Key Features: Missing His Face To The Point His Whole Skull Is Visible. His Costume Is Nothing But A Black Hoodie.
Occupation: Works At A Store
Personality: Since the incident it has dulled, he used to be full of life, but now he's not. He keeps up appearances at work, but sometimes he gets mad, the anger is simply getting too hard to control. He gets mad a lot now. He has an affinity for children, due to his daughter. He knows that most criminals are people just trying to get by, but a lot of the time when they murder people, or hurt children he pulls the trigger on the gun. He doesn't feel good when he kills people, he believes they deserve it, he knows they do. He doesn't think he's bad for killing them, it just feels wrong to him. He doesn't know why, it just does.
Abilities: Immortality, High Endurance, High Stamina
Weapons: Machete, Pistol
Weakness: Little Healing Factor, (Anything takes a while to heal, if it's to the brain it will heal swifter.) Extreme Fear Of Fire, Anger Isssues
Backstory: Borus Lee. That was his name, it's been a while since he's last used it. Hard to use a name of a dead man. He was happy, he didn't know of his powers, but he had his wife and daughter. One day he took longer to get home from work than usual, he was having a good day and insisted on walking. When Borus got home, he noticed it seemed empty. He searched for his wife and kid, then felt something hit the back of his head. Hard. He woke up in the living room, bound to his wife and child. A man stood over them, Borus watched as the man set off a match and threw it onto them, the pain caused him to pass out. When he came to, he found his wife and child dead, but him still alive. He felt immense pain, but the ropes were burned away. He exited their house, and found people were afraid of him for some reason. As soon as Kranium found a mirror, he knew why. His face was missing. Borus Lee doesn't exist anymore, even though Kranium wishes he did. Borus is dead, officially. All of his friends, his family thinks he's dead. But he's not, and he never will be.
I know I'm a good writer, which isn't just me being narcissistic, but I've been told I am atleast above average by most people I share my writing with.
But I feel like nothing I write gets noticed. I spend a few days writing, post it, then nothing. It just happened; it just was there for a second.
I write something I put passion into and it just doesn't matter.
I wish I knew where to post my stuff to be noticed, I could post it on Ao3 but I've never wrote fanfiction before.
I love writing but I feel like Sisyphus sometime. I push the boulder but make no progress.
That is the yearly post of the Sanic blog, cya chat.
Your eyes peel open, away from the sleep which had absorbed you. You sit in a classroom, only half awake. You hear a light tapping on your desk and tilt your head to the side to look in that direction. Your teacher sits at a desk left from you, tapping it lightly. He is staring at you. “Sup.” He lets the word leave his throat, sounding almost bored. Your head was still laying on the desk, and only now you realized this. You raise your head for it to be level with his. For a second, you two sit in silence, before you begin to let out apologies as he pulls himself from the desk and to a standing position. He follows through the opening of the desks, as he guides himself out the classroom, leaving you sitting alone.
You stare at the board, there's something written but it's too dark to make it out. You finally pull yourself away from the desk, and follow through to the outside of the classroom. Before you finish the task of leaving it, your eyes find the board again. There are standard scrawlings of equations, but below them are drawn two eyes. It almost seems as if they are looking at something. You stand staring down at them, before remembering you had to leave the classroom. You walk slowly through the open door, expecting to be lectured by your teacher, yet you're alone. Completely alone. There's no one in the hallways. All the doors in the hall were wide open. Also empty. You walk to one door and peer in, drawn on the whiteboard are two small eyes.
You find it a bit strange, but you resume your walk. You were asleep all of class, you assume you missed something, or maybe it was just a coincidence. You continue walking through the halls, until you reach the outside. You look around and see people, you're no longer alone. You close your eyes for a second, then begin to walk. You cut through the park, and stand there for a second. You stare down at the namesake of the park, the Kappa Pond. You see your reflection in the water, and make eye contact with yourself. You avert your eyes to a seagull flying over, tilting your head to follow it further with your eyes. It flies through the tree line, and you lose sight of it. You move your head down to look at your watch, and begin walking again. You continue walking through the park, and cut back out to the sidewalk. You walk for not long, and then you stop and turn. You stare at your apartment building, and continue your walk.
You knock on the door, waiting for it to be opened. You hear nothing, and knock louder. Nothing, again. You reach for your key and lean down, and unlock the door. As you enter, you close the door behind you and lock it. You yell that your home, and walk into the kitchen. You see your mother sitting at the kitchen table, her head laid against it. You looked down at her face, and saw that she was asleep. You take a drink from the fridge, and walk to your room.
You wake up to an ear-piercing sound, your homework still laying in front of you on your own desk. Your head was laid on top of it. You raise from the chair, and walk yourself to your bed. You don’t lay down, you grab your phone, and dismiss your alarm. You're fully awake now, so you begin to prepare for school.
