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BROWN EYES BY RED HOUSE PAINTERS
i understand your tired eyes
for these tired homes and tired trees.
i see the pain in those brown eyes.
fires burn in autumn skies.
Amala Sasha Cadaver
twenty years old
taurus sun, scorpio moon, pisces rising
Amala's Background
Amala Cadaver was born on a warm Spring afternoon to Garrett and Rosemary Johnson. In Queens, New York City, Amala experienced her first few years of life in a shoebox apartment. Though her parents were incredibly loving and nurturing, they were also a part of the working class. If one parent decided to take care of Amala, the other would have to take on the stress of having two jobs. At the time, two jobs seemed to be overwhelmingly strenuous... thinking back to it, Rose and Garrett wished they took on the weight. They loved Amala, but in order to manage both work and childcare- they had to have someone else take care of her during their work hours. At first it was Garrett's parents, then it was Rose's sister, then it was a nanny. Hiring a nanny could've been the worst mistake they've ever made.
Grace Highland was a nineteen year old girl from upstate New York. She was petite, sweet, and had blonde curls that draped over her defined shoulders. Grace didn't seem like the type of girl to do something so awful. She didn't seem like the type to kidnap a three year old girl... But she did. Little did Rosemary and Garrett know, April 7th was going to be the last time they'd see their daughter. From that point, there was no trace of Grace Highland or Amala. They had both disappeared.
In the middle of upstate New York, AKA the middle of no where, Grace brought Amala to what looked like a farmhouse.
Despite Amala being taken away from her parents, she couldn't fully comprehend what was happening. With Grace telling Amala that she's going to meet her "real family", Amala was too young. Grace didn't even have to try to indoctrinate her.
A man that went by Patrick helped raised Amala alongside the other young women and men. Surprisingly enough, Amala adjusted quite well. She played with the other kids at the farm, and started calling them her brothers and sisters. It was an uplifting environment for Amala, she was supported by everyone on the farm. As time went on, she learned that not everyone was equal. Everyone had their own tasks. Some more stressful than others. But above everyone else, Patrick was the leader.
Over the years, she believed that this plot of land was her home. The older she got, the more tasks she was presented with. It all started off fairly simple... She'd do laundry, cook food with the other women, take care of the children. Patrick loved Amala because she listened, she wanted to do everything perfectly. She was loyal from the moment she got to the farm. Amala never questioned why the males and females were separated at bedtime, or why some of the men and women would leave for days on end. She never questioned the rules. She only listened. Amala was good for that.
At eighteen, Amala's rose tinted glasses began to fall. On her birthday, she had to go through initiation. The women prepped Amala for presentation. They groomed her, dressed her up, got her all dolled up. She had heard stories from her friends after their eighteenth birthday, but Amala thought they were all playing a prank on her... They weren't. The man that Amala would have described as her father, ripped her clothes off and deflowered her. Patrick had slept with every woman in their little community, and all of them, including Amala, had fallen in love with him. But despite Amala knowing he was "making love" to the other girls, he constantly reminded her that she was his favorite. That she was his favorite and most perfect girl. With that reassurance, she did anything for him.
Knowing better, Patrick didn't make her kidnap new kids to bring onto the farm. He taught her how to shoot a gun. Practicing with rodents, he forced her to kill live animals before actual people. Patrick and a few others will take small trips to rob the wealthy. Breaking and entering, Amala was taught that the wealthy didn't care about her, that they saw her as scum. A parasite to the US. So she taught herself to be okay with being a murderer. They would never care about her, even if she spared their lives- so why should she care if she takes them. Patrick always taught her that she was a leader not a follower. As time went on, she began to experience an awfully numb feeling at the pit of her stomach. Despite Amala being raised in a very small community, she still felt guilty for taking people's lives. She had seen how Patrick treated some of the other girls, he wasn't shy to hitting women. A naïve part of her believed he'd never hurt her, the other part knew her life was just as meaningless as the ones he killed. Amala wanted to find an escape, she wanted to be saved. But how could she when she's Patrick's favorite toy.
"My sweet Ama, you're good for cooking, robbing, killing, and fucking."
Amala's Personality
Amala had always been a very soft spoken girl. She was much sweeter than the others, even obedient. Despite having an incredibly submissive nature to her, she's also seen many awful things. With what she's seen, she has a wisdom to her that not many others have. She's nurturing and gentle, naturally maternal. The younger girls gravitate to her. She will tell you folklore stories while braiding your hair, tuck you into bed and make sure all of your sheets are clean, and protect you against all evil forces.
i understand your tired eyes
for these tired homes and tired trees.
i see the pain in those brown eyes.
fires burn in autumn skies.
