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Name: Ferb Fletcher
Age: ... ((Depends on the role play....))
Location: Danville
Relationship Status: Single...
Currently living with:
Mood: ...

Sadness....

Appearance:

Hair: Natural green with black dye on the ends of my bangs.
Skin color: Used to be pale, but is now a tannish color
Eyes: Dark blue
Clothing of choice: I used to wear black and dark grey a lot, but now I'm into some more colors. I now wear a colored t-shirt, dark blue jeans, black leather jacket and my favorite boots. Along with a pair of shades at times...
Personality: Ready to help anyone in need, loving and caring towards others, loves to make people laugh and has a small temper when people get on his nerves.

Quotes I Live By:

Everything is everything
What is meant to be, will be
After winter, must come spring
Change, it comes eventually
~Everything is Everything - Lauryn Hill

Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on,
Just keep on pressin on.
Sky is the limit and you know that you can have
what you want, be what you want.
~Sky is the Limit - Notorious BIG

If you are what you say you are
A superstar
Then have no fear
The camera’s is here
and the microphones and they wanna know
Oh oh oh oh yeah
If you are what you say you are
Then have no fear
~Superstar - Lupe Fiasco

Nevermind what haters say,
ignore them ’til they fade away.
~Live Your Life - T.I

Family:

I'm the son of Lawrence and Annie Fletcher, but after they got divorced I gained Linda Flynn as my new mother. Along with Candace and Phineas as my new siblings.

You took me in and basically raised me. You're my older brother and I love you so much.

We've just met... and yet, I've already adopted you as my sister.

I've always wanted a little niece, and now I have the perfect little niece. I love you so much Kylah.

Even though you're not my Dimension, I call you my brother, as I used to with Alt. Phineas.

Alt. Phineas... I thought you were dead, but obviously you survived... I love you little brother.

Friends:

Glad we talked it out... we're still trying to find solid ground and be friends like we should've been all along.

You were always very kind to me since I first came around.

I don't know you too well, but you are considered my friend as well.

You're a very spunky girl, and I'll always remember you as my friend.

Just like the other Megan, you are always very kind and nice to me.

I watch after you when Kylah brings you home. I learned that you two love each other and for that, I am happy. But just so you know, if you ever EVER hurt her... I'm going to hurt you 100 times worse... AFTER her father has had his way with you.

In a way, we saved each other at one time. You're not only one of my best friends, but also like a brother as well.

I like you, but I can't be with you or date you Lucy... hopefully we can still be friends though.

Girlfriend

...

Not Sure Anymore/ Right Now

I don't know why you're always so mean and cold shoulder to me... but I'd rather not get involved with it anymore.

Enemies:

2nd Dimension Doofinshmirtz: You nearly ruined the place I call home...

Mark, Mark, Mark, MARK!!!!!!!! Mark... you took away my mother and nearly turned her into a monster. Now you're trying to come after me for 'killing' her...

The Past:

I was born into a loving family. My parents were Lawrence and Annie Fletcher, and they loved me and my older sister, Dalia so much.

One day when I was barely a year old (my sister was 5) , Dalia was kidnapped when my father took us for a walk. Days later they found her body on the outskirts of town... My mum was devastated by the news and from that day on, changed. She changed from this sweet loving person, into this cold and unforgiven monster. She would yell at my dad and ignore him all the time. He always looked so sad, but used to tell me that I was one of the only lights in his life.

When I turned four, mum began acting more aggressively with me. She'd yell at me for every little thing (whether I was guilty or not,) and used to beat me for it. Sometimes she'd hit me with her hand, other times she'd use implements like a kitchen utensil or dad's belt.

When I was five, my father learned that she'd been having an affair with a man named Mark Moore... divorce has passed his mind before, but this time it was final. Later on he gained full custody of me and decided that it was time to move on. Now mind you, he never knew I was getting abused by mum before. So when he left to look for our new home, he left me in the care of my mum.

