| Beorne's Long Life | ||||||||||||||||||||
| New development in the Immortal world as of Dec. 2000. See the UPDATEpage. | Like my mother, and all three of my siblings, I am left eye dominant. For you gun hobbyists out there you know what this means. For the rest it is like being left handed. Most people are not. The left eye is stronger and has control of what you see. This is usually accompanied by above average intelligence and creativity. But when trying to aim a firearm it causes double vision when trying to shoot with both eyes open. You must turn your head to the right until your vision comes back into focus. | |||||||||||||||||||
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| Unlike my siblings I am average height and heavy built. Both of my brothers are tall and thin. It is obvious to anyone that sees me that I am overweight, yet most underguess my weight. This is because I gain weight all over and proportionally instead of just in the stomach. We all have brown hair and hazel eyes. Our complexion and looks are average and we do not stand out. Like my middle brother I seem to be immune to hangovers. I do have one up on him though as I have never had a headache of any kind. All three of us boys inherited our fathers receeding hairline. I am often guessed to be 8 or 9 years older then I really am. And, like my father, I am immortal. | Click Here To Email Me | |||||||||||||||||||
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| Like my Father... |
My true age is 30. The length between my birth and my siblings are just as normal as any. But my father walked upon Civil War battlefields. His father was adopted so we do not know our roots past him other then it was not a formal adoption and his birth parents were from what is now West Virginia which is where he grew up. It is his recent death that has made me decide to come out of the closet and admit I am not mortal. But to the surprise and horror of our family immortal is not an exact description for our family. It now seems that enough mass damage to the brain can permanently kill us. Our grandfather was crushed in an accident by a fully loaded coal truck. Literally flattened. This was such a surprise to us because of the amount of damage we have sustained and survived. My middle brother, Vincent, broke his legs in a fall on the Appalachian Trail. Both legs were better by that night and he was able to walk out the next morning. I broke an arm and a finger in high school football. By the third quarter I had convinced my coach that it had only been a 'charliehorse' and I went back in. But the thing that had convinced us the most was the fact that our father had been shot in the head in the Civil War. He suffered some memory lost but other then that was okay. It was a clean shot, in over the left temple and out over and behind the right ear. So when our grandfather died it was, I believe, harder for us to deal with then the average person. We were not in the frame of mind that eventually we would loose this loved one. | |||||||||||||||||||
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