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doomdragon6

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I've become very interested in people's backstories lately. Whenever I see an old man somewhere, I look at him and wonder what his story is-- where he came from, what he's done, what he's doing now, and who he's affected. I wonder these things so much that I'm actually writing up questionaires for my entire family so I can better understand where they all come from.

Recently, I've even begun to wonder about you guys.

Chibibar keeps talking about his life and it sounds so interesting, if not unfortunate at the beginning (no offense intended, chibibar!). I'd love to hear a more complete set of his story.

Shego revealed her bar/waitress origin story recently and we of course know various other backstories for her. But what about the rest of you? Where do you come from? Where are you now? How did you get there? What have you done that you are proud of? What dark secrets are in your past? Even mundane things like your first crappy job, your second crappy job with the manager you hated, how you got out of that job. What are you looking forward to? What's your dream job/situation? Everything like that.

I want to hear your origin stories!

(inb4 comic book hero origins)
 
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Chibibar

Heh, I don't worry who knows my story. I don't ask for sympathies. I just hope people learn that people should appreciate what they have and do better in the future.

My Father heritage is Thai/Indian (India from my grandfather side)
My mother heritage is from Taiwan (grandparent in China but move to the states later)
My parent's marriage was never sanction by my father's mother so she hates my mother and her children.

Well. I can give you a time line style (since it can be pretty long)
Born in 73 in California :) my sister born 3 years and 4 months later in Illinois.
My father and mother both work for airline. I have move around quite a bit from age 0 to 5.
At age 5 (1978) my parents had a falling out.
My mother and father are here on green card/resident after student visa.
Back then, my mother couldn't enter Thailand, so my father in his "vengeance I guess" took my sister and I and live with my grandmother (grandfather passed away about 2-3 years before)
My grandmother physically and emotionally abuse my sister and I. I try to protect her as best as I could (by taking almost all the punishment) we ate very little barely enough to survive. All my toys sent by my parents go to my cousin. Any money sent, I didn't see any to get stuff on my own (no allowance) I use to steal food to compensate my sister and I hunger.
I ran away at 8 and 10 and live in the streets (and in jail once. It was scary) met a nice family but they turn me back to my grandmother.
I have obtain many physical scars from cracked head, internal scars from the beating (I use to urinate blood when I was younger) you can see old scars on various part of my body here and there and some cigarette burns.
My sister and I was sent to Boarding school when I was 10. People there pick on me cause I don't have money (wasn't given any) and the "bigger kids" pick on me. I remember one time I manage to get some money and bought myself a snack (meatballs on a stick). the kid try to take it from me and stab me in the hand with it. I proceed to beat him silly. I was in solitude confinement for about a month (give or take)

My father came back when I was 12 and I told him what is going on. He DIDN'T know at all (since only visit twice) He was VERY upset and took my sister and I back to Chicago (he owned a store and remarried at that time) But at the time he diagnose with leukemia from the glue plant he use to work for and died about 2 years afterward.

My mother was informed that I was back in the states and she took us in instead (after 2 month in Chicago). She remarried to a nice man which I consider father. I never made any distinction of step vs real father cause to me that man raised me so he is my father.
When I was in school, I was a terror. I didn't know a stick of English and got into many fights.
I almost got toss into reform school, but the principal was a nice guy and try to teach me to be good. Something must have rubbed off cause I became a better person then.
(during my terror phase I hit kids and adults. since I was fighting in Thailand, the kids didn't have a chance since I fight dirty hehe)
I got my first job at 13 with my parent's friend working at a newpaper mill (I fold paper and put into plastic bags it was family own and it was Chinese paper)
I got my first tech job at 15 with my parent's friend who owned a ma n pa computer shop.
I built my first 286 at the same time and was their main tech :)
I work my first fast food place (whataburger) at age 16
Graduate at 19 (since I started late back in the state) - during that time, I join the colorguard, drill team classes, marching band, chess club, work at a movie theater.
At age 22 I went to a party in college and was drugged and taken advantage. I lost my virginity that time. (note actual intercourse before then I was sexually molested as a kid but never full intercourse in Thailand)
got kick out of college around 22 (same time give or take) and work in IT.
Went back in 1999 and got my degree
work for community college till now

during the time I was kicked out. I went to a bunch of anime convention, dated a few people and met my future wife.
I dated her BEST friend first and broke up a year later (she was cheating on me and it was long distant)

one day my FW was traveling to a convention and my friend as her to stay in Texas on her way back, she did....... for over 10 years now and haven't really gone back home ;)

Bought a house about 5 years ago, refinance 3 years ago :) and pretty happy.

What I learn: I am NOT mad at my grandmother. I have accepted she hated us and probably mess up. I hope to reconnect someday but I don't see she doing that (I don't speak the language anymore)
I learn that no matter what happen, life could never be as bad as before so I take thing as a gift and live to the fullest. Since as a kid I don't have many stuff, we tend to buy all the things we never had (movies and books) now our collection is pretty big. Heck, many toys we buy are STILL in original container.
 
