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Posted 8/29/11
Basically is just what the topic title states, we write our own stories on how we came to be who we are and end up working with Dante at Devil May Cry. It doesnt have to be all in one post, you can break it up ito many different ones, this way if anyone reads these they wont be completely overwhelmed in one shot.

~Vero
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Posted 8/30/11
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Posted 8/30/11
My story starts not like all the others, honestly im not gonna start with a happy beginning that started with the heroine having a family or being saved by someone who found a baby on the street then they grow up figuring out that the person who raised them wasnt really their father or mother or whatever this story wont have many happy moments...im just warning you now. You dont like how im telling it, to bad i cant change how the past was and im not gonna sugar coat it just to please you but either way its not my problem whether you read it or not.
So here's where i'l begin, to be blunt i was an unwanted child, yes that means my mom was a whore and my father was unknown its that simple. so in order to keep business going she left me at an underground subway, whether she expected someone to pick me up or just die i dont know. I dont know and i dont care. Now your all probably thinking that i lied to you about the baby thing and someone coming to save me blah blah blah, but im not finished so shut up and get comfortable because there is more to come. Anyway i was left in the subway one cold night with hobos sitting in the corners and me freezing practically to death. Honestly know one knows how i was able to survive through that, ive told this story to many people and each said the same thing. "an angel was taking care of you." Still it didnt help against the cold, any baby left like that was as good as gone till a tall man walked by and saw me crying. He walked over to me and picked me up in his arms and walked away with me. Again some of you are most likely giving the look saying that i just said what i wouldnt say, then tell me i was obviously saved. Well i only wished for it to have been like that, sadly a few years afterward i really wished that man wouldve left me to die in the cold.
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Posted 8/30/11
(am i in this to )
Posted 8/31/11
(no you make your own story. Its like a more detailed explaintion of the hunters except your telling it in story form. So how you grow and how it all leads to you working at DMC)
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(o i might have a problem with that i was born in the dragon land,s )
Posted 8/31/11
(so? just right that. it doesnt matter where you camae from just how you got to be who you are. Its a forum that gives people a chance to get the full view of the character. Get it? like an autobiography, just make sure your character sticks to the story other wise when you say something in the forum and have something totally different in another it gets confusing.)
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Posted 8/31/11 , edited 9/8/11
ok ) it was morning in the dragon land,s the sun was high the bird,s were cheeping welcoming a new circle of life all the animal,s and dragon,s from around the world came to see the new princess an old baboon holding a little black dragoness up high for everyone could see my mother held me after he was done for the first time in my young life my father loved me but it would all change (pretend the lion,s are dragon,s )
Posted 9/1/11 , edited 9/1/11
PART 1: ONE HELL OF GIRL
~So now that ive got all your attention let's move ahead a few years maybe when i turned about three. I actually didnt know my birthday so I used the date I was found, i dont think i need to bore you with the details every baby goes through right? so let me instead introduce the first figure in my life. The guy who "saved" me, many called him the Undertaker though admittedly i never really knew why but i had some sort of idea. You see undertaker was a tall man but not burly or weak. He was more chubby and had a gambling/ drinking problem. I guess the best example to describe his appearance is the Penguin from Batman minus the large pointy nose and taller or in other words a total dick. He wasnt much of a good gaurdian or parent i guess. I slept outside in a small little shed with only ragged blankets and a pillow that wasnt actually a pillow but a pillow case filled with newspaper. He'd forget to feed me most days so of course i had to scalvage some food for my self, it was mostly through the trash at that age, or if i was lucky the baker would see me and give some left over bread, the man knew who i lived with and showed me sympathy whenever he could but it wasnt that often. Then you had the days when Undertaker actually remembered to feed me which half the time wasnt good to eat at all or just table scaps only as if i was a dog or his pet. I was alone by myself practically 99% of the time, Undertaker was always out gambling and drinking so id go out and wander around, exploring new things but the place i enjoyed was at a school and id watch through a school window and other kids writing in notebooks and the teacher lecturing or yelling at the kids who misbehaved. As corny as this sounded i wanted to join them. I was curious to what it was like to be in one of these kids shoes, hell i wanted to know these kids in general but no matter how hard i wished i was nothing like them. I didnt feel real. Not because i was basically a scravenger or i only wore this ripped, stained and ragged dress or that my hair was knotty and messy and my face was dirty...no just something deep down told me i wasnt like any of those kids. So all i did was sit and the window silently watching and listening.
