older brothers, especially the youngest of the two. Throughout their childhood (and even well into their teen years) the two were often together. It wasn't until fate had conspired against the Wines family in the winter 1995 that either of the siblings had ever parted ways.
GREED, GLUTTONY, VORACITY
I took a look at myself and came to grips with what I found: It was a vision of a child, disturbed and broke down. No soul, no heart -- because I gave it away. No time for feeling sorry, I'll grieve another day. And all those tears are stored in storm clouds, that hover above me and cover the ugly, continued to haunt me when I was feeling low... That's the same reason I hold on and never let go.
On a particularly cold autumn evening, the city had been a grim overcast and all was eerily quiet. The only noise that stirred in the neighborhood was the occasional little piece of paper that floated on down the street, tumbling with trembled life. And much like the end of a human life, when it fell to its final destination, it was gone. The once stirred breeze faded, like a breath escaping ones lips, and that little piece of paper became just as lifeless as the city street. It was one of those evenings where even the odd car alarm seemed out of place for disturbing the looming growls that rumbled from the sky; the heavens reigned down their displeasure.
Lights glew from windows; some dim, others that were bright made the townhouse complex defy the shadows and terrors that plagued the city, like a beacon of hope. And for a moment, all stood at an uneasy standstill, like the lineup for a chest game, both players waiting for the first move.
And then, after much dismay, the first move was made...
Shadows stirred, taking form. It was group of men wearing red, orange and black. Like war lords, they sauntered down the street, their footfalls, posture and pack-like formation spoke of determination. Through the entrance way of the complex they snaked; they were met with no resistance or even so much as met with a second glance. The Townhome complex had been a relatively safe one -- why would anyone question the new arrivals? They descended the stairway; the closer they drew to their target, the more tense they became. Finally, as though they had come to an end of an epic journey, their eyes fell upon a specific door on the last floor. 'Wines' was what the name plate read, mounted just under the number that identified the home. Among each other they looked; the plan was set in motion when they found the last bit of courage they needed in each others eyes to complete their task. The behavior was definitely one of young boys, but they quickly swallowed their anxiety as their masked leader straightened himself..
Meanwhile, little Summer was unaware to anything that told her something was wrong. Even when the gods thundered their fury onto the mortal realm, she had thought little of it. The morning would soon come and wash away the darkness and banish the stormy weather. She had prepared herself for bed, and was just dozing off when there was a loud BANG!
Her once lazy eyes shot open. It was amazing how quick the human body could fill with tension; adrenaline quickly rushed through her, and fears of the monsters she once thought to hide under her bed, in her closet and in the dark corners of her room sparked back to life.
The fight in the living room where her parents and eldest brother were last had immediately started. Summer left the warmth of her bed and down the hallway. She pressed herself into the corner, peering around and into the loud chaos; Just in time to witness the hellish men drill lead into the head of her brother, who fell back. Blood spattered onto the carpet and his eyes remained open; stunned. He was dead before he hit the ground. The masked man -- by far the biggest and most intimidating -- came to life with crackling flames, filling the room with yellow hot light.
She then watched as the man then punished her parents for their attempts to defend themselves and the remaining bits of their family. Through the flames that crackled harmlessly from around his body, he created a blinding and impossibly hot pyre in his hands, slinging it at them. The furious flames hissed, growled and roared with fury, crackling hungrily as they ravenously eat anything they touch; her parents included.
Her parents twisted and contorted as the fire cooked and ate them; their screams becoming bloodied and gurgled. From out of nowhere, a pair of arms snaked around Summer's torso, tearing her away from the horrors these invaders were inflicting upon her.
..That was all she remembered of that gruesome night, up until where she later returned to the site of what was once her home after the chaos ended; the entire complex was rendered to nothing but a hallow shell of scorched brick and warped steel. As the last glowing embers hissed their final breath and the dim light faded, so too did the light in her eyes.
ANGER, HATE, IRE
I relate to the broken bleeding heart, love-killed. And I waited in the shadows, awake in the dark, hoping to talk to the passed on. I'm falling apart, I'm such a mess and indecisive, I'm fading away. I'm out of touch with society and living today, Never relying on my sanity, I threw it away, to become the maniac that's got your attention today
Creation of Ribkage
SLAVE, MASTER, PAWN
Shadowhead.
COMMENTARY
I'm so..
Hidden and you're never gonna see; I'm cold, Forgiven all because of my beliefs.
I'm no..
body that you ever wanna be; 'Cause I know that the world is afraid of me.
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