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Felicity Grace ~~ Narcissa Douglas ~~ Brandon Delmore ~~ Kyle Grant ~~ Amber Morello ~~ Eric Langdon

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  FEE

  full name

  Felicity Amara Grace.

  age

  Eighteen (18).

  gender

  Female.

  sexuality

  Heterosexual.

  date of birth

  February 13th.

  Godly Parent

  Aphrodite, Goddess of Beauty.

  "I summoned you, please come to me. Within me lies what you really want ..."

  camp status.

  All year round camper / Head Counselor.
  
  

  camp years.

  Five Years.
  
  

  theme song.

  Middle of the Night - Elley Duhé.
  
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  Five feet and Nine inches.

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  One Hundred pounds.

  hair

  Golden Blonde in colour. Felicity loves to leave her natural golden locks hanging down, adorning her lengthy body. She doesn't have to put much effort into it as it simply sits in the right places and goes with the flow. From time to time she loves to braid it and decorate it with floral arrangements. Usually, she opts for roses as they are her favourite flower.

  eyes

  Round shaped, blue-green in colour that can change to lilac when charmspeaking.

  body

  Fee is the definition of the ideal body type in a female, or so it is thought. She was the daughter of the goddess of beauty, she quite embodied it perfectly. She is tall, slim and has a bit of curve in just the right places. She loves to keep herself fit in her own ways as much as she hates sweating. She can often be an inch taller due to wearing heels most of her time. She bares no marks so far neither from birth nor from her battles. She loves to take care of her skin, hair and herself in general so she is quite soft to the touch. Her style is quite all-rounded as Fee is a fashion guru. She does not count any style out as every style is beautiful in her eyes. However, she is a firm believer that everyone has a style and they should own it. In her case, she loved to dress up in shades of pink, nudes and whites as her go-to. Whenever she sees a plain outfit, she must accessorise and her go-to is a nice silver or rose gold tiara. One article of clothing Fee will never be seen in were pants. She would hate to cover those beautiful legs.

  mods

  Fee is against tattoos and does not really want to tarnish her beautiful porcelain skin with any ink. She only has a dove that symbolises Aphrodite from when she got claimed. Other than she bares no markings. One would recognise Fee anywhere from just her aura and strong scent of vanilla and strawberries. Another is that if one had to look into her eyes, he would notice tints of violet, much like a kaleidoscope effect in the sunlight.

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    likes

    Flowers (Roses) | Damon | The Beauty Triad | Scented Candles | Perfumes | Her beauty routine | Her nightly routines | Strawberries and most fruit | Pampering | Make-up.

    dislikes

    Pants | Blood or Messy liquids | Not getting her way | Hurting her loved ones | Eating | Fizzy Drinks | Rumors | Bad Reputations | Selfimage obsession | Seeing anyone cry.
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    Felicity enjoyed the art of fashion and make-up from a very young age. Growing up all she knew was enduring countless hours in beauty pageants and modelling for her outright beauty. She is skilled with a make-up brush and her outfits are simply spot on when it comes to allocating outfits to herself and her peers. She is also known for her matchmaking skills with her best friend as they always manage to make the most close-knit couples, a couple! Like he says there was always a 98% success rate.
    
    

    habits

    
    1. Whenever she finds herself with nothing to do or even bored, she tends to resort to filing her nails. This is usually when she ends up in the middle of a cabin fight between her half-siblings that she needed to surely fix or even counsellor meetings that she must attend on behalf of her cabin. Truth be told she would much rather file her nails than get active in some camp activities. Sweat. Gross.
    
    2. Fee is known for her status, she loves to flaunt it. She thinks that a little tiara would be the ideal accessory fit for a princess/queen. So whenever she feels like she needs a pick-me-up to when she is feeling down or when she needs that extra oomph, she loves to wear one.
    
    3. Lastly, knowing Damon's powers to know who loves who, she always bothers and bugs him to tell her, hers. However, he refuses to do so as he thinks she is perfectly capable of doing that by herself. No luck so far, she slept with so many and none of them had that connection that she was looking for in her loved one as of yet... Alas, the bugging continues.

  personality

  (+) Beauty/Grace: Being the daughter of literal beauty and graced by the last name Grace, Fee embodies every inch of it. If not as perfect, the female is pretty and she knows it and flaunts it. She rarely sees the imperfection of things and tries to help others to see the beauty in things. Everyone has something that makes them beautiful and it is in Fee's interest to make everyone see that one beautiful thing. If not looks, personality for sure!
  
  (+) Charmer: Fee's words (leaving out her charm speak), tends to be laced with certain etiquette and wording that can help her get what she wants. If it is a challenge, she will enjoy it even more. Given she grew up with Damon, she picked up some tricks of the trade that helped her. Not that she needed it due to her beauty but having the tongue to match was an added bonus. I mean, as far as charming goes, she surely has the body count to prove it. Nothing matched that of her best friend, however. It's a force of habit to keep a teasing relationship with those she had a past with.
  
  (+) Loving: Felicity is very out there as a person and quite bubbly. It is hard not to love the blonde. It is her goal to make herself approachable. She has had the reputation of an It Girl ever since she stepped into CHB. That landed her a lot of friends. In fact, she and Damon made it their life's mission to play the matchmakers. Who is better than a son of Eros and a daughter of Aphrodite? Love and Beauty? Ideal combination. Some people find it hard to approach her due to their status but that is not the case. Once people get to know Fee they usually take a liking.
  
  (+) Blunt/Open Book: The blonde wears her heart on her sleeve and is pretty much an open book when it comes to talking with her. She does not like to beat around the bush and loves to say things as they are. True there are some things that are far on the personal level that only Damon would know. He would be the only one knowing every period and comma in her story. But to others Fee more often than not tries her utmost to be honest with everyone even if it sometimes hurts. If it does, she tries to deliver in the nicest way she possibly could. She is pretty open to answering any question asked. Especially if someone needs beauty tips and fashion advice.
  
  (+) Perfectionist: Felicity in general, has a lot of stuff. If it was not for her endless trunks and wardrobes, she would be screwed big time. Being the owner of so many things, namely: clothes, shoes, accessories, and make-up, she has her own colour coding system according to the colour, its shade, and even type. It makes it so much easier to find things that way. That being said, she knows all the items that belong to her and in any case, if one article is gone she would know. However, it would have probably been Damon that did so! She has a tendency to apply this scheme to everything that is assigned to her.
  
  (-) Materialistic: Sadly, being born into a rich family and spoilt rotten by all her loved ones has turned her into quite the materialistic maniac. Felicity always wanted the latest editions of any clothing line, any accessory, any shoe for that matter. Whenever she received a no, she would try to see how she was going to acquire it. That being said, the problem was that her dad always gave her the credit card so as long as daddy pays, her items keep growing. Sometimes, they lose sight of keeping life simple and enjoying it. Who does not love a vacation in a beach house once in a while?
  
  (-) Flirtatious: In conjunction with her beauty and teasing nature, Fee can be quite the teasing flirt. Much like her beliefs, the female is attracted to anyone that is pretty and with one sway and mutual agreement can easily slide in. In fact, she was known to hop from one to another from time to time to keep things... interesting. Thankfully, as much as is accepted, Damon is her anchor and whenever things are not going in the right direction, he pulls the reigns. Especially since he does not want her to get hurt. The list of people she bedded was growing and growing but at least every partner ended on good terms with her. No harm was done with a one-off.
  
  (-) Over Curious: Fee in a nutshell is described as curious. She has to know everything about everyone. Every news that flies through camp. The amount of gossip that she and Damon get was endless. Especially news on camp. Fee was a counsellor for the Aphrodite Cabin so that was easy access to certain information. That being said, she must know people's personalities and likings, and by asking she can acquire. Matchmaking has two parts to process! She asks way too many questions but sometimes has the answers to most asked questions... it flows both ways.
  
  (-) Ditzy: Sadly, much like the stereotype, she can be quite the scatterbrain when a thousand things are running into that brain of hers. Similar to her curious nature, she can sometimes be oblivious as to what a person just answered or simply answer another dumb question with an obvious answer. Some people find this hilarious but Fee hates it as she does not want to be depicted as a dumb blonde. Because she is quite a knowledgeable person on things she is well versed in.
  
  (-) Squeamish: The blonde is not one to resort to violence. Quite the contrary. Whenever she sees the sight of blood or any type of goo that comes out from any encountered monsters, she will most probably a. faint, b. vomit or c. run away. Fee cannot control this. In fact, she rarely uses arrows or bladed weapons for that matter. This also comes from the fact that she hates getting her hands dirty. Whenever she is splattered with something, she goes into panic mode. Gods forbid.
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  Patrick Grace

  Mortal Father - Although she was a daughter that was forced upon him, Patrick took her and raised her amongst his children and wife. He gave the girl the world whenever he could and always pursued her dreams with her to the best of his abilities. Patrick looked at Fee and noticed she was different from his children but that meant nothing. Even when he went bankrupt he tried to keep her on a silver platter when she called. She loves him dearly.

  Aphrodite

  Godly Mother - Fee only met her once and that was the day after one of her sisters (head counselor) got eliminated in a quest. She requested that Fee takes place as head of her cabin. She informed her about how she and Damon were to create which unravelled a new story. Fee does not really hate her. She wished that she made her presence known earlier. Who can be mad at someone that gave them beauty and desire after all? Those genes were immaculate.

  Diane Grace

  Step-mother - Fee was not Diane's child, courtesy of her mother's gifts, Diane raised her as if she was her own. True, she got the side eye from her looking slightly different than her children but the fact she took care of her and raised her was enough for Felicity. That being said, whenever something happened to her children, she always blamed her. This irked Felicity. Fee had no control over what happened. It only came to light when she met her real mother.

  Grace Children

  Mortal Step-siblings - Growing up Fee had a very good relationship with all. Her bond with Peter was stronger than the twins, Fae and Fallon. She got pissed whenever the twins used to steal her clothes and perfumes and she keeps not finding them. This led to many useless arguments that always resulted in the twins getting embarrassed due to something Fee telling them to do. It was hilarious but terrifying at the same time. But siblings are there to test your patience sometimes.

  Damon Varela

  Childhood Best Friend - He is the Bello to her Amore. Joint to the hip ever since they were in diapers. Her platonic soulmate. You will not find one without the other, if not, they are still probably in the vicinity. Her unbiological brother and his happiness were what mattered. If a tear crosses that face, run. They are the Camp's hit and even started their own matchmaking business at camp. Damon is Felicity's diary as they know each other inside out. He is her No.1 fan, as is she. They are both beautiful souls.

  Meredith Scott

  Best Friend - The least pairing you would expect to be friends but they are. Meredith is her go-to girl for anything she does most of the time. Whether it is to listen or give advice. They had more in common than she imagined. She always adorns her hair with beautiful roses. The woman is confident in whatever she does and Felicity holds her highly for it. They joke about how she should have been in Fee's cabin instead as she fits the bill through and through.

  Noah Kerridge

  Ex-boyfriend/Good Friend - Noah was Fee's all first. First date, first kiss, first boyfriend and well first body count. Not necessarily in that order. Oops. The pair had decided to start things up at one of his parties when she was first in camp. They mutually agreed and things were on fire. The connection was there but not as they both wished. It fizzled out after six months. That being said, they ended things mutually on good terms and they have a teasing relationship to this very day.

  Adrian Martin

  Friend/Trainer - Although Fee and Adrian never quite met eye to eye and talked that much, he caught Fee's attention the minute they first started talking but never made a move. It was unlike Fee. However, one time he saw her struggle holding a sword, he offered to train her how to wield weapons. She was hesitant as she hates getting dirty but he managed to convince her. Ever since she keeps finding it hard to make a move… What if she makes the wrong one?

  Caleb Isaac

  Good Friend - After the fall back she had with Noah, she found herself talking to him from time to time. Sure he is sarcastic and half asleep but the man has respect and Fee loves that, especially since he listens to her when she needs to. One time the pair were in a discussion and for once he was awake. With the burst of the moment they fell through and all her worries were put to bed. What happened was one time and they moved on as if nothing happened.

  Care Isaac

  Good Friend - Getting to know her through Caleb and his endless quest to find out who she loves... she grew to love Care as if she was her sister. The girl was younger than her but she has more sense and is wiser than Felicity could comprehend. She was a daughter of Athena after all. Although she thinks that she has a lot on her mind being so young, Felicity simply wants to lessen that burden off of her so she can enjoy her youth.

  Willow Davies

  Good Friend - True, they are polar opposites but they can always find each other for some girl talk, especially when it came to her recent love voyage with her new boyfriend. Willow also takes the time to listen to Fee trying to find her perfect somebody. True their relationship hit a bump when she found out Fee had a one-night stand (rebound) with her crush years ago but finally, the air was cleared out between them and she could not be happier.

  Victor Weiss

  Good Friend/Friend with Benefits - Victor is one of Fee's good friends in all aspects at the moment. Given all that has been going through camp, the female needed to divert her attention somewhere and met him also looking for the same thing. From time to time they both needed to let loose and escape from Camp duties and those seemed like the perfect opportunities to do so. That aside, Victor listens when she speaks and not just because of her looks, but what is on the inside.

  Marissa Rune

  Friend - Their friendship is quite blossoming. A new feeling for Fee as usual children of Hephaestus usually avoided them but it was nice that she clicked with Marissa. She handles most of Fee's weapon choices and designs as after many trials and errors, she always manages to give her the final product she so desires. That and she disguises them in the perfect accessory decor! In return, Fee would love to help her find her first love somewhere around!

  Nia Veon

  Roman Half-Sibling - Fee does not quite get why Nia avoids her like the plague. She loves to get her insight on things but it seems it is not reciprocated. Nia seems to not want anything to do with the Venus or Aphrodite line which Felicity still does not understand. Who would not?

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  Godly Powers/Weapons

  Power #1: Charm-Speak
  
  Felicity has the ability to manipulate certain actions a person makes using just her voice. She can become a distraction with her looks as she speaks when she wants.
  
  Limitations/Drawbacks:
  ↪ Limitations: This only works if she physically touches shadows and it only works with connecting shadows, unless aided.
  ↪ Drawbacks: The longer the distance the more energy strain for her it is. It would be ideal to have an actual shadow traveller to aid her as she can supply the darkness as a source.
  
  Power #2: Personification of Beauty/Desire (Glamour)
  
  Given her mother is the goddess of beauty and desire, she can somewhat personify desire and fulfilment via her looks. She can alter into a visage of her target's true love ideal. Their desired significant other.
  
  Limitations/Drawbacks:
  ↪ Limitation: This is also a power that is the most effective on the opposite gender rather than females.
  ↪ Drawback: Her visage may not be accurate and it is also temporary. It's rather easy for a person to see through the glamour since the look is the only thing that changes. If Felicity doesn't do the correct mannerism or behaviour, it ruins everything. Unless the person doesn't already have a significant other. This helps acquire attention for her charm-speak on a good note.
  
  Skills & Abilities: 11. French: Fee was not one to know languages, however, when she got claimed she could understand, write and speak the French language fluently.
  
  2. Fashion Taste: All the beauty pageants and modelling gigs that Fee experienced allowed her a good knowledge of what is fashionably acceptable or not. That and her natural instinct is to simply evaluate a person and give ideas depending on their liking!
  
  Weapon: An arm bracelet in the shape of rose buds that takes shape into a whip with celestial bronze thorns and a rose shaped hilt. (courtesy of Marissa)

  Life before Camp Halfblood

  Felicity Grace was born to a Chief Executive Officer to a filming company renowned through Beverly Hills and a supposedly famous stylist of a mother that she had never come face to face with. However, her father, when she was born, was already happily married to Diane Grace, who worked with him as his private secretary. In addition, even though they were half-siblings, she was the youngest among them. Before her, there were all of Diane's children which were a set of twin girls and an older brother. How did Felicity come to play in this game?
  
  One night, her father was working late and he got an offer to attend a gala in order to increase the chances for them to hire a new stylist on their sets as one of them. On that night, Patrick took his CCO who was the mother of her future best friend, Ms Varela, as they were also neighbours and set off to this night. A night that both parties would surely never forget. In fact, the pair were approached by two stylists, not just one. That seemed too good to be true. The female was one of the most exquisite. They all agreed to see them separately for a more effective one-to-one. From that moment on, Patrick was unsure what had happened. All he remembered was that a month later, the same female stylist, who had gotten the job, showed up at his office stating that she was pregnant with his child and threatened to sue if he did not help her. Patrick together with Diane seemed to conveniently agree to raise the child as if she was their own. Still unaware of what was going on. Nonetheless, both Patrick and Diane took Felicity like their own (technically she was still half theirs, Patrick's).
  
  Celebrity name-dropping, designer clothes, lavish vacations and personal spa treatments are just a few things off the list that Felicity had on a daily basis. Fee was simply born into a life of luxury that she could have not avoided. Being the youngest, she always got the attention of her parents if not more. That being said, from a very young age, even though she was blonde like the rest of them, something did not feel right. In fact, she was the closest with the son of her father's partner, Damon. The Varelas were also their neighbours. So Felicity and Damon have been together ever since they were in diapers. Fee felt closer to him than she did her own blood. Fee and her siblings always had their own private schools, rides so on and so forth. Hence, the queen bee status prevailed rather easily. It did not even matter whether they did well academically. Let's face it, the school was not something that she had on her mind, it was the least of her problems whether she failed or not. Who needed school when you had looks? Ever since they were little, the powerful duo always wanted to set off into the catwalk and never looked back, not learning how to do calculus... That being said, the pair did not hesitate to take advantage of taking over the school and inspiring other students with their stunning looks and perfect skin. They were the talk of the school. In fact, her father knew that she wanted to be a model and so he enrolled her in beauty pageants from a very young age. Her stepmother and Damon would always attend with her. She knew she had her No.1 fan with her at all times. She even encouraged him to start with her, as he does to her every single day. Felicity always won and her trophies all lay on her bedroom shelves she had no place left.
  
  One day when she and Damon were playing with the twins, she noticed that Fallon, one of the twins, had stolen Fee's favourite dress. She was fumed as the little teen she was. At that moment, with her annoyance, she told her sister to take it off. Without hesitation, Fallon took it off and ended up in her underwear outside. Fee was confused as to why she obeyed when they always contrasted each other. Her stepmother was angry at Fee, partly because she humiliated her daughter. As she went into her teens, terrible news hit her. Her worst fear has struck. The company was bankrupt. Her parents began having financial difficulties. The luxury started decreasing instantly as she had to start attending 'normal gross' private schools. Fee did not want to resort to that and she asked Patrick whether she could go out to pursue her modelling career. He approved of it and she was sent to her first modelling gig in New York, with her father's most trusted advisor who was very funny looking. This was very heartbreaking, especially since she could not be with Damon anymore. They made it a point to keep in touch and did their best to do so even if the schedule got busy. However, he knew where she was at all times in case shit hit the fan. They allowed their tracking especially since weird things started happening. Fee stated whenever she was angry, scared or sad, whatever she so suggests, the person does. Especially if they were male. That, and the fact that she feels like she was being followed all the time.

  Life to and at Camp Half Blood

  As she was speaking with her father's adviser, he seemed wary. He rushed her out, luckily they had a clean exit. However, halfway there she went to look for her phone and she had forgotten it. She wanted to go back, all she wanted was to call Damon. She regretted the decision to ever be sent off every growing day.
  
  However, as they continued motioning safely through the woods, she noticed a group of people and an odd man much like her current companion. Amidst them, she noticed one person from miles away. It was Damon. She rushed to his arms and gave him a tight squeeze. Out of all the circumstances, she did not imagine that they were to reunite like this.
  
  At the age of thirteen, Felicity arrived Camp Half-Blood and it was then that her life took a huge toss-and-turn. It was nothing compared to what she was used to. Her first-class mansion was now a bunked camp house. Her walk-in closet was now a trunk and a small half a closet. It was a nightmare. A nightmare that was completely evaporated when she saw the sight of her best friend, her unbiological brother. To top it off, the second that both kids stepped into camp together, later that night, Fee experienced a glow beyond any other. Beauty and desire radiated from her as a rose appeared on her forearm. Aphrodite has claimed her. Claimed her with additional beauty. To her surprise, Damon was claimed by Eros. Aphrodite's son. Fee couldn't help but think they were born together, to watch over each other, and have one another. Damon's happiness and contentment have always been her top priorities. She couldn't bare with herself if she ever saw sadness or anger on that pretty face. Ever since that day, the pair became inseparable.
  
  In her third year, devastating news came to the Aphrodite Cabin. They lost a sister in a quest, their head counsellor. All the cabin was in shock and grieving. By default and experience at the time, Fee got the head counsellor of Cabin 10. It was a boost to her popularity and with the help of her No.1 fan, they combined their skills fashion knowledge and matchmaking knowledge to the test and started their own business. They even built a shrine for their operations.

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  Narcissa Katerina Douglas.

  age

  Sixteen (16).

  gender

  Female.

  sexuality

  Bisexual.

  date of birth

  October 30th.

  Godly Parent

  Nyx, Goddess of Night.

  "Let me just stop trying, let me just stop fighting ..."

  camp status.

  All year round camper / Only Nyx Representant.
  
  

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  One Year.
  
  

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  You don't know - Katheryn Tarver.
  
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  Jet Black in colour. Usually keeps her hair loose. Her hair is naturally thin and straight, hanging down to her mid-back. She loves to keep it loose to cover herself from the daylight as much as possible. That being said, she loves the occasional bottom waves.

  eyes

  Hooded shaped, very light blue almost silver in colour due to lack of pigmentation.

  body

  Nyssa is very short for her age. She had a growth spurt when she was younger but then stopped for the time being. The female can be noticeably very pale, almost white-skinned as well as her eyes. Both her eyes and skin can be sensitive to light, sunlight in particular. Her hair contradicts them in colour and it makes her stand out more against her porcelain skin. Her frame is quite that of an hourglass but not that curvy. Her style can be very casual and tend to alter to grunge. She does not opt for light colours as that tend to clash with her pale skin and make her appear very funny. Her favourite colour pallette tends to be blacks, greys and reds. She is not one to expose a lot of skin for obvious reasons during the day but other than that she is not one to pay attention to detail when it comes to fashion. As long as she is wearing something that covers, she is good. In addition, she had to keep her colours dark to match her prescribed photophobic sunglasses.

  mods

  A tattoo of a cresent moon and two stars symbolising Nyx when she got claimed. In addition, Nyssa can be found wearing dark sunglasses to be able to see properly in the light, given her eyes are photo-phobic. In fact, her eyes are so light in colour that they are also her distinguishing feature. Nyssa now has a pair of talon marks on each of her shoulders, courtesy of harpy.

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    Art (Sketching) | Cricket Noises | Vintage | Smell of Leather | Romance | Late night walks/adventures with her friends | Hellhounds | Looking at the stars | Lullabies | Fencing.

    dislikes

    Trying to sleep | Pinks | Seafood | Losing control of her emotions | Harpies | Seeing her friends get hurt | Light Sources (mainly sunlight) | Migraines | Her Insomnia | Not being able to defend herself.
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    Narcissa was very fond of drawing and making sketches whenever she felt down or depressed. It was her way of telling her stories. Her art was the way her godly mother used to speak with her so it was her way to communicate with her. In addition, Nyssa took fencing classes from a young age which allowed her some form of stress exertion whenever she needed to focus on herself. She loved the sophistication and lack of violence. It was her outlet.
    
    

    habits

    
    1. No matter if it is winter or summer, sunny or not, Nyssa has to constantly wear her prescribed photochromic/light sensitive glasses in order for her eyesight to be reasonable. Otherwise, it will simply cause her retinas to burn in pain.
    
    2. Nyssa tends to have tendencies similar to vampires when it comes to sleeping. She barely gets shut eyes, especially at night because it tends to become overwhelming due to being able to be aware of the creatures that come out to play at night. In this regard, whenever she could find the chance, she would try to sleep throughout the day. If the camp activities let her.

  personality

  (+) Loyal: Given that she does not have many people she considers friends, when she has, she has proven to be quite loyal to them. Nyssa has made a couple of close friends throughout this new journey at camp. From their aid, a friendship blossomed and she is now forever grateful as not many people are. She trusts and her loyalties lie with those close to her, even if they are in the wrong. It is like having a loyal guard dog by your side, she will love, treat you with respect, laugh and even cry with you.
  
  (+) Determination: Despite being told that she was not good enough, she tries her utmost to not let it break her spirit. Deep down she always strives to be her best. Someone out there will know and notice her potential. If not, it is a victory for herself to not be put down. If she sets herself a goal, she achieves it. Kind of how she became good at her art and fencing.
  
