Stories/Personal Histories

I quite agree! I found your story to be rather interesting in its own sense! People often forget that what seems simple to them can be unusual to others. And even the familiar can be interesting! I very much enjoyed hearing it.

~Lucy

AliasForAFew wrote:Simple stories can be as wonderful as intricate and exciting ones. Sometimes more-so.
You have a lovely history, Marie. You are very lucky.
Congratulations on your first place winnings as well.

- Eric

Thank ya very much. Gotta admit, I miss it sometimes, and sometimes wish it'd all been real. But the life of the real world ain't so bad. 'Sides, got a lot o' time to get better.

~Marie

Gerudo7 wrote:I quite agree! I found your story to be rather interesting in its own sense! People often forget that what seems simple to them can be unusual to others. And even the familiar can be interesting! I very much enjoyed hearing it.

~Lucy

Thank ya kindly. I'ma glad I was able t' share it. Ain't never tol' my side o' the story before.

~Marie

Oh, we're glad we found this thread. We feared we were the only ones who had "past lives". Most of us have one, but few remember it. Oddly, others can remember it for them and remind them, and then they'll remember it for themselves.

What they all have in common is some kind of family conflict. Some more severe than others. Usually what we've found is that the past life greatly determines the personality of the alter. At least half of it comes from that alone. Angel's is 90% from her past life. Alexa's is about 70%. Riley 1's is much lower.

We would describe a few of them, but we're afraid that it'll be inappropriate, so we won't. Some of them are very dark

~Katrine and the others

Hm I guess I can blurt a bit of my 'past life' if you believe it or not.
this is what I believe is my own personal history.

Okay it comes back in flashes.

* MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING!*

Well I'm sitting in this run down house. with a friend of mine I don't remember his name.
we aren't talking but I know we are both concerned about money and where we are going to sleep.

I know that I'm homeless no money and with a bunch of other teens like me but they are somewhere else.The girls sell themselves and some of us busk for money to get food, alcohol or drugs.
But most of the time we steal and mug people.

I know most of the time I'm on something.

I remember this girl telling me It's okay to be bi-sexual. But I know a few months later she finds out I'm cheating on her and throws knives at me to throw me out. (I cheated on boys, girls I had many partners over my life.)

Next memory
I meet this really girly man. I think he's kind of cute so I start talking to him.
next month he's taken me off the streets. he's rich but used to be in the same position as me. So I start detoxing get a crappy job from someone who won't ask my name. Live happily with him.
But I relapse. Get back onto the drugs. I get into a violent punch up with him. I beat him to death.
I eventually commit suicide due to the grief and my extremely unstable mind. I now know I suffered Schizophrenia.
sometimes it hurts to remember my past
Sorry for the triggers I tried to keep details light
feels good to have this posted somewhere -Barry

This is a little new to me, but I'll try it out. My alt and I have a unique relationship, in that we don't "Switch" in the textbook sense. We are aware of, and able to communicate, with eachother at most times. He will tell you a little of his history, but admittedly, there are some details he hasn't even revealed to me. This will be pseudo-dictated to me.

_______________________*Possible Trigger Warning:Religion, maybe others?*_____________________

My host wishes to learn more about our relationship. Most of what I will say here has already been shown to him. First and foremost, it must be understood that I am not human, nor am I bound by the same laws you follow. I am nearly 4,900 years old by human standards, and while I find your history fascinating, I am often disappointed by what I see happening in this world today. I will not reveal my name to you quite yet, except to say I was, and am of nobel blood among my people. Many, many years ago, my people were plentiful, specializing in the arts and sciences. Unlike humans, we were not accustomed to war as a whole. Rather, we had a large but select group of people that would bring justice to our enemies. Overall, it was a happy time for our civilization. I was preparing for marraige, a large, elaborate ceremony fitting for my station in life. The royal family ruling our people are among the most highly trained combatants from our world, and the attack that ruined our people came from within. A demon calling himself Karogin took control of my brother, who proceded to slaughter anyone he came across. My father faced him in a drawn out battle as I was forced to watch. His honor, as well as mine, forbade me from interfering in what humans refer to as a duel, or challenge for. Power. When my father fell before Karogin, I was taken away; alive but fleeing in dishonor. I arrived here, with an extremely small group of survivors, with Karogin following close behind. Karogin had inherited our family's pride, our refusal to leave things unfinished once began, and he hunted us to the ends of the earth. I do not know if I am the last to remain. I have alternated between confrontations with and hiding from Karogin ever since. About a year ago, my host took it upon himself to seek outside help from a circle of occult-oriented friends he had made contact with, and Karogin appears to finally be defeated. This was a painful blow to my honor, as I felt strongly that Karogin(and my brother in the process) should fall to my hand. I have felt lost since then, I am no longer in contact with the other survivors that came here with me. My host has been having thoughts of integration, that he has read on the internet. I don't know what will happen to me. I want him happy, safe, but I want to be me, and he be him...


_______End of history lesson_______

Sorry for the long read. He wants to be quiet for a while. I'm open to feedback, and he is too.

Interesting to see this thread pop back up and to read your guys' stories.