Amala Sasha Cadaver
twenty years old
taurus sun, scorpio moon, pisces rising
Amala's Background
Amala Cadaver was born on a warm Spring afternoon to Garrett and Rosemary Johnson. In Queens, New York City, Amala experienced her first few years of life in a shoebox apartment. Though her parents were incredibly loving and nurturing, they were also a part of the working class. If one parent decided to take care of Amala, the other would have to take on the stress of having two jobs. At the time, two jobs seemed to be overwhelmingly strenuous... thinking back to it, Rose and Garrett wished they took on the weight. They loved Amala, but in order to manage both work and childcare- they had to have someone else take care of her during their work hours. At first it was Garrett's parents, then it was Rose's sister, then it was a nanny. Hiring a nanny could've been the worst mistake they've ever made.
Grace Highland was a nineteen year old girl from upstate New York. She was petite, sweet, and had blonde curls that draped over her defined shoulders. Grace didn't seem like the type of girl to do something so awful. She didn't seem like the type to kidnap a three year old girl... But she did. Little did Rosemary and Garrett know, April 7th was going to be the last time they'd see their daughter. From that point, there was no trace of Grace Highland or Amala. They had both disappeared.
In the middle of upstate New York, AKA the middle of no where, Grace brought Amala to what looked like a farmhouse.
Despite Amala being taken away from her parents, she couldn't fully comprehend what was happening. With Grace telling Amala that she's going to meet her "real family", Amala was too young. Grace didn't even have to try to indoctrinate her.
A man that went by Patrick helped raised Amala alongside the other young women and men. Surprisingly enough, Amala adjusted quite well. She played with the other kids at the farm, and started calling them her brothers and sisters. It was an uplifting environment for Amala, she was supported by everyone on the farm. As time went on, she learned that not everyone was equal. Everyone had their own tasks. Some more stressful than others. But above everyone else, Patrick was the leader.
Over the years, she believed that this plot of land was her home. The older she got, the more tasks she was presented with. It all started off fairly simple... She'd do laundry, cook food with the other women, take care of the children. Patrick loved Amala because she listened, she wanted to do everything perfectly. She was loyal from the moment she got to the farm. Amala never questioned why the males and females were separated at bedtime, or why some of the men and women would leave for days on end. She never questioned the rules. She only listened. Amala was good for that.
At eighteen, Amala's rose tinted glasses began to fall. On her birthday, she had to go through initiation. The women prepped Amala for presentation. They groomed her, dressed her up, got her all dolled up. She had heard stories from her friends after their eighteenth birthday, but Amala thought they were all playing a prank on her... They weren't. The man that Amala would have described as her father, ripped her clothes off and deflowered her. Patrick had slept with every woman in their little community, and all of them, including Amala, had fallen in love with him. But despite Amala knowing he was "making love" to the other girls, he constantly reminded her that she was his favorite. That she was his favorite and most perfect girl. With that reassurance, she did anything for him.
Knowing better, Patrick didn't make her kidnap new kids to bring onto the farm. He taught her how to shoot a gun. Practicing with rodents, he forced her to kill live animals before actual people. Patrick and a few others will take small trips to rob the wealthy. Breaking and entering, Amala was taught that the wealthy didn't care about her, that they saw her as scum. A parasite to the US. So she taught herself to be okay with being a murderer. They would never care about her, even if she spared their lives- so why should she care if she takes them. Patrick always taught her that she was a leader not a follower. As time went on, she began to experience an awfully numb feeling at the pit of her stomach. Despite Amala being raised in a very small community, she still felt guilty for taking people's lives. She had seen how Patrick treated some of the other girls, he wasn't shy to hitting women. A naïve part of her believed he'd never hurt her, the other part knew her life was just as meaningless as the ones he killed. Amala wanted to find an escape, she wanted to be saved. But how could she when she's Patrick's favorite toy.
"My sweet Ama, you're good for cooking, robbing, killing, and fucking."
Amala's Personality
Amala had always been a very soft spoken girl. She was much sweeter than the others, even obedient. Despite having an incredibly submissive nature to her, she's also seen many awful things. With what she's seen, she has a wisdom to her that not many others have. She's nurturing and gentle, naturally maternal. The younger girls gravitate to her. She will tell you folklore stories while braiding your hair, tuck you into bed and make sure all of your sheets are clean, and protect you against all evil forces.
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