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Posted 9/2/11
PART 1:the chosen one ~
after a few moth,s my after slowly started heating me because my red body trend black i walk up to my father (you can be him if you want )how now has a son my brother Gabriell i walk up to my father :*me:daddy uncle omega is going to the dragon graveyard he want,s me to go can i go with him to the dragon graveyard to visit the wyvern,s , that grandpa is friend,s with mommy said it,s ok with here but i had to ask you first
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Posted 9/4/11 , edited 9/4/11
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Alright my story begins with me being normal everyday child. I went to school, I had parents, I had friends. I was well known in my small little town. I was living a happy little life. Suddenly a group of what we called, The Shadow People showed up and strange things were happenings. People dyeing off one by one or having a blank look in their eyes. Soon, the people close to me started to go with the others. I was only thirteen and not very good with violence at the time. I was an innocent person, hard to believe but true. Then I went to the town over and found people still alive who were fighting back. I learned from them and joined them. I finally had enough courage to go to my town and take back what was mine. Killing the people I knew close to me, changed my personality a bit. I wasn't that same girl that use to live in the small town. I was more distant from people, i wasn't a girly girl anymore, and sarcasm is like a second language to me. After a few years of battling and living in the other town, I decided it was my time to leave the nest. I was brave, I had more smarts on more just everyday stuff. Supernatural smarts started to seep into my brain. When I made it to the next town after days of traveling I made it to a building, Devil May Cry read across the top. I opened the door without even knocking. Covered in blood, dirt and probably smelled a bit funky. I wasn't alone as I thought I would be. People actually live here? I soon was acquainted with the others, that was when I met Dante and I told my tale of how I came here to this town. I was accepted, slowly but I soon felt part of the group. I was a newb for a bit but others soon followed. Either the survivors from my town or other towns not far from mine. Soon I'll put my story in more detail, but for now, that's all I will tell.

What I look like?: Long white hair. Hair reached to about my lower back. Eyes are a light blue. VERY light blue. When it's dark, you can only see my eyes, which glow.
I'm not completely human, which again, is a story for another day. I have scars/scratches covering my body along with some tattoos here and there. Markings covering only my back from joining countless groups. Finally happy I don't have to be carved into anymore. I've found my place. I have a nose piercing on my right nostril, I don't use rings in my nose, only those dot things. Earrings is a yes and I have rings that again, I've acquired through joining of groups.