  (+) Flexible: Nyssa, in both physical and non-physical forms, tends to be quite flexible. She is able to adapt to any changes made and is not bothered by them. Especially if they are changes made for the better. She is not one to follow routines but rather adapt to what has to be done at that particular time of day. Her sleeping schedule, or lack of it, states this quite well. She has a knack for improvising more than anything
  
  (+) Artistic: She spent most of her life orienting and dissolving herself in her artwork, especially when she has sleepless nights. She has quite a knack for sketching and drawing anything that comes to mind, as well as coming up with her own concepts. True, she cannot implement her sketches but at least the ideas are there. She loves to draw her thoughts and communicate through her art.
  
  (+) Agile: From her years practising fencing, she learned how to be quick on her feet and react to situations in the quickest time possible. True she was weak physically but at least she had the speed and reaction time to compensate for it. Swift and precise is always the way to go in her books.
  
  (-) Jealousy: Being always second best in everyone's eyes has become the tipping point. She was second best in her father's eyes compared to her sister. She was kept alone, labelled as a freak just because she is always wearing sunglasses, even in winter. Nyssa's dream is to fit in. So whenever she sees something she longs for, instead of working for it - she results in jealousy.
  
  (-) Shy: Narcissa is quite a shy person. Not having many interactions in her childhood, she had the lack of interaction needed to form potential friendships. She was so used to being in the background - a shadow. First moves are rare to come from her end and she tends to seclude herself without even knowing due to this.
  
  (-) Fragile: The female is not only fragile physically due to her conditions but she can be vulnerable even emotionally. Narcissa is still learning how to interact with people so to some she can come off as strange or over-emotional. She is not one that demands protection but she needs it till she comes out of her shell. Even though she would not admit it. She lacks the confidence in herself that she needs.
  
  (-) Untrusting: As much as she is loyal, in order to acquire that loyalty first must come the worth of it. Past experiences of letting people in that simply made fun of her behind her back were quite hurtful for the teen. For this reason, Nyssa has a hard time trusting others. It's not caused her wants to but it was her defence mechanism to shield herself.
  
  (-) Lack of Attention: Nyssa has the attention span of a goldfish sometimes. This has been brought up by her insomniac traits. Her lack of sleep, more like the inability to sleep at night she has been suffering to sleep, causes her not to stay focused. Sometimes it leads to her missing some details or even becoming unaware of what was going on at that point in time. She hopes that when she actually gets proper sleep, this will start to minimise.
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  Leon Douglas

  Mortal Father - Nyssa has a complicated with her father. She has always fought for his attention as long as she could remember but he barely gave her the time of day. All she ever wanted was to be accepted and seen as her and not some shadow to follow her sister around. Nothing she ever did was good enough. The fact that he never spoke about her mother and only Estelle's mother, pained her. It was like, they were both a mistake to him.

  Nyx

  Godly Mother - Even though she had never met her mother due to her being godly, she has never felt closer to anyone else. Knowing that she was watching over her from time to time, a goddess ironically did a better job than her mortal father who was with her every single day. She sent her signals through her artwork and she had sent her the path to her somewhat freedom by directing her to CHB. In fact, it did not take Nyx long to claim her child, two months in CHB.

  Estelle Douglas

  Eldest Half-Sister - What was supposed to be Nyssa's shining idol is now Nyssa's nightmare. Estelle always tried to build a bond with Nyssa but she always seemed to shut her out. Each time Nyssa looks at her, she sees everything that she is not. Everything that father wants. She can never be that, so her response was to shut her out. As much as she wanted to be accepted, she did not really want to change herself. She tried to love herself as much as possible.

  Elijah Wright

  Best Friend/Companion - Her first actual friend. Encountering each other a year ago, running away from harpies on their way to CHB. Combining unknown power to escape. If it wasn't for him she would have probably been chowed down. Both grew closer throughout the year and they got to know each other, doing mini adventures together to help keep her mind off the fact she could not sleep. She has a soft spot for him, something more than they already are. She appreciates how he has grown to care for her and how he creates shadows just so she won't suffer in the sunlight just because she cannot shield herself as she is still controlling her power. He is the Danny to her Sam and also the other owner of their Hellhound pup, Anubis.

  Adrian Martin

  Best Friend - Adrian gladly helped her and Elijah heal after he found them collapsed by the border. He helped them settle in camp. She was totally unaware of what this world held, what had happened or what demigods were for that matter. The male had explained everything from top to bottom and made sure that his fellow newcomers were welcomed and felt at home every step of the way. As they like to say, 'Darkness sticks together, right?'. Nowadays, Adrian is a very close person in her life, he cares for her like an older brother would and he is the source of her rationale and the mature half of her brain. She wouldn't know how to navigate if it was not for him.

  Hani Blake

  Good Friend - Hani is one of those friends that he is the silent antisocial type like herself. She appreciates that he checks up on her and her friends as he relates to them a lot. He always offered his getaway for Darkness trio hangouts which tended to be fun and a nice get-together experience. Although Nyssa is a bit wary of his firepower, it had proven to be quite useful when it came to advice on Anubis. It was also very scary how he and Adrian looked so much alike.

  Willow Davies

  Friend - Unlike most people, Willow is a very calming presence to be around. Nyssa when desperate enough to sleep through the chatter of the night, she always tries to follow any tips she gives her and sometimes she helped lull her to sleep when her insomnia skips at least the third day.

  Violet Evslin

  Friend (Complicated) - Despite sharing a lot in common, specifically their lack of sleep, Narcissa tended to avoid her. She does it with no other intention but because since she radiated literal sunlight without control sometimes, it could potentially harm the daughter of darkness due to her condition. In fact, Nyssa was unaware how much she was hurting Vi with her avoidance that Adrian had to play middle man and Nyssa explained why she avoided her. If there was some sort of intermediate between them or more control from both parties, Nyssa would love to be her friend.

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  Godly Powers/Weapons

  Power #1: Darkness Summoning/Teleportaion (conjunction with Shadow Travel).
  Nyssa has the ability to summon a cloud of darkness and can teleport through the shadows and darkness. Merging herself with them in the process.
  
  Limitations/Drawbacks:
  ↪ Limitations: This only works if she physically touches shadows and it only works with connecting shadows, unless aided.
  ↪ Drawbacks: The longer the distance the more energy strain for her it is. It would be ideal to have an actual shadow traveller to aid her as she can supply the darkness as a source.
  
  Power #2: Nocturnal Call.
  Narcissa has the ability to communicate telepathically with the creatures of the night.
  
  Limitations/Drawbacks:
  ↪ Limitation: This is only limited to the animals that are nocturnal, such as owls, bats, fireflies so on so forth.
  ↪ Drawback: Despite the nice company for her sleepless nights, when she does try to sleep sometimes she can hear the nocturnal life just chit-chatting if nearby.
  
  Skills & Abilities: 1. Night Vision/Aura: Being the child of the goddess of night, Nyssa has better eyesight if it were pitch black and dark rather than in light. The female is naturally much more durable and gets less tired when it's night rather than the day, the fact that she is not constantly in pain by daylight.
  
  2. Fencing: The female is not that much of a combatant. However, from years and years of practice, she acquired the skill of fencing and all the movements that come with it. The only difference now is that her rapier actually cuts through things.
  
  Weapon: A black bracelet with onyx in the middle which elongates into her stygian rapier.

  Life before Camp Halfblood

  Narcissa is the daughter of Leon Douglas, a single father to two young girls and a business to manage. His family ran a successful real estate business which was located in America and operated worldwide. He decided that life in America was not for him and so he moved to Europe, all the way to France where his online sweetheart was. In fact, Leon agreed to run the branch of the company that was in Europe in return.
  
  The man had a happy life, he got the girl, he had a successful business and to top it off, he also had his firstborn daughter, Estelle. Due to this pregnancy, his short-lived moment of romance in the relationship had to be sealed with a wedding for the tradition of not having a baby out of wedlock. In fact, by the age Estelle was five, all was running smoothly till his wife was simply falling out of the marriage. Leon would come home late at night and simply not find her there. She used to take Estelle out and leave him alone almost every night. It was not until a few weeks later that she approached him with a divorce and filed for custody of Estelle. You see, Amelia, the mother to her sister, was a known alcoholic at times and when shit hit the fan, she was sent spiralling. In fact, Leon had signed the divorce papers to accommodate her wishes but he did not let the custody go. Estelle was his whole heart and he was not about to lose her like that. In fact, he won that battle fair and square after Amelia's apartment was checked and the alcoholic was not a fit. When Leon had only Estelle with him, the pressure of raising a child by himself and managing a business was accumulating. In fact, he got a hold of his father who had accepted him back home, in New York. From there, Estelle had a 24/7 watch from her grandparents.
  
  He had started going out and he met a white-haired female that accompanied him. They had started talking. Her mystery struck Leon and they kept talking on and off. Until one night. The pair had found themselves secluded and alone and one thing led to another and this mystery woman, Nyla (as she introduced herself), had gotten pregnant from the lack of attention from his end (or so he thought). Leon had hit a panic level, he had no choice but to look over the woman who wanted to keep the child, his daughter and his business.
  
  Despite being unplanned and abandoned, as her father had told her, Narcissa had a pretty nice childhood. Full-filled, somewhat. She was the youngest of two daughters, who was five years older than her. Despite not being wanted and not having the same mother as Estelle had, Leon tried his best not to outcast his youngest. He tried to give her all she wanted to simply keep her content and quiet. However, it was evident that Estelle was his favourite. His golden child. Perfect in every way. He had a lot in mind for his precious gem. And what did he have for her? Oh yeah. Nothing. Narcissa couldn't help but feel underappreciated no matter what she did. It was exhausting. That being said, Nyssa was only very young to understand what the single father went through. In her father's eyes, Narcissa was nothing but troubled. Rebellious and always trying to start things up for his attention. When in reality, she was quite responsible regarding her action but her looks blinded him.
  
  The fact that she was born with a defect, really irked Leon. Cissa was born with photo-phobia. Her eyes, specifically her retinas were photo-phobic and were extremely sensitive to sunlight or any fluorescent light will cause her chronic headaches and lack of sight. Hence her father deemed her a freak for having to wear sunglasses almost 24/7. It was painful for the little girl. Even at school, Narcissa was often an outcast and called out by her peers for her looks, always compared to being a freak like her father says or looking like a ghost at how pale she was. Given she had quite a rough social life due to her defect and home life, she felt secluded. From there, she tried to distract her thoughts with sketching. She started sketching various different drawings that were oriented to darkness. Mostly involved starry skies, bright moons and other scenarios revolving around the night ambience. She felt at peace. That was until her father started to disturb her to do this because her sister had to study. That was the only thing she was good at. Chores. One fine day, she requested her father to start training in fencing. She had tried it in school and she quite enjoyed it. Leon had no objection, it meant less time at home. In fact, it was where Nyssa tried to explode her anger. In an elegant dance of fencing. During these times of feeling alone, she often found that the drawings in her room have been altered, for example, the shading was darkened, and the moon was marked. She was unaware of how this was happening. One day, when she was fourteen, she had been practising for quite a while and wanted to show her newly acquired skills. Leon watched and was unfazed. He told her that those skills were never going to come in useful, he wanted her to advance scholar-wise. That was the cherry on top of the cake. Nyssa ran up to her room crying.

  Life to and at Camp Half Blood

  Amidst the crying she started noticing her room getting darker, like a mist of darkness. She was unsure of what it was. However, as she calmed down it seemed to have disappeared. On her desk she noticed a note and a small bracelet, 'Take this gift and go to this address, you will finally be at home. -N'.
  
  With that Narcissa wore the bracelet. She was unsure who N was and what the bracelet was for. However, she grabbed her backpack and set out the window. The address was near, it was nighttime, the perfect time to go out. She didn't leave any notes, she just disappeared. The female was on her way towards the address when she started hearing screeches in the distance. Nyssa ignored them and continued till the path seemed to have ended. She had to walk off the road. However, all of a sudden, the screeches seemed to get closer as she saw a big bird-like creature swoop down at her. Narcissa was shaken and confused at what just happened. It didn't seem it was targeting her. As she continued to walk amongst the trees, the bird-like creature came for seconds as it swooped down again. In a moment of panic, the bracelet took the form of a rapier and slashed its wing without knowing. With that the harpy was infuriated and focused on Nyssa as she started running off, panicked. She tried to outrun it and thanks to her agility she did. She tried to hide behind a tree, and a cloud of darkness started to form again on top of her head without even knowing. The female was trying her best to remain quiet, hoping she ditched it. Dawn was approaching and that was not a good sign for Nyssa. As she was hiding the sun was slowly making its way through the trees, as she heard a second screech. There were two of them.
  
  Out of nowhere, she felt someone approach her, a male who looked her age. He looked like he was escaping the attack as a screech was heard right above them. The male insisted that she went with him for safety. And fast. Nyssa was scared she agreed and they started running off. However, as the sun started to rise, Nyssa could feel herself weakening and falling a little behind. The male noticed that the harpy was going to swoop down for the grab, Nyssa felt the sharp pain of talons grabbing her shoulders and the male's hand to pull her. At that moment, a small darkness of cloud appear and the pair warped inside it and moved quite a distance before they showed up at a spot (on the edge of the border of the camp) as she collapsed in the safe zone, the last thing she saw when she passed out was the male getting slashed by the harpy's companion in the back and him collapsing right next to her. Everything went quiet, dark.
  
  Being found by someone on camp, she remembers waking up and regaining most of her strength. Unlike her new friend who had a giant slash in the middle of his back. She was so worried about him that she visited him in the infirmary every day till he regained consciousness. As things got better, she got to know his name, Elijah and they started becoming really good friends as the years progressed, together with their saviour, Adrian as they became one and the same. The Darkness trio. That being said, one night, she and Elijah were running in the middle of the night right by the border when a puppy was along their path. A hellhound. That saved them behind when they were about to get hunted once again. They took the pup in and named him Anubis. They wanted to try and train him together.
  
  Inching towards a year at Camp Half-Blood, she has gotten more in touch with embracing her dormant powers. She has never felt a closer connection to her mother. Even though not in touch, whenever she uses her powers she simply feels her presence in the embrace through the darkness of night. Especially now that she had been claimed by Nyx herself. That being said, she is also coming to grips with what having actual friends is meant to be like through two of her now closest friends.

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  Bran

  full name

  Brandon Craig Delmore.

  age

  Eighteen (18).

  gender

  Male.

  sexuality

  Heterosexual.

  date of birth

  June 21st.

  Godly Parent

  Poseidon, God of Sea.

  "When the world is calling out your name, Begging you to fight ..."

  camp status.

  All year round camper / Head Counselor.
  
  

  camp years.

  Eight Years.
  
  

  theme song.

  Legends Never Die - Against the Current.
  
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  Five feet and Eleven inches.

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  One Hundred and Thirty-Six pounds.

  hair

  Jet Black in colour. Brandon treats his hair as if it was his own child. Which is in a way. Given he is constantly swimming and training, his hair was mainly always wet. He washes it everyday and has his own little routine going on there. He does not like for it to be disrupted until his hair is soft, flowy and perfectly waved. His black hair looked like silk and he loves to keep it at a certain length that fits his facial features perfectly.

  eyes

  Almond shaped, chocolate brown in colour.

  body

  His body is his temple. Bran started training from a very young age and his body has been on the verge of fit for most of his childhood. As he started developing, his body got more toned, more muscled. He is the epitome of a gym rat minus all the intakes. He tries to keep himself active most of the time. He likes to take the time to take care of it as he is quite neat when it comes to his appearance. He loves being pleasant in the eyes. Brandon is not keen on having too many clothes on. He would rather be shirtless most of the time and have his good old swimming trunks ready for the jump. If he had to have a style, it would be some short and an open Hawaiian style shirt with his beaded necklace. The thinner the fabric, the better. He occasionally wears trainers but he loves to opt for flip flops. He does not like the restraint that clothing puts on him.

  mods

  Brandon distinguishing feature is his finely toned body that he is certainly not afraid to show as well as his hair. That being said, Brandon has four claw marks that stayed along the bottom right of his torso whilst he was protecting Meredith from the hellhounds when they were kids. In addtion he has three tattoos: 1 on his right bicep & 2 on the side of his right leg with his mother's initials underneath. Apart from those, he bears the mark of the trident as a symbol of his father and 3 on his lower left arm.
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  • likes & dislikes

    misc

    likes

    Sailing | Routines | Equines | Sun | Hair (mostly his) | Surfing | Swimming | Looking Good | Mirrors | Sunbathing | Open buttoned shirts (Hawaiian print) | Horse-riding | Meditation.

    dislikes

    Hellhounds | Cold | Loudness | Fire | Comrades falling | Murky Water | Brocolli | His meditation disturbed | People seeing him vulnerable | Ego being bruised | Infirmaries/Medications.
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    hobbies

    
    Living life out on a boat with his mother, his hobbies mainly revolved a lot around water. Mainly it is either sailing the seas or swimming around the island. As long at involved the water he was game. He also loved to surf whenever the waves would hit perfectly. Apart from that, he loves to keep himself in the best shape positive. This regard, he loved to train and follow his gym routine. When he got into camp, he started noticing the new communication with water creatures and equines. When he met Aquilon, she was his aspiration to learn how to ride.
    
    

    habits

    
    1. He cannot pass by a mirror or a surface with his reflection for one second and not stop to look at himself. Especially to fix his hair. He usually compliments himself and end it with a wink before resuming to what he was doing.
    
    2. Due to the fact that he cannot sit still sometimes and his impatient nature, he tends to either bounce his leg a little when sitting or even tries to fidget with something, usually he occupies his hand by scratching himself.

  personality

  (+) Daring: Brandon is a well trained fighter and has been ever since he stepped into camp. Even before, even though he did not have the skills to back it up, he is very brave when it comes to defending. His natural instinct of acting on people not to suffer instead of him just flips a switch and will instantly go on defense mode in order not to endanger anyone else. He will face danger anytime if it means keeping his loved ones safe.
  
  (+) Loyal: The man is the epitome of a guard dog when it comes to the people he cares for and calls friends. He will stick by their side no matter what. He may not show it but when times get rough, he is always there in his own way. Need a friend? Need an ear? Need a swim? Need a laugh? Brandon tried his utmost best to show his loyalties in battle more than ever. If it came to choosing sides, he would always fight for the Greeks.
  
  (+) Courteous: Brandon, even though he can be oblivious, he is quite the gentleman. Especially to all the ladies out there. It is ingrained in him to be polite. Some may misinterpret it as being a flirt or trying to get into someone's skirt. However, he is genuinely a nice guy when it comes to common courtesy. He did live with his mother so some tricks of the trade were passed down to him to never mistreat a lady.
  
  (+) Strong: While his brain was not his power, his body was. He treats his body as if it was his temple. Given the intense amount of hours he spent training and swimming, he started building a high level of endurance and stamina. He is very hard to power down physically and can withstand almost any humane condition from the outside. He can easily lift, move and manage things if he wishes to. With that comes the beauty of it all. That being said, he is also very strong willed and cannot be nullified. If he sets a target, that was it. He wouldn't stop until that was reached.
  
  (+) Leadership: True, he is not one to start or concoct battle plans or plan of actions but given all his traits the man can lead. If he has a plan of action to stick to, he will assure that this plan is fulfilled in the quickest way possible and as efficiently as possible. Especially when it came to leading quests. He was always one to be up front, especially to shelter his comrades. He would not back down if he had steps to follow. Sure he can act on impulse but sometimes, plans do not always work word to word.
  
  (-) Simple: Brandon is not the smartest cookie out there. He can be quite simple in terms of others with a higher intellect. All he ever did in life was train and swim. So he stuck to that. Anything other than things he does not know, he can be oblivious to them and refuses to waste energy to learn about them unless there is something in return. Effort is given to those that deserve it. He gets called water brain most of the time as his brain mainly consists of such.
  
  (-) Vain: The man is handsome and he sure as hell knows it. He does not fail to compliment himself and his physique. He cannot pass by a reflective surface and not stop to look at himself from time to time. His narcissistic tendencies do get the best of him most of the time. The way he thinks about it is, he worked hard for his good looks so it was okay to flaunt them. Especially, his hair.
  
  (-) Reckless: Just as he can be brave, that braveness can mean acting on his impulse. He does not think twice about anything really. If he has a thought then that is what he will do. Even it puts himself at risk. He does not think, he acts. It was not the first time that he jumped off a cliff into the waters when he was out with his mother and surely did not hesitate in the face of a sea serpent either.
  
  (-) Obstinate: He really thinks highly of his own opinion. He loves it so it is always the way to go. Brandon can be very stubborn about someone trying to change his opinion, mainly because he hates change. He is scared of changes. He is so used to having things done in a certain way that if something or someone comes to disturb that process or routine, he will highly disagree.
  
  (-) Impatient: Going hand in hand with being reckless, Brandon is not one known to be patient. This often feeds into his impulsive behavior and rash decision making. It is not like Brandon to wait for one hour if it only needed ten minutes tops for a job to be completed. In this regard, he is not one to enjoy surprises as most probably the anxiety and overdrive in his system would lead to him blowing up.
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  Mortal Mother - Brandon has only known his mother for his whole life. She was the one that stuck by his side no matter what. He forever cherishes her and is still plagued by thoughts of her. He went to check on her, the female was still alive but she had told him that she needed to continue her life at sea. He respected that and held onto her. Till they saw each other again. He knowns where his mother loves to sail. He will visit her should he get the chance to reunite.

  Poseidon

  Godly Father - Although not seeing eye to eye with his father, he knows that he always watched over his mother and for that he respected him. He could tell he had a soft spot for her and knowing his mother is at sea, his father's realm, he knew she was safe. Brandon never asked any favors of his father, just that. Whenever he did try to speak to him. So far, he seemed to have listened. He tolerates him and that stops there.

  Star Schaeffer

  Best Friend - His Scamp. Star is Brandon's best friend from Day 1. He met her one time when he rescued her falling from a pegasus and it kept happening and happening. They bonded over her love for pegasi and his ability to understand them. At first there was an inkling that they wanted to date but it quickly went away and realised their bond is more brotherly and sisterly than ever, even though their interest was there. However, they tend to get mistaken as together, given how close they are to one another. They did make a promise that if they had no romantic relationship by the age of 20, they would definitely look back at the dating option. The pair can be the most scatterbrained and oblivious you might see together but he cares about her deeply.

  Meredith Scott

  Good Friend - His flower girl (or Water Lily). She was part of the search party that had come to his rescue when he was on his way to camp. He remembered his instinct to jump in between her and the hellhound to avoid another death on his hands. They were not that close when they were young but as they both flourished, their chemistry started growing and they were found talking most of the time. They bonded over small favors like watering her plants and they kept getting closer. She was indeed easy on the eyes.

  Victor Weiss

  Good Friend - Although not the best of friends due to their family feuds, Brandon and Victor can close one eye and consider each other friends for the best of the camp. They shared the burden of the Big 3 status on their shoulders and they united most of the time to make sure that all threats are avoided. They were both formidable fighters to begin with. The pair however, are total opposites and can bicker like brothers if given the chance. Despite not seeing eye to eye on many instances they both calm down and listen to reason whenever they meet a climax in their arguments.

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  Godly Powers/Weapons

  Power #1: Hydrokinesis (Water Manipulation)
  Brandon has the ability to manipulate water at his will and can even solidify it to make it take the shape he wants it to be. Sometimes he can also form air bubbles around anyone that is incapable of breathing under water.
  
  Limitations/Drawbacks:
  ↪ Limitations: He can only manipulate water when it is in its liquid state and in its natural form. He cannot manipulate ice or evaporating vapor unless it forms into droplets.
  ↪ Drawbacks: Conjuring his own water will drain him much more faster than using already present water around him. When creating air bubbles, it is temporary like having an oxygen tank.
  
  Power #2: Call of Poseidon
  Brandon can communicate both verbally and telepathically to creatures that are inhabiting the realm of the seas as well as all equine species.
  
  Limitations/Drawbacks:
  ↪ Limitation: This communication is limited to equine creatures and aquatic creatures.
  ↪ Drawback: Given he has no idea how to block them out when he needs them to shut up, his brain can be overpowered and can cause intense headaches for the most overwhelming of times.
  
  Skills/Abilities: 1. Water Enhanced: Given he is a child of the sea, water gives him certain passive abilities when in the presence of it. Mainly two things, he can breathe underwater with no issues and can self heal slowly as long as his body is in physical contact with any form of water.
  
