Should I make an account on this website for one of my OCs Carla, or do you think I have too many and should make it on Tumblr instead? Either way, it'll be like one of those roleplay accounts with muses and all that nice stuff. Here are paragraphs to explain who this sweetie is and certain events of her life. Since a backstory like hers isn't what I often write, a few things are a little sketchy. Don't be surprised.Warning: Certain parts in the third and fourth paragraphs will be talking about mistreatment of youth, kidnapping, physical pain from injury, and might increase people's fear of going by themselves in public areas. I am not sure how many of my watchers feel uncomfortable about these things, but I put this up just in case.
Carla is a blonde teenage girl with browns tips at the bottom of her long hair paired up with eyes of a faded green color, happening to be between 14 and 16. I haven't really decided on her age yet. She wears a pair of gloves that she would only take off if it were 100+ degrees Fahrenheit, and she often wears clothes that don't quite match together. Her outfit of choice most of the time would be a black hoodie with gray baggy pants, a brown men's watch and blue sneakers that have definitely
seen better days. German is her first language, but it's on the rusty side.
If you try to look into her eyes for more than 2 seconds, she will be really creeped out and look away from your gaze. If she allows you to look at her for a little bit longer, that means she trusts you and truly enjoys your presence. The girl would look at buildings with either a frown or no expression at all, seeming to have little to no interest in starting a conversation or even ending it. Normal interaction of plentiful sorts frighten Carla, making her rather hesitant on making any friends regardless of where she may happen to be at the moment. But see, there are
reasons why she's like this.
Unlike most of my other characters, her backstory would be more gloomy than cheery. She's a former test subject who has been put in terrible condition thanks to two men, both of their names unknown to anyone who doesn't know them well. Carla can still remember their names, which makes her panic no matter if someone around her is talking about the two men or someone completely different. Since the appearance of her body didn't quite look the same as it was before she was kidnapped, this is a strong reason why she wears clothes that hide so much of her skin. She was not the only one one in her old situation. In fact, there were a huge number of people before her.
She was the 1,415th person of 1,500 to be taken away, and the last out of 160 teenagers to go missing. Carla was just standing near a bus stop one chilly night in a quieter part of the city, her cell phone battery was far too low to make a call to tell her easily worried parents that she was safe and sound. The last thing she recalled before being in an unfamiliar location was collapsing on the cold metal bench, screaming as she felt a great wave of pain in her head and arms. She couldn't yell for help or cry, it was that horrible. Her eyes slowly closed, it was too late by the time the bus arrived.I'm afraid there isn't a TL;DR version for this.