She was finally turning 10. Most kids usually had a birthday party, and throughout the day, they celebrated. But for Leviathan, things were different, much different. She had no birthday party, they could her that she didn’t deserve one. ‘How could I not..?’ She would think to herself, but she didn’t argue. She never did. She continued with her chores, which at this point, they were her hobbies. Her body ached and shivered in the cold winter. She’d take a glance at the blisters on her hands, from the constant cleaning and torment she constantly went through. She didn’t like her scars, she didn’t like anything about herself. She was the smallest in the household, only being 4”5. Most of the family was about 6”0, or close to it. While the family was out doing their daily crimes, she stayed home, making sure the house was spotless, or it’d be another night without dinner.
While she was making the bed, she felt something drip from her nose. Blood. It had gotten onto the new, white, and clean bedsheet. She stared at the blood, they would surely notice, and she would get a much worse punishment than just no dinner. It felt like she couldn’t take her eyes off the blood, like it was mind-controlling her. She put a shaky hand on her chest, and began to weep. She cried and cried until it was painful for her. She had to leave, before it was too late. She grabbed her coat, and boots. She would quickly put them on, though she felt so slow. She took no time to brush her hair, or make herself look nice. She didn’t care anymore, she wanted to leave and have no trace of her behind. She darted out the door, and into the forest that was behind their broken down home. She ran as if wolves were on her feet, but there was nothing.
After what seemed like hours, she stopped, wheezing. She collapsed and hugged herself. Her body had realized the freezing temperature, and was a bit late for a reaction. She was ready to succumb to the cold, before she heard a low voice. “Ay, what are ye doin’ out here..?” The voice had a thick irish accent. She looked up, there stood a man, who was quite tall and had worried expression. “I..I w-wanted a different family s-sir..” She’d weakly sputter. The man picked her up, “Well, I’ll see what I can do, alright?” She nodded, and held onto the man tightly. “Can I get ye name at least?” The man spoke softly this time, as if she were a kitten. “M-My name is Leviathan Inges s-sir..” The man smiled, “My name be Mark Hothbrok..you’ll have tons of fun with my son, Pent..” He chuckled. Levi didn’t really listen to the last part of his sentence, as for she was too busy sleeping.
Aha hellooo! This is a small backstory for my character Leviathan Inges, who is in 'The Missing' that was created by @HelloColdWorld! I don't really write much soo it's not the greatest ;; Anyways, hope you enjoyed!
While she was making the bed, she felt something drip from her nose. Blood. It had gotten onto the new, white, and clean bedsheet. She stared at the blood, they would surely notice, and she would get a much worse punishment than just no dinner. It felt like she couldn’t take her eyes off the blood, like it was mind-controlling her. She put a shaky hand on her chest, and began to weep. She cried and cried until it was painful for her. She had to leave, before it was too late. She grabbed her coat, and boots. She would quickly put them on, though she felt so slow. She took no time to brush her hair, or make herself look nice. She didn’t care anymore, she wanted to leave and have no trace of her behind. She darted out the door, and into the forest that was behind their broken down home. She ran as if wolves were on her feet, but there was nothing.
After what seemed like hours, she stopped, wheezing. She collapsed and hugged herself. Her body had realized the freezing temperature, and was a bit late for a reaction. She was ready to succumb to the cold, before she heard a low voice. “Ay, what are ye doin’ out here..?” The voice had a thick irish accent. She looked up, there stood a man, who was quite tall and had worried expression. “I..I w-wanted a different family s-sir..” She’d weakly sputter. The man picked her up, “Well, I’ll see what I can do, alright?” She nodded, and held onto the man tightly. “Can I get ye name at least?” The man spoke softly this time, as if she were a kitten. “M-My name is Leviathan Inges s-sir..” The man smiled, “My name be Mark Hothbrok..you’ll have tons of fun with my son, Pent..” He chuckled. Levi didn’t really listen to the last part of his sentence, as for she was too busy sleeping.
Aha hellooo! This is a small backstory for my character Leviathan Inges, who is in 'The Missing' that was created by @HelloColdWorld! I don't really write much soo it's not the greatest ;; Anyways, hope you enjoyed!