NAME: Afton Halliday.
AGE: 17.
HEIGHT: 5'6".
WEIGHT: 110 lbs.
EYES: Green.
HAIR: Red.
PHYSICAL TRAITS: Missing his right eye. Has some healed burn marks on his upper-arms where hair can no longer grow. Missing a chunk of one of his ears. Scrawny and gangly, even for a teenager. Tends to dress pretty androgynously, sometimes mashing girlish clothes with more boyish things.

ABILITIES: With his Angel powers restored, Afton can once again summon the spear of Saint George from his body. This can cut through just about anything, and is only able to be wielded by Afton- anyone who tries to take it from him will find it to be heavier than lead. He also has the general Angel mismash of accelerated healing and being able to jump from building to building ala ridiculous CLAMP battles.

THOUGHTS: Afton is done with life. Being an Angel of Jerusalem was the only time in his life that he ever felt like he had any meaning, and this being yanked out from under him was not something that went over well. He became entirely aimless, lingering on doing nothing, until he finally drowned himself in a bathtub.

Over all, Afton is a little ball of issues. Being neglected by his parents all his life has instilled the belief that he has no self-worth deeply in him. Because he's worthless, no one can ever really care for him. When he finds himself starting to become to attached to someone, he either ignores it or berates himself about it, since there's no possible way they'll ever reciprocate anything.

Being revived and put in a summer camp will not improve his mood. The first thing he'll do is attempt to kill himself again, and after that's denied, mostly sulk around and pick on the other ports who actually find this whole thing upsetting for some reason.

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bugger.

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lol.

so when I woke up this morning my parents told me that they were kicking me out. and I can't take the tent. or More Than Five Lighters.

worst ever.

... Someone left the cake out in the rain.

it's kinda funny how all the women serial killers use poison. arsenic especially. but every once in a while one seems to be extra violent~

but those are mostly really old ones. Oooold. Men do crazy shit over all.


i need a less morbid topic to babble about on the internet.

I just wanna say that dad's music is old like oldness. old like that bread I used for a frisbee. old like these finger paints i found in the



~*~*~*~*~rainbow keyboard~*~*~*~*~

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Little writing marker keeps flashing. doesn't have a pattern i think.

He probably won't actually try to hurt me. i think. they were just words that i typed~

people are too touchy. his fault for going along with it. my fault for saying it (typing it) outloud (in public).

oh well.

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>:3

so I was ignoring this thing at first cause uh. Known about this for a while buuut I guess after everything i should probably check this more~

lol tilde

uh anyway YES



and suddenly I want kalamari