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Chibibar

@chibibar
Jesus man. :(
No worries. I learn long time ago, I can waste my energy being mad or angry at someone and the only person I'll be hurting would be myself. Why? cause the other person I'm mad at wouldn't give a flying F what I think. So why waste energy make myself miserable? I usually take it as life lesson and move on to bigger and better things :) Why dwell in the past when there is a whole future in front of you (long or short as it maybe) enjoy life. Learn from it and move on :)
 
My life isn't interesting enough to bother typing it out for people to read. So you can all feel free to just imagine your own origin story for me and it will be a lot more entertaining than the truth.
 
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Chibibar

My life isn't interesting enough to bother typing it out for people to read. So you can all feel free to just imagine your own origin story for me and it will be a lot more entertaining than the truth.
You be surprise what people might consider interesting or not. It could be a good part of your life or a bad part :) Everyone has a story, we just hardly ever take the time to stop and listen.
 
No worries. I learn long time ago, I can waste my energy being mad or angry at someone and the only person I'll be hurting would be myself. Why? cause the other person I'm mad at wouldn't give a flying F what I think. So why waste energy make myself miserable? I usually take it as life lesson and move on to bigger and better things :) Why dwell in the past when there is a whole future in front of you (long or short as it maybe) enjoy life. Learn from it and move on :)
Damn. For someone who has been through what you just said in this thread... Your approach to life is commendable. For what it's worth, kudos to you, sir.
 

North_Ranger

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Indeed. I don't think anyone of us can "compete" with Chibi's tale, not to mention his outlook on life.

I admit not having much of a backstory so I'll just let you guys keep guessing. How I was born in the land of blazing hot summers and freezing cold winters... [cue Led Zeppelin]
 
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Chibibar

Indeed. I don't think anyone of us can "compete" with Chibi's tale, not to mention his outlook on life.

I admit not having much of a backstory so I'll just let you guys keep guessing. How I was born in the land of blazing hot summers and freezing cold winters... [cue Led Zeppelin]
Nah. I didn't think this was a contest, but I assure you there are people in America have it worst than me. I use to volunteer for non-profit groups. I see some people who have been dealt some seriously bad cards in their lives and they manage to get by.

Sure there are some people who turn bad cause there is no where else to turn, and there are people who manage to rise above themselves and do something about it. Heck, there are people in other country who are not so lucky (like the outback in China) that the kids don't have anything in their entire life :(

I am lucky to have good people around me and the right guide. I try to pass that forward by hoping to inspire other people.
 

doomdragon6

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I fall under the "boring stories" category here too. But I'll go ahead and toss a tiny bit out there.

I was born in Germany, as my dad was in the air force and stationed there. I lived there for about 2 years, then we moved back (or for the first time, for me) to Alabama in the USA.

I lived in a very small community called Fleta, which was about 2 miles of a few houses, but everything I did was in the capital city of Montgomery, so there's no "tiny village" story here. Hoenstly I don't even know my neighbors names. I went to a country redneck private school where I was generally picked on, but had my clique of "outcast friends". Nothing terribly exciting here. Except that I kicked ass at kickball. Also I eventually learned to stand up for myself, so if kids picked on me in the locker room, I'd slam them into the lockers. Of course, they were the only ones bleeding, so I was sent to the office. During my "self-confidence growth" years I got sent to the principal about every other day. Funny thing is I had just about the highest grades in the school so nobody actually thought I was "the bad kid."

Anyway, eventually moved to my first public school for the last year of middle school which scared the shit out of me. My previous school literally had nothing but country white kids in it, so being opened up to the other ethnicities of the world was frightening, mostly because of what other country white kids said about them.

It turned out okay (obviously) and I made some friends, but since it was a public school it did feel dirtier and grittier than where I'd gone before, so I still consider this the lower end of my education. But then I went to a "technology magnet high school" and was introduced to the wonderful world of options, and made friends that I actually had things in common with, made my first two crushes that never liked me back, etc.

(Typing this I feel like an over-privileged yuppy.)

Anyway, there really wasn't a whole lot going on in my life here. My parents are together, no drama at home. I was comfortable with my location and my friends.

Though I think what turned me towards geekdom when I was so surrounded by country was my dad (who has a far more interesting story than I do). He played PC fantasy games all the time and I would sit in his lap as a kid and watch. I eventually started playing them too. Plus, we lived out in the middle of nowhere so videogames were pretty much all I had to mess with.

Oh, I live(d) next to my grandparents' sheep farm too, so that's interesting I guess.

Went to college, made even more friends (almost all of whom are mac users for some reason, what the hell? I hate macs but I get along with their userbase?). Started participating in running the anime convention Kami-Con, where I'm roughly the 3rd-in-charge. That's currently my biggest prospect in terms of future.

I just graduated so really my origin story has yet to begin. I have so much potential stuff to do that I really don't know what's gonna go down. ;P

This is not nearly as dramatic as chibibar's story. But I do have to praise him for his amazing outlook on life. I haven't had a whole lot of bad in my life--- next to none, honestly, but anytime something does happen, I try to keep a positive outlook. There are so many people suffering constantly that I almost consider it a sin for someone in our stature to say "I've had a bad day." In my book you're only allowed to have a bad day if a family member or a pet dies. Or maybe if your family hates you.

Either way, that got off topic.

I want more origin stories!

I want Dave's or NorthRanger's. I bet those are neat stories.
 