Now Mark was also a vile and vicious being, worse then my mum. He would push me and order me around all the time. The one time I stood up for myself, he ended up dragging me into my room and lashed out at me. When mum found out, I thought I was saved... only to be beaten by her as well. A full week went by before father finally came back for me... what he didn't expect was to come back and find me huddled in the corner, trying to avoid my mother's wrath. Father was furious at this and swore that she would never see me again.

We moved to America together and our bond grew stronger then ever. I loved my father very much, and he loved me. Life got better from there... my father met his childhood sweetheart, Linda and married her months later. Linda had two children named Candace and Phineas. Phineas and I liked each other instantly and became great friends. When we found out we were going to be brothers, the wo of us were ecstatic. Phineas insisted on sharing a room with me, and I agreed.

Over the next few years, our town was taken over by this evil man. Everyone soon hid behind close doors and only left to go to work. Phineas and I changed somewhat... we wee both terrified of stepping outside our door, lest we got taken away. No one dared stand up to this man... that is, until the day we met our Alt. selves and were able to mee The Resistance.

After the fall of our enemy, our town was at peace again. Things were going well until one day we received a phone call from my mum. She said how unfair it was that I was taken away from her and insisted I spent some time with her. She had lawyers ready to take me by force if needed, so my dad had no choice but to let me go.

I found out that my mum ended up marrying Mark (making him my Step-father) and that he was just as bad as ever... maybe worse. He let the bottle get to his head all the time and liked treating me like dirt. I was ready to walk out and leave, when mum told me the real reason she wanted me here. She was dying and wanted to make the wrong she did right... I realized that I still loved her and decided to grant her last wish by staying by her side until she passed away.

During my stay, Mark began to bully me again, only much much worse. He punched me a few times, used a hot fire poker on my arm and even used a broken table leg to beat me. He knew about mum's condition and blamed me for it. When my mum caught him beating me, she sent him away and threatened to call the police. I was glad that he left... my mother and I needed some peace and quiet together.

About a week or so later, my mum collapsed onto the floor, unable to breathe and died in my arms minutes later. I never remembered ever crying so hard then that day... I ended up calling father and leaving him a message about what had happened, because he didn't know any of this.

After the funeral, I began to pack up my stuff and got ready to head home. Mark stormed in and yelled at me about my mother and how it was my fault she died. he and I fought, but sadly he got the upper hand. He used a knife to stab me and all I could do was cry out and plead. When I thought I was surely dead, my father's voice filled the house. He had gotten my message and boarded the next plane to come and get me. Mark was overtop of me with the knife and came clean to both of us about something he did in the past.... something that would haunt me forever...

He had murdered my sister...

After stabbing me once more, my father attacked him and beat him up pretty good. He had me rushed to the hospital where they not only discovered the stab wounds, but the bruises all over my back. I later learned that Mark was imprisoned and wouldn't be let out ever again.

After I recovered, my father and I returned home and once again lived in peace... for a time...

I awoke one morning to sirens and the smell of smoke. I realized our house was on fire and moved quickly. I whisked Phineas out of bed and carried him out of the house, where I expected our parents would be waiting for us. But when we made it out, I heard the sounds of my dad and step-mum's agonized and pained screams. My heart nearly shattered at the sound... as much as I wanted to run in and save them, I couldn't risk leaving Phineas behind... lest the worst happen to me and he's left all alone. We cried in each other's arms, even long after their screams died down... That's when I saw that our whole world was on fire... and it was all because of these robotlike things. Phineas and I ran and hid from them for days, and hoped that we would be able to escape their wrath soon.

I never told him this, but I think I figured out who was exactly behind this all...

Mark Moore...

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After Phineas went missing, I nearly fell of the face of the earth. I just couldn't do this anymore... my life feels like nothing without my brother and best friend. I hope wherever he is, that he is safe...

I journeyed through a cave for almost a week with no food and only a little water. I am now in a whole nother world which you people like to call earth. Do I want to go home? Is there any hope to finding my brother? Should I just end my life now? How can I go on like this?

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