You enter the schoolhouse and notice something strange. Across from the entrance was a stone statue. It was larger than you, by a few feet, but it wasn’t exactly large. Maybe 7 or 8 feet, you guessed. It was a statue of a slim man, a man who wore a suit without a tie. Its face was blank, its facial figures showing no emotion. The statue stood in a stiff position, standing up straight. One of its arms was raised towards the door, and its index finger was stretched out. Pointing at the door. At you. It wasn’t there yesterday, it wasn’t there a week ago, it wasn’t there ever. There was never a statue there. You stared at it, not realizing you were standing in front of the entrance until someone pushed by you. Your focus on the thing dwindled, and you came back to your senses. It must’ve been put in last night. It couldn’t be that hard to transport a statue of that size. Accepting it as true, you turned and walked. Only one time you looked back, and when you did, it was still pointing at the door.
You didn’t fall asleep in class today. Everything was like it was everyday, aside from the statue. You walk out of the building, and follow your everyday path. You walk through the park, and you turn to the pond to stare, yet you notice something next to the pond. A stone statue stands next to a bench overlooking the pond. It was around the same height as the one in the school it seemed. The statue was of a large man. He was wearing overalls, a plain shirt and jeans. Its face showed no emotion. You stared at it, its arm was raised to point. Point at you.
Your eyes finally leave it, and you turn around. You see another statue. A statue of a woman wearing a wedding dress. She was also pointing. You look back at the statue of the large man, it's still there. You turn again, this time away from both the statues. You see a third. It’s close to you, within 9 feet. It’s a statue of a man. They wear a blue baseball cap and a jersey. It is pointing at you. You’re surrounded. You look behind you, it’s the pond. You look Infront, it’s a statue, you look right, it's a statue, you look left it’s a statue. You look away from the statues, away from the ones who watch. You stare into the pond, and take a dive.
You can’t swim. You struggle to stay above the water, the water isn’t rapid, but you can’t fight the force pulling you to the bottom. You can’t pull yourself up, you can’t swim up. You reach your hand up, and try to scream. You feel a hand grasp yours. You feel another hand grasp below that hand. The pair of hands slowly pulls you up and out of the water. They pull you out of the pond.
You weren’t injured at all. You almost drowned, but nothing lasting. It was your mother who pulled you out. She told you she was worried, you were taking longer than usual to get home. When you were asked how you ended up in the water, you told her you slipped. You knew she wouldn’t believe you about what really happened. Even if she did, she wouldn’t believe they were statues. But, they weren’t statues. Statues can’t move from their resting spot, statues can’t appear out of nowhere. You exit out of the shower, almost tripping over the tub. You walk to your room, and pull on a simple T-Shirt from the closet. You lay down, but feel as if you are being watched. You toss and turn on your bed, until you’re fully facing the wall. It's hard to tell in the dark, but you can tell. Two pairs of eyes are carved into the wall. You stare at them, and it seems they stare back.
You try to forget what happened yesterday as you get ready for school. You go through the routine, everything is normal. You sit in the kitchen, not doing anything, just sitting there and thinking. Your eyes go to a drawing held to the fridge with a magnet, it’s a portrait of you. You remember drawing it when you were younger. You were so proud of it. Your eyes study the drawing, you hadn’t fully seen it in so long. You have been in a rush recently. You notice something. On the bottom of the paper, almost blending in, are two small eyes drawn. You are being watched.
You were at edge all of the school day, the statue had moved to outside your final class, opposite to the door. At the end of the day, you begin your walk, but avoid cutting through the park. You walk on the sidewalk. You see no one. You don’t even see anyone when you cut through the market. You notice something. Something behind one of the stands. A statue. Pointing at you. You slowly back up, and your eyes dart to the side. All of the stands have a statue behind them. You begin to run. You run along the sidewalk. You see a statue ahead, pointing at you. You take a turn and you feel your feet pound on grass. You're out of breath. You stop running. You see no one. But, this time, there are no statues. You look around at where you are, in front of you is a pond.
You fell for it. They lured you back. You look back at your entrance into the park. There is a statue there. Pointing at you. All possible exits are blocked. You look behind you, a statue is there. Right in front of you. It points at you, and the arm barely avoids touching you. You pull your hand back and thrust it forward, punching the statue in the chest. You recoil in pain, your knuckles are bleeding. The statue’s chest now has a spot of blood on it. You begin to run backwards, only turning around a second after you begin running. You trip on something, a foot. You tumble down, and see a statue. It’s pointing at where you were. It tripped you. You continue to tumble down, right into the pond.
You gasp for breath, try to swim. But, you haven't gotten any better since last time. You don’t see anyone above the water, you can’t swim. You can’t float. You can’t breathe. You look in every direction, you try to pull yourself, grab onto something, anything. You can’t. You look up once more. You see a group of figures, pointing at you. They appear to be made of stone.
I feel like even though you could say my writings improved... I feel like it's kinda died a bit, lost a bit of life, a bit of flare. idk
If so, then check out this totally... piratealicious... rp! be a pirate or a person in the navy, have special abilities... ts is a ripoff of one piece, oh god-