It's not a contest, I don't see why people shouldn't post their story because it's not as "epic" as Chibi's. It's a "get to know people" thread. We've had them in the past, but things have changed alot around here since the last one.
 

North_Ranger

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Pfft, neat? I must warn you, you are in for a sore disappointment.

The story of my life almost ended before it began. My mother was in her late thirties when I was conceived, apparently as a lucky accident. She tells me she was travelling with my dad and my two siblings in Germany when she started having this gut feeling that she was pregnant. Good thing she did, because at the time she had been ill and had been prescribed medicine that would have likely resulted in me borning either stillborn or with severe retardation. Once she came home, she went to the doctor who confirmed that yes, she was pregnant, but the medication she had been on would likely lead to such results so the possibility of abortion was still on the table.

Luckily, with her premonitions, mom had opted NOT to take her medicines, fearing for my safety.

Some months later, I was born, the third and last child to my mother and my father, both hard-working office workers in a sugar and frozen goods company that operated from the small town of Säkylä in southwestern Finland. I spent my formative years living near the factory complex, in a residential area built almost solely to house the people who worked there. Now, this was no factory town, but a sprawling maze of short, almost suburban streets with single-family houses and rentals, with thick, deep woods all around us and a lake not a stone's toss away. I remember playing in the small glade called "the Boogieman's Path" with my friends, sometimes chewing on a small, edible plant called wood sorrel - or "foxbread", as the Finnish name goes - and swimming in the lake. All in all, I can easily say that I had a happy childhood.

Things changed by the time I went to school, though... I was a quiet child, more interested in drawing and books and nature than ice hockey or football, and in school I quickly learned that being different meant that you were free game for every bully available. Sure, I had some friends as well, but I know that the seeds of my distrustful, reserved nature were sowed in those first years of education. The elementary school principal was no help; even when I risked being the tattle-tale and told my parents, he fervently insisted that no teasing was allowed in his school - hence, it did not happen. But I was still a happy child, and I quickly fell in love with books, particularly those about history and prehistory. I could spend hours after school in the school library, reading about various things. History, Medieval knights, the Tuaregs of Northern Africa, dinosaurs, prehistoric mammals, biology, physics for kids, Tarzan comics... and admittedly, one or two dirty joke books with illustrations ;)

When I went to middle school - roughly about age 12 or 13 - I was in for a rude awakening. So far we had been in a smaller elementary school, but the middle school was located in the town proper, with kids coming from half a dozen different schools. I was anxious about it, but I thought I would fit in.

How wrong I was.

If I had thought the bullying to be bad when I was in elementary school, it only grew worse during middle school. Name calling, leaving me out, breaking things, generally being obnoxious to me... and soon after, physical violence. It culminated one time in PE when we were out orienteering. I was pretty good at this, because my dad had insisted I come with him when he went orienteering, so I was feeling pretty good about myself. Almost at the home stretch, I came on a small path and noticed that a group of boys from my class - bullies - were running towards me. Thinking I could outrun them, I darted down the path. But I was too slow, and the leader knocked me on my back - and then climbed on my belly. This was the year when Golden Eye had come out, and the fucker imitated the female assassin in that film, pressing his knees hard against my sides and disabling my diaphragm. I couldn't breathe, and I tried to fight back, gasping for air as the soppy-eyed, emotionless bastard sat down on me and kept choking me with his knees. I had never been so scared in my entire life, and I swear I feared he would kill me as I felt my consciousness begin to waver. He did, however, let me go and I ran with tears in my eyes. I could not believe what had happened, and I went straight to the coach. He was a stern but fair man, and he brought the whole class in, telling them what had happened and demanding an explanation.

Then one of the boys - a guy from another school - spoke up and said that when we had started school, the guys with whom I had been in the same elementary school had told everyone else that I was "fair game". That no one would come to my defence, telling them all my emotional weaknesses, all the silly things I had done in elementary school.

In essence, they sold me out to get to the "in" crowd.

There's not much to say about middle school and high school after that. The violence toned down, though there were times when I still got punched in the gut. But it was not the same for me anymore. I knew I had become a pariah, an outsider to my classmates, to the point where guys I had trusted had sold me out like that. I hang around with other nerds and outcasts, even one time taking part in a NASA contest to plan a viable, self-contained space station for a population of a few thousand. But I kept almost everyone else at an arm's length. Even in high school I was the outsider, to the point where at the Sophomore Ball (our equivalent of prom, but with more of a dance show with Lambeth Walk, Waltz and the tango instead of a social event) my partner basically treated me like a necessary evil, the only way she herself could get to the Ball to parade in her dress.

Anyway, I graduated with more-than-good grades and then turned my attentions to higher education. Having a penchant for English and considering the likelihood of working with anything history-related an unlikely scenario, I applied to three different universities to study English. I aced all three entrance exams, but chose to go to Turku, the nearest large city and where I had relatives. It was also in Turku that I had come across the Medieval Market, and had found a like-minded crowd of people with whom I could be myself and not the outsider. I was pretty active at first in the student association, but then I chose to focus on my studies. I enjoyed the local roleplaying society called the Dungeon, I went to a few parties and made some friends. And every summer I went to the Market, to act and play to my heart's content.

Still want to hear more?
 
All right, Shego, you've convinced me. I will post my story though it seems boring to me...

