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A Twisted Wicked Fate · 04-09-2008, 10:35 PM

Zero Kinglsey is just a normal looking boy attending Hogwarts. He may have cold skin, long fangs, and white hair, but still, he eludes everyone with telling them he's normal. Well, this is the life and times of Zero.

Year 1643
Paris, France

I was born this year, and all I remembered was going to one home to the next. Having a nice lady pick me up and smother me in her arms. Then a bunch of other faces all taking care of me. This was the year Louis II de Bourbon got success at the battle of Rocroic, and I, Zero Kingsley, was born vampire.

Year 1648

I found out when I was five, when I was in a rather decrepit place, also known as a city shelter for young boys, that my mother left me on the street, bundled up in nothing but a fur coat, which later the shelter sold off for money, and that she didn’t want me. My father found out about me, and left my mum, and she loved my father, but for her to keep him by her side, she had to give up me.

And with no haste, I landed on the street. I was picked up by strange people, the lady at this shelter said, because she found me nibbling on this woman’s finger, who just happened to pick me up. I hadn’t gotten my fangs yet, so I couldn’t draw blood.

The lady who found me put up descriptions of me on the lamplights and no one came to get me. So I stayed there and she cared for me. She doesn’t care for me anymore, because she got married and quit working here, but I at least have a new lady to take care of me.

The nurses found out what my problem was, after I refused to drink milk or eat food. They thought I was a demon child, but the nice lady knew I wasn’t. She let me drink from her wrist when I was hungry. She told the new lady, and she was fine with it, so it works.

None of the other boys here want to play with me. I don’t really care. I just want someone to love me.

I like to stay up while all the others sleep. I like to draw in the dirt with a stick and make pictures of things I see. A tree. A dog. A boy with fangs like me. Someone different. Not the same as others. Someone... odd.

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A Twisted Wicked Fate Faeries are love. Unseelie Faerie Queen Erumpent Location: With M'love ♥ Join Date: May 2004 Posts: 13,398 Hogwarts RPG Name: Miss Vivi Venin Sixth Year	I know what it's like to be Dead - Sa13+ Zero Kinglsey is just a normal looking boy attending Hogwarts. He may have cold skin, long fangs, and white hair, but still, he eludes everyone with telling them he's normal. Well, this is the life and times of Zero. Year 1643 Paris, France I was born this year, and all I remembered was going to one home to the next. Having a nice lady pick me up and smother me in her arms. Then a bunch of other faces all taking care of me. This was the year Louis II de Bourbon got success at the battle of Rocroic, and I, Zero Kingsley, was born vampire. Year 1648 I found out when I was five, when I was in a rather decrepit place, also known as a city shelter for young boys, that my mother left me on the street, bundled up in nothing but a fur coat, which later the shelter sold off for money, and that she didn’t want me. My father found out about me, and left my mum, and she loved my father, but for her to keep him by her side, she had to give up me. And with no haste, I landed on the street. I was picked up by strange people, the lady at this shelter said, because she found me nibbling on this woman’s finger, who just happened to pick me up. I hadn’t gotten my fangs yet, so I couldn’t draw blood. The lady who found me put up descriptions of me on the lamplights and no one came to get me. So I stayed there and she cared for me. She doesn’t care for me anymore, because she got married and quit working here, but I at least have a new lady to take care of me. The nurses found out what my problem was, after I refused to drink milk or eat food. They thought I was a demon child, but the nice lady knew I wasn’t. She let me drink from her wrist when I was hungry. She told the new lady, and she was fine with it, so it works. None of the other boys here want to play with me. I don’t really care. I just want someone to love me. I like to stay up while all the others sleep. I like to draw in the dirt with a stick and make pictures of things I see. A tree. A dog. A boy with fangs like me. Someone different. Not the same as others. Someone... odd.