Once upon a time a child was born. This child began to hold pencils before she could stand on two feet. Parents, Teachers, and other children looked to hard on the lack of spelling ability and poor penmanship and lost site of the content within. Day after day stories pored from the girl. Once she was given access to a computer her true potential was scene. Teacher stopped and gave up on the spelling totally immersed in the actual story to care. Soon she began finding other things to do with her pencil. She began to create the characters of her story in a visual aspect. As she began to explore the internet she became her characters. That day Ruby was born. She took many forms but always settled with the slandered long red hair, golden eyes, pale skin, slim running build, red or black shirt, dark ripped jeans, and a long black over coat. Soon her creator began to look like her character. Dying her hair red, buying darker colored jeans, searching mad for a coat that fit the image in her head, and even trying to grow out her hair to be as long (Which failed miserably). Ruby was both scene on the internet as well as in reality.
Other characters soon fallowed Ruby in her quest to become one of there creators main. Red, Ruby's alter ego, caused there creator to cut her hair short. DJ, her blind character, made her hunt more for her coat. Rihan, the insane young independent child, spoke out more towards the creators friends. Once fictional characters in a story became reality.
Every day more and more of her beloved characters began to push there way to the surface. Fighting over control, demanding more story time, and even causing the creator to act like them on certain days. Final the creator had enough.
With a slash of her pen the characters ran in horror. Beloved stories ruined, picture lost, and files erased. The creature stood in the middle of the destruction. Realizing her most horrible actions she began to cry. Cry for the lost characters, lost work, deleted files. She cried till she could cry no more. Finally when the tears stopped she realized it was not the end. It had cleaned her slate. She was now able to change and do what ever she wanted with them. Rising to her feet she took the broken characters and placed them in a box. They would be fixed, in time.
Ruby Flame <3
Current Residence: Hell
Favourite genre of music: any thing except, Rap and girly music
Favourite photographer: ME
Favourite style of art: Sprite Makeing
Operating System: a pc
MP3 player of choice: a mp3
Shell of choice: hun??
Wallpaper of choice: ...don't have one
Skin of choice: what do you take me for?
Favourite cartoon character: TAILS!!!!!!!!!!!! and ED!!!!!!!!
Personal Quote: If you play with fire prebared to be burned
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