Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/lonely-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Ricardo "Ricky" Martel<br/>Inner Child Age:age 6<br/>Race: Human<br/>Social Status: Homeless/Street Kid<br/>Personality:<br/>*sweet<br/>*timid<br/>*withdrawn (slightly)<br/>*playful<br/>*intelligent<br/>*lonely<br/>*kind<br/>*caring<br/>*imaginative<br/>*creative<br/><br/>Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/normal_78-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Ricardo "Ricky" Martel<br/>True Age: 16<br/>Race: Human<br/>Social Status: Homeless/Slum of the slums resident<br/>Personality:<br/>*lonely<br/>*loner<br/>*withdrawn (a lot)<br/>*rebellious<br/>*somewhat cocky<br/>*strong<br/>*loyal<br/>*smart<br/>*distant (emotionally)<br/>*somewhat hot tempered<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Ricky walked down the streets towards the railroad tracks. He always walked the long way home even though the tracks took him past the power plant. The power plant rested on the outskirts of town. It was abandoned except on certain nights when it was used by drug chemists. However, you looked the other way and walked quickly...nobody paid you attention. He walked alongside the railroad tracks. Tonight was turning out to be a long day. A very long day. He was going be hurrying past the abandoned nuclear power plant. This was usually the day that the drug lords were at the nuclear power plant. It was a meth lab whenever the drug lords used it. Not every day so it wasnâ€™t always dangerous. He continued to walk along. He hoped deeply that there was never an explosion at the nuclear power plant because that mix of radioactive chemicals and drugs could cause weird or dangerous side effects or accidents when it did.<br/><br/>As he was walking past the power plant he began to smell something burning. It was a mix of sulfur and chemicals. He hurried along faster when the fire alarm became blarring inside the power plant. His gaze shot to the powr plant which seemed to be erupting in flames. Sounds of small explosions inside could be heard. Followed by screams and an even more worrisome sound...bigger explosions. He began running trying to get away from the power plant before all hell broke loose. He was almost there when the power plant exploded and chemicals, fire and radioactive power shot past him. The explosion shooting out in all directions. He was caught in the back side outward explosion. He screamed in agaony as he felt every bone in his body beginning to tear apart. It was like his atoms were tearing apart. Like he was going inside out. The pain was excrutiating. He screamed in pain.<br/><br/>He was beginning to lose consciousness. The darkness taking over his mind even as his body seemed to do a side show. There was two hims, his inner child and his real self, they were side by side with each other. His real self on the left. The inner child on the right. Suddenly they melded together and switched. The image of the inner child soon appeared on the left. The real him on the right. Then they connected as one. The inner child on the outside. As his scream faded and the blast of explosion died down and fizzled out...all that lay where the teenager had been was the body of a seven year old boy. Laying there limp but still breathing. No sign of the explosion remained other than a charred and falling apart power plant...and the burned ground in all directions. The boy was covered in dirt and an icky substance. Sunlight came over the horizon and still the â€˜childâ€™ lay there unconscious. Smudges on his face like he had escaped a fire. His clothes had holes in places and looked way to big for him.<br/><br/>It was hours before his body twitched. The twitching making him whine. More twitchings caused more whinings resulting in the mental inky blackness which had clouded his thoughts to fade away. He whimpered and slowly tried to push up. Sinking back down as at first his limbs were all wobbly armed. Growling then whimpered before he attempted a second time. This resulted in the same effect as the first time. However, apparently in some cases the third time is indeed the charm for when he attempted this yet again he managed to push up. Whimpering and whining but he managed to push up and force himself up onto his knees. He winced as he breathed. He looked around. There was...warning alarms? Or maybe that had been some sort of echoing ringing in his ears that had bounced around his brain. Then...explosion. Pain...confusion...darkness.<br/><br/>He was in a bit of a daze as the world proceeded to slowly come back into focus. Blurring in and out at first like it was shrinking and growing before his eyes. Then slowly began to become normal. When the world stopped moving and was completely in focus he began to absorb the world around him. Where the power plant had once been was smoking and in places smoldering or burning wreckage. All around was charred ground and burnt things. So...why was he alive? Why didn't he feel more than sore and achy? He blinked and began to check himself out. SHock in his eyes as this made NO sense. As he was doing this he got an even greater shock! His eyes went wide and at first he just stared in shocked disbelief. Then when it registered it was real he let out a horrified scream.<br/><br/>Moments later he stopped. Checking himself over. NYAH!!!! He was SEVEN again!!! He blinked and looked around. Yet he knew he was really eighteen but others wouldn't. He frowned a bit. Standing up and lost his boxers. Then his pants. He slid off the oversized pants and threw away the boxers. No making them work. He slid back on the pants and tightened the belt as tightly as he could. Even still the moment he let go of them they fell and clung to his hips a bit under the top of them. Sighing and flailing his arms. Reaching into his backpack he took out the pocket knife and cut off the pants legs until they were to where his shoes would have been were they not beyond overly too big. Once that was done he closed the pocket knife and pulled out his pack of cigarettes. Lighting one and smoked it. Blowing out the smoke all stressed out. His shirt hung five inches onto his arms off his shoulders. He had dirt smudges and minor scratches or scraps on his person. His shirt was with holes or tears in places. He looked like he was homeless and had been for a very long time.<br/><br/>Finishing his cigarette he put it out and flicked the stub away. Much more difficult with small kiddie fingers. Still he did it. Grabbing his bigger backpack and stuffed the lighter and cigarettes back inside. Zipping up the ratty looking bag. He hadn't been that well off before. He had essentially been homeless since a year before the seven years of age he now looked. How...was this possible? He seemed to be inside out. This was all wrong! He was not a child! He had an inner child but this was not who HE was! Besides...he hated his chibi (adorably small) shortness when he was a kid. The backpack was too heavy. He pulled out the college text books and all of his college things. Well except the sketchbook and his community college id badge. Leaving him with a backpack containing...a sketchbook, pencils, charcoal pencils, artist erasers, coloring pencils, markers, a package of wipes, his lighter, his pack of cigarettes which he used for when he was stressed, his prized treasure which was a locket that had been his mothers (see image at way end), a photograph of the last family photo he and his parents were in before their death, and about twenty dollars and eighty-six cents in cash.<br/><br/>With a now much lighter backpack he threw it over one shoulder and began to stumblingly walk towards the city again. Limping a bit as his right leg was very achy. Not like broken but it was definitely sprained for sure. Wincing but soon was able to walk somewhat normalish. He was in a bit of a daze still as he entered into a cafe...his stomach growling. Sadly when he was a kid he noticed far more when he was utterly starving. He had grown used to it by his true age. He was trying to figure out how he was a kid again. It made no sense.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Jewelry/a410ead5-a555-427d-87e8-66b0051c8f8f_zps6959a929.jpg">[ img ]</a>