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Linnaeanum
Legacy Name: Linnaeanum

The Arid Escalade
Owner: Laetitia_Montemercy

Age: 16 years, 3 months, 1 day

Born: December 17th, 2009

Adopted: 16 years, 3 months, 1 day ago

Adopted: December 17th, 2009

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Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 15
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 12
   
• HP: 0/12
   
• Intelligence: 7
   
• Books Read: 7
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

My story...

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Name: Linnaeanum (nicknamed Linnaea)

Age: 20

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Hair color: Blonde and scruffy

Eye color: Crimson (main persona) Violet (alter ego)

History: Linnaeanum was born to a hardworking mother and father, both of which worked full time at different jobs. His father worked in a coal mine and the mother worked in a factory full-time. An industrial accident in the mine led Linnaea’s father to lose both his legs in a cave-in, and required immense hospitalization. His father slowly became addicted to the painkillers he took for his condition and his mother, driven to the edge by her husband’s addiction and handicap, was committed to a mental institution along with her husband. Linnaea ran away from home, claiming his parents were hopeless drunkards, to escape the tension of his home life. He then immersed himself in the practice of exorcism and, after performing the service on a wealthy man’s daughter, his life is fully paid for. After years of studying the occult, at age 17, he attempted suicide and failed. Since then, a more malicious, deceiving alter ego manifests and takes over the young man’s body, the tough personality better suiting the challenges in his life. His alter ego usually manifested itself only during the times Linnaea was extremely anxious, but as he grew more hateful of life, the alter ego took over accordingly. His alter ego ultimately befriends a troubled young woman named Meamie as a cruel joke, pretending to be in love with her as a way to amuse himself. The real Linnaea, still unable to face the world he’d tried to run away from, eventually began to fall in love with a girl named Meamie, who ultimately motivated him to come back to reality. His other personality still remains, but only emerges during moments of intense fear or rage. His parents are now out of the hospital and are living happily by the time he goes to Greece, and continue to wait for a chance at redemption.

Personality: Linnaeanum has two personalities living inside his body, as a result of childhood trauma. His gentler side, the real Linnaea, is a generous, quiet and easily flustered adult who, despite his obvious maturity, is still as naïve as he was when he attempted to kill himself as a teen. His alter ego has violet eyes instead of crimson, and is manipulating and completely merciless. His alter ego loves to toy with human emotions and push others to their mental limit.

Likes: Occult, supernatural and seafood (main persona) Being mean, messing with other’s emotions and seafood (alter ego)

Dislikes: Cruelty, loneliness and hatred (main persona) Love, admiration and joy (alter ego)

Narrative: “I’ve done a lot…” he whispered, pushing the blade into his abdomen, sounds of seething pain escaping his lips. “But I’m still sorry…to everyone. Mom, dad, Rosalind…everyone…but I can’t do this…” he said slowly as he sank to his knees. His lips were slightly agape as he stared intently at the square of wall before him, his bloody fingers aching to deflower the unscathed surface. He reached out and ran his fingers along the white space…feeling a smile of accomplishment grace his handsome visage. “All this running has made me realize,” he gasped, sinking onto the floor in a mangled pile of crimson stained limbs.

“…It made me realize that I really have no idea what life is like on the other side of the rose-colored glass I’ve forced in front of myself…and I realize it’s better to die with dignity now…then to suffer from a future of cowardly fleeing and hiding…”With another grunt of pain, he forced the knife deeper into his gut. He was now on his knees with blood splashing onto the floor from his stomach. His crimson eyes rolled back in their socket as his arms finally lost their strength and gave under his weight. As he collapsed in a pool of his own blood, tears dripping down his cheeks, he muttered one last apology. He’d killed himself inside the house of his best friend Rosalind, who would no doubt suffer greatly from his casualty. “If I’m this weak…I would have never lived…any…way…” he whispered as his head of pretty blonde hair slumped over his shoulder. To the naked eye…the man appeared dead.

“Weakling. You have no clue how cruel this world is…and you still surrender so early. What a big joke,” came a hissing voice from inside his mind, its violent undertones echoing around the room. The blonde teen struggled to stare and concentrate on the noise…the whole room looking as if it was veiled by a waterfall.

“A voice?” he asked, his lungs so exhausted that they could barely croak out the necessary syllables to form words. “Who…is it? Do I know you?”

“How about you let me take over?”

“W...what?”

“You’ve locked away your pain for so long now…your anger, sadness…rage against humans. You’ve locked me away, you piece of trash, and I want out,” it asserted. It was then the teen’s arms jerked upwards and snatched the blade free from his gut. “I’ll take it from here. Go to sleep…like a good little boy.”
It would be three years before the real Linnaea ever saw the light of day again.

“Oh my god!” Rosalind screamed as she spied his corpse from over the stair rail. “Wadsworth…call the paramedics,” she commanded her elderly butler, running to Linnaea and cradling him like a newborn. Tears splattered on the floor as she tried to shake him back to life, her sobs drowning out any other confused noises around her. “Wake up…Linnaea…wake up, please…” he hollered, watching his calm face for any signs of life.

When he opened his eyes to see her, they were not the beautiful crimson eyes she’d known as a girl…they were a malicious, royal shade of violet. As she shrank back in horror, hands flying to her lips, the teen’s mouth twisted into a smirk worthy of a serial killer.“…What’s the matter, dear? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

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