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I got the best mama and daddy in two galaxies, even if my daddy's a lil' bit overprotective sometimes. But he let me help him in his shop ever since I was a wee lil' girl, so YAY I LOVE MY PARENTS!!!!
My parents are moisture farmers. Other than not knowing what that really means, it's pretty damn boring.
Still, not too bad for all intents and purposes.
Still, not too bad for all intents and purposes.
Seriously, WHAT THE FUCK TATTOOINE YOU ARE A STUPID PLANET WITH YOUR STUPID MOISTURE FARMING WHY THE HELL DOESN'T EVERYONE JUST MOVE SOMEWHERE WITH FREAKING OCEANS?
*cough*
...the player may have issues with Star Wars and its abundance of COMPLETE SHITHOLE PLANETS.
*cough*
...the player may have issues with Star Wars and its abundance of COMPLETE SHITHOLE PLANETS.
When I was three years old, my human father realized my mother was a demon. He tried to take me and run, but she caught us and she killed him right in front of me. Then she abandoned me in the Underworld because she thought I was a useless half-breed shut UP Logan shut UP Anakin. She left me with Raynor, the leader of the Brotherhood of the Thorn, who became my mentor and father figure. He trained me to obey him and the Source and to be a killer.
So when I came to Fandom I transferred the need to serve and obey to Angelus, but not in exactly the same way.
My parents died when I was two, and I got adopted by the tribe that killed them. Not that I knew this for years. Because my adoptive father promised he wouldn't tell me until I turned nine, and then not until I agreed to go and take up the challenge of surviving in the Jundland Wastes for a week. Which was also when he sort of dropped it on me that by the way, if I hadn't gotten taken off to the Jedi academy when I turned nine? They were going to take me to Mos Eisley and leave me there to fend for myself.
Aaaaaaaaand these days I've sort of been informally adopted by my dead boyfriend's parents.
Oh, and did I mention I also have memories in my head of growing up in a Yuuzhan Vong creche?
It's fun.
Really.
Aaaaaaaaand these days I've sort of been informally adopted by my dead boyfriend's parents.
Oh, and did I mention I also have memories in my head of growing up in a Yuuzhan Vong creche?
It's fun.
Really.
My parents and my aunts faked their own deaths and ran off to live "normal" lives and abandoned me and my brother to be raised by our grandfather. We thought they were dead, but it turned out they were alive and never bothered to tell us.
You might say I have abandonment issues. And people wonder why I turned evil in the future.
You might say I have abandonment issues. And people wonder why I turned evil in the future.
My mother abandoned the man she was engaged to at the altar practically, and married my dad instead. She got really sick when she was pregnant with me, and my father ended up having to do a C-section so I wouldn't die too.
My father, in a desperate attempt to never let me leave the house, poisoned me with "medication", which he claimed would eventually cure the "disease" I'd "inherited" from my mother. He also lied about his job, telling me that he was a surgeon when he was actually repossessing organs from people. Oh, and let's not forget that he didn't tell me about my having a godmother because she was my mother's best friend.
And then I had to watch him die.
Any other fucking questions?
My father, in a desperate attempt to never let me leave the house, poisoned me with "medication", which he claimed would eventually cure the "disease" I'd "inherited" from my mother. He also lied about his job, telling me that he was a surgeon when he was actually repossessing organs from people. Oh, and let's not forget that he didn't tell me about my having a godmother because she was my mother's best friend.
And then I had to watch him die.
Any other fucking questions?
Not sure here... just a shot in the dark. Trust issues?
I was raised in the jungles of India by a pop singer and all the various animals. It was pretty fun, actually.
Mom was murdered nearly in front of me when I was 10. I found her body. I thought it was a suicide for years. I tracked down the trigger-woman years later and friends helped me scare the hell out of her. She's probably in Greenland by now.
Daddy... Yeah, can't talk about that.
I'm never having kids, no matter how many show up for those freaky weekends. I'm looking forward to spoiling my friends' children.
Daddy... Yeah, can't talk about that.
I'm never having kids, no matter how many show up for those freaky weekends. I'm looking forward to spoiling my friends' children.
*joins you in club Never Having Kids, Thanks*
I'm mostly worried they'd inherit my problems, and that's not cool to dump on a kid. Worry #2 is that it's genetic and I'd take off like my dad did.
I'm mostly worried they'd inherit my problems, and that's not cool to dump on a kid. Worry #2 is that it's genetic and I'd take off like my dad did.
Edited 2009-08-13 19:34 (UTC)
My parents shipped me off to boarding school because they couldn't handle my challenge of their preconceived, bourgeois notions of personal appearance and fashion.
Though, to be fair, I did set fire to part of the backyard.
Though, to be fair, I did set fire to part of the backyard.
I actually don't have any parental issues.
Well then clearly you are a well balanced person.
They couldn't afford to feed me so they sold me into slavery when I was five. It may surprise you to know this, but the kind of people who want child servants don't tend to be very nice.
But it's how Sebastien found me, so it's all for the best in the end. I forgave my birth parents long ago.
But it's how Sebastien found me, so it's all for the best in the end. I forgave my birth parents long ago.
They split up when I was little. My mom died when I was 13. Cancer.
My dad's on his fourth or fifth wife. I check in every so often to make sure he's still breathing. He is and he usually has useless advice for me.
