<a class="postlink" href="http://s99.photobucket.com/user/mskiti/media/New%20Site%20pics/emo-Anime-Cute-Girl-Backgroun-Wallpaper_zpsebf85fd8.jpg.html"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l299/mskiti/New%20Site%20pics/emo-Anime-Cute-Girl-Backgroun-Wallpaper_zpsebf85fd8.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Name: Misha Renee Daufner<br/>Age : 18<br/>Race: Human<br/>Rank:  Poor Girl<br/><br/>Misha had been out of the orphanage for over a year now and most days she still seemed like a lost little girl.  She was able to get a job at a quit little restaurant where all she seem to do was work to pay bills for the tiny little room she was able to move into once she was kicked out.  She had been in the orphanage since before she could remember.  She was told that her parents had been killed in a car accident and she had no other family.  There was money in a insurance policy for her, but of course the orphanage stole it from her for her care.  Least that is what they told her.<br/><br/>One of the things that seemed to keep her from going crazy was writing in these journals she created with all the spare paper she could find.  She was always writing about her life or coming up with stories that were not always true, but it gave her dreams.<br/><br/>Today was a rare day off for her and she had decided to treat herself to a couple of new books and she was also in need of a new journal to write in.  She had tried many different shops looking for the right one and she could never find one that called to her.  She wasn't magical or anything but she felt things.  Like good or bad things and that was what got her through life so far.<br/><br/>She found this little antique shop out in a corner alley that a normal person probably would not have seen.  Walking into the shop she saw many interesting things but she seem to have a pull to the back of the store, back where it had seemed nothing had been touched in years.  The shelves were completely covered in dust but there was one book that stood out to her because it was completely clean of dust.  Slowly she pulled it off of the shelf and she almost felt a wave of something she could not explain run through her.<br/><br/>She loved the cover and all the design of the tree she thought this would be perfect for her.  She opened it and noticed it had already been someone journal and glancing through the pages, many different thoughts were in here.  She knew at that point she must have it.  She closed it up and went to pay for it.  The cashier looked at her a little strange when she brought it up.<br/><br/>"That book has been in this shop since my grandparents open it many years ago and no one has been able to open it so it has just sat there.". The shopkeeper said as she placed the book in a bag.<br/><br/>"I guess I didn't try to open it, I picked it up for its looks." Misha smiled a little trying to figure out why it opened for her and not them.  But that made her want it that much more.  "I still want it though, so how much?"<br/><br/>The shopkeeper looked at her a little and shrugged, "5 euros so I can say I got something for it."<br/><br/>Misha paid the lady and left the shop with her prize.  She was still trying to figure out why no one could open it.  Was it magical, was it a blood spell of some kind.  Just because she wasn't magical didn't mean she didn't believe in magic.<br/><br/>When she finally made it home she was excited to sit down and read what was in it.  She went to the kitchen and poured herself something to drink and went back to her favorite chair with the book.<br/><br/>She looked the book over and then opened it without any problem, unlike the shop keeper.  She made it through the entry about the Prince, then she noticed the next section the writing was completely different this was a little old lady who had wanted to put in family recipes in it.<br/><br/>She read on and on reading what seemed like entries from at least 50 different people.  She also notices the dates were all over the place.  Some were a few years apart and others were decades.  She didn't even know what time it was because she had gotten so lost in the book.  All these different lifestyles, some were happy and some were very sad to the point they were tragic.  But she would happily had her tail in it.  It had been at least 150 years since the last entry so she had known many things had changed and she could not wait to start.<br/><br/>Misha's First Entry......April 13, 2013<br/><br/>Well hello to the next reader of this very interesting Journal.  I hope you find my lifes journeys as interesting as I have found the others.  Hopefully I will have this book for years to come so you will be able to see what my life was like.<br/><br/>Well my name is Misha Renee Daufner and currently I am 18 years and I have been living on my own for about a year.  I spent my whole life living in the country orphanage because my parents had to die in a car accident.  I have always been alone other than writing in my journals.  Besides who wants to have a life with a orphan like me.  I am distant and non caring, why should I not be when you love someone they always leave you........<br/><br/>Misha and dosed off during her reading not realizing that she was not at her apartment any more.  She found herself laying on a couch with a huge headache and some weird cold rag on her head.  What happened to her?  Where was she?  When she sat up, she apparently sat up too fast she yelled a little and grabbed her head.<br/><br/>"Damn it, where the hell am I" Misha yelled at no one particularly seeing she had not not noticed anyone yet.  "I don't know what you want with me I have nothing."