  2. Sailing: Brandon lived his life on the sea with his mother. He knows how to sail boats and navigate when in the middle of the oceans. It was a skill he acquired both by himself and through the aid of his father. It was as if the coordinates showed up for him. However, on land, he is hopeless.
  
  3. Warrior: Apart from anything, given his status, Brandon trained to defend himself with the best of his abilities. He is a natural born fighter and strives his best on acting on the strong defense rather than offense.
  
  Weapon: A beaded bracelet that can elongated into a spear with a celestial tip blade. The shaft has a spiral of water streaming around it for emergency use. He usually uses it to solidify it and turns it into his shield.

  Life before Camp Halfblood

  Brandon was born to a beautiful redhead, Tamara Delmore. His mother was one to live as near as the seas as possible. She owned a boat house that was located near a pier that allowed her to go out sailing from time to time and host one of the funkiest boat parties one has ever laid eyes on. Tamara was always the life of the party wherever she went. By day she was this swimming instructor working in the local pool and by night she would be a hostess of some of the most known parties. The red head one night was so drunk and so unaware that she had caught the eye of one fine bachelor. He claimed to be some god but she was so intoxicated she laughed it out and thought he was bluffing. He was a real casanova indeed. The female was always looking for fun and she was quite free spirited. In fact, that night went out like a blur. She remembered drinking, the music and the guy. However, there were so many pieces in her mind. She woke up in a quite messed up couch and clothes all over.
  
  Must have been a wild night.
  
  However, as she was about to stand on her feet, she went to get some aspirin and near it was a piece of paper stating an address, an address that indicated that she would have to give it to someone when the time came. She did not know what that meant but she only knew one person that was there late. The claimed god. Tam scoffed at it and kept it in a drawer and tried to shape up for work. After a month or so, when she was heading to training, she was feeling a bit nauseous and even faint. In fact, she had called in sick. Seeing that she was late for three days, she remembered that she may have had the possibility of a hook up back then. In fact, after her test, she was in fact positive. She was pregnant with a baby boy. Upon that, the same man made his presence known by paying her a visit. He wanted to give her the right to know and what dangers she was to face if she kept the kid. Despite that, she still wanted to keep the innocent soul.
  
  Upon being born, by the time, Tamara had decided she quit her job and set out to a life at sea. Just her and her demi-god son. Brandon was aware that his father could not be present because he was a captain and he sailed a lot for his work. Hence, it did not work out between them. He believed that to be true even though they were practically doing the same thing. Tamara resorted to fishing in hopes of earning coin with all the catches and she even taught Bran how to swim and it became his pleasure. Whenever he could, Brandon could swim for hours. It was then when Tamara noticed her son had powers embedded within him. Brandon would jump off the boat and go for swims that lasted hours... underwater. Without going up to breathe. It was his quiet place... to think. When he was just seven years of age, him and his mother were enjoying a nice afternoon swim when they saw something lurk underneath them. Brandon had alerted his mother and told her to go up the boat, he would catch up.
  
  The boy spent all of his life from that young of an age, training and swimming. He may have lacked school knowledge but he was definitely not lacking in strength. As his mother was on her way, this sea serpent rushed up in front of them, separating him from his mother. While his mother made it safely to the boat, he was trying to evade the attacks. He was so small compared to it but it was as if the water was giving him a natural boost. He kept swimming fastly in a pattern till he reached the boat, he left the sea serpent tangled and actually ended up on the boat. Driving off the boat away to shore. That was the time that Tamara decided it was back to dry land for them. He was not safe. Or so she thought. From the day they sat foot on land again, near Long Island, Tam started home-schooling him. She knew he excelled at physical activities but she did not want her son to suffer from lack of education. Brandon was not the brightest of stars out there but learning to read and write was a great challenge for him. He handled things his way most of the time and that was physically. In fact, Tamara had enrolled him to start going to the pool where she taught to keep an eye out on him

  Life to and at Camp Half Blood

  As he was about to turn twelve, it was when hell broke loose. Literally. They were on a nice day by the beach. He heard growls. Not one, not two but three of them. Tamara was unaware of this but as she saw Brandon uncomfortable she asked. To his disbelief, his mother believed him and all she told him was to run. And so he did.
  
  He ran deep into the forest by shore. In fact, he could still hear the growls but not them. As he was running, one of them jumped him and as he saw the dog, his mouth was on fire. It felt warm, scorching even. Brandon hit panic mode as he tried wrestling off of him. His claws were digging deep into his flesh as he tried to grab sticks nearby. As it was about to bite him he shielded it by separating its jaws with the stick, avoiding the bite. A rush of rage took over and knocked it off of him as he stood up and continued running. Going closer, the hellhounds chased faster and kept trying to lounge at him. He tried to escape but he tried climbing up a tree as he could see them group up beneath him. As he was trying to rest up he heard a group of kids his age come in for the attack, being led by a satyr. He tried to warn them of the hell hounds but to no avail, they attacked. Brandon jumped down from the tree in hopes to help them but they had lost two people. It was him, the satyr and two others. As the third was about to go down, Bran felt an instinct and jumped in front of her, earning a slash to the chest that hurt like hell. He clutched his abdomen and let out a low grunt, grabbing a sword of one of the fallen heros. Struggling to get to his feet, he tried his best to defend and attack but all that was needed was a pierce to the chest and they went to ash.
  
  The party went back to Camp. In fact, that was Brandon's new home for the past six years. The satyr being there was no coincidence but the camp caught wind of a possible child of Poseidon that was meant to reach camp. The search party was successful. The man was there for four months and still has not been claimed. It was frustrating. He would train days on days and showed to be quite the formidable daring fighter. However, having his nice time by the lake one time, he noticed a rush coming towards him. The lake's waters slowly circled around him as a huge trident appeared on his head. He had been claimed. By Poseidon. All his mother's shielding him was because of this. Given he had such a big bounty on his head, being a child of Poseidon, he stayed at camp all year round and he made his utmost to be prepared should the need to fight come. In fact he was not known for his brains but for his fighting style. His way with the spear was simply outstanding. It was a spear that his father left for him at the cabin. It had water spiraling along the hilt that he could solidify into a shield to block out attacks.

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  full name

  Kyle Jack Grant.

  age

  Seventeen (17).

  gender

  Male.

  sexuality

  Pansexual.

  date of birth

  December 8th.

  Godly Parent

  Tyche, Goddess of Luck & Chance.

  "Oh, every time I close my eyes, I see my name in shining lights ..."

  camp status.

  Seasonal camper.
  
  

  camp years.

  Six Years.
  
  

  theme song.

  Billionaire - Travis McCoy ft. Bruno Mars.
  
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  hair

  Birght orange in colour. Kyle does not mind much about how his hair is. He usually keeps it ruffled and goes out just the way he woke up. He tended to brush it off if he had more pressing matters like a date or something that requires more dress up. The occasions are quite rare.

  eyes

  Hooded shaped, emerald green in colour.

  body

  Kyle is not sporty and most definitely was not built for fighting. He has a very lanky figure from not doing anything and is also very scrawny. He is like a twig, one push and he would probably break. When he walks he tends to have a slouch to his posture as if he is dragging his feet everywhere. He is not really lazy but he tends to have half-hooded eyes and head down when something does not pique his interest. He does look like he lets himself go but it is well... half true. Not to be cliche but Kyle is in love with the colour green. He does have a love-hate relationship with how it makes him look. He feels the green complements his eyes and hair but it tends to make him look like a classic leprechaun so he tends to opt for other colours when he goes out to avoid disses. Not that he cared but sometimes there are those days... Kyle is a very casual person so he does like to dress up in some pair of jeans, converse and try every excuse not to wear the camp shirt. He also loves some dungaree fashion as well.

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  From a young age, Kyle suffered some beatings from his father so it was mainly bruised but the fatal blow was a black eye so deep that he suffered from darker black circles under his right eye. Where the bruising may have gone but the cut from when he had to get stitches was still there. Additionally, he bears tattoos but his mother's symbol on his arm when he got claimed, a small crown in the shape of a fort. Kyle's distinguishing features are his dimple smile and face full of freckles.

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    likes

    His step-relatives | Beer Pong | Games (of Chance mainly) | Alcohol | Parties | Walks on the Grass | Smell of citrus | Greens | Cards (Decks) | Spontaneous Activities.

    dislikes

    Superstitions | His Father | Oranges | Buzzkills | Hot/Warm Drinks | Friday 13th | Family Feuds | Flowers | Buzzkills | Not being entitled to an opinion | Fighting.
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    hobbies

    
    Kyle never really had particularly inclined hobbies apart from playing board games and card games with his father from a young age. He always entertained himself to do memory games, and interesting interactive games and later on in life he started delving into drinking games, namely, beer pong.
    
    

    habits

    
    1. Kyle is often found tossing a golden coin in his hand whenever he walks or he is idle. It is his lucky penny that he found in front of his cabin the first time he was about to step foot in it.
    
    2. He genuinely fears and despises Friday the 13th to the point where he locks himself up if such a day was to come.

  personality

  (+) Appreciative: Given he was raised to be a gentleman and accepting life as it comes, that took a turn on him. After his episodes with his father, later on, he had one thing flourish from it. He met his stepmother and stepsister who became the light that he had on the inside. He appreciates the littlest of things. Whether it is a nice tiny gesture or a word of support. He would be eternally grateful. Kyle, no matter how negative the situation is, will try his best to take the brightest out of it.
  
  (+) Aware: Despite not being the strongest or incapable to fight, or that he always seems like his head is up on some cloud, he is very aware of his surroundings and what is going on/what is being said. It was his method of eliminating his target or his competition. He uses that awareness to the best of his skill and acts on precise matters. This is why he opted for a long ranged weapon rather than a close ranged. He felt in control of the situation when he was at a distance.
  
  (+) Lucky: When it came to luck, he was one top contenders. Not just because of his powers, Kyle loves the happy-go-lucky lifestyle and tries not to let anything worry him. He already endured so much in the past and the fact that all of his loved ones ended up on the good side, was something he cherishes. Even though circumstances can throw curveballs, luck was always on his side and it can have quite a positive impact on him and those around him.
  
  (+) Happy: Despite all the bad scenarios he saw develop in front of his eyes, he had to try and at least try and be happy and humorous to lift up the spirits of those that were on the receiving end of bad situations or news. Especially Sammy and Isla. He wanted to be nothing like his father and started to embrace what has been going on and counteract it with a little bit of happiness to his loved ones so they will not give up.
  
  (+) Fair Competitor: Kyle is in love with games. Specifically with games of chance. The odds are always in his favour and that is out of his known skill, not just his power. He is aware that his powers can either enhance or reduce the chances but he tries to keep it an even fight. He is very competitive but for the sake of keeping a fair game, he tries to keep his competitive emotion away so it would not alter it in his favour. He believes in it being a buzz kill.
  
  (-) Weak: The male is not strongly built and he knows it. He does not want to partake in training for that particular reason. He knows he will not endure another hit. It was bad enough he felt like he was going to lose his eyesight from his father's punches. Not to be a coward but he prefers to stay sheltered in camp than run around outside the border on quests for no reason.
  
  (-) Confident: Knowing how he can have lucky guesses and for the majority of the time he is right, he can get in over his head and show off a cocky, over-confident vibe. It comes to him unknowingly and he does not mean harm for it. Especially those that know he means no harm. he loves to test his limits when it comes to luck and when that backfires, it can be a huge impact, especially on his ego.
  
  (-) Lazy: Kyle is known very well to drag his feet everywhere he goes. Sure he is initiative at points but he hates the effort it takes to come up with something. Especially when he has to do it alone. He was not one to sleep in but he enjoys his time spent in his bed. He is more often than not, slouched back into his seat or resting his head on his arms whenever something is not interesting. This is partly why he was not a fighter, it takes too much effort to learn something he has no interest in.
  
  (-) Forgetful: As much as he is aware of things, his mind is fogged most of the time and he struggles to remember things. Not most of the time but sometimes he can forget important dates like anniversaries, birthdays and so on. He tries his best to keep them written down but always manages to lose it. When in reality he forgets where he puts it most of the time until he finds it again. His luck in remembering plays a good part here.
  
  (-) Superstitious: Being the child of luck, he knows and is aware that it exists. Hence, he can be very superstitious when it comes to fending off bad luck and things that are said to induce them. For example: walking under a ladder, breaking a mirror or that bad luck comes in threes. However, he is also a firm believer in those that induce good luck like knocking on wood, picking up pennies or crossing your fingers. This can come off as silly to people who see him doing it but it is unbelievable sometimes.
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  Maximus Grant

  Mortal Father - Kyle has a love-hate relationship with his father. He remembers he was this gentleman that gave Kyle the world. He took him around for the majority of the time and also taught him a lot of different games from a young age. Even if they were a bit age-inappropriate. However, when he got married to this new woman. He changed. He became abusive to all members and the hate started getting stronger and stronger. No man treats ladies like that.

  Tyche

  Godly Mother - Kyle was not aware at all about his mother or who she was. He simply thought she had left his father when he was young. He always wanted to meet her, until he found out his mother was a goddess. He appreciated that she claimed him the moment when he needed her the most. When his step-sister needed her the most. If it was not for her luck, Kyle and Sammy would have probably been that. He was forever grateful.

  Isla Grant

  Step-Mother - Isla was the closest thing he had to a motherly figure in his life and he is eternally grateful for her sacrifices even though they were not related by blood. She treated Kyle as an equal to Sammy and protected him just as much. She took care of him when his dad was absent and also went on a rampage, just like Sammy did. He admires how strong and persistent she was to keep him around even though it meant being a victim of abuse.

  Sammy Eden

  Step-Sister - Sammy was always the one person that tried to protect Kyle from his father. She was his shield. He owes her his life for that, given he could barely protect himself. She was not his blood but acted like it. He and Sammy are quite close, from a very young age even. They were quite opposed but they got along like a house on fire. Kyle knew he always had someone fighting for him and he hoped to offer the same thing to her.

  Noah Kerridge

  Best Friend - Two peas in a pod. Noah was one of the first people he talked to when he arrived. He is quite similar to him character-wise and they have many similar interests. The buddies met over a game of beer pong and they left it as their tradition for once every two nights one is organised. Noah was the party boy who hosted and Kyle was the lucky one who brought all the activities. He simply adored him and made him forget all the hard pasts he endured. Drink up.

  Victor Weiss

  Best Friend (Currently Complicated) - Victor, although one of his best mates and drinking buddy, he found himself in a sticky situation when certain cues were being picked up towards his best friend, Violet. Kyle still is a bit clueless as to why he wants to abduct him or shock his ass because he hangs out with her. He definitely scares him most of the time lately that he goes nowhere near him without Noah, Violet or Sammy.

  Violet Evslin

  Good Friend - Violet was the one that treated his wounds that were caused by a monster. His father. She tended to his black eye with a gentle touch and it got better in mere minutes if not seconds. He took a liking to her as she was gentle and caring with him. Vi was nice to try to help him by figuring out why he was unhappy and how. Cracking to that shell Kyle told her. He also thinks she needs to worry less and live more. So much lies beneath.

  Marissa Rune

  Friend - Him and Marissa are quite the fresh pair of friends. Especially since there seems to be a certain soft spot from his best bud. He was trying to get her to play with them and it did not take much convincing. The female accepted her experimenting with new things. He truly gets that spirit and is all in for showing her other fun games if she was open to it. He had all the games. He also admires how talented she is when it comes to crafting things.

  Jasper Oriana

  Friend - This other ray of sunshine he came to start seeing more due to two connections dearest to his heart. Sammy mentions him a lot and he makes his sister happy. That was more and beyond what Kyle hoped after what happened to her. He is also Vi's brother and so he made it a point to try and befriend him which was super easy. The guy was super easy to vibe with and can manage a conversation rather easily!

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  Godly Powers/Weapons

  Power #1: Aura of Luck
  Kyle can release a radiant aura of luck whenever he is feeling overwhelmed with his own emotions. He tends to gain an advantage when there is something of a chance - even though the odds seem against him.
  
  Limitations/Drawbacks:
  ↪ Limitations: This power is solely based on his emotions. He does not really have an on/off switch. It only works on one to two persons at a time. It is either on him or another person. Never at the same time.
  ↪ Drawbacks: It is an aura of luck, good and bad. He has no control over which side takes over. However, he has noticed that when he is feeling negative it works in his favour and when positive it works against him. However, to keep the balance of nature, for every good luck there is bad luck and vice versa.
  
  Power #2: Lucky Charms (links to Superstition/Bad Luck Detection)
  Kyle can transfer an aura of good luck to a memorable item that is possessed by the intended user. This lucky charm can be carried and used when the user needs it the most. This charm can serve as a detection when something bad is going to happen. It glows.
  
  Limitations/Drawbacks:
  ↪ Limitation: The item has to mean something to the user that is going to use it and not some random object.
  ↪ Drawback: An intended user can only make use of it three times before it has to be refilled by Kyle himself. In addition, a lucky charm is applicable to only one user and that user is the one the memorable item is linked to. It cannot be swapped.
  
  Skills & Abilities: 1. Alert/Precision: Given his sharp attention to detail, he can also be quite precise when it comes to the things he does. Especially when it comes to dealing with a deck of cards or aim. He has the image of not caring but he is quite on point with what is happening around him.
  
  2. Games of Chance: Kyle has a knack for playing various games and winning due to his luck. Especially when he feels super competitive. He tends to keep himself relaxed in hopes that luck does not work in his favour when he is playing with friends and ruining the buzz. This is why he always ends up smashed in a game of beer pong.
  
  Weapon: A set of metal-like playing cards (deck) that when thrown, form celestial bronze-edged shurikens.

  Life before Camp Halfblood

  Kyle was the one and only child to Maximus Grant. Maximus had just recently suffered a fatal blow in his latest marriage. He had a drinking problem. What was worse was that he had a greater gambling problem. He played his life away almost. He lost his wife, he lost his house, his job, his car... He had nothing left. It was when he decided to go to rehabilitation. He stayed with his parents till he could rebuild. One day, once at the bar, trying to not drink his sorrows away, he decided he did not want to lose that battle and got up and out. As he was making his way out, there was a woman. He recognised her. She attended rehab with him. He approached her and the pair started talking to one another and spoke of how lucky they were that they had to go through this together. One thing led to the other and the pair started seeing each other more often one night Max got lucky and got to bed her. One reckless night to him, he had gotten her knocked up and to add to the list of expenses a child was not one to be on the list.
  
  They both argued about whether to keep the baby or not and Max did not want to. However, the woman has come clean as to who she was. Tyche, a goddess. Max was taken aback. Given he had luck on his side, Tyche offered it to him all in exchange for the son that was to be born and raised by him. Not losing that chance Max took it and agreed to Kyle being born.
  
  For a person that claimed he did not want him, he tried to keep him happy whenever he could. Max was unaware if this was Tyche's luck but he was living the life with his young boy. He got clean, he found a new job as a bartender. However, he and Kyle lived with his grandparents. As the years went by, Max was teaching his son the fun of games like card games, board games, and fun activities. He was always so hyperactive because of that. One day, they were at the park and he started conversing with this lady who looked around his age. She had a daughter around Kyle's age that he used to play with while they talked. These visits would become more frequent to the point where he was having play dates just so his father could see her. Not that he minded, he loved to play with Sammy. His father was head over heels for Isla, he even proposed and she agreed. Given they had no house, they moved in with them and his play date became his step-sister. For the first year or so, he was the greatest example of a father and kept his new wife on a silver platter. He tried his luck and started gambling again. He used to spend late nights. Coming home in pure anger.
  
  While Isla, his stepmother, took care of him as if he was her own son. He and Sammy used to be taken out by her, enjoying dinner outside and even long walks to the park. Everything was going smoothly until one night. Max had busted all their savings into gambling once again, spiralling down his drinking habits again. Kyle had known he had a past with his grandparents but now, given that he was experiencing first hand, it was not pretty. Every night he would come home and take his anger out on his wife. While Kyle and Sammy watched. Every time he would try to reach Kyle, Sammy came in between and took his beatings as long as he left Kyle alone. He felt helpless. Like he could not do anything to help them. He had no knowledge and no strength either. After years of insufferable beatings, he was still unaware of why Isla stayed with that monster. All the evidence pointed to him. He did the only thing he knew he had to. He called the police on him in hiding as he was on a rampage with his stepmother and step-sister and left the door ajar for them to come in.
  
  As they came in they always ended up taking him out with handcuffs only to return the night after as if nothing happened. Talk about luck. Kyle would repeat this process over and over. At the age of twelve, he received news that his sister was to go to a camp which meant she would not be there with them. It was him and Isla against Max. One thing he promised Sammy was that he would keep in touch with Sammy should shit hit the fan. That start of summer was eventful indeed. Max, although trying to recover, his tough tendencies are still visible. Isla kept enduring and as Kyle tried to write to his sister, they were stopped by Max. Letters never reached Sammy. He tried not to break his promise but there was an obstacle the size of his father. One night, as he was about to call the police, in the midst of chaos, Max heard Kyle talking to the police and figured out that he was the snitch. He was furious at him and it was the first time that he had raised his hands on his son, he gave him several punches to the eye, causing one to bruise and the other to throb and even had a cut from the rings he was wearing. Kyle was weak and he worsened. When Isla saw that she forced him out and took Kyle in her embrace. That was the final straw.

  Life to and at Camp Half Blood

  That night, it was him and his step mother. Alone. A knock was heard and he was scared to open it. He plucked the courage and went to open it, it was Sammy. Relief washed over him as he saw her. He was in so much pain, he could barely see. Without a word, Sammy and Isla started preparing his bags so that he was left with Sammy. He was noticing that he was to leave with Sammy but he did not want to leave Isla alone if Max was to return. That's it, he was on the run with Sammy to god knows where.
  
  He followed, even though his mind was back at home until his sister told him to hide. At first, he could not understand why but he heard growls. Kyle ran to hide behind a log, raising his knees to his chest and trying not to panic. In the midst of that panic, without know himself due to his closed eyes. Kyle started to emit a golden glow, as the symbol of his mother, Tyche, started shining on top of him.
  
  An aura of luck burst out of him, affecting Sammy with him. As she approached him Sammy had barely a scratch on her through all those fights, however, she looked like she had seen a ghost. His sister explained how he was a demi-god, just like her. This baffled the kid's mind. One good thing came of it, he would never be separated from his sister, now more than ever. Upon entering camp, he was in rough shape in his eyes area and was immediately taken to the infirmary where he met her. Violet. She healed his eyes to the best of her abilities. However, a mark of the scratch where the ring hit could still be seen.
  
  Six years later, he and his sister were still at Camp Half-Blood. He was not open as to what happened back at home when they did and they did not give details to anyone. Max was still the monster at large and the siblings would always go when they could. Coming back with bruises that always led them to the infirmary.

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  Amber Nicole Morello.

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  Eighteen(18).

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  Female.

  sexuality

  Bisexual.

  date of birth

  June 9th.

  Godly Parent

  Janus, God of Choices and Doorways.

  "I don't wanna be someone who walks away so easily ..."

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  All year-round camper / Opatio for the Third Cohort of the Twelfth Legion.
  
  

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  Eight Years.
  
  

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  I won't give up - Jason Mraz
  
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  Dark Brown in colour. Amber suffers from a lot of hot flushes so her long hair is rarely found hanging. Her long, thin, straight hair is mostly found in a high ponytail or a braid. Since most of her time is spent in the training grounds, she often puts it up in a bun as hair could definitely be used as a weapon or advantage to her opponent. She is a firm believer in all things simple so she does not accessorise them.

  eyes

  Almond shaped, blue green in colour.

  body

  Her body is her temple and machine. Amber likes to keep herself very fit and is always on the go. She has a lightly muscled, toned body and is very athletic. She is not one to sit down and let herself lie back. She can have a sort of straight posture from her standing that turns into a bend as when she finally does sit, she fully relaxes. She trained her body to endure the worst of conditions back at camp. Amber believes a lot in being comfortable and wears anything that she can move in at all times. This means her wardrobe consists mainly of leggings and shorts together with t-shirts and tank tops, preferably animated or with some sort of design on them. She does not really do plain. However, Amber tries to cover her arms wherever she goes so she used to wear some sort of jacket, preferably leather or jeans.

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  Amber does not bare any tattoos on her body but only the one that mattered most. She has her father's two faces with SPQR under it followed by seven lines that signal her seven years of service at Camp Jupiter. Given their constant training and battle, Amber has various scrapes on her torso and legs. Her hands also tend to have some rough feel due to weapon wielding.

