The Capricorn

Pet Name: Tavora
Owner: Akeela_Pyro
Theme / Type: Terror Cheran
Gender: Female

MisticPal Name: Alexander
MisticPal Age: 4830 Days

Battle Portal Stats

Level: 5
Hit Points: 5 / 5
Strength: 5
Defense: 5
Speed: 5
Intellect: 0
Misticpower: 8

Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0

Attached Weapons

Books Read

Books Read: 1/373 [ View Books ]

Exotic Foods Eaten

Foods Eaten: 60/1254 [ View Foods ]

Pet Profile

SONG: Open Wounds by Skillet

Name: Tavora Cazier
Race: Human - mix of African and Caucasian.
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Birthday: January 5.
SO: Unsure
Status: Single. Not looking; too wary of others.

Clara looked longingly up the stairway, at the door that had long since had a sign claiming "Keep Out". She sighed and turned back into the living room, sitting down in a La-Z-Boy recliner. She glanced sideways at her husband, Aaron. She hesitated before attempting to bring up the delicate subject of their daughter... again. "Aaron," she started, a slight pleading tone in her voice. "Aaron, surely you want to do something about this, too?"
Aaron grimaced. "What can we do? I doubt she'd open up to us... she doesn't seem to have any friends... and she would probably spite us if we sent her to a shrink." He shook his head, and sat up on the couch. His once light-brown curls had begun to turn an ashy gray, and wrinkles adorned the areas around his eyes and mouth.
Clara bit her lip, and looked down, almost ashamed. "I know she would... but what if, just if, going to a psychiatrist /would/ make her feel better? We never know until we try, right? I miss our baby girl, and the way she used to be. She hardly even eats, now! Her prescriptions haven't been touched in ages!" Clara's face wasn't quite as wrinkled as her husbands, perhaps due to the "anti-aging" cream she used, but worry lines still creased her forehead.
"What do you expect?" Aaron asked, giving her a hard stare. "Even if she was taking her anti-depressants, they wouldn't work for very long. She'd just build up an immunity over time, or try to overdose on them. Do you remember that day we came home and found her?"
Clara flinched, and looked at him with a hurtful gaze. "Of course I do, but do /you/ remember our old baby girl? Because I certainly do, and I want to try to get her back! So she's depressed, there's got to be a reason for it and there's got to be a way to get her over it." Aaron looked Clara straight in the eye before a moment before giving a defeated sigh, grumbling to himself about how it probably wouldn't work, they were wasting their time, and that she always gave him the same look, those hurt puppy dog eyes to win an argument. Upstairs, Tavora placed her earbuds in her ears and set her music on loud, drowning out the noise of her parents just below. She collapsed backwards onto her bed, staring up at the bleak color of her ceiling. She could see remnants of from when she was a relatively normal girl - normal, in this case, being that she wore bright colors, she put her hair up in different ways, and her makeup consisted of a light eyeshadow and maybe lip gloss. Her ceiling still had Hello Kitty stickers stuck up on it cutely, and there was a drawing of an adorable-looking puppy in the corner. She'd never gotten around to ripping it all down. Her hair hung limply around her face, covering one eye lamely, as it always did now, and she didn't bother to move it out of her face. What was the point? She was an "ugly wannabe" when she acted and dressed normal, so now Tavora would dress the opposite.

Pet Comments

Weenie says (eh, ssalright. I was just curious as to how they'd react to him)

Weenie says -peeks- Hmm, not bad, not bad. My mom used to be an artists.

Weenie says Mmmkay. -shifty eyes, then attempts to peek at her drawing-

Weenie says Oh. Okay. -silence- :X

Weenie says Don't you ever get hot in all that black? D:

Weenie says . _.

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Tavora

Melancholy - Cynical - Distant