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Gabrielle Demond; The Fool
Topic Started: Mar 21 2013, 09:30 PM (46 Views)
Gabrielle Demond
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The Fool
Character Name: Gabrielle Demond "Zero"
Age: 17
Hometown: ((exact location is currently undecided - somewhere in the Midwest- Chicago perhaps))
Hair Color/length/style: Currently (mostly) black with orange tips, but the brown is growing back at the roots. Cut medium length and always messy.
Eye color: Blue
Height: 5' 8"
Type of Character: Card
Personality Description:
-spontaneous
-faithful, worthy of trust
-wise
Personal History:
An excerpt from a diary dated sometime in the future……

It took six months before I realized the visions were real. Before I found out I wasn’t crazy or suffering some bad trip. It was the night I saw my first bagmen and the first of my friends to die. Again. This time in reality and not in my head.

Until that point I had always glided through life more interested in trying new things and experiencing the world. After seeing little Adrian die, at only six fucking years old, I decided I wanted to live for the two of us. I wouldn’t be like our mother who decided the only thing to do was to make sure that could never happen to me. To control every last detail of my life. I couldn’t breathe.

We were normal once, Mom and Dad and then me and Adrian. Dad left when I was little, I remember Mom saying once he just wasn’t able to settle down after all. I didn’t care then, and truly, I’m not sure if I care now. He’s been gone for so long I can’t recall what he looks like and he hasn’t ever called. Sometimes mom would look at me like she was seeing someone else so I guess I resemble him. Adrian was too young to remember him at all and Mom was always… strong. She pretended that nothing had changed. I just noticed that she worked longer hours and was too tired to spend time with me. I used to hate that. As I got older I had to take care of Adrian more often and I hated not getting to play with the neighborhood kids. But I tried to be like mom, strong. I learned to make mac ‘n cheese and we ate it almost every day after school. I even helped him with his kindergarten homework. We were happy enough. One day we were crossing the street and he tripped. I didn’t notice he had fallen and neither had the driver crossing the road. I don’t remember the accident itself; the doctors tell me I might one day, but I hope not.

I got the nickname Zero because after he died, I felt like I was starting over with nothing. From there I could only go up. Well, that and my first high school Algebra exam was rather depressingly similar. It was pretty funny until mom found out and threatened military school. I didn’t understand then that she was just trying to give me a more normal life. After all that had happened she wanted me to follow the roadmap. Oh you know, get on the honor roll, go to college, meet some nice boy and settle down. The whole white picket fence and 2.5 kids. I knew that would never happen. Even before the visions.

So instead of studying hard, or sucking up, I found friends that were interesting and made them my world. Mom said they were delinquents – I think that only improved them in my eyes. As her rules got more and more constricting I found myself more and more willing to break them. We stayed out late, drinking and smoking anything we could get our hands on. It was always a rush. Always forbidden.

I had my first vision when we were trying these “magic mushrooms”. Sandy said she saw everything in shades of blue and green. I saw her get eaten by bagmen. I guess I should have known.


From there it was little visions. Sometimes I had them right after a drug, but not always. They were hazy and confusing sometimes, random splashes of people I had never met. I saw a girl with a bow and arrow, a boy with a quick grin waving his hands and turning invisible and other nonsense. Or I thought it was nonsense. After Sandy died I took those things more seriously. I started this diary to keep track. Some days I have so many visions I my hand cramps from writing so fast and I’m still learning to control them. Yesterday I thought I heard a voice in my head, a soft voice that pricked all the hair on the back of my neck. I hope I never meet them face to face. I’m no hero.

The world has become a madman’s delight. I’ve heard stories of cannibals out east and more reports of bagmen on the news. The adults aren’t sure what is going on and I have just a few pieces. It has something to do with the Game. I don’t know all what it means, but I’ve heard that word in so many visions. And names: the Moon, the Hanged Man, and others. Nicknames? I know they come from the Tarot deck. I think I’m ready to find out more…

Edited by Gabrielle Demond, Mar 21 2013, 11:46 PM.
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Samantha Finn
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Looking really good, Lady! Gah! I need to step up my game a little. ^_^ really good work, could be interesting. *nods*
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