TAMSIN LANE ROUSSEAU.

[hazel]

TAMSIN LANE ROUSSEAU.
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welcome to the world of tomorrow
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BURY ALL YOUR SECRETS IN MY SKIN
come away with innocence and leave me with my sins
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WE ALL HAVE STRENGTHS.
the word strength can stretch to so many meanings, but i have a feeling that you're implying simply physical and mental strengths. mentally i am quick to think, and thus quick to act. i rarely pause to try to make sense of something in my head, but then again i rarely pause for anything. it just so happens that i am also perceptive, knowing what is going on around me in a general sense. of course i'm not omnipotent, but in conversations i tend to be the first to realize anything from petty to serious. physically it seems i only have one strength- speed. my body prevents much else being done, but i am, or was, known for being swift of mind and body.

WE ALL HAVE OUR WEAKNESSES.
of course we all have our weaknesses, and i am no different. mentally i am weak when it comes to the past. i don't like to remember it and i don't like to speak of it. usually this means that i don't. of course, due to my quick thinking and quick acting, i can be a bit reckless. i have tendencies to be a trouble magnet because of this but more often than not i can get myself out of situations. to tag on one physical weakness, it would be the size and shape of my body. while i am fast i am hardly able to body slam a person. in a more personal matter, i am also unlikely to attract men due to 'sexiness.'

ADMIT IT OR NOT, WE'VE ALL BEEN AFRAID.
fear is a big word, figuratively. i fear going home. they were the ones who created me and they were the ones who decided that i would follow in the footsteps of her. i fear the simple occurance of darkness. don't make fun and don't judge, really. but what i fear most of all, is growing old and dying alone. i tend to travel that way lately and i hope that i don't stay in the lost status i have gained after my departure of home. not that i'd go back of course, that's my number one fear. but all in all, i do not like this topic. let us move on.

AND WE HAVE OUR HABITS, GOOD & BAD.
oh alright, fine. yes we all have habits, or i should assume so. it's been said by passersby that i have a habit of humming under my breath. once i tried listening in and seeing what exactly i was humming, though i could never remember hearing the tune before. my guess would be that it was a lullaby of sorts, one i found extremely comforting and unconciously remembered. i also have a habit of becoming arrogant in company i am uncomfortable around, for whatever reason. yes, as i said earlier, i am a trouble magnet. i have a habit of getting into sticky situations. by no fault of my own, of course.

THEN THERE ARE THE THINGS THAT BUG US.
never falsify being a bounty hunter. in fact, never mention bounty hunters in conversations with me. the reason is another story for another day. i don't like those who get wishy washy when asked a direct question. you should be in tune enough with yourself to know what you want, am i not correct? oh, and please please please never use the bathroom in the woods. a town could never be far off so just hold it, will you? it is unsanitary and it is unnecessary. thank you.

AND, HEY, WE CAN ALL DREAM.
i have many dreams, as i am sure you do too. my dreams aren't much, but they are things i hold dearly since i turned my back on all else. i dream of finding, well, myself. i don't exactly know who i am yet. i must confess i went through quite a complex when i realized i was merely a clone of a bounty hunter no one could let go of. i am starting to get over it, and getting over it by ignoring it. i dream of mastering the art of combat. sure, i know how to kill and run but that's easy. head on combat is something that is getting more and more needed in today's society. as for my most personal dream, it's to learn to paint. i like to draw and sketch in my small black book but i want to learn how to do something not useful for ... well, death.

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SO IF YOU LOVE ME LET ME GO
and run away before i know
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this is easy enough to explain, or it should be. but give me a moment to wrap up my thoughts and emotions enough to give a full explanation. first of all, i am a clone. i am eighteen years old, and i was born to the wealthy family of the rousseau's. they were a family of strictly taught bounty hunters, ones with skills that were pretty well known in that part of the world. sometimes they were personally requested, though sometimes people balked, thinking they'd do too good a job. they could be desribed as sly. they melted into the darkness, became shadows without much effort. they were just built like i was, small and frail. their main talent was their speed in which they did things. anyway- there was an eloise rousseau, most famous of the group. she had died on task, and i was created to be a clone of her. they never wanted eloise to die, they couldn't just let her memory rest. either way i was created, and trained. rigorously, since i was about eight to age seventeen, i was put through practice after practice of training to be a bounty hunter. and i was good, don't get me wrong. but i didn't want to be one. the thing they forgot when creating me was that clones could always turn out slightly different, unless it was proven that eloise herself didn't like the profession she was in. either way, i left halfway through my years of being seventeen. i've no intention of returning.

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MY HEART IS JUST TOO DARK TO CARE
i can't destroy what isn't there
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i am tamsin lane rousseau. in this world i am called a lost and i take the resistance side in this war. the blood running through my veins and marks on my finger tips will bring you a file to tell you that i am a clone. and on that you will plainly see that i am female. those who see me often say i look a bit like nadia esra. but my red hair makes me one of a kind.

[HAY MONSTER!]

ALMOST THERE!
you seem to have forgotten the 'dream & aspiration part of your application.
once that is complete your profile will be checked over once again! (:

[hazel]

fixed. ^_^

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