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    Avery | Training | Ice Cream | Sarcasm | Cheesiness | The taste of chicken | Collecting things she like | Octopi | Jewellery | Twin Code (taps). | Vinyl Records | Converse | Jeans/Leather.

    dislikes

    Judgements | Water | the Curse (of hurting Avery) | Flowers (allergies) | Abuse of Power | Her Recklessness and need to settle arguments with fights | High Heels | Excessive Heat/Cold.
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    Growing up Amber used to love going on adventures with Avery and the knack of exploring whenever they got the chance. Other than that when they got sidetracked to Camp, the time for hobbies was out the window as they were in constant training mentally, emotionally and most importantly physically. Amber's hobby became sparring and working out to keep herself in top-notch conditions.
    
    

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    1. When she and Avery are apart, they have a series of different ways to signal each other small messages. Two of their most used gestures are four taps to the chest near his heart meaning, 'I love you & I need you' and then there were three taps to the top of the hand which means, '911, Hurry'. The curse came in handy as much as it was painful.
    
    2. Given that Amber suffers from a short temper she usually explodes by going for a run. The longer, the better. It was better than exploding with the person or simply destroying something and hurting her brother in the process.
    
    3. Amber has a phobia of water so she tries to avoid those areas as much as possible.

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  (+) Outgoing: Amber is the more approachable one out of the twins. She usually does most of the talking while Avery listens and simply observes. She can have a very relaxed exterior image that can allow a person to talk to her as well as is very considerate when it comes to replying. It is something many campers lack due to their training but Amber loves to keep that in mind. Many people are sensitive so not everyone is meant for one approach. The female can be an ally and a friend unless given a reason not to.
  
  (+) Battle ready: From a very young age, ever stepped foot in Camp Jupiter, all she has known was training. Physically, Emotionally and Mentally. She was trained to be agile, headstrong and alert. She can manage herself in any outcome of battle. True, she has losses but she learns from those losses so they cannot be used against her again. Never make a mistake twice keeps ringing in her brain. Being demigods, there was no telling when you will be under attack, might as well be ready.
  
  (+) Insightful: From her training, Amber is a very insightful person. She can recall various events that she had encountered in the past to implement them or avoid them in the present. In addition, she is very wary of new people. True, she is approachable but she tries to make someone more comfortable with her as a person shows their true nature more. It is easier for people to slip up in case they are lying or not being sincere. Avery expresses this trait better than her but she is wary.
  
  (+) Self-Resilient: From a young age, the twins had no one to rely on but each other. When they were separated into different cohorts, she had to rely on her own skill so that they move forward. She believed greatly that no one was going to wash their face to become better than them. Except for Avery who always has her protection and best interest above his own, which is reciprocated from her end to him. The vice in this scenario is that she is also willing to share any of her resources so that others can learn.
  
  (+) Merciful: Romans are tested with their merciless level. Amber is surely one to never back down no matter who her enemy is. That being said, Amber is not a stone-cold warrior and can assess anything in front of her. Whoever says mercy is for the weak is wrong as there are situations where mercy is needed in order for a person to rebuild themselves from what they used to be. Not all are far gone.
  
  (-) Short-Tempered: Amber tends to have some issues when it comes to controlling her anger. She manages to control anything that is thrown her way but her temper has always gotten the best of her. As much as she is kind-hearted and easygoing, it is also not hard to press the woman's buttons be it an unnecessary gesture, an extra word or simply staying silent. Knowing the issue, she is trying her utmost not to go berserk especially since she has a high position in her Cohort.
  
  (-) Lack of Emotion: Being brought up as a soldier in an army, your emotion is tested and minimised as much as possible. Amber has lost many comrades in battles outside of campgrounds. If she had let emotion get the best of her, it simply would not do. Some with different cultures may deem this as weird and strange but emotion can be a weakness as much as a strength in her opinion. Especially given how close she and Avery are, they still valued their skills as Optios and therefore they even tried to limit their emotions toward each other on the battlefield.
  
  (-) Stubborn: Being headstrong is one thing but being too headstrong is another. If Amber gets just one view of what she thinks is right and she knows is right, she will keep fighting for it. However, if she knows she is wrong she will never admit that. She would always try to either dodge it or try to find a workaround so that it doesn't seem like she was in the wrong.
  
  (-) Sarcastic: The female enjoys the art of sarcasm a wee bit too much. Sometimes it comes out very natural and sometimes it is intended. She usually uses it as a flirting mechanism when she likes someone, even though she is not aware of it. Or rarely meets someone that meets her eye. Especially the factor of lowering her emotions. Love was simply a distraction.
  
  (-) Clumsy: True Amber is a master when it comes to handling herself with weapons and dancing around the training area but outside of her fighting element she was a huge klutz. Some even question how she was such a skilled warrior with such actions. Heck, even she doubted how she has such miscommunication with her limbs for something simple just as walking. In fact, her brother complains because of this.
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  Aria Morello

  Mortal Mother - She was Amber's greatest role model. Especially since she kept strong and took care of them from the start. She was a strong single mother and Amber had all the respect for her as she knew it must have been hard. The twin's curse. She still never forgave her for spiralling the minute things got unbearable which led to her being taken away. True their mother never abandoned them but she left them alone when they needed her the most.

  Janus

  Godly Father - Janus only made his presence known once and it was to get them to safety. Amber still never forgave him for not being present into their lives. Their mother's. He cursed her and Avery for even being born in the first place. She hates him more than anything and does not even want to talk to him. If he ever did show up Avery would be the one he is facing not her. She will never look him straight in the eye. Even if it was to save them.

  Avery Morello

  Twin Brother - Amber's only cool down button and honestly the only person that will ever get her. Avery is the only person that she can trust blindly. They have been connected by a curse that they now call a gift. The twins could feel each other's feelings and pain. She knew when he felt anxious and he knew when she was losing it. She will always be by his side even if separated. He is the voice that keeps her in control and the reason to keep fighting.Till the sky falls, Ave.

  Sammy Eden

  Best Friend - When coming to Camp Half Blood, Sammy was one of the first few people she had met. Given the girl was a fighting machine, she encountered her as she was training day and night there. She admired that in her. Amber had approached her one time to spar and even though she beat Sammy, the female was a good sport and offered her to be sparring buddies instead as they tested each other's strength and weaknesses to their limits.

  Care Isaac

  Good Friend - When even they had not a clue as to what and why they were transferred to CHB, the daughter of Athena seemed to have her doubts. She approached them in secret to rally a plan that seemed to be something. Unsure how that was to unveil but she was one of the only Greeks that was onto something. Something that seemed to make logical sense. Amber was all in helping CHB but she makes fair points when it came to her theories. Avery cares for her and therefore, Amber does too.

  Caleb Isaac

  Head Counselor - While in CHB, the twins were put into the Hermes cabin. His cabin. He was her head counsellor for the duration of time that the twins are in the Greek Camp. She was not fond of it as her key keeps going missing every time she was in that cabin. While he has a fair point to take care of her stuff, she was not asked to stay there. She does admire Caleb as he keeps a firm hand when needed which reminded her how things were back home.

  Violet Evslin

  Friend - This ray of sunshine was the person that welcomed the twins with open arms which was totally unexpected coming from the Greeks. Vi had shown them around camp to get them familiarised. However, one time when a conflict erupted and Avery went berserk with a tree, she noticed that Amber was going hurt no matter what and learnt about the twins' curse. She had taken care of them ever since.

  Victor Weiss

  Acquaintance (Conflicting) - Although he is portrayed as a leader figure due to his parental's heritage, he truly is one and actually cares for those he holds dear and Amber respects that as they share it in common. Not that she will tell him out loud about it. She was too proud for that. That being said, even though he still apologised about calling Avery a jerk, she still holds it onto him. She does want to settle it in battle once and for all though.

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  Godly Powers/Weapons

  Power #1: Portal Creation
  Amber has the ability to open and close portals that transports the intended person to the desired destination.
  
  Limitations/Drawbacks:
  ↪ Limitations: Amber cannot interact with her portals, she can only open and close them. It is Avery that can manage the portal's endpoint. That being said, the portals work their best when there is already a doorway or archway. They cannot be made unless there is none.
  ↪ Drawbacks: In order for Amber to open and close portals, she would need her key. Without it, it would be much harder to manage and it is very life draining.
  
  Power #2: Predicitions (Start)
  Amber can get predictions as to how an event can envelop. However, she can only predict the starting point of it.
  
  Limitations/Drawbacks:
  ↪ Limitation: Amber can only see the start of an event only. Whereas her brother can see the end of the same event. The middle part is always unknown.
  ↪ Drawback: Given the middle part is always in the cloud, no one can know for certain those are how the events will prevail. This leaves the predictions to be a little unreliable as they can change depending on the choice a person makes.
  
  Skills & Abilities: 1. Battle Soldier: Given seven years of full training, she is shaped to be battle ready on the get-go. She has high emotional tolerance and is also trained to be highly shielded with regard to her mind. Especially when it comes to psychic attacks.
  
  2. Lock Picking: Given that Amber uses a lot of doorways to create her portals. Sometimes there are closed doors that may be locked. She trained in lockpicking so that way she can make doorways available.
  
  Weapon: A golden key that elongates and takes shape into a glaive made out of imperial gold.

  Life before Camp Jupiter

  The Morello twins were born to a young architect that was in the starting days of her career, Aria Morello. One fine day she was showcasing her models at an exhibition and a stranger was observing her models, and her models only. As she had approached him, to see why he was stuck to her models for feedback, the man had informed her how intriguing they were and how perspective she was.
  
  Day after day, exhibition after exhibition, the male showed up for every one of them. After noticing they were meeting up like this, the male approached her and asked Aria out for a nice dinner. Nice dining had led to staying at his hotel room. The following month flew by, as she proceeded to see this man. After a month and a missing period later, Aria found out she was pregnant and later on she discovered they were twins. The man was infuriated and had told her who he was. Janus. Aria could not believe what had just happened. Janus insisted with she abort the babies and not have them. He could not have children, he did not want them. The pair had stopped seeing each other till the female actually was about to birth her twins. Out of anger, Janus had decided to curse his unborn children, 'One's pain is mirrored to the other. One's feeling is mirrored by the other. For they are connected.'. Aria was unaware of this but she did not care. She wanted her children to be born, healthy and live their life. The twins were born healthy and unaware till they started to grow up. They grew up under the care and protection of their single mother.
  
  As the pair grew up, their mother embedded the values and morals within her children. That was why Amber and Avery were tight-knit. Even though they had opposite characters, they always put that aside and got along really well. In fact, the three were getting by just fine. That was until the first serious episode of their curse happened at the age of six. Amber was invited to a kid's boat party for her friend's sixth birthday which was quite close to shore. Aria and Avery decided to accompany her by having their own day at the beach. However, Amber had a rough encounter with another boy her age and he pushed her, only she fell over the edge and plummeted into the sea. No one noticed that she was drowning, she did not know how to swim. Amber could hear the screams for help but instantly got muffled by the water enveloping her. Aria heard screams from the boat near the shore, it was not until Avery was feeling shortness of breath as he felt his lungs fill with water that was not there. He was on dry land. Aria made a connection. Amber. The mother darted off to the sea to get her and reel her in. She was lucky she caught her. As the lifeguard came to help her remove the water she had swallowed, Amber choked out the water which Avery was now also breathing as she got better. That already frightened Aria.
  
  The second episode was when they were 9 and they were playing hide and seek in their backyard. Amber was trying to find out where her brother was hiding. She could feel splinters in her hand so she got the inkling he was near their tree. As she was about to approach, Avery slipped and broke his leg. Amber was okay but the second he hit the floor, she felt a sharp, motionless pain running through the same leg even though she was just walking. Aria had realised what that meant by what their father said. The twins were connected by a curse. She rushed Avery to the hospital and left Amber in the car. Amber could feel the pain was being treated after her brother was relieved from the pain. All went down south from there. Aria had hit rock bottom. She could not bear to lose one child, let alone both at the same time if one had fallen. She went on a drinking spree, her job was going south and she was no longer a fit for the twins. In fact, when a neighbour noticed this behaviour, they called child support services and they came to intervene, taking Amber and her brother away at just the age of 10.

  Life to Camp Jupiter and at Camp Half Blood

  As they were going to foster care, the person who was driving the truck with them inside had stopped right outside an entrance to a forest. As the door opened, the twins were greeted by a man. A man claiming to be a god and that he was their father. It seemed that at least their father was interested enough to uphold the tradition of sending his children to camp. Amber was so confused but as he touched his children, they felt a sort of rush. It was like something was awakened. Two keys appeared in their hands. The young kids were led to the cave as they heard howls. When Lupa, the wolf approached, they turned around and their father had disappeared. It was their test. Their test to see if they were worth it to make it to Camp.
  
  Together they made it through and got their tattoos initiated as Probatios. As they proved themselves in Camp, the pair were instantly forced on training. The keys were weapons as much as aid. They were forced to train against each other till the Praetors caught wind of their curse. As they were initiated with a cohort, they decided to test their skills, individually. Amber was placed in the third cohort and Avery for placed in the fourth cohort. As much as it did not look like a good thing at the time, that did them good as they learnt their full training as well as learning how to control their pain tolerance when another gets hit. Amber managed to make it to Optio rank and she worked for hand in hand with the centurion of the third cohort. As they were ready and fought endless quests where sadly they had lost comrades. That was the final test. Emotion. Apart from the twins tended to be almost emotionless... Together, all their focus went on each other and that was the aim of why the Praetors had separated them.
  
  After eight long years of service, they were tasked with one long and very undescriptive quest. Amber and Avery were now transferred to Camp Half-Blood as per their Praetor's request. They deemed them to be experienced and two of their fiercest soldiers. They were there to heed the call for help from Chiron himself. Only, they were still not informed as to what they are protecting or worse, what they will be fighting.

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  Eric Miles Langdon.

  age

  Seventeen (17).

  gender

  Male.

  sexuality

  Bisexual.

  date of birth

  December 21st

  Godly Parent

  Eris, Goddess of Discord.

  "Take a look in the mirror and what do you see ..."

  camp status.

  All year round camper.
  
  

  camp years.

  Five Years.
  
  

  theme song.

  Human - Rag'n'Bone Man.
  
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  One Hundred Sixty-six pounds.

  hair

  Jet Black in colour. Eric loves to keep his hair quite short but at the same time has a volume to it. His black locks lay in a bed of waves. He is not one to style it but only gives it a few ruffles to let them sit. It is usually quite messy from his flight mode and the winds against his hair. The scruffiness in it, it is real.

  eyes

  Hooded shaped, hazel in colour.

  body

  Eric has a very tall and quite the lean figure. He is not scrawny and tries to keep himself built to keep his weight at bay. Given he is quite quick on his feet, he needs to be as light as a feather, especially if he has to haul up his whole body mass to set himself up in the air, defying gravity. His upper half is a bit broader than his body for this reason. His preferred style of clothing is rather comfortable. He enjoys the simplicity of it as that was all he knew. He is all set with a pair of sweatpants, t-shirts and a hoodie. He is most insecure about his back so she tends to keep his back covered. He has a lot of t-shirts as most of them got ruined by the outburst of his wings. So he tends to reuse them and cover the slashes with a hoodie. His preferred shades are blacks and grays with the occasional splash of tan.

  mods

  Eric has a couple of markings. In particular when he is shirtless, one can notice a set of vertical scarred tissue on his shoulder blades. These are where his wings retract from his body. Given the constant use, the area of skin became used to it. Apart from his apple tattoo symbolising Eris on his right hand, he has one tattoo that is situated in the middle of his back (the dahlia represents Diana, as that is what he calls her) [Click Here]

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  Oussama Guessoum.
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    misc

    likes

    Origami | Apples | Pranks | Juices | Commotion | Dhalias | Dandelions | The wind in his face as he flies | Moonlight | The smile on Diana's face | Lemons | Gold.

    dislikes

    Glass Half Full scenarios | Children | Storms | Ultimatums | Almonds | Being faced with decisions | Rain | Mags the Magnolia | Gum | Water being splashed in his face.
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    Eric is really talented when it came to doing things with his hands. He loved to do arts and crafts and create things from the simplest of things. In order to keep himself calm he decided to learn and proceed with the art of origami and making all sorts of creations. He loved to do tiny boats and swans every time he felt upset or negative as a symbol to send it away.
    
    

    habits

    
    1. For the most of it, you can always see him walking around ever so silently with a signature poker face with the occasional side smile.
    
    2. He can always be seen carrying one of the following; fidgeting with a piece of paper, trying to make origami or tossing an apple in his hand.

  personality

  (+) Sincere: True, Eric was not one to be out and about with what he is thinking and feeling but when asked he does not beat around the bush. He believes that there is nothing better than intentions being made clear and viewpoints being made aware. He loves the fact that if he had to make a bond with someone it is a sincere and honest one. It is something he makes a point to himself to keep at it.
  
  (+) Humorous: Although the male has a dull image, Eric has quite a sense of humour when he does actually talk. He has a knack for pranks and also jokes when he gets to know a person especially. True, he has to be accustomed to certain audiences but it was his way of attempting to make friends. If they were like Diana, who laughed at each of them, they would probably be in his good books. He does feel bad when people are offended by them though.
  
  (+) Patient: Patience is key. Eric believes that nothing can be made in the huff of a second. In order for something to be completed in its efficient manner, it has to be concluded in a timely manner, precisely and with all the dedication one can ever pour into it. The man loves to take his time doing things and can appreciate that some people need their time to do something as well. He was not one to push things.
  
  (+) Focused: Eric always has a one-track mind. In a sense, he knows what he wants and always has a clear head. He does not let himself be sidetracked until the task or thought at hand is completed. He was not one to stray and that was something he learnt when he was young in order to survive life living on the streets. His mind was only focused on getting to safety. Even though it took a while, he did not give up.
  
  (+) Mature: Despite not looking like it, his lack of immaturity was the cause of why he got to grow up so quickly and started fending off for himself. He always felt truly alone so whenever he did have anything positive, he tried not to let it go and cherish it. He can have a mature, serious conversation as much as he can joke and kid. His maturity was one of his strongest suits.
  
  (-) Loner: Eric has always been the one to keep himself out of the crowds and to the side. He has always been alone in life even though he was surrounded by people. As much as he is one for chaos, he has his own panic attacks when crowds start to form. Always one to prefer the company of one rather than two. He does not like to interact unless he is being interacted with for the majority of the time.
  
  (-) Indecisive: Sure, he can have focus but in order to get the general idea of what to focus on, he is a mess. Eric cannot handle ultimatums or decisions that are dependent on him. With the pressure, he starts to fuss and would probably end up making one wrong decision that can fuck everything all up. He cannot handle any decision-making as his thought process suddenly hits a big swerve in doing so.
  
  (-) Mischievous: Being the son of discord, Eric is always one for mischief. Be it started by him or continued by him, it was always something that put a smile on his face. Be it feelings of anger, panic, sadness or confusion. He loves to stir the pot. However, he loves to eliminate himself from the picture and stir the pot that his powers allow. He loves to start them off with a harmless prank.
  
  (-) Closed Off: He was not one to wear his heart on his sleeve like most. He believes that things are meant to be kept personal and private. Eric is not going to just share his case to give an example as to what one can or cannot do. It can come off as being secretive but he does not care. It was his life and no one was going to dictate what he had to say or not.
  
  (-) Insecure: Coming with the complete package of self-doubt, he has a tendency to doubt his capabilities and his looks. Every time he looks at himself in the mirror, he sees something that should be better. That needs to be better. He hates the scars found on his back from his so-called gift. That was the reason why he placed something positive right in between his wing scars. To try and make it better. He hates how he looks and needs to have a little more self-confidence.
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  Godly Mother - Ironically, his mother was the only parent he ever got the chance to meet. Growing up in an orphanage did not really leave Eric with a lot of choices when it came to his parents. He only got to know a little about his mortal father, through his mother. Eris was the one who had dropped her son in an orphanage the day his father passed away and she was the one who escorted him to CHB when things got rough.

  Diana Walters

  Best Friend - From day 1 she always caught his attention. Prank after prank, she was never fazed about it. No matter how harsh, how brutal or how humiliating, she always ended up laughing at the end of it instead of arguing. That simply amazed him. A girl that can laugh at the end of his shit show was a girl with a key to his heart. They have been close ever since. She is the closest person that he considers family, truly. Given he has none.

  Altheia Jones

  Best Friend - Upon stumbling in Eric's life, she was another being that Eric let close to him as he sees himself in her. Like Diana, he is also very protective over her knowing very well she has the potential to take care of herself, only when she needed. Their heritage is closely related and so she is a very sisterly figure to him. With her magic, she was a great help in his pranks to create little harmless chaos... that is after a lot of convincing. He just wants to have a little laugh with her.

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  Godly Powers/Weapons

  Power #1: Pandemonium
  Eric can manipulate any negative feelings he can pick up and enhance them to create further chaos, strife and discord. This causes a person to see a form of shattered reality that triggers them to fight or argue amongst each other or else create a further state of confusion. In addition, he can gather such feelings and manipulate them to solidify into a single beam of laser.
  
  Limitations/Drawbacks:
  ↪ Limitations: If his targets are set or trained to have no emotions, they are unaffected. In addition, he cannot create it but manipulate it, hence, those negative feelings must already be there for him to have fun. Taking all those feelings together to combine into a beam takes immense strength.
  ↪ Drawbacks: Feelings of hope and possibilities do not aid him but only makes it harder for him to break this situation. Eric's power highly depends on negative feelings.
  
  Power #2: Wing Manifestation
  Eric has the ability to sprout out black wings from his back that give him the ability to fly. His feathers are also his weapon.
  
  Limitations/Drawbacks:
  ↪ Limitation: If Eric is not feeling 100%, he cannot control his wings. Meaning if he is injured or weak when his wings are in, they stay. If he is in that state while his wings are out, they stay out.
  ↪ Drawback: His wings are directly attached to his back, meaning they are a part of him and not some extension. If he suffers a fatal blow to them, he bleeds as if he was cut himself. He may also suffer pain when he retracts them.
  
  Skills & Abilities: 1. Scout: Eric has the ability to fly due to his wings. This gives him a vantage point of seeing the land from an aerial view as well as a closer look at what is above him.
  
  2. Sniper: Eric has always had a sharp eye to things accompanied by good aim. Training to fight with his wings which had to throw knives he had learned the hard way how to attack long-ranged. In addition, he only have one shot with a chaos laser so he had to learn to make that one count.
  
  Weapon: His stygian iron-tipped feathers serve as throwing knives whenever he wants to target them at someone or something. They can detach themselves with a fling.

  Life before Camp Halfblood

  Eric Langdon was the son of a doctor, Miles Langdon. Miles, however, when he was at the peak of his career, noticed that he had developed a sickness that he could not escape. It was demoralising. He started to treat himself, more like let himself be treated but he knew he was inching towards his death bed. His mother sensed these negative emotions and wanted to pay this man a visit. Give him one last trip to satisfaction before he did have to hit a grave. Eris was yearning for offspring and this seemed to be the ideal situation where she could take the kid herself without any trouble. Given she was a goddess, she was not really custody material when it came to the mortal realm. And so she did. Eris managed to get herself pregnant with a man that was a few months old. From that night, however, his condition seemed to have taken a turn.
  
  What was only three months, managed to last all of Eris' pregnancy. Even she was stunned by the feelings of hopefulness. The pair seemed close. However, just as Eric was being born, Miles took a turn for the worse. It was as if Eric was his feeling of hope, were being pushed out and sucking it out from him. The shred of positivity Miles had, transferred to his son and Miles fell unconscious. His pulse was no longer there. The woman panicked, she took a handkerchief and placed him in a blanket and just ran from the hospital. After a few nights of running, Eris noticed a small homey convent of nuns and left her baby down on the doorstep, 'Till we meet again.'. She knocked and walked away.
  
  Being left on the porch of an orphanage, Eric never knew any relatives. From what the sisters had told him, his father had passed away and his mother was the one that left him on the doorstep of their convent. Quite ironic if you ask me to be left with a bunch of nuns. Whenever he would ask about his living mother, they would always tell him how she looked. Long black hair, pale skin, tall and lean. Had that sort of dark look going on her. From what they had described, he looked just like her. He always kept that in mind in a way to remember her and make a connection with her. He only had a small white black handkerchief that had an embroidered golden apple on it with the name Eric. L, underneath. It was with him when he was left there. Eric had gotten his name from those initials as the main sister had gone to attempt to find him in the registry which they did. Unknown mother, deceased father. The name of the baby was Eric and the father's last name was Langdon.
  
