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 Best viewed in Firefox. Welcome to the Murder Scene
Walking silently through the nights fresh air, you walk upon an older road, one rarely ever used. Hitting the gravel under your feet, you blink and can almost feel something was different over this area. But as you see a lupe flee from the scene and a lone teenage aisha standing by himself amongst a group of police men you know something bad must have happened. Walking over, you ask if you could be of any assistance to them even though you've just arrived. Looking to you, the aisha's blaring music became apparent and his blood red eyes catch you off guard. The boy looked like he would commit a murder if you turned your back on him for 2 seconds, and personally you didn't want to stick around for that to happen. Sighing, the boy looked off into the distance, turning his body around to walk away and accidentally hitting you. Sorry... he mumbles as his slow foot steps carry him away, probably to his comfy home on the other side of town. But the boy was following the lupe that had escaped, almost like he wanted to see him...
Stats
Name.. Endethelle Vesten Sheh Specie.. [Anthro] Angelic Aisha Gender.. Male Birthdate.. August 31st Age.. 8359 [18] Love.. Zeinera Enemy.. Unknown . : :Physical Appeareance: : . Height.. DUH Length.. DUH Body Color.. DUH Eye Color.. DUH Hair Color.. DUH
Personality
Always mouthing off to one person or another, or shouting at some little kid for being a dumb turd. He does not disrespect the minors, or respect the elders too highly, everyone is treated the same crap way from his point of view, because everyone is human enough to him, and he's just the same. This is from his father's way of treating him. His father ignored him whenever the small boy wanted attention, and only ever corrected him rudely, telling him to be kind to others, though Elle grew up going against that. Elle has a liking to any black, white, gray, silver, or shiny things. He collects spoons, knives, and forks from everywhere around the world, and gets specially ordered spices as well. He has been taught how to cook and as a teenage, growing into a faddish of it, always helping or doing it himself. Elle has been considered the sharpest pencil in the case, which means his tongue, is always quick to reply with some stupid remark or with an insult to the sender. Though that's just his exterior. Inside, Elle is just a normal kid who wishes to have respect towards him for who he is, not his status. Elle has this slight little code of conduct with himself: If it does not tick off your father, it is not worth doing. That is why Elle acts and looks the way he does. His father hates snakes and tattoo's, he hates long hair on men, and hates the colours' red and black, associating it with death and war. That's why Elle has 2 snakes on him[that and from his band], an earring of gold, and a tattoo on his back he got right before entering school and as a reward, he has long hair he keeps in a French braid most days, until he cut it off, and dresses in black and gray at all times unless he's wearing nothing at all. Elle does have a small soft spot though. His mother has told him about a younger brother her parents had when she was younger. They gave him away though, hoping for him to have a better life. However, his Nana and Poppa kept the birth papers without telling anyone. Elle found them one day on one of the very few visits he had, and slipped them away before anyone knew. Elle took a silent vow to search out his uncle, no matter what.
Love...
You want to know about...him? We met one day when he killed someone for food. I was walking by and I knew it was him. The police questioned me about it though, nothing new. I had to return the next night and question him due to the police being afraid they'd be too obvious to do so. I was told by him not to go back out, but I did anyways. I got angry at him and asked him his name. That's where all was lost. As soon as I know a name, I am under their control. They can make me do anything they want. I brought him to an old mansion I had patched up with friends...and it all started there I guess...
Likes & Dislikes
Likes...
Dislikes...
Lucien the Froiler
Lucien is a spunky young Froiler. I got him as a gift from my sister when I was younger. Cutest thing ever according to me. Angelpuss's like Takuto and Frog things's like Tezi make me sick. Very sick. I think I'm allergic to cat's and reptiles... Probably…
PAST
From the view and narration point of Endethelle himself. I was born on the 31st of August in China. I lived with my mother, father, and one sibling, Asahinashi [3 years younger than me], and was brought up in a quite wealthy family. My father, Bruno Roy, came from Canada and married into the Sheh family, taking their only lovely daughter, Tsz, and having him with her. I am one of 2 kids, would be 3, but one died at an early age by being in a car accident from one friends to another. Vesten is my older brother who died; I gained the middle name from him. At the age of 3, they found cancer in my eye, and had to have my eye taken out. I gained a prosthetic eye in its place of the colour brown when I was younger, though as I grew older the colours I changed by choice, which it's now current colour is a blood red. For my whole life, I have had a problem with my father, not getting along with him because he had his own views on what to do and how to do things, and from not liking the friends that I hung out with at school, this, always causing pointless yet devistating conversations anywhere in the house. As a cure for this, my mother kept me in line, keeping me busy with either singing or cooking in the household, both centered around letting me have fun and making me stay out of trouble. At the age of 5, me and my mother with a 1-year-old Shii, went to visit her parents at their own home. I enjoyed hearing the stories while I sat on my Poppa's lap and got bounced around. I heard one story though, that made me think when I was older. My Nana and Poppa told a story with Tsz's help of a young boy, Tsz's younger brother. They knew not what his name was because they couldn't find his birth certificates and a large loss in both of their memories from older age and also being away from him for so long, and rarely hearing the boys name with Tsz gone with Bruno most of the time. But they had let the boy go, because they couldn't take care of him. Right before my 8th birthday, me and his family moved back to Canada for a span of around 6 years where I met my father's side of the family for a brief time. For 2 years there, I repeated grade 7 in Junior High from failing math, and English, both important courses, each time because I never really cared about academic education for myself, I just wanted out of that home soon. A few days before I failed at the age of 14, my mother said I should be brought "home" for better schooling. Therefore, my mother, Shii, and myself, not my father since he was so focused on staying in Canada, packed up after I left school, and returned to Tsz's parents until we bought and attained our new home. That was when my uncle was brought back up. An uncle I never knew, none of my siblings knew. I had a small hope for him. My uncle had been treated something like the way my father treated me. Leaving him out on things he could have had with his family. I knew nothing of where he had went, and what he was doing now. The man could have been dead for years, before he was even thought of for that matter. My hope in him, was to be accepted, like the way that the rest of my family accepted me. I wanted to be loved by someone other than my mother and Nana and Poppa. I wanted to be accepted in the world. And I was hoping that after what my uncle had experienced, he would understand why I felt that way. There, in China, I attended a private school for 4 years, enjoying singing and playing my acoustic guitar by myself. One of my "friends" told me to make a CD recording, knowing I'd have alot of luck. And that brought me to the recording studio, making a couple CD's just for the fun of it. I played at school dances and town dances just for the fun of it, becoming popular amongst the towns teenage and adult population. I called my singer self "Diamond Back",meaning the snakes. I got myself the tattoo and the earring after my first successful band concert as a reward to myself and another act against my father even though he was not in the same home as me. My mother and little sister, both proud of me, spent time deciding on what to do with me to see if they could send my career further. They decided on sending me to a more Private school with higher standards. That's where I am now. Minding my own business and enjoying the life of a normal kid in school.
Adoptables
Well, here's the adoptables that Zany's created so far. For other colours, and customs, you'll have to request Zany for them. Trades are open Customs are open for a limited time                  Customs These can be located on my little sister's page.
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Good Bye
Watching him leave the crime scene like you almost knew his whole life just from his look, you sigh. Hopefully, the boy was innocent and could be set free like that, because having him come to your house and kill you wasn't a very pleasant thought...  
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