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Description
had great fun making this little devil and his little friend ^^

Name: Omen
Age: 9
Gender: Male

Personality: Doll-like, calm, child-like [omly slightly]
Family: Mother [Dead], Father [Unknown]

History:
Omen was an only child of a rich family, he got whatever he wanted when he wanted it, even tho all he wanted was his father and mother around, which was the one thing he just couldn't seem to have.
Days turned to weeks, weeks to months, mnths to years, and the older Omen got the more he seemed to cut himself off from other people. He didn't see the need for socializing even at his young age and seemed more doll like in his actions, he was changing.
This led to Nannies that start to look after Omen, a different nanny every day. Omen wasn't a bad child, but they just never came back. It was this that finally caught his mother's eye. She was wondering what was going on with her son and these nannies, so she set up camara's and would watch them when she got home late at night, what she found was terrifying.

The taps went like this;
The nanny would come in the morning, feed Omen, clean, and take care of the house and then fed him before bed. Omen would be put to bed before 9 and then the nanny would wait for them to come home. However, around 12pm Omen would slip out of bed, a shadow following him, with what looked like a black pencil in his hand. He'd walk into the hall way, down the hall and into the room the nanny would be waiting in, drawing on any wall that was near him as he got closer to her. It was at this moment Omen's mother noticed the black sunken eyes of her son, she covered her mouth as he moved closer to the nanny, the lines on the walls now dripping down with ink. Once he was close enough to the nanny a black shadow appeared beside him, then the camara seemed to flicker. When it settled the nanny was dead and her son was on his knee's, seemingly eating some of her heart.
His mother watched the same scene over and over for a week, everything seemingly clean and Omen sleeping when she got home.

Fear struck her, that thing, that monster wasn't son. So she decided to stay home on the weekend, she wanted to she what he would do, that that thing would do. The day was normal, Omen spoke with her like he alaway did, nothing abnormal. when it came time for bed she sang him a song, she couldn't help whimper slightly at the smile that curled on his lips. She had never seen her son smile, it was beautiful and scary and shook her to her core, she then pulled out the pare of large scissors she had found at work and smiled at her son. It was then he started to giggle, it echoed through the room as he sat up just as she swung down he pushed her arm into her chest with an unknown amount of strength.

When she hit the ground, yelping in pain Omen leaned over the side of his bed, "Hehehehe, Are you scared mummy?" he giggled "You shouldn't be scared of the dark"

That was the last thing she saw as the light went out.

Item: Cursed-inked pencil
Logo: Eye Image
Talisment: Omen's Shadow

Description
had great fun making this little devil and his little friend ^^

Name: Omen
Age: 9
Gender: Male

Personality: Doll-like, calm, child-like [omly slightly]
Family: Mother [Dead], Father [Unknown]

History:
Omen was an only child of a rich family, he got whatever he wanted when he wanted it, even tho all he wanted was his father and mother around, which was the one thing he just couldn't seem to have.
Days turned to weeks, weeks to months, mnths to years, and the older Omen got the more he seemed to cut himself off from other people. He didn't see the need for socializing even at his young age and seemed more doll like in his actions, he was changing.
This led to Nannies that start to look after Omen, a different nanny every day. Omen wasn't a bad child, but they just never came back. It was this that finally caught his mother's eye. She was wondering what was going on with her son and these nannies, so she set up camara's and would watch them when she got home late at night, what she found was terrifying.

The taps went like this;
The nanny would come in the morning, feed Omen, clean, and take care of the house and then fed him before bed. Omen would be put to bed before 9 and then the nanny would wait for them to come home. However, around 12pm Omen would slip out of bed, a shadow following him, with what looked like a black pencil in his hand. He'd walk into the hall way, down the hall and into the room the nanny would be waiting in, drawing on any wall that was near him as he got closer to her. It was at this moment Omen's mother noticed the black sunken eyes of her son, she covered her mouth as he moved closer to the nanny, the lines on the walls now dripping down with ink. Once he was close enough to the nanny a black shadow appeared beside him, then the camara seemed to flicker. When it settled the nanny was dead and her son was on his knee's, seemingly eating some of her heart.
His mother watched the same scene over and over for a week, everything seemingly clean and Omen sleeping when she got home.

Fear struck her, that thing, that monster wasn't son. So she decided to stay home on the weekend, she wanted to she what he would do, that that thing would do. The day was normal, Omen spoke with her like he alaway did, nothing abnormal. when it came time for bed she sang him a song, she couldn't help whimper slightly at the smile that curled on his lips. She had never seen her son smile, it was beautiful and scary and shook her to her core, she then pulled out the pare of large scissors she had found at work and smiled at her son. It was then he started to giggle, it echoed through the room as he sat up just as she swung down he pushed her arm into her chest with an unknown amount of strength.

When she hit the ground, yelping in pain Omen leaned over the side of his bed, "Hehehehe, Are you scared mummy?" he giggled "You shouldn't be scared of the dark"

That was the last thing she saw as the light went out.

Item: Cursed-inked pencil
Logo: Eye Image
Talisment: Omen's Shadow