Any other questions?
My dad's on his fourth or fifth wife. I check in every so often to make sure he's still breathing. He is and he usually has useless advice for me.
Any other questions?
My mother is amazing. I don't even care if I'm part-demon because of her.
My dad is, well ... he wants what's best for me, right?
My dad is, well ... he wants what's best for me, right?
As far as I've heeard, not so much, no. But, that's OOC knowledge so, disregard. :)
My mother was a walking saint, or as close as a Verona woman can be, but she was never healthy. She died about two years ago -- her heart gave out over some strain I had caused. I cannot talk about it because I still feel so guilty.
My father is the head of the Montague household. He's a good man, a brave man, and a Godly man, but he was past 40 when I was born and, I fear, ill-equipped to handle any sort of child, let alone a sullen, impulsive teenage boy.
My nurses truly raised me.
My father is the head of the Montague household. He's a good man, a brave man, and a Godly man, but he was past 40 when I was born and, I fear, ill-equipped to handle any sort of child, let alone a sullen, impulsive teenage boy.
My nurses truly raised me.
I crave and need my mother's affection, and yet view this need as a failing in myself, as Vulcans are supposed to be above such things, and suspect I will be a disappointment to my father if I fail to behave as if I am wholly Vulcan.
My father is the king of all werewolves in North America, and I'm his second-in-command, even though I really just want to be left alone. My grandmother was an evil witch who killed my mother and had my father and I changed into werewolves (a horrifically painful process that could have killed us both), then enslaved us to serve her until my father broke her spell and killed her, driving himself mad in the process and becoming the original Big Bad Wolf. I then had to bring him back to sanity, since as his son I was the only thing he wouldn't kill. I can't stand my stepmother, but neither can anyone else, including my father, really--although no one is allowed to say a word against her, since she is the Marrok's mate. And my half-brother's mother, who died having him, was the only woman my father has ever actually loved, including my mother.
Additionally, all of my children are dead.
None of this will ever get close enough to the surface for most people to guess at it. But is it any wonder I was considering suicide for a little while there as a viable means of catching a break?
Additionally, all of my children are dead.
None of this will ever get close enough to the surface for most people to guess at it. But is it any wonder I was considering suicide for a little while there as a viable means of catching a break?
Jill: I don't have any parental issues! Really! I mean, just because my dad quit his job and started doing yoga and not leaving the house, and it's so embarrassing, that's not an issue. And my mom just wants to help me! You know, by teaching me to brainwash myself and lying to all of my friends to make them think I have some horrible medical condition and making me feel like there's something wrong with me. See? Totally helping!
Jack: Until I came to Fandom I spent most of my life locked in a room. I'm not really their son, see, I'm just Jill's dirty little secret. Thanks, Mom and Dad!
Jack: Until I came to Fandom I spent most of my life locked in a room. I'm not really their son, see, I'm just Jill's dirty little secret. Thanks, Mom and Dad!
My mother doesn't love me (no, literally, can't, has utterly cut out the ability to from herself).
My father does. Problem is, he's Lucifer.
Not that that's really weird since Mother is DEATH and all. Oh, and that part where the first time we ever stand up to her and ask for straight answers, she decides it's time to sign death warrants for us. Not that I canonically know about that yet. But WHOOOABOY, that'll be fun.
My father does. Problem is, he's Lucifer.
Not that that's really weird since Mother is DEATH and all. Oh, and that part where the first time we ever stand up to her and ask for straight answers, she decides it's time to sign death warrants for us. Not that I canonically know about that yet. But WHOOOABOY, that'll be fun.
Edited 2009-08-13 21:09 (UTC)
Well, according to this (http://petronelle.livejournal.com/408741.html), my father rejected me for my bisexuality and theatrical lifestyle and my mother's never mentioned.
...I stare at that article.
*cough*
ANYWAY, my father rejected my love of the theatre and I told the old man to stuff it. That's about it.
...I stare at that article.
*cough*
ANYWAY, my father rejected my love of the theatre and I told the old man to stuff it. That's about it.
Uh... I love my mom, thanks.
But my father was killed when I was younger.
The issue would be with my father-figure, Carl. AHEM. NOT SHARING.
But my father was killed when I was younger.
Edited 2009-08-13 21:02 (UTC)
I divorced my parents, thank you.
But if you really must know, my mother was a whore and my father liked to stretch me on a rack at night to make sure I was tall enough to go into the Space Corps.
But if you really must know, my mother was a whore and my father liked to stretch me on a rack at night to make sure I was tall enough to go into the Space Corps.
My mother died in childbirth.
My father died when I was six.
Then I got adopted when I was 10.
He turned out to be evil and I killed him with fire when I turned 16.
WHAT DADDY ISSUES.
My father died when I was six.
Then I got adopted when I was 10.
He turned out to be evil and I killed him with fire when I turned 16.
WHAT DADDY ISSUES.
My mother died when I was young and she seemed to know about things I would be dealing with because she gave me a protective amulet. My father and my Aunt Lauren raised me -- only then my aunt sent me to some crazy house that likes experimenting on us and my dad thought I had a nervous breakdown. I was going to go to him when I escaped, only to find out that apparently my mom was worried about me growing up and told my aunt that we couldn't trust him.
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