Cyb3le-04

.:January 1st 1956:.     It was midnight on a cold new years morning, a time to start over. A time when we forgive, forget, and look to the future for guidance. Unless your me when life will never forgive nor forget you. You are a beautiful aqua colored mobian with wavy hair in a ponytail kept up by golden strands that would sparkle like diamonds in sunlight. Unfortunately most of your beauty is hidden under several scars and bruises from a seemingly endless life of running.    When you were 11 a murderer killed both your mum and dad, luckily your mum threw a rock at a window giving you a path to escape before she d