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Two siblings traveled America in a black 1967 Impala, the brother doing his best to look out for his younger sister River.

River can see things. Things that masquerade as human but live on fear and pain. Things that resume human form after they die.

This is River's journal.

Info: River lives on an Earth something like the one depicted in the novel 'Twilight Eyes', where a race of genetically engineered super weapons gone astray have hidden among the human populace and been responsible for a good many of the most horrific incidents in history. She and her brother were orphaned or abandoned at a very early age, and neither ever speak of their parents. They lived with a succession of adults till Simon was old enough to drive, at which point in time he acquired the Impala, which seems to have some family history. They're wanted in several states, but the fact that River doesn't photograph well has worked in their favor and they haven't yet had too many close calls with fully human police officers.

River hasn't got much time or interest in relationships, and is constantly bemused by her brother's tendency to flirt with any attractive female that gets near him. She also dislikes his collection of classical and older country music, and regularly mocks his infatuation with the car, which he commonly refers to as 'Baby'. She was given a large sight hound by a guy named Bruce Wayne, and the dog has proven to be a great help when going up against goblins, and now the monsters that she meets daily in her job as royal monster hunter of ((will put in the name of the world when I remember it)).

birthday May 2, 1984
height short
hair brown
eyes brown


The Poor Orphan Child
By Charlotte Bronte
My feet they are sore, and my limbs they are weary;
Long is the way, and the mountains are wild;
Soon will the twilight close moonless and dreary
Over the path of the poor orphan child.


Why did they send me so far and so lonely,
Up where the moors spread and grey rocks are piled?
Men are hard-hearted, and kind angels only
Watch o'er the steps of a poor orphan child.


Yet distant and soft the night breeze is blowing,
Clouds there are none, and clear stars beam mild,
God, in His mercy, protection is showing,
Comfort and hope to the poor orphan child.


Ev'n should I fall o'er the broken bridge passing,
Or stray in the marshes, by false lights beguiled,
Still will my Father, with promise and blessing,
Take to His bosom the poor orphan child.


There is a thought that for strength should avail me,
Though both of shelter and kindred despoiled;
Heaven is a home, and a rest will not fail me;
God is a friend to the poor orphan child.'

((River Tam and Summer Glau are not mine. Neither is 'Supernatural' or 'Firefly', or 'Twilight Eyes'. They all belong to their authors, though this version of the SN/Firefly crossover is mine. This is a non-profit role play journal. This version of River has impervious natural shields around her mind. She also tends to avoid touching other people because she's learned that she often doesn't like what she sees when she does. The banner is by tehjai, and was made especially for this River. Please leave it be. Also, the icons are made for this River, and are not for sharing. This is what Dog looks like, only much larger. ))