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Salut
Welcome, stranger. I see you found my little petpage. Did the top pic scare you off? I know I don't look normal. I used to, though. And that is what this page is all about, who I am. And who I was.
01/03/2007: 150 views
The description
Name Morgan Leonard Zilversmid
A.k.a The pyromaniac of Newcastle, Leo, Ebvill (neopet name)
Age 20
I.Q 107
Place of birth Washington
Native country The Netherlands
Current residence Liverpool
Occupation None
Mother Katherine Steen/Zilversmid (died)
Father Rudolph Leonard Zilversmid (died)
Brothers and sisters None
Love None anymore
Favourite artist/band Linkin Park
Favourite song Kryptonite by three doors down
Favourite color Dark red
Favourite actor Johnny Depp
Favourite movie Donnie Darko
Favourite show Trailer fabulous
Favourite food Hotchpotch
Favourite drink Earl Grey
Fur Gray
Hair Natural gold with flame strokes, ends on the top of his shoulders
Eyes Red
Scars Burnmarks on his left cheek, top of his left arm, his right hand, his chest (on the heart), his right feet and left knee. He also has a stitch on his back
Other details Gasmask, his right ear is pierced, he doesn't wear a shirt and mostly wears blue busted jeans and a milk snake bracelet (see treasure section)
Personality His parents used to keep him isolated, now he isolates himself. He doesn't have much life experience, which explains why he is easy to upset. Ebvill is not too bright, but tries to be a good person.
Story
My parents both loved to travel, so it wasn't odd that Katherine Steen and Ruud Zilversmid met eachother on a KLM flight to Africa. They fell in love, married and got me during their honeymoon in the USA.
While I was growing up, my parents dragged me all over the world. My mother was a journalist and my father was a photographer, so we had enough money to do so.
I had a teacher travelling with me, because we couldn't stay on one place for long. This is also why I never had many friends, but my parents were enough back then.
The journey I will always remember best was England. That is where I met her, Janet. My first real friend, we didn't feel anything for eachother though.
Until my parents left without me. They needed to go to a certain war for their jobs, and didn't want me to come. They had done that before, so I stayed with Janets family in the UK. How could I know they wouldn't come back?
Four weeks and five days later, Janets mother got a phonecall. I wasn't worried about my parents when I noticed she cried. My parents were immortal in my eyes. My everlasting heroes, yes, I used to be so naive.
I remember how Janets mother looked at me, with tears upon her cheeks, and told me that they had died.
I didn't believe it at first, walked to my room and locked the door. But when I heard about two journalists that had been killed on my radio, I realized it was the stone cold truth. That was one slap in the face.
My parents had been my only friends until I met Janet, I loved them, trusted them and couldn't live without them. After their death I felt amazingly lonely, though Janets family was so much bigger than mine. I needed someone to love, I really did. Janet tried to help me all the time, and at some point I realized I fell in love with her.
It took a while, but Janet and I got together. I was happy again, I even got a few other friends and could finally go to a real school. Sometimes I didn't even remember my parents, like it never happend, like they never existed, because Janet took all my pain away. She seemed so sweet back then. Irreplaceable.
But now she's gone too, and that was her very own fault. She didn't love me the way I loved her, though she claimed she did. After three years she suddenly dumped me. Like that. Snap.
I was sad at first, until I found out why. She got a new boyfriend after one week. Which explains why I'm not sad that she's gone now.
She told me the feeling had gone between us, and that she just needed someone new. I imagined us being together for eternity, yes, some teenagers are that foolish. But I just didn't see anything but my parents hapiness in my life. Which explains why I was so naive about us.
Her new love was this guy, David... we were in the same class and he had a bad reputation. And he decided to get mad at me. Janet mentioned my name from time to time, and he didn't like that.
Yes, I kicked him, yes, we had a fight, yes, I lost. Of course we hated eachother ever since and such. Many actions followed. I threw rocks through his window, he destroyed my bike, things like that. I know it's bad what we did, but I couldn't help myself, I really couldn't.
And then there was the fire, the worst Janet-related action. But the fire wasn't mine, though everyone thinks it was. It wasn't Davids either. First I thought it was, because when I went to his house I only saw a shadow with a match and a can of patrol. I didn't know it was her. I didn't know it was Janet.
I still have no idea what made her sick enough to do such a thing. Davids house burnt down completely, and Janet died after she set it on fire. They had to tell me it was her in the hospital. I almost forgot to breathe.
They consider me a murderer now. A pyromaniac. The friends I had turned against me, didn't trust anything I said. Janets family didn't want to know me anymore, ignoring all the time we spent together. Ignoring every good thing about me. How could they be so cruel? I still don't know. I didn't go to jail because there was no proof against me, and because the judges didn't think I'd risk getting burned alive. I live in a squad in Liverpool now, with nothing but plans to seek for a job, a harris I found in the street and my memories.
Davids side of the story can be read on his petpage. Ebvill is called Leo in this story, because he used to be a lab pet and his name wasn't chosen to fit his character.
Loves and hates
Loves
His MP3 player
The sound of rain in the evening
His treasures
England
Travelling
Feeling appreciated
Lowlands
Fullmetal alchemist
Everything on his favourite list | Hates
Musicals and opera
Being born in the USA
His scars
Being left
Anything related to Janet
Knives
His lungs
Hospitals
Any kind of graveyard |
Friends
I won't let them break me again.
Love
Smoke is covering
the golden sun
A life is taken
A nightmare has begun
Everyone knows
mistakes are made
When beloved
illusions fade
Treasures
 | Snake bracelet
Dad bought this for me in Egypt and I often wear it, it's based on the milk snake, the red snake that's often used to kill people in movies. Thats why I wanted it in the first place, snakes rule. | Gasmask
My gasmask was the last gift I recieved from my parents. I have always weared it after the fire, because I have a hard time breathing without it. |
 |  | Janets necklace
I can almost feel the warmth of her hands again when I touch it, it was her grandma's first, but she gave it to Janet. And Janet gave it to me "because she loved me". It's the only gift of hers that I kept. |
The clone machine
They need to be re-made already.
Link to me
Note: the old link-thingies died, so I re-uploaded them at a different host. If you already link to me and the pic is not showing up: these work.
Prize cabinet
The yellow lightning in my grey skies.
 Other destinations
I do link trades with all species. Neomail me if you want one (PS: I highly appreciatte normal-sized banners and such, and please, only use the poorly animated quilt link if you like it better than the banner. I hate it.)    
 
 
Farewell
Thats all for now, stranger.
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