Born the eldest, and thus the superior child, I was weird as fuck. I envisioned monsters around me so much that thinking back, I seemed to WANT to be schizophrenic, but never got the knack. As a child it was trying to get my family to play as monsters with me, disregarding that everyone had their own lives, and then later it was me imagining I was seeing UFOs when I looked out my window, and Bigfoot in the woods behind the house. Those woods were scary, especially at night, and we've had bears, foxes, and other things wander from them into our backyard, but no Bigfoots or Chupacabras or any of the other shit I at some point believed was back there.

Funny enough, these tall tales made me popular for a few years of elementary school. It wasn't until middle of 4th grade when all my "friends" realized that me being odd wasn't a good thing, and so suddenly I didn't have anyone. It sucked back then, but I'm glad it happened in the long run. My dad imparted a few good lessons to be back then. He taught me about never trusting anyone, and he really wanted me to kick the crap out of anyone who tried messing with me. I never did, but it was good to know that if I did, my dad was saying I wouldn't be in trouble at home and that if I couldn't fight fair, I should fight dirty.

The troubles at school were minor though and even I knew that. My brother was sickly and my parents fought more often than not. I didn't even react when my dad left--it seemed inevitable and my sister was expressing enough emotion for the two of us. It's not like he disappeared either; I saw him every couple weeks. But troubles at school, again, minor when your mother is losing it because of all the bills, juggling three kids, suddenly having to find two jobs. I can never make up to her what she went through to keep us in the same house going to the same school so we didn't have to be uprooted, even if I was terrified of being at home some nights when she went on the warpath.

Eventually she met my stepdad and I myself withdrew. My stepdad is great, but I hated all the changes, especially my new siblings coming from his previous marriage. I became a loner, not wanting to be bothered--my family didn't get it, they kept trying to draw me out, which just made my angry. I was better off alone. I don't think they knew that that was how I was in school for the most part and it wasn't until high school that I really started talking to people again.

Really, family didn't start to back off until my brother died. It was sudden and hard for everyone, and so everyone had their own problems dealing with it and I could be by myself. As much as it upset me, I was glad he wasn't suffering anymore. But then others were suffering, like my mom as she turned to drinking. In the 10+ years since then, those problems still exist, and I've had my own issues too. With relatives dying just this past year or so, I've been oddly distant about it, and I realize that no one's death has really upset me since then. He only got to be 12 years old; I couldn't get into the mood of being upset when someone else got to be 101. The worst that's hit me since was my dog's death and that's really mainly because I know she was in a lot of pain beforehand and I couldn't be there. Even then, I had less feeling about it than I should have--when I was a loner, she was still beside me. She sat at the edge of the room apart from people, right where I was. Still--I think his death numbed me, and to this day I have people telling me I'm cold.

In any case, I needed to get away from all that, and didn't realize what I was doing exactly when I fell for a girl online. She lived on the other side of the country, she liked me, and I'd never had a girlfriend before. We met, flying back and forth a couple times, and after a year it looked like I was going to abscond to the west coast. It fell apart, as it should have, and I was devastated, but that summer I had a bit of an epiphany. You have to be the kind of person you WANT to be--you're not stuck being who you were born as or even who you developed as. A friend of mine who'd been through a lot of hard times became my inspiration for being a better person, and I spent the next several months, my sophomore year of college, struggling into a new mindframe, new outlook, new me, to become a friendlier, more outgoing, more confident person. I found that good things came if I tried smiling a little more, I had a decent job, learned to manage my money. I gained a new perspective on the world when I became a pagan. I learned how to talk to people. The next three years of college were wonderful for it--I met friends who I'll never let go. Hell, I felt like a man at last.

That inspirational friend wasn't doing so hot though; she had a rough life and hers is far more interesting than mine. We became close despite a few hundred miles between us. She moved out here with me and I married her. That was rough going too, but no more than most relationships when people move in together, having their ups and downs and insecurities. Today I'm working towards my dreams, but I've got a solid foothold in that so long as she's next to me. I don't see most of my family much--my aunts and cousins live nearby and I see them, but the others live far away now, so it's seldom. Some have a hard time accepting it, but that's life. We all walk separate roads, and we should be thankful enough to meet up on them now and then.
 
I was born on a day like any other, my dad, a bearded Ron Perlman and my mother, an actress I don't recognize, were both fighting a war with the rest of our tribe. My mother wouldn't let her pregnancy stop her from defending our meager land and our couple of a sheep. My mother ended up wounded, because she was super fat with baby. So, Ron Perlman, in a single unbroken shot, managed to pull off the first C-Section with a dirty knife in about 3 seconds without ever breaking eye contact with mother. I was pulled from her womb and because I was so bad-ass I aged at least 8 months right there.

My childhood was pretty typical. I ran around our filthy barbarian village, late for some contest my dad held where the winner got to go die sooner with the other useless men. Naturally I was awesome at it. He made us run around a hill or something with a dirty egg in our mouth. Unfortunately, the other boys and I were attacked by saber-tooth monster dudes. They were pretty scary sort of, but they were no match for me because I'm Ron Perlman's kid. I cut off all their heads and spat the egg at the ground. Fuck I'm cool.