This was originally Lucy's thread but seeing as most of the others are pretty dormant lately I guess I'll reply instead.

Chococat, you guys can share whatever you want here! Whatever you're comfortable with. I'm not saying you have to, just that you can, even if it is dark.

Barry, I'm sorry you had to go through all that! It sounds terrible but I'm glad that sharing made you feel better

Scion, I'm not sure exactly what to say, but that sounds painful as well I can say, though, that integration is something you should agree on and be sure of before you start working toward it because it is a big change and not always the option people end up deciding is best.

Gerudo7 wrote:Chococat, you guys can share whatever you want here! Whatever you're comfortable with. I'm not saying you have to, just that you can, even if it is dark.

Okay...we just weren't sure. We know of a few of the past lives, but most of us have one. Michael, our system leader, had a family conflict with his grandmother. That's all we know. The ones below the trigger warning at the more "famous" ones in here.

Trigger warning for various things

Love's mother died of breast cancer when she was eight, and her father (who had a sex addiction and liked to murder people) had been eyeing her for years, but couldn't do anything because of her mother there. After she died, he sexually abused Love and taught her to be like him.

Riley 1's parents were horribly abusive (not sexually, but all other kinds yes). She died when she was six when her mother poured boiling water on her while her father beat her. Luckily, she's not as connected to her past as some of the others in here. She seems to have "disowned" them as her parents and isn't very upset by the memories.

Angel's and Alexa's is probably one of the most interesting. They're fraternal twins. Their mother was a paranoid schizophrenic. She believed people with dark hair were spawns of the devil, and the letter X was a symbol of him. She named her dark haired daughter "Alexa" for these reasons. She believed people with blonde hair and blue eyes were angels sent to watch over people. She named the other baby "Angel" for this reason. She refused to let them attend a regular school. She was very protective of Angel, and hated Alexa. The father encouraged Alexa to be independent, so Alexa was able to see her mother's delusions and didn't follow any of them. Angel didn't have that, though, so her mother molded her personality with everything she did. Angel's first language was backwards English (from a delusion about the FBI recording everything they said), so she has a strange accent now. Her mother enforced all of her delusional behaviors onto Angel. Their father abandoned the family when they were five. Alexa started spending as little time in the house as possible, as she and the mother often had very loud verbal fights. Angel took her father's place as her mother's caregiver. She vowed to never let her illness harm her, and her life revolved around her. Alexa hung out with the bad boys and picked up many habits, one of which was swearing. She still has that rebel, "care-free" attitude and swears like a sailor.

Alexa suffered a stroke when they were almost 13. It took two years for her to gain enough motor skills back so she could leave the assistance home her mother put her in. To this day, she can't move the right side of her face, and the right side of her body is stiff. She spent the third year getting her strength back. The stroke changed her outlook on life, and she started helping others in similar situations. It became a part of her, which is probably why she still has those effects to remind her what she went through.

When they were 16, Angel was in the house with her mom. Her mom suddenly tried to kill her during a hallucination, and Alexa heard the screams from outside. She fought off her mother and took Angel outside. She had to convince her that they had to leave, that this was no life for them. She was no longer safe here. They stayed at the chief of police's house, for he knew of their mother's condition and felt sympathy for them. A few months later, they learned that their mother had shot herself during another hallucination (their father had left a gun behind under a kitchen cabinet). Alexa was relatively unaffected. Angel was devastated. She blamed herself because of her vow to always protect her mother, and she wasn't there when it really mattered. She still does.

End trigger warning

Angel believes she's weak compared to Alexa, who is our defense alter. She's very good in fights and doesn't feel fear. Alexa says Angel's one of the strongest people she's ever met, because she dealt with their mother every day. She says her depression is a small price to pay for having to endure what she did for eleven years.

Those are just the ones we really know about. Most aren't out in the open yet.

~Katrine

I'm sorry you guys had to go through all that. None of you should let that make you feel weak, and none of that was any of your faults. I think Riley is right to have disowned them for what they did, and I hope that as things progress the others of you with darker past lives can learn to leave them behind as well.

Night: My history is definitely different. I'm "otherkin". There's this whole realm I exist in, where I walk between the spirit realm and the physical. I'm not a werewolf--I don't physically turn into a wolf, but my senses are heightened, I am swift, I stalk when I walk. I'm a protector of the earth.

Kat: I don't like talking about my past, but let's just say I live more or less in the bad memories.

CC: I'm aware of it all. I thought I was just going through phases before.

Night: So, yes. We definitely have our own unique experiences and outlooks.

Gerudo7 wrote:I'm sorry you guys had to go through all that. None of you should let that make you feel weak, and none of that was any of your faults. I think Riley is right to have disowned them for what they did, and I hope that as things progress the others of you with darker past lives can learn to leave them behind as well.

Both, kind of: To quote Neil Finn's Song of the Lonely Mountain; "Some folk we never forget. Some kind we never forgive. Haven't seen the back of us yet. We'll fight as long as we live."

The past is the past, but we both harbor a deep-seated hatred towards demons(no offense to the person whose Alt is demonic)