  Growing up in an orphanage, he would always leave himself in the distance and watch as everything unfolded in front of him, folding his origami. He was always the odd one out and he took that to his advantage. The boy discovered his love of pranks when one time he pulled one on a peer which caused him to fall on another. He could sense the anger pent up from the boy as he shoved the other. The full-on fight had made him feel alive. That feeling was something he did not know he loved. However, pranks went from harmless to harmful in a split second. One time he was oiling the floor and the same boy came running with the oil and slippery floor he slipped with the momentum and ended up hitting his head with the wall. Knocking him out. Not knowing if he was dead or alive, Eric just ran. He ran out and never looked back. The consequences in that orphanage would have been too vulgar if it trailed back to him.

  Life to and at Camp Half Blood

  The male spent various cold nights in the outside world, especially without food and shelter. He only had to survive on what he could find. The 13-year-old boy was hiding in alleys so that he would not be found after stealing a jug of milk or some candy bars to nourish himself. One night, he was curled up near a small tent he had made, using his jacket as a blanket in the best way he could.
  
  Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a shadow.
  
  A shadow that was staring back at him. Eric's curiosity peaked as he made his way up and followed the shadow. It went faster and fast till it vanished in front of his eyes, only to feel a tap on his back. The shadow slowly started to unveil a female, lean and skinny, with pale skin and dark black hair. Just like him. Back at the orphanage they had described to him how his mother looked. She fit the bill. As he whispered mother, the female smiled and nodded her head and helped her child find the home he needed. Back at Camp Half-Blood. He was still unaware of what she was till the minute he stepped into the border. The woman disappeared and above his head was a giant golden apple.
  
  The symbol of his mother as it marked on his right arm. A wave of black just wooshed out of him as he felt his shoulder blades tear open. He screamed in pain as wings started to sprout from his back. Sharp-edged wings. To this day, he still cannot believe it. In due time, he learnt how to retract them, in hopes of getting less painful. Eric was a year-rounder at camp from a young age and in fact, thanks to his now-known mother, he made it to his new home safe and sound.

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  Penelope Harmonia Mosquera.

  age

  Forty-Five (45).

  gender

  Female.

  sexuality

  Heterosexual.

  date of birth

  October 17th.

  place of birth

  Encanto, New Mexico.

  "You are loved more than you know..."

  ethnicity.

  Hispanic American.
  
  

  occupation.

  Weather Broadcaster/Forecaster on Local News.
  
  

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  Spanish and English.
  
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  Light brown with golden highlighted ends, naturally long wavy hair but currently styled as a short bob.

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  Almond shaped, dark brown in colour.

  body

  Penelope has quite a tall and lean figure. She tends to keep her shoulders back a lot which makes her appear a bit taller. Her best asset she feels like it is her long legs and her high cheekbones.

  mods

  Apart from some scorched skin on the palms of her hand, Penelope has one tattoo in the middle of her upper back.Click here.

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  Nathalie Kelley.
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    likes

    Family Union | Tea (Chamomile preferred) | Earrings | Organising Events | Physical Comfort | Sunshine and Warmth | Telenovelas or anything involving drama (the more the better)

    dislikes

    Her obsession for perfection | Feeling Overwhelmed | Being on the outside | Black and Grey shades | High Expectations | Overly done make up | Oranges
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    hobbies

    
    Penelope loves to organise events in her spare time - being it a small house warming party to a nice corporate event. She was the go to organiser back home till things went downhill for the family. Penelope also loves to sway those hips and enjoys doing some moves. Dancing is one of her many passions. Especially when her husband always has a smooth melody to jam alongside with.
    
    

    habits

    
    Penelope is highly emotional and hence can get overwhelmed very easily. When she gets upset she automatically starts summoning thunder clouds and hurricanes which can cause real damage. In addition, Penelope tends to pace back and forth and talking to herself out loud (mainly reasoning with herself) a lot when she is thinking. All of the above are always subsided with a nice warm hug from her husband or a nice warm cup of tea from her eldest son.
    
    

    fears

    
    One that has happened, losing her own family. Mainly her own husband and children not recognising her and seeing her as a stranger. Especially her children. In addition, her constant emotion fluctuations can hurt those she loves if she does not keep them under strict control.
    
    

    fun facts

    
    She learnt to control all the negative emotions as best as she could by beathing exercises and repeating the words, "Clear Skies" to subside the bad weather that comes with. Alongside it, despite her huge obsession with earrings her favourite ones are dangling sunshine earrings to keep a representation of all that is positive instead. Lastly, the irony of being a weather forcaster on the local news and studying all those weather patterns... she is the main source of the unpredictable changes that were not even in the forecast in the first place!
    

  personality

  Penelope can be described as vivid, loud and all over the place right off the bet. Out of her siblings she was for sure. Her nature was to keep herself standing out of the crowd whilst maintaing her own respectible standard. Her level of rowdiness was just in level with her dearest mother's expectations.
  
  She can be very empathic and can put herself in the shoes of anyone who needs it. Even though her outspoken persona can be quite intimidating to those in a different social level, she can be quite considerate and goes out on a limb to keep someone happy and content even if it meant unnerving and stressing herself which of course she is trying to control. To make matters worse, her emotions are linked to her powers which made it more challenging for Penelope to "attempt" to keep her negative emotions at bay... especially to her fixation and need for everything to be perfect, clouds her with many overwhelming emotions of stress, panic and that is never good for the area she inhibits at that point in time. This results in her not being able to sit still sometimes. It has proven to be quite challenging and stressful in itself to constantly control her temper.
  
  She can often be easily angered and can grow quite impatient in quiet and tedious situations that are not under her control. They often get the best of her which always gets her into situations where she has to constantly apologise for her attitude and temper. In fact, she tries to link negatives with positives which is why she calms down her husband's arms dancing and her children's smiles in front of her are a good anchor that oppose her own personality. Through them she converts those negatives into positives. The female is very protective over her precious family, she can become very mellow when she sees her children in need. As much as she apologises all the time, she can also be quite forgiving for she values family union more than anything, especially wanting the best environment for her children, taking pride in their accomplishments and the littilest of things. She extends that to her nieces as well as her own children.
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  Felipe Mosquera

  Husband - The light and love of her life. Her anchor. Penelope knew he was her soul mate the first time she laid eyes on him. It was definitely one of the best choices she ever made. The way he serenades her with his music, showers her with his love, envelopes her with his hugs and kisses. That was something she could not tire of. Penelope's heart melts whenever she sees him with their children. After disaster struck, as grieving as she was for her two kids and her toddler being lost in the fire, she at least had her husband to heal her heartache while mustering his own courage as he was in the same position.

  Danizta Mosquera

  Daughter (Eldest) - Penelope's first born and only daughter. Her beauty never stopped mesmerising her till this very day. She loved getting her into the most beautiful clothing and tried to keep her child on a silver platter most of the time. Especially when it came to her mother's expectations on this family. She would never stand for Danizta to be outstood by anyone else. In her eyes she was her number one beauty and still stands it till this point. What aches was the fact she lost her in the fire with the rest of her children and that she would never see that beautiful smile whenever she hears some juicy gossip or whenever she wants to show her new performances.

  Cesar Mosquera

  Son (Middle) - Penelope's second child and her first born son to even the score. She adored the boy. He was like a mini version of his father. Especially when he makes sure to keep her on her calm side and keep the clouds at bay. He always used to bring her a cup of chamomile tea at the end of each day to relieve the stress of the day that just passed. Or often distracted her with some good talking sessions so she would get distracted and let her mind ease from the problem that was causing her stress. In return, Penelope made sure no harm was done to his kind soul just like she does with the rest of her kids. She greatly misses feeling his touch on her shoulders every night before going to bed. A hollow space.

  Andres Mosquera

  Son (Youngest) - Penelope's third and last child. Her young boy. The same boy that she only got to hold for only the first three years of his life. Andres was her miracle baby. The baby that was lost to her too soon. Penelope was past the threshold for pregnancy when she got pregnant with Andres so the bond she has to this miracle baby was something she cannot describe. As all her children's loss hit her like a ton of bricks, this one hit her the most as her baby boy did not even get the chance to enjoy his life to the fullest with his family. The fact that she had to endure her children's memorial made by her was not something that went by lightly.

  Santiago Mosquera

  Brother - She loves her brother dearly, now more than ever. He managed to escape the fire by being in prison, she had to hope that at least a family member is still left around. When Santi had been found guilty and sent to prison, their mother wanted him nowhere near the Mosquera household and vice versa. She had instructed them to never step foot near that prison. Not that Penelope would listen. She was the rowdiest of the triplets and she did not like to be kept in place. Penelope has made various attempts to visit her brother and out of all that attempts she only succeeded once. She could still hear her mother's scolding after that event.

  Josefina Mosquera

  Sister - Penelope's sister and complete opposite. Whilst the pair of siblings were close knit as they grew up together, Penelope's fiery nature was all dropped to her and the calm and collected nature was all shoved into Josefina. They were the literal sun and moon. Opposites but balanced each other so much. While they were both woman of family, they had different approaches to showing their love. One thing they had a united front about was their brother Santiago. They wanted nothing more than for him to be with them. It was as if one third of the trio was missing without him. Whilst Josefina always kept to the rules by nature, she always joined forces with Pen and helped her out when she tried to sneak out to visit him.

  Tomas Mosquera

  Brother-in-law - Like her sister, she cared deeply for the man that came into their family by marrying Josefina. At least the Mosquera women did have taste in their man for sure. He always tries to take Penelope's feelings into consideration mainly because the weather is controlled by them. For his wife's sanity, he would try to keep her calm so she won't get hailed on. In fact, Tomas is often the cause of her stress because of his clumsy nature. It was not the first time he was rained upon and almost struck by lightning because he accidentally ruined something Pen just fixed. With the clumsiness aside, Penelope adores her brother-in-law and would always look out for him. Unless he messes up with Josefina which is unlikely. They were perfect.

  Isobel Mosquera

  Niece - Her eldest niece out of twins. Iso and Penelope always shared a good bond especially since her and Dani were close from a young age. It was not the first time Penelope looked after Isobel. She loved the girl and her ways of keeping in shape, her creative side and also the courage to keep going even after her grandmother's expectations for the poor girl from a young age. She admires how she already planned her life from a young age and how dedicated she was to things she enjoyed doing... especially those bouquets for the decorations.

  Luciana Mosquera

  Niece - The younger pair of the twins. Luciana and Penelope were less close but close enough to make sure the female is okay. Penelope always took the time to check up on her. Especially since Luci always seemed to be on the go just like her twin sister. She knew that the first pair of twins had some burdens on their shoulder to carry the family name from their blood line and that meant a great deal to Luciana's grandmother. Sometimes enough was never enough. She enjoyed seeing her and Isobel running around when they were younger. It is that laughter in the courtyard that bring her down these days.

  Madicella Mosquera

  Niece - Although trying to get through Madicella from a very young age, her and her husband were a bit too loud for her nature and end up scaring her more than comfort her. Penelope always let Madi approach her when she is comfortable as she never wanted to make the young one uncomfortable. It did not come easy to talk sometimes. However, given she was with Andres ever since he was born, she knew Madi loved him. In fact, she can never thank Madi enough for taking care of Andres as if he was her own when all was lost.

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  Magical Gift

  Penelope's magical gift is that of Empathic Weather Manipulation. Meaning that Pen's state of emotion were linked directly to the weather phenomena. Typically when she was happy and content it meant there is a chance of sunshine whereas when she was saddened or feeling down meant there was a chance of light rain and clouds. The worst was when she was frustrated or panicked which meant there was thunder and lightning in the midst.
  
  In this regard, it was of utmost challenging for Penelope to control her emotions as if she got deeply upset or frustrated or worse overwhlemed there were chances of snowstorms and hurricanes caused. The srtength of her current emotion can affect the size of it which meant her emotions can inflict onto the actual existing weather and enahnce it instead of having just affecting the area she is standing in.
  
  Pen is still struggling to control her gift as like any human being she can be all over the place without having the need to keep her feelings hidden to wreck havoc on the whole town.

  before the fire

  Penelope was the second and middle out of the miraculous Mosquera triplets, amongst her sister Josefina and her brother Santiago Mosquera. The triplets were like the sun, the moon and the wind. Penelope was the bright star compared to her siblings as from a young age she was more of the rebellious and up-front type of person. She was always one to state her opinion especially to her own mother. True, it would have not mattered as she would succumb to her views one way or another. She knew it was useless to fight her and end up losing her temper… she knew better. Either way despite their difference, her and her siblings were always tightly knit from a very young age. As she slowly started growing up, namely when she hit five years of age, the triplets all got their own little gift. Young Penelope was very excited about her gift to control the weather with her emotions. Little she knew the stress it was going to cause her. She was enjoying the nice warmth of sunshine when she was young all she did was play, dance and running around trying to grasp what to do. Life was sunshine and rainbows.
  
  It was not till she reached into her early teens when she realised her repercussions that her ‘gift’ was leaving her with. With her struggles to fit in and having things her way, Penelope started feeling overwhelming which started to stir the pot up a little with some clouds and even light showers. It was then she realised that her powers were in fact directly linked to all of her emotions and not in the positive means only. It was very hard to contain her emotions when people refused to leave things how they were or make it worse for the majority of the time. You see, Penelope was a neat freak and a perfectionist which did not help her case to keep herself calm. At that point in time, it was her struggle… to try and contain her emotions not to let all hell break loose. She started to find hobbies to distract herself from such worries. It was at the age of ten that she started discovering her passion for dancing. She started learning in her own room first and then teaching her siblings even if they did have two left feet. It was her way of bonding with them from her side. She often enjoyed cooking with Josefina or even watching some telenovelas with her brother. One way or another they tried to keep themselves bonded close to each other.
  
  In her late teen years, Penelope started to venture off outside of the borders of their house, especially since she thought she had gotten the hang of her gift. Or so she thought. Amongst the citizens of Encanto she had a particular liking to one in particular. It was one where the strumming of a guitar or a smooth jazz from a saxophone never seemed to stop. She swore every time she passed by, she could hear a different instrument every time. Now Penelope was a sucker for a good beat to dance to. Whoever was the mastermind behind these notes had already won her over. In time, she came to realise through her mother that the residence was that of the Ocampo’s. She was aware of their renowned name of being a family of musicians. However, she wanted to meet the person behind the lovely notes. One day after the other she noticed a nice young man a few years older than her, playing the same tune on the balcony. Penelope could immediately feel her hips move and sway to the sound of the latino tunes. She paid no mind that she was in the middle of a plaza she just started accompanying the music. Her long light brown hair swaying in the motion of her hips as her eyes briefly met his. It was like love at first sight. His smile swayed her even though they found it hard to talk to each other. As a couple years had passed Pen still made it a point to visit the plaza in hopes of seeing the young man and befriend him and get to know him. To which they first stages of friendship indeed began. From friendly meet ups and collaborative ideas, the pair grew quite close. Around the time Penelope was starting to see Felipe, her sister Josefina was starting to see her new boyfriend. The sisters always enjoyed being each other’s wing-women. Plus, the fact that their dates got along swimmingly always helped their case better.
  
  At the age of twenty, her and Felipe declared their relationship official and they both realised that they belonged with one another. Especially when they declared their love to one another. For the first time in years Penelope felt serene, calm and soft on the inside as a nice warmth feeling of the sun glistened her skin. A feeling she had not felt in a while. That being said, a few years later from their relationship turning from fun to committed, the pair had one to many drinks and went to their ultimate stage. A couple of months later Penelope realised she was late and well she went to check which to her not so surprised she found out she was pregnant. So many emotions ran through her at that point in time; happiness, shock, worriedness and mostly panic. The one thing that was panicking her was her own mother finding out. The first persons she ran to were her siblings. They were the only people that understood their mother like her. Once they calmed her down and assured her all will be well. She then ran in the arms of her boyfriend and broke the news to him. When she saw his reaction, her panic meter started to lower. Really and truly all that mattered to her was Felipe’s acceptance and love. However, as she started her third month, she was a fool to think she could escape her mother’s knowledge. Alma had caught on her early pregnancy glow even though with her baggy clothing it was harder to tell. She was enraged when she found out. She was enraged because Penelope was about to have her child out of wedlock. She did not want that disgraced label on her family name. Her mother demanded she was to wed but she did not want it to be forced out of her will. She approached Felipe about it and he was quite supportive. He had assured her that it was what he wanted as well as her. They were bound to tie the knot one way or another. Knowing her sister was to wed soon, she did not want to steal her thunder, no way. In the mean time it was time to organise a one hell of two weddings! One after the other. Penelope, despite being on overwhelming level explosion, starting finding out the love of organising events. It eased her mind off the thoughts and worries she had at that point in time. In order to fund this, she realised she had to start working. She put her gift to use and became the local’s weather forecaster on the news which was quite accurate on her part. You see, she sometimes did play a part when the weather turns out another way.
  
  After her sister’s wedding came hers and a few months later Penelope welcomed her beautiful baby girl. She was the first grandchild in the family and Penelope couldn’t be more thankful she had arrived healthier than ever. She named her Danitza. She became Penelope’s number one – to make sure she was protected, loved and cherished! Dani was Alma’s light before it was snuffed out to the background when her sister had her own twins. One of them was indeed very beautiful but the way her mother was acting was unacceptable and unfair to Dani even though she was only one year at the time. It only progressed along the years but Penelope converted the jealousy into her utmost to shield her daughter and praised her in front of her grandmother as in her parents’ eyes, Dani was perfect. Two years later at the age of twenty-six, the female was expecting her second child, a darling boy. Cesar came into the family and was the first boy along with three girls that became four as her sister welcomed another baby girl. Her brother seemed thrilled to finally have another male born into the family. In fact, his uncle spent so much time around him that he often took care of him when she was trying to tend to her daughter or simply needed a small break with some alone time. However, as things were going swimmingly for the Mosquera’s, suffered yet another blow. Her brother, Santiago had been separated from the family as he was framed and found ‘guilty’ to a crime. It was there and then that he was taken to prison. Penelope and Josefina felt hollow without him with them. She knew that. At the various attempts tried to visit him, their mother made it her life’s mission to make it as difficult for them as ever. Alma had warned them to keep their distance and banned them from going to visit him. Penelope as established was never one to listen when she was younger, let alone now when she was an adult of thirty-four years old. As much as Josefina was against disobeying her mother despite it all, she also caved in to help Penelope to cover the amount of times Pen snuck out but got busted every time. She swore either her mother paid off the prison or had spies around every corner. It was only when her children grew a bit older, Danitza was ten and Cesar was eight. With a little help and good lies, she had gone with the children and her sister, managed to visit her brother only once with them so he could see them. At least she managed to see him before she got busted. It was a good lasting sisterly bonding with the kids while it lasted.
  
  As their children grew up, her daughter had gotten the gift of hearing and her son had gotten the power of shapeshifting. She could not be happier. However, both Felipe and Penelope were trying for their third child a couple years after Cesar was born but to no avail. Penelope was facing fertility problems that were affecting her chance of getting pregnant. As much as she was bummed and gave up to the fact that she could never manage to get pregnant again, she went to her yearly check ups with her doctor only to realised from her blood tests that she had been pregnant. She was taken aback, how could a thirty-seven-year-old female with fertility problems be pregnant? After various tests and appointments, it resulted that in fact she had been three months pregnant already with her third child. Pen was over the moon about it, it was her miracle baby. She did not want to know the gender of the baby, whichever it was, she was grateful that she had gotten the chance of a lifetime and complete her family of five. A couple of months later, she gave birth to her last handsome baby boy, Andres. Her miracle baby. They were all the apple of their eyes and that never faltered. Penelope and Felipe always kept their children on a silver platter. Even though they can be over bearing sometimes. During Andres’ pregnancy, Pen had never managed to visit Santiago and despite she had to in the back of her mind she had to prioritise the life and up bringing of her children, especially her new born. She had tried sending letters in hopes they had reached him either way. She knew it was impossible with her mother running around like a security guard. She put her focus on raising Andres. Andres was a miracle not to just her but all the family, it had been long since there was a little kid running around house that would eventually mean another gift in Alma’s eyes. He shared a room with her niece, Madicella who always helped watch over him when she had to run errands for her children.
  
  Three years later, the unimaginable happened.
  
  Pen was woken up by the smell of thick smoke coming from underneath the door. All she could do on a whim was yell for her husband to wake as she opened the door to be graced with hot flames coming from the middle of the courtyard. All she could see was red. Pen made a darting run to her toddler’s room as she struggled to open the door as her husband darted for the other of his children. The door know was piping hot as she burned her hands with it trying to kick and open it but she was pulled away by Felipe as she was about to be squished by a falling flamed pillar blocking the door to Andres’ and Madi’s room. Looking back the path Felipe came from she noticed Dani’s and Cesar’s doors have been blocked and engulfed by flames. Penelope was in a state of unbelievable panic and was acting on instinct. She meant it when she would do anything for them. However, as she was about to try Felipe pulled her back and dragged her out of the building practically picking her up at her resistance as tears piled down from her face. Crying out her children as they burned in the fire.

  after the fire

  After the tragedy that hit the Mosquera family, Penelope felt hopeless, distraught, enraged. All the bullshit about keeping herself calm and collected went down the drain as she laid on the outskirts of their village watching their house burn down in flames, their powers fading and their legacy going down to the ground with everyone else inside it. She sat on her knees, looking down her freshly crisp, burnt palms. The tears rolling down on her empty palms. Her darling boy, her beautiful daughter and mostly her infant... were lost just like that. It was as if her own light was extinguished. To top it off, her own mother and beloved sister and her family were lost too...
  
  That being said, she still had the slightest shred of hope that was sure to slowly bring her back to her sanity. She felt her husband's firm hands around her as she screamed out her loss. The village was at a luck that Penelope had lost her gift as well as it would have been flooding and electrocuted at that point in time. It was just a sentence from him to keep on living for their sake was what got her to her feet. After all they had endured Penelope refused to believe all was lost with a flame. She absolutely flat out refused. Sadly, it was reality they both had to face and with that little ounce of strength left she hoisted herself up and both of the grieving parents set themselves for the road ahead. It was time to try and patch up what they have lost to try and live.
  
  Heading out to the outskirts of New Mexico, the couple could not really manage real jobs at first, especially with using the little money they had left to rent a cheap motel to stay in. Penelope was definitely a changed woman... from a bubbly and vivacious character she was dulled down, her light dimmed with the absence of her children. Day by day it was supposed to get better but to no avail. Her and Felipe started earning some coin the way they knew would try to cheer them. They had set up a small stand where Felipe used his talent in music and singing, paired up with Penelope's grace in dancing to his melodies they were quite a talented pair. It started reeling Penelope in back to the old days when she first met the love of her life. It started slowly luring Penelope back out from that grieving and depressive shell enough to not keep sulking. As money and a name was being built the pair managed to land some gigs that actually managed to get them some money to save up throughout the years.
  
  As the long years started blowing by, successes after successes, the pair have managed to save up quite the amount that was being piled up for the whole five years they have spent alone. The area of New Mexico was still pulling her down. Refusing her from moving on from her life here. In fact, upon a discussion with Felipe, they decided to start a fresh life, out of New Mexico. Somewhere else. As much as she was hesitant to leave… he was right. She kept holding to the shred that Cesar, Dani and Andres… her babies were still alive. Her brother who was probably out of prison by now… All the thoughts started accumulating which was her overwhelming nature taking over again. It was hope that was going to shatter sooner or later.
  
  With that, the couple had started their road trip to California. They found a small studio apartment near an urban area of San Jose. It looked like a friendly neighbourhood to move into. Penelope needed some new faces to help perk her up – get into the feel of socialising. However, she knew one hundred percent sure that her only salvation is Felipe’s love and optimism.

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  ISABELA

  full name

  Isobel Hermosa Mosquera.

  age

  Twenty (20).

  gender

  Female.

  sexuality

  Heterosexual.

  date of birth

  November 14th.

  place of birth

  Encanto, New Mexico

  "Pretty hurts, we shine the light on whatever's worst..."

  ethnicity.

  Hispanic American.
  
  

  occupation.

  Textiles and Design university student and Part-time Model.
  
  

  known languages.

  Spanish and English.
  
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  Five feet and Nine inches.