Unfortunately I wasn't cool enough to earn my own sword. Through some pointlessly long scene I fail to make a sword properly and Ron Perlman and his comedy beard tell me I'm not worthy of the rad sword he made. Then the evil space colonel from Avatar showed up and killed my tribe and his daughter, Rose MacGowan, took the sword I wasn't really worthy of anyway. They tied Ron Perlman to a cauldron of molten metal and made me hold the other end. Instead of trying to pour some of the molten steel onto the chains that bound him to it, Ron Perlman decided to kill himself. I'm guessing this was because I wasn't worthy of the sword and he was ashamed of me.

I grew up very quickly during a fade to black. I was buddies with a zany pirate who couldn't talk without going all wild-eyed and crazy. That's how you knew he was a wild and crazy dude. Despite the dude who sort of killed my dad being some super evil well known warlord who had a cool fucking castle really nearby, I've spent my life searching for him without any sort of luck. Eventually through some goofy coincedences I track him down and kill him before the MacGuffin that was going to make him a God did anything thereby avenging my dad, who basically committed suicide through stupidity and rescuing the chick who is super hot with red or brown hair but doesn't do a thing for me when she's blonde.

This is how I decided to become an RCMP officer.
 

North_Ranger

Staff member
As you wish.

It was during my junior year in the university that, through a mutual friend, I met M (name redacted). It was funny, actually. When I graduated from high school, my English score had been one single point away from the highest grade. Determined to get that, I had enrolled for the summer school to prep for a retake (the Finnish system allows one retake per final test). It was a matter of pride for me, even though I had already been accepted to the uni. M was also there, preparing for her own matriculation exams, and we started talking... and meeting... and finally we just decided to have a go at it.

Now, for her privacy's sake - and to keep certain forumites from having flashbacks to a certain beaver thread :p - I won't go into specifics. I'll just say she had a lot of emotional baggage on her shoulders, and I noticed that early on. But love is blind, and even though after my junior year I had to go into the army for my mandatory military service, we kept in contact. Hell, even with her craziness, being in touch with her and seeing her during weekend leaves kept me from going nuts during the service.

I spent the minimum time of six months in the Pori Brigade as a tank buster, but the nearer the final day came, the more I got worried about M. She had started asking when could we move in together, and while I was still in the service she said she had found "a perfect flat". Now, I wasn't due to be out for leave for another two weeks, so I asked her to hold her horses, I wanted to get out of the army first. Next time we talk? She tells me she's rented the place - even though she then goes to say the rent is about €100 more than she had originally told me. But love is blind and our sex was mindblowing. Plus, our company cooks being formidable in their awfulness, I managed to lose a helluva lot of weight during the service, so I felt pretty damn good about myself.

Long story short, I get out of the army and return to the university. And things keep piling up. During one weekend leave, her dog chewed my glasses to bits and she refused to do anything, only saying the dog did that because she (the dog) liked me. WTF? After the service, she sometimes woke me up late at night to start asking about furniture! And sometimes to ask if I would cook for her - at three in the morning! One time when I was feeling tired and stressed due to university, I tell her that I want to sleep. And she offers me some of her mood medication! When I say no, that I won't take her pills, she slaps me and then proceeds to cut a Tic-Tac-Toe board on her thigh. But love is blind.

When our anniversary approaches, M starts dropping hints we should not only move in together, but get engaged, too. Now, I'm an old-fashioned man in that respect, and I tell him I don't want to get into that so soon. For me, engagement is essentially an oral agreement to get married within the next year. Then come the waterworks. She cries and curses at me, saying that I don't love her unless I agree to get engaged, that I've been playing her along, that she just wants what she is entitled to. Her mom calls me later that day and proceeds with the same indignation.

For me, that was the last straw, and I end our relationship. Later on, she asks if I still wanted to have sex - because sex was the one thing that we both enjoyed without reservation, to the point where I had helped her learn to enjoy it again after an abusive ex. Thinking with my dick, I agree - and she mocks me for falling for that, that she was just testing me.

I haven't talked to her since.

Now, I admit there's fault in both sides here, but that also put a very bad taste to my mouth when it comes to relationship. One that I've only recently begun to get over.

Anyway, I continue my studies. I study to become an EFL teacher, finding the prospect of being a teacher one that is both mentally and ideologically suited to me. I love English, I get decently along with young people, and I hoped that I could help someone avoid the pains I had to go through. The following year, I head to Ireland for a year, studying in Limerick.

Best. Year. Of. My. Life.

All through this time, I've been keeping contact with roleplaying buddies online, even at one point being leader of a small clan, a group of like-minded players. Some of them I still keep in contact with on a regular basis, albeit time has moved forward for many of us, cutting our time short. And that was also the time when I came across PvP and you lot.

Long story short, I graduated last year, and have spent the last year working, getting much-needed experience under my belt. However, due to a sedentary lifestyle and a fondness for some of mom's less healthy dishes, I also got back the pounds I had lost in the army. Ones that I've started to reduce once more.

Some unfortunate dating, and now we are at present day. I'm worried about my health, fearing that I may have cancer, but this experience has also taught me to stop procrastinating. I have good friends and family, and once the worst is over, I know I intend to live as I've lived. Playing, having fun with you lot, enjoying various Medieval hobbies, enjoying each day and trying to better myself as a teacher.