Posted 9/6/11
One day while i was watching the classroom the teacher saw me. She had sent all the kids to recess and invited me in. I guess you can say this was one of my happier moments in the story. Her name was Ms. Luna. Yes her last name was basically moon get over it. She was pretty, long brown hair fell down her back while such bright green eyes stared at you with love, curiousity and kindness. She had asked me all sorts of questions like why did i watch her class through the window, why wasnt i in school or where i lived. I gave me answers in normal and casul tones like it wasnt such a big deal, but after each question i answered that bright smile turned into a concerned frown. So after recess was done she asked if i wanted to stay in the classroom for the rest of the day then go to her house for some sweets and food. I thought for a moment and decided that the Undertaker wouldnt be back till three in the morning and having no knowledge of never talking to strangers i agreed to go. I was excited about doing the class and everyone was curious about me just as much as i was about them so often they asked me questions. The day went by till everyone left for home and Ms. Luna and I were the only one left. I helped the teacher carry her stuff as we walked to her house. I wasnt a very big house but i was just the right size for a single woman to live alone. She had a white picket fence and a small path leading to her front door and surrounding it was a beautifully bloomed garden. She unlocked the door and stepped inside inviting me in. I gazed around in aw, everything looked welcoming and bright much like Ms. Luna's personality. Walking over to the dinning room she placed her papers on a round table and brought out her hand. she smiled.* "Welcome to my home, you are welcome here anytime you like. Now how about we get you washed up. What do you say Veronica? or should I call you Vero for short?"At that time i didnt really have a name. The Undertaker always called me "girl" so i only shrugged and went with it when Ms. Luna took to calling me either one of those. That first day she gave me a bath and combed through my long hair which seemed like hours, then she gave me one of her dresses from when she was younger which was a little big but Ms. Luna said that was because i was so skinny. Then we headed to the kitchen where she began to prepare food. The smell of fried chicken wafted through the air and my mouth began to water along with my stomach rumbling. She sang as she cooked and i watched just as happy. I was comfortable and happy i honestly didnt know there were people like this out there.
dinner came and went, and so did dessert. Me shovelling down delicious foods and cookies and glass after glass of cold milk. it wasnt til i thought it about time to go that Ms. Luna frowned. She asked if i wanted to spend the night at her house but i had to refuse because i know the Undertaker wouldnt like it. So before i left she gave me a bag of clothes, a brush, blackets and an actual pillow. I smiled and waved as i made my way arms full of things while she waved back a worried look on her face. Once i got back to my little shed i lit a candle and began placing things everywhere around the small crowed place. Humming the same song ms. Luna was singing and enjoying my new items.
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Posted 9/7/11
i wandered into the human world to find a friend and i head to blood,s home town
Posted 9/7/11
(Vanessa didnt you miss a part entirely. First your asking to go to the graveyard now you wandered into the human world im lost ) Visits to Ms. Luna's house were frequent and each day i grown some and looked more normal for my age. She even taught me how to read, write and do things kids at my age should kno. And as soon as years went by Ms. Luna borrowed books from other teachers. I always was a fast learning so when i was 7 is was already doing work that was meant for 7th graders, so that had been 6 years i would have skipped if i was in school. Ms. Luna was always happy to see me and the Undertaker barely noticed anything different about me besides my clothes or how i looked, but he never seemed to care. It wasnt till i was in fifth grade that he starting paying more attention and limiting me to explore. But from time to time i found ways of escaping and somehow making it to Ms. Luna's house, but then i always got caught after a while then punished by either harsh whippings or being chased by dogs that the Undertaker had bought at somepoint. It had gotten to the point where every possible escape was now impossible. The dogs stood watch at my door, cement sourrounded the bourder so i couldnt dig out, all building aspect was maintained in the shed. For every nail that cam loose or for every board that rotten, there would be a new one to replace it in a matter of a day. Still that wasnt the worse part, during the day some burly man would come by and make me do violent and vigerous things. Like how to fight, hunt search for weaknesses, go through dangerous courses and fight against animals, and everytime i didnt do something to his liking the man would punish me...and it was ten times worse than being punished for sneaking away. Soon all that weight i gained dropped but i suppose something good came out of it. If i did well then id get food, and they always gave me however much id eat which of course was a lot so i tried my hardest every single time in order to get food. I couldnt figure out why i had to do this and everytime i asked it was the same answer, "Your training" but no one ever said for what it was for.
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Posted 9/8/11
egnor the last one )emerald:NO!me:but i want to see my other family emerald:I SAID NO YOUR NOT ONE OF THEM BUT IF IT WILL MAKE YOU LEAVE ME ALONE THEN FINE BRAT !*i looked at my father with tear,s in my eye,s i ran to my to tell grand father and omega (blood could you be death wing plese and i can be a crater in your past if you want )
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