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  One Hundred and Twenty-Nine pounds.

  hair

  Dark Brown, naturally wavy look but she often straightens it.

  eyes

  Upturned shape, Chocolate Brown in colour.

  body

  Isobel's frame is the ideal hourglass figure where her body is well-proportioned in the right areas. Her body is her temple.

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  Isobel bares no tattoos and no markings.

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  Cindy Kimberly
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    likes

    Flowers and Floral patterns, Designing, Flowing Dresses, Parkour (secretly), Photography and Scrapbooking, Sleepovers, Gardening, Milk, Vibrant colours, Perfumes and Scented Candles.

    dislikes

    Imperfection/Perfection (constant struggle), Fighting with her siblings, Abuela's high expectations, Messes, Assumptions, Being seperated from Luciana and Stripes & Spots.
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    hobbies

    
    Coming along with her gift, Isobel has acquired quite the green thumb. Isobel does not mind getting her hands dirty when it comes to taking care of the gardens that are within her room and making sure they had the perfect conditions. She also loves to take care of all the plant life that made their household quite vivid to look at with all the roses, carnations and hibiscus that adorned the inside and outside of the house. In addition, in her time in modelling and also organising she has a knack for designing her own masterpieces. Isobel's dream is to release her own clothing line or even accessories line. Lastly, and she tends to keep this one on the down low because of Abuela and keeping her from killing her son, she enjoys her parkour lessons that helped her easily manouver on her vines in high altitudes. She would often had hushed lessons from her uncle to help keep her perfect stature in the art and even landing even more gracefully rather than flat on her face.
    
    

    habits

    
    Without being a total narcissist, Isobel often finds reflective surfaces distracting for the sole purpose to check that her hair was still styled correctly or that her make up was still set nicely or whether she needed a top up. In addition she loves her flowers, so she usually has small roses or a lily into her hairstyle mainly.
    
    

    fears

    
    Isobel's constant need of being perfect comes with quite the list of fears. She has this constant obsession in her mind that she has to be perfect and that she will never be good enough in anyone's eyes. Even though her parents and her twin were a constant reassurance that she was pretty the way she was both inside and outside. Another one is losing her other half, her twin sister Luciana. The couple were born together, raised together and despite being the opposite sides of a coin the pair complemented each other very well. Isobel would crumble without the solace of her twin. Lastly, she was starting to lose hope that her fate is to be alone, to never find her perfect match, her Mr Right. Isobel does not really have high standards but she wants people to see past the beauty on the inside.
    
    

    fun facts

    
    Due to her gift being linked to most of her emotions, whenever she gets frightened, shocked or taken by surprise one can see random flowers popping out in the least expected of places. Once, she almost swallowed a carnation because Abuela told her she had to get married by the age of twenty.
    

  personality

  From ever since she was a little girl, Isobel only knew one thing. That was how to keep the perfect image of herself to remain the golden child due to some esteemed standards. That meant her personality developed the personal traits of being lady-like with anyone she ever meets especially to find her perfect suitor which seemed to be on her Abuela's priority list. Although she does not out right show it ninety-nine percent of the time, Isobel cares a lot about her family and only clashes because she feels misunderstood, especially from her own younger sister, Madi.
  
  Given her whole life was to keep up with her provided standards, Isobel tends to be quite the people pleaser that more often than not does the trick when getting people to like her both physically and personality wise. Although it tires her most of the time, it was something that was ingrained in her and was a force of habit. It plays a major part in her life that she needs her family to be proud of her to be fully complete. Like her aunt, Isobel is the other perfectionist in her family. If she has to get something done, Isobel will bust out an organising chart and listing all the things needed to be taken care of from A to Z. If a step is missed or something goes awry she can get quite bummed to a point where she encloses herself within her confines and is not seen till she recovers and it is safe for her image.
  
  Lastly, Isobel as perfect looking as she is, she is a hopeless romantic and was a sucker for her own happy ending. Sadly, that light was slowly snuffed out with her Abuela's constant sweet nothings about every potential suitor that Encanto had to offer. Constantly having to endure that, slowly dimmed her romantic side which was slowly dying out and losing hope that she would ever endure a romantic getaway of her own someday. It became something normal to be planned for her and never having a choice in the matter. There is still a slight thread of romance hanging in there, in hopes of her own romantic story but no luck so far. Ever since she did have a try it was as if fate did not allow it and had to leave him behind. This inkling was were her hidden rebellious trait to just breathe comes from. Ever since she started living away from her village she could feel herself breathe. Slowly changing and adapting to the life she wants instead. She was glad that her other sisters and cousins did not share her burden, she hopes that all of them one day would understand the reprecussions in their own way, even if she did get called names that she definitely was not...
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  Josefina Mosquera

  Mother - Josefina has always tried to keep Isobel's hopes up when she thought low of herself. She tried to right her imperfections because she knew that was Isobel wanted. However, she also tried to ease her pressure with all her grandmother's expectations for her perfection by constantly reminding her that she was already ideal the way she is, in her eyes.

  Tomas Mosquera

  Father - Just like her mother, her father always tried his utmost to keep Isobel on her tracks whenever she seems insecure and/or pressured with so many do this and do that. He was her number one fan and tried to support her as best he could alongside her mother. It was not the first time he modelled her flower bouquets and crowns whenever she wanted to design. He even poses from time to time!

  Luciana Mosquera

  Twin Sister - Luciana is her literal rock and soul. The pair have been inseparable since they were born. They differ a lot in their personalities but complimented each other very well. Whenever Isobel was not thinking logically, she is her voice of reason before acting on impulse - especially on the materialistic aspect. Luci always seemed to get in the middle of other sisterly fights. Luci and Iso had only gotten closer after the fire. All they had were each other and no one else. They travelled together and endured many curveballs. She could not imagine handling losing her as well.

  Madicella Mosquera

  Younger Sister - Madi and Isobel from a young age never really saw eye to eye. They were polar opposites and as much as she hates it, Madi only sees the beautiful facade of her sister and never bothered to saw the reasoning behind it. She tries to tolerate the level of nerves but decides it was best to keep distances in certain scenarios. She simply wishes that her sister can see past the facade and also let her in. But she can only hope now.

  Santiago Mosquera

  Uncle/Guardian - From a young age she respected her uncle and admired him. Especially how much he cared for his family. That being said the same family (namely his mother) was disappointed to be associated with him after he went to prison cause all the family to distance themselves for him. That being said after the fire and a lot of aimless moving, the twins encountered him and he became their guardian. He took them under his wing and raised them, providing them the needed guidance as best as he good. For that, Isobel was entirely grateful and she considers him her father figure in the absence and loss of her own.

  Penelope Mosquera

  Aunt - Isobel could relate with Aunt Penelope from a very young age. Penelope loved perfection and Isobel tried to be as perfect as she could. Her aunt was always there to help her decorate and she adored the bouquets Iso made. In fact, whenever their family hosts an event, it was her and her aunt that take the reins to keep things as neat and to the point as much as possible. It was not the first time that they ended up getting in each other's hairs because of that.

  Felipe Mosquera

  Uncle - She simply adored Uncle Felipe and his many ways to keep the atmosphere as stress free as possible with his nice jazz tunes from time to time. She admires his dedication and love for his family, especially his wife. Isobel would kill for something their marriage as she only dreams she would achieve to find a man with her uncle's motives towards the love for his family. Let’s not to forget his charismatic aura.

  Danizta Mosquera

  Cousin - Her cousin was her best friend growing up and a fierce competitor that kept her on her toes. A healthy competition never hurt. Other than Luisa, Isobel confided in Dani a lot, especially when shit hit the fan with Madicella. The cousins shared their good looks and they knew it. Isobel loves her dearly even though sometimes she thinks that she is stepping into her territory. Isobel is simply her wing-woman.

  Cesar Mosquera

  Cousin - Isobel never got the chance to properly know her cousin due to being lost to them from a very young age. She was sure he is unaware of who she is but a face an infant remembers. As much as Isobel was fond of children, she was not a fan of all the messiness they bring. That being said she regrets not getting the chance to know her little cousin.

  Andres Mosquera

  Cousin - Isobel never got the chance to properly know her cousin due to being lost to them from a very young age. She was sure he is unaware of who she is but a face an infant remembers. As much as Isobel was fond of children she was not a fan of all the messiness they bring. That being said she regrets not getting the chance to know her little cousin.

  Oliver Matthews

  Best Friends (Lost touch) - Ollie was Isobel's first boyfriend after their terrible accident. They were high school sweethearts and had quite a solid relationship that sadly could not complete its course. It was one of the best year and half she had spent with him. Given, her and her sister had no guardian and the school was onto them, the twins had to depart. Especially since he only knew her name. To him she was Isobel Reyes. Maybe it was for the best, her identity was not true even though her feelings were.

  Valentina Herrera

  Although not close to her, Isobel can notice that she was one of the few people that managed to start a break through her uncle who kept himself locked in his shell that was quite tough to crack. She is confused whether she likes her or dislikes her because of the fact she disappeared just as her uncle was becoming more comfortable with people around him.

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  Macigal Gift/School Info.

  Isobel's magical gift is that of Chlorokinesis. Meaning that she can grow and conjure up any type of flower that she desires out of thin air as well as any plant life already existing. Isobel can also manipulate them to take any form.
  
  In this regard, the form her conjured plants take form depends on her current mind frame/emotion. Growing up to be the perfect child always caused her flowers to be in perfect shape like roses and vines. If she faltered just a little she would end up reflecting it in her vegetation, like cacti, trees and even sundews. This is the reason behind Isobel's need to be perfect to keep her plants also perfect. Despite it all Isobel has quite the good grasp on her power to not let it falter much. To an extra extent she kept perfecting her craft to extract dyes out of them which can be quite helpful to for new designs.
  
  Scholastic Year: Third.
  Major: Textiles and Design Studies. ~ Electives: Photography and Theater Studies.
  Clubs: Sorority, Cheer and Dance.

  before the fire

  Isobel was born the first oldest daughter from her siblings and the second daughter in the Mosquera Family right after Danizta. That being said, Isobel is the eldest by a six-minute different from her twin sister, Luciana and a two-year gap from her younger sister from her younger sister, Madicella.
  
  The second she came out of her mother’s womb, her Abuela’s attention was gathered and never left. Isobel was quite a small delicate young infant with big chocolate brown eyes and a nice caramel shade to her soft skin. As she started developing her few strands of hair and started walking, Alma had targeted her immediately. She always told Isobel that she reminded her a lot of herself when she was still younger. Especially, her looks. It was one of the main reasons why Isobel was Abuela’s treasure and golden child out of all her siblings and cousins. Everything about her was perfect and it was not like she asked for it to be – it was not like she had a choice on how she looked or on how things seem to fall perfectly on her lap. From the age she started to walk, Abuela would take her on small walks around the house and lecture her on how to act, how to walk, how to stand, how to speak in a certain manner to appear and be a lady. These one-on-one sessions were ingrained from a very young age that was the main reason why Isobel acquired her graceful, mannered nature and why she kept her appearance as neat as possible.
  
  This special lime light made it a bit hard on Isobel to build good relationships with her family. Thankfully from a young age she clicked a lot with her older cousin whom she felt like she stole the spotlight to without wanting to. Danizta was one of her closest friend and cousin despite having some useless and pointless fights when it came to it. When it comes to Cesar, they were not really that close, she thought it was about how his sister ended up as her shadow but he constantly pulls her leg and teases her whenever she shows some of her tendencies like her need to appear so proper all the time. Then comes her younger sister. Madicella and Isobel often locked horns for the majority of the time. Madi always seemed to think Isobel is in her little high tower being nothing but perfect but always seem to fail to see what was beneath all that. The pressure she was under and the constant worries that she would slip up in front of her grandmother. She did not know how to leave sleeping dogs lay. Lastly, was her twin, her opposite. Like her, Luciana had quite a reputation with abuela. It was one of the many things that the twins unfortunately started arguing at a young age about.
  
  Abuela’s ideal for Isobel to be perfect only strengthened when she acquired her gift. The gift to summon and conjure flowers out of thin air. Even her power was perfect in the old lady’s eyes. So much that not even her own mother had that much control over her. More often than not, Isobel always ended up running to the arms of her parents to cry whenever she messed up or abuela scolded her when she accidently wore something inappropriate or when she accidentally acts improper. The young girl had this pedestal which came with a lot of chains that dragged her down with no room to move. Once the gift kicked in, the twins almost had a tantrum about their rooms. Not almost, they had a tantrum about being separated. They were both used to finding solace in each other at the end of the day inside their shared room from day one, it was going to take quite the toll to take that away just by getting gifts. In fact, instead of letting this spiral out of hand, Alma decided to bite her tongue and placed their ‘separate’ rooms next to each other. That being said once they got their way the pair decided to connect their room from the inside and no one would ever really know in the first place. Luciana punched a hole in the connecting wall to make a make-shift doorway whilst Isobel decorated the archway with slight bushes with roses from one end to the other to cover the rugged edges, only to seal it with vines for their own privacy when needed. Iso could not imagine going one night without their late-night conversations (more like venting frustrations) or their weekly sleepovers to re-kindle after a long day’s work of what each Mosquera was expected to do. She knew that although Luci was not in the spotlight like she is but she knew she was quite a tough shell both physically and emotionally for the family. It was well needed for Luci to have a shoulder to cry and lean on when she needs it. That was Isobel.
  
  At the age of six, Isobel started doing young beauty pageants and that was when the real pressure was starting to be felt. The young girl already knew how to apply her own skin care routine and make-up by that age and ready herself. She knew her mother came with her for moral support but her grandmother wanted her to win. To have a name as the most beautiful girl in Encanto. Trophies she easily collected behind a lot of cries and pep talks to keep strong. However, it was recognised by her uncle, her mother’s brother, that the child was unhappy when people were not looking. She did not know how or why but it seem her Uncle Santiago always managed to bond with his nieces and nephews. With young Isobel, he pulled her aside and asked her what she wanted to learn. What she wanted to do. The young girl saw how he used his body movements to go from one place to the other and at that age it was amazing that one could do that and from such heights. Her eyes shined as she told him she wanted to learn that but to do it with her powers. It would be quite a talent to have to her pageants after all. The man accepted her offer and started to show her how to parkour without her vines, to just learn it herself first. At first, she usually fell and tried to hide her scars and bruises with foundation from her grandmother but then she started perfecting her skills. She tried to keep it silent apart from her twin sister. Alma would probably kill her son if she knew he was putting her into that danger. Eventually she had to open up to her mother as she needed her special healing to not make any major bruises visible and have that healed with just one of her famous arepas.
  
  By the age of nine, her uncle seemed to have vanished with no trace and making one of her two escapes from the perfect life, gone. It was only later on through the years she got to know he was imprisoned. Her parents had told her as Alma forbid everyone to not talk about Santiago and what happened. She had no choice but go back to her usual cycle. Those beauty pageants easily turned into her modelling career which seemed to be more tolerable and manageable as Isobel started growing into a beautiful teenager. Resembling Alma more and more. She was almost a carbon copy of Alma in that age. Isobel’s life came with a lot of dos and don’ts which exhausted the teenager as the years passed by. Going through her life with a smile and a simple bet of the eyes would earn her abuela’s favour which she was brainwashed to acquire. No one would want to disappoint her, no?
  As the situation was something that she was getting used to, Isobel started to somewhat tolerate this lifestyle with its ups and downs. She was going to her modelling gigs during one time and on the other hand she was making her own designs to wear from her own talent and photographing them to document it. Everything was shaping up until she was thrown off by Alma. She personally told the fourteen-year-old that she had found her three suitors that she was to get to know. She wanted to start settling her to start her own life and possibly bring in the next generation into light in a couple of years. Isobel was so shocked that a carnation popped out of nowhere in her open mouth that almost choked her even. She absolutely had no words for this except run to her parents for solace. Was she losing it? She was still a young teen. This seemed to be the straw that broke the camel’s back. Isobel was to meet her first suitor the following day. It was best she slept on it.
  
  Only, that night she couldn’t even get one eye closed. However, as she was dozing off, she was woken up by the sound of her cousin’s terrified screams for everybody to get out. Disaster struck as the fire spread in a matter of seconds. Her mind immediately eyed the archway and darted herself with a vine wave towards her twin to the archway as they met each other with a panicked look. As the pair tried to frantically leave the room through her door, they already could see fallen debris blocking their path. Isobel’s room was made of grass which easily caught fire. Iso signalled Luci to jump through the window. She tried to grow connecting vines from the window to themselves as a harness but as they were halfway to landing from all the way up of the second floor, her magic seemed to have faded as her vines disconnected and wilted to only catch fire from the room they had just escaped. All she knew they were plummeting to their fall one second and feeling her sister’s arms and body enclose her dainty self. With that she only felt a small thud.

  After the fire

  As Isobel slowly opened her eyes, she noticed her sister underneath her who just took both their weights and took the fall from almost a floor high. She nudged her gently before rolling off of her and slowly helping her sit up. The pair sat up both looking as the flames engulfed their childhood home. No one made it out, at least to their knowledge. Tears welled down from her cheeks as she knew all her family apart from Luciana and her Uncle Santiago. All apart them, were lost. Her dearest mama, her dearest papa… everyone.
  
  As they came into their senses, getting the sense they were just orphaned, they did not know what their next step would be. They just ran away and started running, finding for a place to seek shelter and come up with a game plan. Excluding the part where they were still in their sleeping wear, the twins made their way to a diner huddled in the warmth it provided. She did not want to meet her suitors badly but not this badly. The thought of meeting them was there, they maybe could have helped. She scrunched her nose and immediately shook off that thought. If they were going to survive it was because of their ways and together. Upon their shelter, Isobel received a text message from her modelling agency. They were about to take some various gigs outside of Encanto. Could this have been their chance? With that, Isobel returned the call to accept. Only… they needed a parent or legal guardian’s signature in order to proceed as they would need them to supervise the minor. They were not going to just send a fourteen-year-old by herself to an outside city. She frowned before looking at her sister. It was time for a makeover for dear Luci to transform to their dearest mother. She had the frame for it, the similarities for it as well. All what was needed were decent clothing and proper make up effects which thankfully Iso was skilled at. With that the couple headed to the nearest thrift store to get the cheapest middle-aged women clothing they could find while also getting some pair of clothing for them to wear and also some basic make-up that was needed to complete the transformation. She thanked the heavens that her gigs came with income and winning prize money that abuela had saved otherwise, worse than stranded they would have been broke.
  
  After managing to successfully turn her fourteen-year-old sister to their beloved thirty-nine-year-old mother, it was show time. All they needed was the sign the contract and go unnoticed. The ‘mother’ and daughter made their way to the offices and made their performance of a lifetime to get this. The gig included an accommodation for the duration of two years which was more than enough to try and get them on their feet and as well as a bus fare to get them to their next destination. Whilst doing her last modelling shoot, Luci went to draw out as much money from Iso’s account as she could without raising any red flags. And like that they were riding of for a new life. A new life without their family…
  
  As they started to inch closer to their new lifestyle, the pair first made it to their accommodation. Push came to shove at least they had a temporary roof on their heads at the newly rented apartment from the contract itself. Both Isobel and Luci however, did not want to lack on their educations. Especially since they were so young. They started by doing their research on a local computer only to find a cheap high school which was nearby, doable on their current budget. They filled in the needed registrations and put in their forged signature that Luci had acquired. In this regard, for now they managed to pull through as Isobel Reyes and Luciana Reyes were enrolled to start in next term which was in a couple of weeks. It was ideal for them to change their last name in registration not to attract unwanted attention linked to the tragedy. Even though allegedly they were presumed dead. As they were attending their education, Isobel worked on her day-to-day shoots to earn some extra cash to get by. During her one of her very first shoots in this city it was more male themed than female, but she encountered many new models who seemed to be local to this city. She took notice and made sure that she introduced herself so that she acquainted herself with some new friends. Even though she did not manage she noticed that a brunette male she had her eyes on managed to slide away after the shoot. He looked a couple years older and not really stoked to be there.
  
  Her second shoot came around the bend and she noticed that familiar brunette to be on the shoot. They had to collaborate on these jeans modelling ad for a company but during mid-shoot, he abruptly left as if he saw someone. She was unaware whether it was something she had done to make him uncomfortable or the shoot itself, but she followed to apologise if so. As she followed him outside, she noticed he was in a heated argument with an older looking female about something along the lines of ‘quitting’ and ‘cannot do this anymore’. As Isobel was about to step back he looked her way and they locked eyes as she hid behind the wall and rushed off after that look she received.
  
  After that awkward encounter she went back to the apartment to vent and spill the tea on the day she had. Additionally, they were about to start school the following day which was nerve wrecking as much as it was exciting for the twins. They were mostly home-schooled back home, so it was a new experience and they did not want to seem to entitled. After their orientation, the pair were separated and sent to their respective timetable. Just her luck she had her first elective which was Film Studies which came right at her with a new group project. All the class was assigned a partner at the teacher’s discretion. Her partner’s name was Oliver Matthews and he was a no show in the elective today. True, Iso had her ways with a camera but critiquing films was not something she knew so she hoped that her partner knew something the least. The next time they had the elective was the following couple days which she needed to know who her partner was. As she was rushing towards her elective, she completely ran over someone. As she took a few steps back she apologised deeply before noticing the familiar brunette at the doorway that she did not see the two days ago. What she was not expecting is the same person she locked eyes with before running away on the intrusion. She let out a sigh and asked whether to her luck if he was Oliver Matthews to which he nodded before showing him the piece of paper stating they were partners for this extracurricular project. Great. Way to knock up the awkward silence. Firstly, she was stumped by his looks and secondly, she could not help but replay the scenario she witnessed in her head
  
  As the project progressed throughout the month, the pair started off their endless films that needed to be watched and analysed. This was totally not down Isobel’s alley. They had around three movies of every genre of three different eras to speculate the time changes in the art of filming and directing. She might as well have been good as that. For the first batch of movies, they had stayed in an empty class so they could start watching something out of this project. The genre was comedy which was a good start to not embarrass herself. Once they were done they went to grab some lunch in order to start jotting down notes about noticeable differences they knew. As they were discussing, Isobel could not shake off the feeling about the shoot and wanted to apologise if she seemed intrusive. She explained that she only thought she had done something to upset him. Just like that she noticed the slight relaxation of his facial muscles. The pair ended up conversing only to find out how similar of a situation they were. For him it was his mother and her, her abuela who was now resting. In fact, meeting after meeting that conversation had gotten deeper and more personal. Just like he did, he advised her that she should take matters into her own hand and do what she wanted instead. He was right, abuela was now not in the picture. She could do and live however she felt like. However, it seemed old habits die hard.
  
  As the months passed and their friendship went to another level in closeness, the pair were slowly accustoming to each other’s presence that they often used the project as an excuse to hang out. It was it. Isobel was falling slowly for this Oliver. Having a bit of an uncomfortable set up, it seemed Ollie had plucked up the courage and offered they continued their film journey at his house after school. She tried to keep her facial expressions as neutral as possible, but her smile was the most beautiful that she could not keep it hidden. She of course had checked with her sister before committing and seeing if it was okay with her and she complied. And so, she accepted. She had met after school to continue their journey through the romance genre. How fitting. As they made themselves comfortable at his home, she noticed that throughout the sappy scenes, he was inching closer. Something she did not retaliate to. As the movie inched to an end the pair experienced a well fitting first kiss. If it was intentional or not, it made Isobel’s heart and stomach start doing their own dance routine. From that night on, the couple made themselves testing the dating scenario. After endless fangirling to Luci about him, it was also sister approved.
  
  After endless dates, endless nights of enduring the rest of the genres at his house and her now first high school sweetheart, they made it official three months into their relationship. Three months were Isobel felt free. During the time she has also found out her sister was trying to entertain her own interests, Isobel was thrilled. It was nice that Luciana was finally thinking of her own interests and well being rather than others. She gladly encouraged her to do the same and get out there with her interests. Just everything was going smoothly, they had to endure their parent teacher conference where Luci had to fake sick and dress up to impersonate their darling mother once again.
  
  A year and a half later, the sweet 16 princess had the perfect job, the perfect accommodation and most importantly a healthy and precious relationship with Oliver which lasted this far. Isobel was a stranger to having a choice and the fact she was able to choose her first love was something that she was glad about. It was magical. In fact, in a year and a half, they encountered many firsts, including the first ‘I love you’. He kept her on a silver platter and most importantly he was a gentleman who respected her wishes which attitude was of course reciprocated by her. The second parent teacher conference came near and as Luci tried to call in sick again, the school demanded a change in date which was going to get sticky. The pair had to evacuate. Sadly, that meant leaving everything they built and everyone they loved behind. She had to end her relationship abruptly with her boyfriend. She did not have the courage to face him face to face but instead she left him a heartbroken voice message that she had to leave the city and that she cherished the time they shared together. That she loved him dearly and he will always be close to her heart no matter what. She tried to pluck up the courage and tell him face to face but it broke her. She instead took out a copy of one of their first polaroids and slid it inside his letter box. At the time Isobel did not have any social media as due to circumstances she needed to keep her life private.
  