Still looking for that someone to share all that, but I haven't given up hope. There's always a new day.
 
Let's see, I'm doing this in point form like Chibi.

-My mother went to the Carribean and had a miserable time because she was puking every few minutes. She thought it was the water and was shocked to realized she was pregnant!
-I guess ultrasounds weren't accurate back then because the tech. told my parents I was going to be a boy!
-My mom firmly believed I was going to be a boy and apparently argued with Dad when he kept saying that he KNEW I was going to be a girl. She argued that she had female intuition.
-I was born January 1986. I was a girl and the doctors thought there was somethin wrong because I wasn't moving or crying. Turns out I was sound asleep!
- Dad won $50.00 from Mom because of the whole girl thing. He asked for payment before they left the delivery room.
- I've been told by several members of my family that I never cried during the night. Dad says he can't remember me crying for anything at all until I was over one years old.
- On the day my sister was born, when I was three years old, my nan took me to a ship christening. I was apparently dismayed whan we came back and there was a new person sleeping in MY crib.
-Was bullied through out primary and elementary school. My parents spoiled me rotten so I was 200 pounds before I hit grade six. I remember a group of boys knocking me down and rolling me into a ditch full of muddy and algae.
-Dad tells me that the bullying only made me more determined. I was friendly to the people who made fun of me, self depreciating in my humour and also approachable. By the time grade six came around the bullying had lessened. It just wasn't fun for them.
-My mother died on September 22, 1998. My Dad was at a Lions Club meeting. The whole day she had been complaining of heart burn but that wasn't unusual..every few weeks she'd get uncontrollable heart burn. I was lying in bed when I heard a weird...gasping..struggling noise. I thought mom was blowing up the air mattress, perhaps my Uncle has come to visit as he often does. I didn't know what I was actually hearing.
- I've never been able to forget it...or get over the guilt.
- Dad came home and the house was live but suddenly deadly. He wouldn't let me in the room they were in. My sister woke up, telling us all to be quiet because she has school in the morning. I knew something was wrong so I ran across the street to a cops house. He wasn't home.
-I swore at my Dad for the first time ever when he came back from the hospital.
-I can't tell you about the next few days. Its blur of faces and people and pity.
-In October Dad decided I needed a math tutor now that Mom was gone. The tutor was distant and would roll her eyes at me when I struggled. She would tell me that I should know such basic concepts by now.
-January 1st 1999 I woke up and found her wearing ONLY my fathers shirt, sitting in our kitchen. She smirked at me and told me that SHE would have never painted the kitchen walls green.
-My mother had only painted the walls green in August.
- She started dating dad and stopped totouring me. She told dad, in front of me, that I was a lost cause.
- Dad sold the house...she sold hers...we all moved in together.
- She immediately told Dad I wasn't allowed to have a bed room on the top floor. I was given the basement room. That was fine. I knew she didn't like me and I didn't like her.
- She started swearing and cursing in way I never heard at me. Telling twrrible things about my Mom and Dad. Telling me...well..awful things about myself.
- He daughter, who was 7 or 8 at the time, pinched me so hard when I wouldn't let her outside with out asking her mom first that she drew blood. I had to smack her hand away. She began to nawl and called her.
-When Dad and Her got home she beat me me brutally. I had two black eyes and my ear lobe ripped.
-Dad asked me a few days later 'What did you learn?' while gesturing to the bruises. I stared at him....and he started to cry.
- I tried to kill myself after her daughter had a tantrum when they left her with me. She was saying that she was going to tell her mom I hit her. I hadn't. I went to my bed room and tried to cut my wrists. My sister called the cops and they came. I hasn't done much damage..just a few scartches where I was trying to get up nerve.
- She and Dad came home. She looked at me and the cops and said 'Why would you do this us?' Dad began screaming at her. That she knew very well why I would want to do this. The cops told him to calm down. I cried because it made Dad look like a monster while the real one was feigning tears across from me. After the cops left she told me she would cock a gun for me, if I really wanted to be out of her hair.
-Dad left with my sister and I that night. That was beginning of the end of a two year night mare. We lived with my Aunt and Uncle while Dad contacted lawyers.
- Dad threw her out of the house they lived in. She stabbed him with a knife and he beat her off. He went to the hospital nad called the cops. The next morning she showed up at police station in a tank top in short skirt to show off the bruises he had left on her. The cops told her that Dad had already filed against her and arrested her as there was a wittness. She hit the cop.
- She got off because Dad didn't want to ruin her daughters life.
- She left our lives...taking moms jewellery with her. Dad saw this as a ploy on her part to get him to talk to her again. He asked me if he should suer her...I told him it was just things. I didn't want to say that but it seemed the right thing to do.
-She is a junior high school teacher. She still teaches to this day. She stalks my little sister sometimes and tries to get her fired from her jobs. That always seemed insane to me as she never tried to seek me out.
- Dad met a nicer lady who I am no prod to call my (legally!) adoptive mother.
- Went thruogh high school as a ghost...drifting between social circles..everyone knew me but now in the preppygirl/jock popular kind of way. They just knew I existed and had things to say. :p
- Met Blue.
-Graduated.
- Tried university a few times but could never figure what I wanted to do.
- Married Blue.
- Had a baby. :)

