eclipsa
faerie sightings
Lost in the thunder; found in the lightning
Maia Génesis Locklear - 17 - November 6 - Scorpio - Female - Pan - Arachne
5'3" - 110 lbs - Black - Brown eyes - Birthmark under her eye
Aggressive - Scheming - Vicious
Daring - Independent - Punctual
Owls - Old Castles - Mythology
Being alone - Gingerbread - Being cold
Jaw clenches when she's thinking - Counts her fingers when she's afraid - Is irritable af without coffee
Thievery - Lock picking - Survival knowledge
Spiders - Thunderstorms - Losing control of her anger
Finding herself - Getting out of Haven Row - To not be alone anymore
ESFP-A - Choleric - Chaotic Neutral
The camera's lying - They'll know my name - That's what he calls me.
A little girl of multiple ethnicities, though she never connected to any of them. Perhaps that contributed to her being lost in the fray of life. She was four when her life was turned upside down, during a crash that lead to her living with her mother's estranged sister, Talia -- who hadn't seen her sister since the birth of the little girl. A strange woman seemingly obsessed with the supernatural, not that those things existed outside of her aunt's mind, of course. Her aunt was some sort of scientist, so she was rarely home, and Maia was instead raised by nannies. She never had to want something, she always had it.
As she grew up the question of her identity was all she wanted answers to. She never got them. All Talia knew was that her mother was white and her father was Latino and Native. There were no birth records on her father, lost in a fire years before she was born. No family to speak of. Nothing.
His now teenage daughter was lost. She was fair skinned so no one even believed she was mixed. She had no culture to identify with. She didn't feel white and she didn't feel Latina or Native.
Maybe if things had been different she wouldn't have done the things she did. The thievery, the pranks, the downright devious acts that lead her to the situation she's in now. If she hadn't gotten into that one fight. Thrown that last punch. If he hadn't fallen down those stairs.
Her aunt had had enough and enrolled her in a school recommended by a colleague. Haven Row.