  Knowing it was the best option for their survival, it was also one of the hardest choices she had to face. Leaving her new found love behind. It was a pain to be ripped yet again from her well settled life just because they were still minors and of course not needed to get caught. If they got caught, they would have ended up in the system and the last thing she needed was to be separated from Luciana. They were sixteen after all, the chances of getting adopted within the same family or at all were very slim indeed. At least, despite ending her almost two-year relationship, she still had her sister close to her and that was what she needed to slowly get through this rough patch. As they started along the drive to their new place to call home, Isobel kept looking down at a polaroid picture that her and Oliver first took when they started dating. Not to mention, she had to inform the agency that she had to move and ended their contract accordingly.
  
  The pair were now in a new city, some funds to get by and trying to find the closest motel to try and figure out what was next in their new adventure. Especially, a new last name. However, as they arrived in their next destination to check in, they vaguely saw a familiar hair of curls walking on the opposite side of the road. Another day later, they see the same person walking the same route. Iso and Luci thought they were imagining their uncle. After yelling out his name, he looked and it was paled as if he saw two ghosts of the past. It was him, Uncle Santiago. Fate surely had its own ways. She could not blame him for thinking he was hallucinating as they were dead to him. A pain in her heart was felt as she saw how different he looked and he acted. He got distant. Prison surely made an effect on him. It was as if life was pushing them towards the path of their own and taking their own lead in life. Bumping with the uncle that always made that happen was most definitely a sign.
  
  After countless of weeks trying to convince the sisters were alive and breathing, not just a figment of his imagination. He took in the girls within his apartment that suited the three of them. It was a major change for both him and them. They had not lived with an adult in two years. Combined with their earned money and their uncle’s funds it was an easily made transition that all of them truly needed even if they did not notice from the beginning. He had invested in a house for the three of them to fit rather than his small apartment or their rented motel. For a change, the pair enrolled into a new school which Santiago as their legal guardian which made their stay a better lived one there. As much as she loved this reunion her heart was still broken as she left her first love behind. During this transition, she had started making her own presence on social media known. Especially since they were no longer orphaned. She more often than not follows what he was doing with her finger aching to hit the ‘add friend’ button so that she can talk to him, hear his voice. However, she remained reminiscing over that polaroid picture as it was for the best for both of them. Life was slowly shaping as the twins lived under their uncle’s roof as their guardian but how he tried to not step on their toes and being their friend rather was greatly appreciated. It was a breath of fresh air for the twins most definitely.
  
  She was eternally grateful at how their uncle was going the extra mile for them and helping funding their school and refusing for both of them to work and simply let them enjoy their teenage years as they should have. They had already lost their childhood fun; he did not want them to lose more. He would constantly argue with her not to pay their share of the bills and also groceries. He was pretty persistent for Isobel to keep her own earned money should they needed it for future purposes. It was quite thoughtful and for that she was eternally in debt even if he wanted nothing in return. As they started rekindling their relationship, Isobel suggested to spark some light by training her in parkour again. Isobel was slightly taller and they could train without the constant fear Alma was going to bust them. Now it was definitely about trying to train without her gift. She did not have it. None of them did.
  
  As a year passed, she started to see a change with her uncle. He was beaming with his slight smile every time he came home from his walks/runs. Or how less jumpy he got when he approached certain people in social interactions. Isobel’s inquisitive nature could not leave well enough alone and bugged him to know what happened. It appears so that uncle had met an old friend from Encanto by the name of Valentina. Whoever this Valentina was seemed to get through her uncle which to that she vouched for her. If it meant seeing her uncle more relaxed, smiling and at ease, she was most definitely up to giving this woman a chance. Life seemed to have finally settled for all of them. Even though Isobel missed terribly, Oliver, she needed to try and at least move on. The chances of ever meeting again were very rare. The time to move on was definitely now. She gave the polaroid kiss and slid it in her coin purse before venturing out in the great outdoors. That being said, from her new school, no one really piqued her interest there as much as he did. So, she invested herself into her hobbies and started making designs to make her own line someday. Her portfolios were mediocre but to everything there was a start.
  
  Two years later, nearing the twins’ eighteenth birthday, they were approached by a very hurt Santiago who informed them that it was the best idea for them to move. The explanation was short and sweet but the timing seemed to be on point. Both Iso and Luci were looking into a university that seemed to be a good fit for them. A change of scenery would be good given they did not click as well in this city. Only this university was a few cities up. During that time Isobel has discovered that his glumness came back because Valentina had been taken back to the hospital. That took her uncle three steps back and she could not have it. She could not help but frown upon it, even though she was taken away. Santiago deemed it best fit for the girls and himself to move to avoid getting riled up into this sticky situation.
  
  Finding yet another apartment, they managed to settle but during the duration of their stay it was simply not the ideal situation. Their educational choice was not as ideal as they thought. For Isobel, the university did not offer anything remotely close to her interests which was opposite to how they published their website. The administration said it was a last-minute change. As much as the people in general were a joy to be with, it was just not sitting right. How they lasted almost two years was beyond all of them. After careful consideration and discussions, Isobel and Luci decided to start looking for another university that seemed to be more suited and does not do surprise changes. Finding the perfect fit, the pair went to see if it was an affirmative from their uncle to which he obliged to with no issues.
  
  Hopefully for the last time, when they reached twenty years of age, they headed of to San Jose, California. That way for the first time in their life they enrolled within a school that they could actually start from the first semester. As they were awaiting to board the plane, they ended up encountering a surprise. It was Val. She apparently had finished her course and is now on proper medication. Wanting to start a fresh. She noticed a look when she saw it. As much of a good impact she was, it had its negatives and she did not want anything to do with her. Not after what happened. She was protective and for that to happen again it was a no. Isobel spoke to her but she kept her at arm’s length. So, the four had managed to make it to California. The twins managed to start settling in their dorms which thankfully they were sharing. They had made that a special request for sure. She was over the moon that they were willing to adjust to their needs. Provided Santiago had helped them settle in with their boxes and designing their dorm, they returned the favor by helping him settle in an apartment nearby which was next door to his friend. As much as Isobel did not like her, she was glad Santiago will not be living alone while they were at university.
  
  Isobel only hoped that they could finally… breathe…

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  general

  Lena

  full name

  Elena Mia Lopez.

  age

  Nineteen (19).

  gender

  Female.

  sexuality

  Bisexual.

  date of birth

  June 25th.

  place of birth

  San Diego, California.

  "Don't let 'em bring you down. This is how we do it now ..."

  ethnicity.

  American.
  
  

  occupation.

  Art Design & History university student.
  
  

  known languages.

  English.
  
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  One Hunderd and Twenty-Two pounds.

  hair

  Dark Brown, naturally curled locks often kept at shoulder length or less.

  eyes

  Almond shaped, chocolate brown in colour.

  body

  Elena tries to keep her body in the best shape even though it is troubling for her health wise. She has a rather rectengular athletic build with lightly toned muscles. She loves to keep herself slouched when sitting so whenever she stands she can feel a slight crook at the back of her neck. Her frame is actually taller but appear smaller due to this. That being said she does appear yellowish in skin and a bit thin from time to time.

  mods

  For natural modifications, Elena has a trail of light freckles going across the bridge of her nose as well as various scar tissue from the stitching of past operations. Lena has a pair of regular lobe earrings as well as a helix and daith piercings on her left ear as well as a nose ring round her right nostril. Lastly, a tattoo that she had designed personally on her abdomen. Click Here.

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    likes

    Art, Designing, Reading, Comics, Action Movies, Skateboarding, Bright Colours, Keeping fit, Friendly Banter, Her sibling bonds, Social Media, her Followers, Succulents and Lollipops.

    dislikes

    Smoking, Bad days, Haters, Rain, Bullying, Not being able to put a smile on someone's face, Chocolate, Soft Drinks, Fur (due to allergies), Hot/Warm drinks and Anything sour or spicy.
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    hobbies

    
    Elena's passion ever since she was a yound toddler was the love for a paintbrush or any other method of drawing lines and shapes. She tried her utmost to keep updated with the latest style in order to broaden her skills in the ways of the brush. Her favourite style is comical as well as making the use of acrylic paint. In addition, Elena also loves to read. Even though it is not her preferred hobby she loves to read some brief summaries or try to write a short story so that she can translate it into her art in result. Lastly, Elena can also skateboard. From a very young age, her first present when she was a kid was in fact a skateboard. The way people rode them, fascinated her. In this regard, Elena ended up having her way with it and can even manage some tricks.
    
    

    habits

    
    Elena is a sucker for lollipops. She is often found indulging on one and simply continues biting down on the stick leaving it in her mouth like one with a toothpick. In addition, she loves ecery flavour so she does not like repeating flavours and the following has to be a different flavour. Her favourite being Blueberry. In fact, her tongue is usually blue due to that. In addition, Lena is mostly found in the art room, painting away or sketching. Do not be surprised to see her clothes or overalls being covered in splotches of pair or pen marks on her skin too.
    
    

    fears

    
    Elena fears that she will lose her family the way that her mother lost them. Through the same disease that threatened Lena's life for the majority of her years. Elena also fears that one day her brother would end up hating her.
    
    

    fun facts

    
    Lena does not really dislike sugar or caffeine but she tends to avoid them to avoid rushes which will cause her to become way too much way too fast. That often leads to either tripping over her own feet or a series of embarassing moments in just a couple of hours. In addition, she will most often have paint in the randomest place of her body, clothes or even hair sometimes. Elena has an online persona known as Y3LLOWD4FFODIL15, even though she keeps herself completely anonymous to her online followers and friends, she still acts like herself but using that platform to send out various message through her art and also takes in requests to shed a smile on someone's face.
    

  personality

  Elena is a rather free-spirited and optimistic soul. No matter what life brings, Lena tries not to let it knock her off her feet, no matter how harsh. Although it is not the easiest thing to do when complications strike, Elena has an anchor that helps her remain on the right track. That anchor is the people that she holds dear like her departed mother, her brother even. Her inspirations. She always flows with this message in mind, "Live your days like they are your last!" as well as "Keep on smiling!". She drives herself on such empowering quotes to let her survive the days as they come. She strives on happy relationships and friendships and can get quite butthurt if she sees a fight unveiling. Keep peace.
  
  Elena loves to wear her heart on her sleeve. She loves to relate and put herself in people's shoes. Trying her utmost to providing a shoulder and ear to those who needed and advice if she had any factual advice to give. Even though not having a flow of friends and resorting to keep to herself most of the time, she is still quite outgoing and very friendly to those she meets up with, making her really easy to make friends. In fact, despite having a lack of childhood due to being in the hospital for the most of it and back in her early teens again, she clearly tried to keep her inner child onto the outer self. She tries to embodies being the sunshine to those she cares about mostly. That being said, with her inner child being out, sometimes Elena can be quite childish whenever she feels like being one. She has quite a bantering nature and will joke about something and it sticks. This means, she sometimes does not realise when the joke was taken too far or whenever someone was getting pissed about it. Those who know her just tell her but it does not come across that way to strangers even.
  
  That being said, sometimes people take advantage of her benevolentness and generosity the female has to offer. This often leads to her being heart broken or even taken advantage of till the person's needs and simply shook off when she was of an inconvenience. Nonetheless, how much that irked and defeated her way of living, she still keeps true to her morals, even though she can be naive for doing so. Elena also has this obsession with colours reflecting moods. Hence, why she loves very vibrant colours to surround her rather than monotones or dull ones. She strives to lives her best life that sometimes her dreams get way ahead of her and not forsee any consequences that she might face or how that affect the people around her.
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  Older Brother - Elena and Gabriel were like two peas in a pod. Ever since Elena was a toddler all she knew was him and her in diapers, trying to grab at anything they can to play with. Including each other's hair. The pair of siblings were quite into the arts and they shared that in common. Always trying to bond on the latest masterpiece. She cannot imagine and refuses to imagine a life without her inspiration!

  fa1rytale_pressure

  Best Friend - As far as her online friendships go, this one was her all time treasured and cared for. They were their most followed and their voice were pitched to most of Elena's artistic ideas which was a source of inspiration for the aspiring artist. When Elena was at the lowest, they had supported the little flame from the opposite end of a screen. From that day on, Elena would often find herself seeking the screative outside of the box thing of fa1rytale_pressure. She just hopes she can finally get to meet the real person behind the screen. The real person who had such fire and passion towards her art as she. A mind like that was also an artist...

  Alison Conway

  Best Friend - One of Elena's first friend and also a fellow artist. The pair both met on campus when Elena first joined the university from her hiatus from school due to health issues. When they first met their outgoign nature both clicked through common interests and they hit it off. Once Alison found out about Lena's blog she was more intrigued and sometimes they even did their projects as a collaboration. Nowadays, Ally is one of her right hands and one of her most trusted gal pals.

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  Macigal Gift/School Info.

  
  NOT YET ACQUIRED
  
  

  Spoiler: Power Description

  Artistic Creation
  
  Her artistic creations will now be further evolved as her art is no longer kept on a medium but comes to reality. She has the ability to create objects and even personifications with just a whip of her brush/pencil. That being said, if personifications are made they would not have the mind and soul like any real person would. In addition, in order for her creation to develop into realistic material, they would need to be drawn with a specific pencil that has been formulated right in front of her when her ability was given to her.
  

  
  Scholastic Year: Second. (new transfer)
  Major: History of the Arts (+ Art Design). ~ Electives: Sports & Fitness and Theater Studes.
  Clubs: Art & Writing, Glee and Cooking.

  before the death

  Elena was the youngest child and only female of the Lopez family. As a family they were all tightly knit and bonded well together. Having all family events done together was something that helped in that matter. In fact, she was closest with her brother, Gabriel. He was the eldest by two years, but they were truly not felt. Ever since she was Still in diapers, she had her own best friend that was given to her by brother nature. Literally bonded by blood. Her mother was a really a family person and believes in family bonding. She made it a point that all four members actually went outside for a family outing at least twice a week as well as the mandatory lunch every Sunday at noon. In fact, thanks to this, both children got to enjoy the company of their father who had to work double to sustain all of them. Her mother sadly suffers from a disease known as cystic fibrosis which affected greatly her breathing rendering her bed-ridden for a certain period she did not feel her hundred percent. In fact, she invested her time in art which she then sold to make some extra cash. She made sculptures, paintings, models, etc… Elena was always quite fascinated by her mother’s creations. It was where the young girl started to copy the talent, she saw in front of her.
  
  As Elena started to grow up and turned five, she had started to feel the same symptoms that her mother had. Shortness of breaths, constantly feeling faint as if not getting enough nutrients. At first it was dismissing but it was not the first time the girl fainted just as her and Gabriel were running after each other around the park. It was then that her parents rushed for tests. To their disappointment, she had inherited the same disease as her mother as it plagued them both. Despite being in the hospital for months till they got her on track, her parents would still visit her everyday with Gabe who always got her new supplies their parents bought for him to give her. She had a lot of time to brush up her skills for sure. Thankfully, it was not a harsh attack and Elena recovered within a year to be able to proceed normally. The doctors had even recommended her to try and keep active within capacity, so she does not lazy her body out. In fact, she had informed her father who trained to try and keep her occupied whenever she was free. Even in school, she was always accompanied by her brother in case anything went south till she stabilised. Not going to lie, there was one good thing about the hospital and that was they gave out free lollipops!
  
  By the age of seven, Elena had slowly recovered and on their one of their family outings they had went to a nice day at the city which they rarely did. Their mother needed supplies and their father needed to do a quick errand, so they took their children with them. It was then that something piqued her interest that was not even remotely related to art. It was a piece of board on four wheels. A skateboard. She expressed interest in it, but her father told her that they will see to it later but never did. Although it bummed her out, they still tried to make it up to her with other things. That being said, as she proceeded to grow, on her ninth birthday they had all pitched in and got the skateboard. She was beyond the moon with that present and she of course diverted her attention from art to skateboarding. True she had a few nicks and bruises from falling but it was an alert for them as she bruised easily. Nothing Elena could not handle. However, as she was progressing, her mother was doing otherwise. She had caught a bad chest infection that had her bedridden for a year. Both Elena and Gabriel tried their best to help their mother, bathe her, feed her, accompany her. Elena even abandoned skateboarding as it wasted precious bonding time with her mother. She could not forgive herself no matter how much she told her.
  
  Their father was working like a dog to try and aid them, aid his wife in the medical bills. They had to keep her at home because they could not afford a hospital room. It was what she wanted. To stay united. They all respected her wish. At a point even Gabe and Elena pulled their mattress in a slept in the same room with them on the floor snuggled to each other. As the year progressed, the infection only got worse with a lot of mucus accompanied that she could not breathe. When their mother took her last breath, she was at school and their father had to rush and pick them up and take them home to mourn together as much as they could. Elena was devastated. She had lost one of her best friends, her mentor, her mother. She tried to be there for her brother and father as best as she could. It felt so devastating for them, let alone her father.

  after the death

  After that grieving news hit, their father tried his best to be there for his children, but he could not hold himself together. He started to dissolve himself into work as that was all he knew. All the household chores were slowly started being abandoned. Elena started feeling a bit more distant to him. The times she saw him he could barely look her in the eyes. She understood that he was mourning but she wanted his attention, she was mourning too. All she could turn to was Gabe. As he was older, their father had put him in charge of chores so that they can proceed to live in a good environment. Gabe than taught Elena so that they can help each other out. For a good couple of years, they have managed to take care of one another while still managing to get back to school.
  
  Elena was just getting back into skateboarding and finally making her own portfolios to start showcasing at her school projects before she had an accident at school from not getting enough nutrients. Truly she did but the fibrosis was acting up again and had risen quite drastically. In fact, she had been attending school from home with her brother constantly taking her assignments and bringing them so she would not fall behind. The fact she was terribly sick, it brought their father back to his senses, talking to her and visiting her to make sure she had everything. In fact, despite she could still see the pain in both their eyes, she kept a smile so that they won’t give up. She will be okay. Three years had passed as her health started progressing once again. Stronger than ever her body was slowly adapting to the temporary medication that she was prescribed. During that time, she had started planning on commemorating her mother through something they both enjoyed, art. She decided to start documenting all her mother’s art and her own. Lena had found a site called tumblr where she could do just that.
  
  She decided to take the anonymous persona of Y3LLOWD4FFODIL15 which was the age she started combined with her mother’s favourite flower. It helped it was her favourite colour as well. With that, during the time she spent in recovery she tried to find some of her mother’s artwork and started blogging with quotes to accompany the art. In fact, she decided that these three years, till she can finally return back to school safely she would spend her time getting back on her feet. She would usually go for a jog or a skateboard ride in her free time as well as cook for her brother and father whilst they were away. She had killer time to well… kill. As things shaped up in the Lopez household, their father came with shocking good news. He had found a partner. What they did not expect was that he was male. She could not be happier that he found love again especially after what had happened. In addition, it made Lena feel a splash of relief too. Reason being Elena has managed to make a lot of friends through her blog. It was how her friendship with FA1RYTALE_PRESSURE. Although they were anonymous like Elena it was a vibe, she got that they were female. The way she bonded with this person was like no other. They used to comment on their every piece of work and gave their opinions whenever Elena would ask for opinions. One day she was about to text them privately to thank them personally for their input and found an incoming message from the same person. She was ecstatic as they started to chat and was one of her closest friends despite not knowing each other’s real identity.
  
  After she had managed to get her registered new treatment, it was her dad’s partner who helped secure a first batch all the way back in California where he was from. That meant they had to move for two reasons. Valid ones. It was good that Gabe had finished high school, at least he would start fresh at this new University where Elena was to attend when she is fully on treatment. The family headed to San Jose California just in time for her brother’s first year in university. Elena proceeded with her blog and workouts to get her stamina and trying her best to eat. Keep healthy for the treatment to work. Her tumblr blog was booming with followers who viewed her mother’s art and hers as inspirational. Nowadays, Elena had successfully completed her first batch of medicine and was ready to enrol on her second year at the same university as Gabriel.

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  Val

  full name

  Valentina Olivia Hererra

  age

  Forty-Two (42).

  gender

  Female.

  sexuality

  Pansexual.

  date of birth

  February 12th.

  place of birth

  Barcelona, Spain.

  "That you were always with me when it hurts, I know that you'd understand ..."

  ethnicity.

  Catalan (Spanish).
  
  

  occupation.

  Early Years Educator (previously), Currently unemployed.
  
  

  known languages.

  Spanish, Italian and English.
  
  
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  One Hundred and Twenty pounds.

  hair

  Light to Dark brown in colour, mid-back in length often straightened.

  eyes

  Almond shaped, dark brown in colour.

  body

  Despite not the most active out there, thanks to genetics the female is very shapely. She keeps herself kept together whenever she is in the right state of mind. Her facial expressions are visible when she is taking medication as her body is more laid back and in rough shape. She is quite slender and that aids in the height she has.

  mods

  Valentina has no tattoos and no piercings due to working with children she decided it was best to keep herself clean from anything. She has two visible beauty spots, one on her cheekbone and the other on the side of the bridge of her nose on top of the other. Lately, during her time in the hospital she had accquired dark circles that are a pain to remove.

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    likes

    Childcare, Astronomy (particular Zodiacs as well), Star gazing, Innuendos, Drinking, Confiding and Talking about her feelings with those she trusts, Books, Cooking/Baking, Reds and Sunglasses.

    dislikes

    Routines, Traditions, The men dressed in white, Downgrading/undermining, Having to start over her life, Hospitals, Make-up, Shopping, Betrayals, Liquid food, Lack of spontaneity and Green.
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    From a young age, her father had trained her in very basic close combat in case she would need to defend herself. Being a librarian assistant and librarian, Valentina found herself reading most of the time and that introduced her love for research. It was amazing how much knowledge one can get just by reading a book. Throughout the years, Val even learned how to cook, bake and DIY kits. She needed something to keep the children she takes care of busy. Her best bet was to adapt and pick up new talents.
    
    

    habits

    
    She loves to fidget. Whatever she is doing she would need something in her hand to play with. Due to force of habit, she used to have bobby pins which is the main cause of why she stretches them enough or always loses them. In addition, she tends to keep a hair tie around her wrist which she picks at. Lastly, Val despite all these hair accessories, loves to hold her hair up with pens, pencils, etc...
    
    

    fears

    
    Valentina has this great fear of hospitals or anything remotely associated with it, especially after what she had to endure. She mostly fears the men in white that kept chasing and chasing her till they found her and kept dragging her back. In addition, Valentina also fears that she can never settle anywhere, all her life has been constantly on the move or disturbed when settled. She fears her mental illness will get the best of her one day.
    
    

    fun facts

    
    Valentina has this obsession with having her books sorted by genre and then alphabetical order. She loves to organise her library (or when she worked as a librarian) in her own manner. It kept her distracted. In addition, Val loves the zodiac and can be infatuated with stereotyping people in their categories for the fun of it. She means it as a joke rather than seriousness.
    

  personality

  In her sane and aware state, Valentina is quite sweet and is very nurturing towards a person, especially those very young in age. She considers herself to be very friendly and very child savvy when it comes to handling kids, it was the drive behind her first employment and still desired employment after all. However, as life had other plans for her, her personality started to shift the more she grew up.
  
  She is quite a bold and daring person, as she would describe herself. She does not like to be classified or sectioned in a secluded stereotype, especially growing up a woman in a less feministic environment where they had no rights to do anything. That brought out the rebellious nature in her growing up. Always trying to fight and beat any classical stereotype. While she was not a high-class feminist, she believed that there are things that can be done by both genders but there are also somewhere the anatomy does not allow it and it is useless to argue otherwise for both genders. However, she would not stand being undermined just because she classifies herself as a woman. With that comes the snarky and sassy attitude that wraps the parcel that is Val. While she can be very motherly, she can be a very brutally honest one and will do anything to defend one's honour and one's voice. Although having a certain fierceness she is quite loyal and will do anything to protect those who have shown they are worthy of her trust. Even if they were in the wrong.
  