Cop out ending. Things have happened but I am tired of typing. :(
 
My Amazing Origins (Part 1)

My father was a Mexican immigrant (came over at a very young age), and my mother was the product of a sexually abusive Baptist preacher father and psychotic mother. My parents met after my dad became friends with mom's brother and began attending their church in Newman, California. I'm here because of a hickey. My dad was hanging out with my mom's brother at their house before a date with his then girlfriend. My mom proceeded to tackle him and give him a giant hickey on his neck. His girlfriend that night saw it, accused him of cheating and dumped him. My parents soon began dating after that. Her parents pushed them to get married as soon as possible (even though she was only 16 at the time), and they soon were. My dad worked lots of jobs around town, but nothing that was long-term material. Soon one of his friends who had moved to Alaska to work at an outfit that did contract work for the oil companies up there said that he could get my dad on with him. So my parents picked up and moved to Kenai, Alaska.

That's when I came along. Three days after my mom's 18th birthday I was born in the nearby town of Soldotna because that was the closest hospital. My dad's hard work soon got him noticed by the oil company ARCO, and they hired him on fulltime with them. Things were tough, living in a trailer during the harsh Alaskan winters. My mother suffered from depression and insecurity due to her abusive upbringing, and my dad was starting to hang out at bars with his work buddies more and more. Then things changed drastically.

I was diagnosed with leukemia on my 4th birthday. I technically only had it for a few months, which baffled my doctors. But I spent the next three years in and out of hospitals and doctors' offices getting tests and chemotherapy. As bad as it sounds, the whole experiance probably saved my family. My dad straightened up and became more responsible. My mother began to deal with her emotional issues. We briefly lived in Bakersfield, California for a year because we thought we needed to be near the children's hospital there for my treatments. Turned out we could have gotten them near where we were back in Alaska. But while we were there, my brother popped into the picture. We sooned moved back to Kenai.

(End of Part 1)
 

Cajungal

Staff member
Born to middle class parents, second of three. My Dad told off a guy in the waiting room who felt sorry for him for not having a son. My dad promised him that my sister and I would grow up to top his sons in anything and everything. He taught us at a young age to study and work hard so that we could feel pride, not for rewards. He'd always add the aside, "but it doesn't hurt to be comfortable." He gave me books I couldn't read, played music for us that was complicated and sometimes frightening, and exposed us to art any chance he got.

He and I fought a lot, because I was too proud. Dad is a sentimental guy who expresses love for his children freely and generously, but always knowing I was the "baby girl" made me feel small and helpless instead of adored. Looking back I feel like I was a tiny bitch. Hard-headed.

My mom and I spent a lot of time together when I was a kid. I didn't really enjoy making new friends. Going to other people's houses felt weird and foreign, so I'd stay home most weekends. She taught me to mend popped-off buttons, make apple pie, walk without slouching, and speak diplomatically or at least politely, even when I was in a fight with another kid. My father told me that I didn't need to hang out with ignorant or stupid people anyway.

My sister and I fought endlessly. I never learned to shut up, and she kept on punching me when I'd say something smartass. (Not in the face or anything, just the arm, like siblings do.) I passed that along to my little brother, and it makes me feel ashamed. To this day, he'd never hurt a fly. Now the three of us are best friends. We never "hated" each other. We fought and argued, but at the end of the day, we trusted one another more than anyone outside the family. Today we are best friends.

I got together with the only guy I've ever been with (and ever want to) on the night of high school graduation rehearsal. We'd known each other for a couple of years. After a long conversation one day, we'd realized how much we had in common. We didn't go to prom together, but we took a picture and danced. He drove me home after a party with the class, and he kissed me. Since then I feel like we've been 5 different couples together, but it has been a satisfying relationship. He is the best friend outside my family that I have ever known, and he is the embodiment of kindness and generosity.

I studied voice from age 9-19, and I still sing for pleasure to this day. I went to culinary school, but that didn't last. The hours and competitiveness intimidated me. Teaching suited me, because it surrounded me with people who help each other. I learned how much I enjoyed being around children and passing along my parents' weird wisdom to young people. Most of all, it gives me the perfect place to "never be satisfied," as my dad would say. There's so much more to learn every day, and in this job, I get to see that absolutely.

Today I'm a teacher, an aunt, an aspiring writer, and a person who simply tries to do her best every day and enjoy the little things. I don't feel like I'm particularly interesting. My life has been pretty good. I'm fortunate to have been surrounded by so many wonderful people. I just want everyone to feel like I do every day. It's why I chose this job. I want students to be passionate, disciplined, enthusiastic, and kind. That's what my loved ones taught me, and I think they did it pretty well. I'm not always those things, but it's always in my mind that these things are important to aspire to. That's all.
 
