Hey, Onyx Morgan here. This is a website that I created. Basically just has info about me and stuff. idk, Harumi told me to make this so.. anyways, read further down so see more info about me
I assume you already know who I am, considering im the ultimate sniper and everything.. but if somehow you've been living under a rock and haven't heard of me, Im Onyx Morgan and I have long straight blue hair and green eyes with big pupils. Im the Ultimate Sniper and the clothes that I usually wear a white collared school shirt with blue details, a blue tie, black skirt, knee high black socks, a bandage on my face and on my right arm, and brown school shoes.
How do I feel about the other students? Hm, well honestly, most of them are stupid, but I don't mind Harumi or Tejina that much. They both seem like they got at least some brains up there. The rest of them are mostly stupid. They are stupid to think theres a way out of here. It doesn't take that much thinking and knowledge to figure out whats really going on here. I'm honestly shocked that Yuzuki is here. I wasn't expecting to see someone I went to middle school with to be here, let alone that freak. Whatever, I'll just keep her in her place like I did last year. If she tries anything funny ill be sure to take care of it. I'm interested in spending more time with Harumi, but I don't want to seem weak by showing interest in anyone. Honestly, its better to not trust anyone here, no matter how they might seem.
As stupid as it seems, I genuinely started getting interested in guns, and specifically snipers, because of games like Call of Duty. My older brother, Jasper, trained in the military and served four years. I was 14 when he came home and I begged him to teach me as much as he can. I began training everyday, and once I turn 18 I'm getting shipped off to military school. I know that I have a bright future ahead of me, but still, when im alone, like really alone, laying curled up on my bed, it's as if everything around me disappears. And suddenly im drowning again. There's nothing I can do besides sink farther to the aybss around me and darkness, deep, deep, darkness. But yet, his voice still persists, and in the obscurity of the gloomliness, I can hear him, "You did this. You are to blame." His voice repeats. Over. And Over. And Over Again. It high pitched, as if he hasn't grown since we were kids. He is still 8 and I am 17. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Name: Onyx Morgan
Bday: October 12th
Status: Training
Hobbies: guns, working out, video games
Interests: COD, Silent Hill, Resident Hill
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