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makare

mine turned out super long so I spoilered it.
Well, I don't feel comfortable telling everyone here the bad things that have happened in my life so I'll just stick with good..ish.
I was born to my mom on the Air Force base in Pensacola, FL. My mom was 19. We both went home. A day later my mom was back in the hospital with an infection. She got out a week later and I then entered the hospital with pyloric stenosis, basically the bottom of my stomach grew shut. I was slowly starving to death so I had to be operated on at only a few weeks old. It went fine. My dad is a manwhore who has a bunch of kids he didn't want. That's all I really know about him.
We moved back to SD when I was around 2. We lived in my mom's hometown until we moved to another where my great grandma lived. My mom worked alot to support me. I spent alot of time with my great grandma who I called Big Grandma (she was a very slight woman I just associated Big and Great when I was little). She and my Little grandma and great aunt loved to read to me and talk to me. I always preferred talking to adults rather than children. When I was 3 one of those bad things happened and I am not going to go into it but it was a life changing type thing. It was pretty much the point I learned that life is not always good and people aren't always nice.
When I was 5 my sister was born. She was 2 months premie and a major chore. She was always doing annoying shit like stop breathing (I joke but it was awful). My mom realized she needed a better job so we moved across the state so she could go to school and get her teaching degree. My mom did the best she could taking care of us but she has a lot of problems. Mostly because her mother is a batshit bonkers evil bitch, although I didn't realize that until I was in the 8th grade.
While my mom went to school I started school. Kindergarten was hell because I was very headstrong and my teacher hated me. I realize I was a pain in the ass but it wasn't good for either of us. My mom took me out of public school and put me in a church school. It was very small. K-4 were all in one room. It was nice because my teacher would let me do 2-4 work and it kept me busy.
The church school was mostly nice but it was also where I began the struggle with God that lasted until I was well into my teen years. Religion and faith and spirituality were confusing to me and the things the church was saying didn't fit what I felt. I was a very paranoid, very frightened child because of that. If you tell a child she is going to go to hell for wrong doing you better understand that she just might believe you.
It was difficult with my mom because she would sometimes drink too much. Once I went to wake her and I couldn’t, she was so passed out I thought she was dead. That incident set off a perpetual fear in my mind that my mother was going to die and leave me. It was such a strain on me that I developed my first ulcer in the first grade.
After my mom got her degree we moved back to the town we lived in before and mom worked at a tribal school a half an hour away. That year was fun because my mom's friend's daughter came to live with us. She is a few years older than me. Her name is Shelley and mine is Michelle so that amused us. It was fun having a big sister
The next year we moved to the town where the tribal school is. I loved it there. The downside though was my mom started to work nights and on the nights she didn’t work she was drinking (eventually she was drinking more nights than working but that’s how that goes). She wasn’t around much. I liked the town because it was small and since there wasn’t much to do it was not unusual for all the kids to go to different churches. I liked this because I liked to know what other people’s faiths were like. The most helpful to me was the Catholic church where Sister Bernadette was. I loved her so much. She would answer my questions these deep soul cutting questions that kept me up nights, to the best of her ability. And she never made me feel bad for wondering those things, for “questioning my faith” the way the Lutheran church had. She was wonderful.
Bad things happened, but they tend to when your parent is away. Our very religious neighbors were often calling Social Services on my mom (their religion just upset me). Those visits were stressful but nothing ever came from them. The conclusion was that I was mature enough to take care of my sister and myself. Looking back on it, I was that mature but I should have had to be. The worst thing that happened was my mom met Steve, as I’ve referred to him on here before as the Awful Man. We moved with him to the town we live in now.
That was the worst year of my life. I am not going to go into it but he was a cruel-hearted, alcoholic, misogynistic, racist, homophobic bastard and I hate him. I hate him just as much today not having seen him face to face in 15 years as I did then. The plus of the year was I made some of the best friends I have today. The worst was after that asshole dumped my mom she tried to kill herself. I was angry with her for doing something like that because what would have happened to my sister and I. And I was angry because she was upset she was rid of that man. Couldn’t she see what a monster he was? Well, no she couldn’t. How could she? She had spent the year often drunk. I would have drank too if I could have.
After that my mom went into AA and counseling because of a DUI. That changed our lives. High school was long but mostly uneventful. After a big fight during my 8th grade year we stopped talking to my grandma, for ten years.
A downside in high school was my friends and I were certain that I had a thyroid problem but my mom wouldn’t listen to me. Even after a lot of my hair fell out my senior year. I didn’t get tested and treated until I was 20. Now I am doing well. That’s mostly my origin I guess. I left most of the juicy stuff out but I’m sure that’s understandable.
 
Born
Died for a bit
Got over it
The next bit gets fuzzy
School
Scene omitted
More school
Go to college
Intend to finish one day
Doing this bullshit now
 
Born long ago
Happy childhood
Happy teenage years
Stole a locomotive
Became a park ranger
Went to university
Left university to care for my parents
Enjoyed the thrills of Warkworth Correctional Institution
Met a girl
Got certified
Got married
Moved from TO to Halifax
Got a house
2 kids
???
Profit!
 

doomdragon6

Staff member
These are all very interesting. I cannot fathom how bland I am! But these stories have reminded me of a few things in my life; I may type something else up eventually. My family has the interesting stories-- not me. My dad, for example, came from nothing, managed to move away from it, and has provided me the good life I have. He likes tos say that he's the only [last name] that hasn't been in jail.
 
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makare

Oh I thought I would actually add a real mystery solver. That wacko religious family that lived next door to us (and behind us) were all gingers. Every damn last one of them! They were creepy loony toon redheads!

Aversion therapy that is.
 
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