  On the other hand, whenever she feels her personality falters, she can be quite the opposite side of a coin. Val can be quite impulsive which leads to reckless decisions that can affect her lifestyle and the people around her. The fact that Valentina was always so independent and living by herself for most of the time did not help the case in thinking through the predicaments she was in. Especially, when she made the choice to not continue treating her illness just because it did not have to be treated in her eyes. Whenever she gets an idea or a view in her head, no one and nothing could convince her otherwise, especially due to the images in her head and the fact that she feels like she is constantly being watched. She feels like no one understands her. In this view, given she feels the way she feels can tend to bring out her source of selfishness and the need to constantly protect her own self since no one else would. She longs for someone to do that for her so she can take a breather.
  
  That being said, when she does succumb to taking her medication, Val is totally different person. Her caring nature and inquisitive persona come back to play to assure those around her are well and good. Well taken care of. She can be quite the energetic one when it comes to showing off her personality (not physically - to a certain extent) but she can be quite out there if a person is not matching her energy level. That being said she can slowly adapt to those she is talking to and help them slowly out of their shell so they can experience the world from another point of view.
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  Best Friend - Their friendship had taken quite a turmoil these past years. Starting off as casual friends to best friends, to strangers, to close friends, to strangers, to well wherever they stood now. The sad thing it was not something they had control over when it went downhill. Santiago was one of the little people she could trust with her life, secrets even. From a young age, the pair were the strongest of friends, especially when she noticed how others tended to treat him because of his gift. When he went to prison, she tried her best to visit him every week till she was isolated herself. In due time they reunited and he became the person she confided in, the person who chases the 'men in white' away while she tries to calm him down from the social anxiety. Despite how hard she tries, she cannot imagine her life without him in it, his song, the only person that does not look at her like she was crazy.

  Luciana Mosquera

  acquaintances - One of Santiago's nieces she got introduced to when they rekindled for both times. Valentina often helped him with advice on how to connect with them and as a result she ended up getting to know them herself. It seemed even young teenagers had to endure the harsh reality of the world. She wanted to do her utmost to help them herself but she was not fit, medically, to do so. In that case, she also did not want to bombard them. Luciana, although wary, always spoke with her and carried on conversations with her in order to get to know her. She was glad one of them had slowly started to open up to her. She hopes of getting through both of the twins but Luciana seems more approachable.

  Isobel Mosquera

  acquaintances - One of Santiago's nieces she got introduced to when they rekindled for both times. Valentina often helped him with advice in how to connect with them and as a result, she ended up getting to know them herself. It seemed even young teenagers had to endure the harsh reality of the world. She wanted to do her utmost to help them herself but she was not fit, medically, to do so. In that case, she also did not want to bombard them. Unlike her sister, Isobel kept her distant from Valentina and she did not know why. Isobel always ‘small-talked’ her for the sake of talking. She suspects it could be linked to her disappearance causing ripples to her uncle.

  coded by natasha

  Macigal Gift

  
  NOT YET ACQUIRED
  
  

  Spoiler: Power Description

  True Illusions
  
  Valentina has the ability to create and shape illusions that can alter people's minds to outweigh their reality. It alters people's minds to make them think and imagine things for themselves. It usually works on the littlest of things like small events altering memory-wise or small objects appearing and vanishing. She can also aim for larger rooms and location adjustments. However, that would be more straining on her mind which can often lead to her madness. This applies for a range of 20 feet radius from her.
  

  
  

  Before the Hospital

  Born in Barcelona, Spain, Valentina was the only child to two travelling agents that had their work cut out for them. Julio and Elisa were renowned for their love for culture, especially Hispanic culture. For this specific reason, she did not really have a stable home or a stable life. The Herrera’s more often than not moved from one country to another practice within a time of two weeks. For Val, growing up it was definitely not healthy. It led to many things. Valentina from a very young age was quite imaginative to lessen all the loneliness that she was feeling. She had this couple of imaginary friends that were with her every day and travelled with her even. In fact, when her parents noticed that their daughter was never complaining that she was lonely and how she was speaking to herself most of the time or running around alone… it got worrying. Her mother became very wary and took her for a check-up and some tests which came out completely normal. Yet, the issue persisted. Elisa was still not convinced Valentina was fine. She was not. She decided to explore more options like therapists or behavioural analysts. Out of this, it was concluded that young Val was schizophrenic.
  
  From that day on, she noticed how her parents started to treat her differently. How they tended to her. It was as if she was incapable of doing anything. This had brought endless arguments between the parents especially since Julio was struggling with the fact, they had to stop doing what they love and stay stable. In fact, at the age of ten, Valentina and her family managed to stay in a small village in New Mexico known as Encanto. This was finally a breath of fresh air for the young girl. She finally could say they settled, and she could finally start her life and shape it however she wished. This town seemed to be quite united with each other and she needed to slowly fit in. Valentina was never one for school and she had resorted to common labour jobs like waitressing, babysitting and an occasional library assistant even (especially since her mother worked there). It was through that she met her first friend, Santiago at around the age of fourteen. The young teen was with his mother at the library while she tended to their requests. They both had shared a smile that was left there till they bumped into each other a couple of years later when Valentina was more comfortable in her own skin. Despite she loved her day-to-day exchange jobs, she had gotten to like her babysitting gigs and so she decided with her pay, to get enrolled to start her courses to acquire more knowledge revolving around infants, children and even young teenagers. She would often try to research as well when she is at work. Just as she was building her life together, at the age of eighteen, her parents had noticed a great improvement when it came to Valentina’s mental health. So much so that Julio wanted to start their travelling again. Val was not ready to move again, not that she started to settle. She figured that it was her state of mind that was keeping them here. So, she stopped her medication in secret to keep her parents here.
  
  As she grew up, around the age of twenty, she re-encountered the boy she had smiled to back in the day. This time, however, they actually spoke and introduced themselves and she found out he was a Mosquera which seemed to have quite the name for themselves due to their… gifts. Val refused to believe it and thought he was pulling her leg, but it was only a matter of time till she grew close to his inner circle and saw it in action. That was wicked but she was never interested in getting her future read. She was scared and the thrill of the surprise would be over. In addition, she could see how it affected him whenever someone bugged him for a prediction. It was exhausting. All of their inner circle started disappearing one by one as Santiago refused them the knowledge of their future leaving them two in the next couple of years. It was sad that people kept contact just so they can use a person. In fact, Val wanted to go on a revenge spree, but he had stopped her, it was not worth it. During these times, she had started getting some student placement teachings in nearby schools which took her mind off of the imagination and thoughts that kept drilling into her head, courtesy of the lack of meds. By the end of her thirty year she was qualified enough and even started her teachings with the young ones in the local school of Encanto, she had even started re-taking her medication.
  
  Life was smoothly going as possible, she had even started aiding her friend in putting on a small show for his future callings. They earned a small number of tips even that they could spend on their next hangout. Until one night, shit hit the fan. Whilst most of the readings were smooth or the usual tragedy, a sceptic male seemed to have alarmed him. As he ran to the police, Valentina tried to convince him otherwise but nonetheless, it was useless. He reported it to the police and the only person Val trusted and talked to was behind bars with a snap of a finger. She was devastated. Trying her utmost to keep herself stable, mentally, she often skipped her prescription and tried to pop up for visitation once in a while. As she was going down this rabbit hole, she resorted to drinking. Drinking her loneliness away she had passed out once on her way back from the bar to her home. Found, someone had called the hospital and as she was being treated, she started panicking. She hated hospitals. Due to the lack of mental stability, the pills provided her it was as if she was hallucinating. She started seeing people coming to get her, in the real world there was no one next to her. Only her screaming to get away to nothingness. The hospital had reported the incident and calmed her to sleep with some meds but as she woke up again, she saw two men, dressed in white by her gurney. Trying to get up, she found her hands and legs strapped. With that, she was wheeled away to an asylum. To her own prison.

  After the Hospital

  Her journey through the mental hospital she had kept devising her own plan to get out. They kept her locked in her room, 24x7 and even fed her through straws as she was strapped. She was not insane; she was perfectly fine. One night, she had waited for the perfect moment to call for help as she went to the bathroom. As the nurse came in, she kicked him right in the head with a flying kick, knocking him unconscious. She had never thought her father’s teachings were going to come useful one day, but they did. Having jammed her handcuffs with a pin, she returned the favour and cuffed him to the bed. Taking his own badge and wearing his uniform the female snuck her way out of the hospital as alarms started blaring. Getting her belongings, she ran as far away as she could.
  
  For the following couple of years, she tried to make it by with her savings and never really settled as she knew that the men in white are still after her and following her trail but as she managed to reach a comfortable spot, she decided she could settle in a different small town and hoped it would bring her more luck this time. She had managed to get her sport as a librarian and lived quite comfortably despite being on the run and blending in as Helena Rosa. She kept herself hidden well. In fact, to her surprise, she noticed a different yet very familiar face at one of the library tables. It was none other than her best friend. She could not believe her eyes as she remembered he was in a jail cell. The couple rekindled their relationship which was clearly needed for both. They were both wrongfully imprisoned in different scenarios and were brought into their shell. Who knew a little catching up and understanding the situations would help slowly break down each other’s walls and become slightly more sociable to their level? She had made him a part of her life and even tried to befriend his nieces. It was all going great with the new dynamic. She kept him occupied with her company and vice versa. She respected giving space for the twins and supplying them, but she had always encouraged him to offer his advice as much as possible as well.
  
  Like any other story, her track ended, and her trails were caught. She was just having a nice coffee before she saw the familiar men in white rushing towards her. She shot up and ran, simply running away from all she had managed to build yet again. If he hadn’t seen her be taken away, he would have probably thought she betrayed him which was something Val would never do. In fact, it was back to the hospital for her course of time. Two years, successful ones. All she needed to do was follow protocols for her own sanity. The security and strictness were tripled, leaving Valentina’s chance of escaping close to nothing. She had no chance but to endure everything. She had nothing against it but she hated toning herself down and was forced to take medication to stabilise herself and learn to slowly manage it.
  
  Two years had passed, and it was time for Valentina’s release date. It would have been ecstatic if she had someone or somewhere to go home to. She was given her belongings and a bit of cash to get her to settle. In fact, she decided to fly away from here and go to San Jose, California. She needed to start fresh at this point. As she thought she was starting fresh, Valentina was also a new person. She was more reserved. Her bubbly and vibrant nature was toned down and plugged in. She yet again bumped into her old friend and his nieces in the airport, heading towards the same destination. It was natural they had stuck together, better than going at it alone. In fact, Valentina has already rented an apartment in a complex that her best mate also bought so they could be close. It felt nice to finally be free of the chains and her latest worries were what colour are the walls to be. That being said, Valentina never stopped being on edge about the men in white.

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  Cassie

  full name

  Cassandra Lillian Wera (prev. Wright).

  age

  Seven (7).

  gender

  Female.

  sexuality

  Unknown.

  date of birth

  December 25th.

  place of birth

  San Jose, California.

  "I'll take thee away, Into a land of Enchantment ..."

  ethnicity.

  American.
  
  

  occupation.

  Being a princess (Unemployed).
  
  

  known languages.

  English.
  
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  Four feet Zero inches.

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  Thirty-Five pounds.

  hair

  Bright Auburn, just a little below shoulder length often found with a small crafted tiara.

  eyes

  Big round eyes shaped, blue-grey in colour.

  body

  Given she is just a kid, her body is still taking its form. She is quite tiny and petite, bit scrawny. Her hands and feet are still a bit tiny for her body frame. That being said she still tries to keep herself prim and proper to her own limited knowledge. Her skin is smooth as porcelain and still quite so soft.

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  Cassandra has a small cloud shaped with a tear from it birthmark just behind her right ear. She has the regular earlobe paired earrings. In addition she has a bridge of vibrant freckles, starting from one cheek, going over her nose and finishes off at the other cheek's end.

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  Summer Fontana.
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  • likes & dislikes

    misc

    likes

    Butterflies, Fairy tales, Horses, Flowers, Princesses, Nelly, singing lullabies, hearing stories, happy endings, Puzzles, Board Games, Getting to know new things, Ice Cream and Calligraphy.

    dislikes

    Darkness, Loud Noises, Villains, Monsters in the dark, Creepy Crawlies, Losing her current loved ones like she lost her parents, alleys, cold, people getting hurt, crying, .
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    hobbies

    
    Cass loves to keep herself updating and learning new things. She loves to keeps her brain working especially with puzzles and even baord games. She loves it because things like board games she loves seeing everyone gathered together. Butterfly Catching is something she found liking after endless walks and runs to the parks that her guardians take her to. She was attracted by the looks of the insect and she even loves the pretty colours. She has her own butterfly net and only lets them free after she had enjoyed playing with them. Everything has to be set free in the end. She also enjoys seeing and admiring Calligraphy, especially with her mother's talents. She loved to imitate it and acquired it slowly during the time with her. Lastly, she wishes to learn Horseriding.
    
    

    habits

    
    She loves her elephant plushie, Nelly. Nelly is Cassandra's safe haven. When she feels any type of negative emotions she tends to cuddle and hug it as it calms her down. She goes nowhere without Nelly (given by her mother).
    
    

    fears

    
    Cassandra has a big fear of the darkness. She starts panicking and tearing up whenever she finds herself in pitch black places or very lightly dimmed places. She thinks there is something or someone amongst the shadows that is out to get her. In addition, Cassie is not good around loud noises. Whenever she hears something loud, she tends to cover her ears and curls up.
    
    

    fun facts

    
    Cassie lives in her own little fantasy world where all those she cares for are part of and even play along most of the time if not all. She is the princess of her world and loves to act as such (a kind, nice and well mannered princess). By giving someone a role related to their part in her life is her way of letting them know she cares and what they symbolise in their eyes. In addition, Cassie has this desire to start learning horse riding as her fascination for these wonderful beasts is endless
    

  personality

  Cassandra is the literal definition of young innocent little soul. She loves to live in her own little fantasy where she the young princess where her own family and friends are also a major part of this nice a wonderful fantasy. Given she is still very young, the girl does not know the harsh reality of the world, especially since those around her shelter her from it all. Cassie has been alone for a total of sixteen hours and from those she had deducted that being alone and abandoned felt empty and dark.
  
  Despite having being orphaned from a young age, Cassie did not give up hope that her fairytale was not that short lived. After she was taken in, her sense of hope was rekindled. All one needs to do is hope accordingly to her still fresh philosophy. Things are always okay when you dream. Due to this, the toung girl was very gratefuly and always thanks people whenever she is given something. She knows her manners well and they never run short. It was how a princess should act after all. Although being quite the dreamer, Cassandra also believes in the bad dreams. The nightmares that occur in the darkest of places. Cassandra strongly believes that the darkness is trying to get her so he can switch off her lights.
  
  Despite being sheltered from the outside world, she was warned that not everyone is a good guy. So she tries her best not to fall for anything and only trusts those who want her good, like her best friend. She wished she was just as brave and noble as him. Not as scared. Cassandra is a very emotional person. Whever she sees someone crying, she cries and runs to check on them whereas if a person is laughing she cannot help but laugh. Lastly, Cassandra is also a very curious soul. She is still getting to know the world. Whenever she sees something or hears something that she unaware of or not know about she will gladly start asking questions to start getting to know about the subject.
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  Cesar Mosquera

  Her Knight - One of the pair that first encountered her in the alley way. Cass trusts him as he always took care of her from Day 1. He knows she fears the darkness and dark areas so he always offers and jokes in checking underneath the bed she sleeps in and even helps open her closet whenever she needs something from it. He helps her with the scary monsters. In her eyes he is her knight in shining armour.

  Danizta Mosquera

  Her Castle - The other person of the pair that encountered her in the alley way. Cass trusts her as she always took care of her from Day 1. Ever since she came under her wing and brought her to their family of Misfits, Dani sheltered the little girl as best she could. She reminded her of her mama. Every night, Cass sneaks and runs to her bedroom to sleep with her. All her nights snuggled in her arms. In her eyes she is her castle, her first line of defence, her shelter. A place where she is safe (her arms).

  Andres Mosquera

  Her Prince - Cass and Andres, being the same age within the Misfits have grown quite close as friends. They became inseparable, always playing with each other and having laughs when all they knew was pain from a very young age. Andres, despite young in age, always made it a point to cheer her up and make her laugh. Especially when she is scared and alone. In her eyes he is her prince. The one who guides her heart in their own childhood fantasy.

  Noemi Sáez

  Her Lady-In-Waiting - After Dani and Cesar, Cassie met Noemi who immediately took her under her wing and did her utmost to keep her content and with big smile on her face. Noemi seemed to read Cassandra's mind and thoughts as she always had the right things to cheer her up just as she needs them. She proved herself loyal to the child and so Cass returned that double with her own love. Cass loves her a lot, she even reminded her of her own mother, especially the way she looks.

  Madicella Mosquera

  Her Fairy Godmother - Meeting Madicella when both her cousins introduced her to Madi and Andres who seemed so close to one another. Cass took an immediate liking to Madicella when she started hanging out with Andres. She quickly became her second guardian and second line of defence. She appreciated the fact that Madi goes out of her way to keep her happy and safe. That no harm is done to her precious smile and golden heart. Madi always proved that she has Cass' pure intentions at heart. In her eyes, she is her fairy godmother who always keep her content, who always checked on her and her needs.

  Alison Conway

  Cousin - Alison is Cass' cousin from her maternal side. They were not as close to them but during her first few years Cassandra met Alison on special family occasions and gatherings. Ever since her parents' died, Ally's parents were the next of kin for her legal guardianship... only the little girl was nowhere to be found.

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  Macigal Gift

  
  NOT YET ACQUIRED (and probably will not be for a long while).
  
  

  Spoiler: Power Description

  Fantasy Dream Embodiment
  
  Coming from her love for fantasy and fairytale genres, Cassandra has the ability to create one's true fantasy or one's own fairytale. She can only do so by being in contact with those who wish to join in. One more crucial thing is that in a state of comatose. How it works it is more closely related to lucid dreaming his fantasy with her as the guide or narrator. The fantasy can manifest depending on the person's ideal fantasy. In this regard, sadly, till they are both comatose they would not have control of their own real-time bodies.

  
  

  Before the Accident

  Her mother, Liliana and her father, Philip had been trying to get their own little offspring for the past couple of years. The fact they could not procreate was taking a toll on their relationship. The little angel brought hope back to their life and saved her parents’ marriage just by coming into their lives. In the past, her father was not one of the nicest men out there. Round the time he met with Liliana he was a successful businessman in an underground facility which by all means did nothing legal. It was the first initial strain between him and Liliana. For the sake of their marriage, despite all habits die hard, he tried his best to pull himself out of the game and started on planning their life together. They had managed to settle into a small family house in San Jose California, away from all the panic that Philip had back in New York. In fact, the couple had started breathing and trying for their next legacy.
  
  One Christmas night, the Wrights had a Christmas miracle when they were graced with their first and only child. A baby daughter with the name of Cassandra Wright. Cassandra was a blessing landing in both her parents' arms. Cassandra was very loved and was spoilt with all her hearts desired from an early start that she was unaware what has been going on around her. She had bibs, onesies, swaddles and so much more than she would ever comprehend. One for everyday even. She was her parents’ little princess. She had even started her early years of school. She thankfully went along with most of the children that were in her year. She made many friends that had the same running imagination as her. The fascination for fairy-tales, comes from all those endless sleepless nights that her mother spent with her in the night as she sung to her and read her stories about beautiful princesses that she had written. Liliana was a writer and in her spare time she had always used it to create these marvellous fantasy short stories for Cassie.
  
  In the meantime, her father had been attending the work as a manager, but old habits died hard. He had fell in with the wrong side of town and managed to snake his way into the inner circle of the black market through a recently acquainted colleague who happened to be his friend back home. He had even kept it hidden from his wife to begin with. He kept it on the downlow. By the age of four, with the extra cash her father was getting – he kept both females in his life on a silver platter. If only they knew, of course Cassandra was too young to understand to begin with. One night, the four-year-old was sleeping soundly in her mother’s arms in her room. The pair were awoken to a certain rattling to the back door and multiple footsteps coming up the stairs. Liliana got up and told her daughter to play some hide and go seek so that Cassie can go hide safely. Cassie ran to her closet and hit in between the boxes trying not to make a sound. A loud gunshot was heard in the other room, where her dad was. He seemed to have been the intended target. However, from the slight gaps of the closet she saw the door to her room open and through the darkness a second gunshot could be heard. Snuffing both her mother’s and father’s light out. Cass was in tears, she was shaking. The four-year-old did not know what was happening. So she waited for her mother to come find her.

  what happens next?

  As the time passed and things went quiet, Cassandra slowly crawled out of the closet as she saw her mother sleeping on the floor. Cassie shook her lightly to wake up and in tears as she did not come find her. Her mother’s lifeless body did not budge. Why was she not waking up? How was she to understand what death was at such a young age. With tears in her eyes, she bolted through the door and saw the same thing had happened to her father. Was she alone? The young child ran outside as the door was open leading to the streets, taking her soft toy elephant, Nelly, with her.
  
  Given things had enveloped out, Cassandra was technically a child on the run. The next of kin to her parents were her aunt and uncle, the Conways. Thing was, they could not get full custody if the girl was not really under their wing physically. While the search for the young auburn-haired girl was at large, Cass was scared and alone, nothing but the comfort of her Nelly and discomfort of an alleyway for the night. Her mother’s melodies and stories slowly replaying in her head to keep her calm and collected till she crawled up and eventually fell asleep on the cold floor. In the morning, a couple of people seemed to have walked past that found her sleeping, paled and dirty, in a very faint state. As the pair approached her and were about to nudge her, the kid jerked awake and slid back. Strangers… How come strangers had such a confused look on their faces. However, all Cass managed to blurt out were the words ‘lost’ and ‘Mama’. It was near to her birthday, meaning Cassie was set a blessing to another new-found family. The pair that found her, Danitza and Cesar had taken her with them and under their wing to treat her and care for the young one. It was on her fifth birthday, a couple days later, that Blake had taken custody of her as her own under the protection of the misfits. For once, Cassandra did not feel so alone.
  
  She thinks of them as her fantasy come to life. Everyone knew how she loved fairy-tales and of course princesses. Everyone kept her happy and even treated her like one. It was amazing how the young one felt loved, wanted. It reminded her of her mother’s soft and warm love. Those she cared for also had special roles in her heart. Firstly, there was her queen which was Blake, who took in her custody and was quite fond of her. She spent the first year making sure that Cassandra was healthy and in perfect conditions. She made sure that she had everything she needed to resume her childhood and not disrupt it. She was her new mother. Secondly came the two that found her. Cassandra was eternally grateful to them, and she gets worried if something happened to them. Danitza (Didi) was her castle. She shielded her throughout the night and darkness as she hums her to sleep and envelopes her with warm hugs that made Cass feel so safe. Then there was Cesar (CeCe), her knight. As funny and giggly he made Cass, he was also brave and strong in her eyes as he protects her by going into dark places and even looking under her bed for monsters that try to harm her and Dani in the night. Next in line was her lady-in-waiting which was Noemi (Nono). Noemi was like Blake’s second hand in Cass’ eyes and in fact she treated her on a silver platter and tended to her every request (if reasonable enough). In fact, Cass is quite joint to the hip with her. The fact Nono hangs around DiDi and CeCe a lot helped as well. Lastly there were her prince and her fairy godmother, Andres and Madicella. They were very close to each other and longs for how she protects her cousin. It was for the first time that Cassandra had her own best friend. She started to experience what it meant to have someone despite both being so young. Despite losing her beloved parents, the world blessed her by a secondary family that truly cared for her. Somewhere her parents were watching…

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Dorcas Meadowes ~~ Mary MacDonald

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Dorcas Evergreen Meadowes

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Eighteen

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Bisexual (Male-leaning)

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Female

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She/Her

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January 2nd

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  Standing at an average height, her poor sitting posture tends to take an inch of her actual height. Tending to be slouched over a desk or a book for the majority of her time did not help to improve it either way. Although she tries to straighten up when walking or sitting, her natural comfort goes to being slouched over. Her caramel-shaded skin complemented her hazel eyes pretty well which tend to show specks of green inside her irises. Small freckled trails along her cheeks and nose make an appearance that she personally did not like. Her hair was naturally curly and frizzy which was quite hard to maintain unless treated with special treatments. For this sole purpose, she cut it into the shortest length she managed which was just a few inches above her shoulder to be easily managed. She adored her curls and how her hair bounced with a few hand run-throughs. Mostly trying to keep most of her hair out of her face she often resorted to clipping her baby hairs together with her shot curly curtain bangs to the side with some clips. It was something she easily got annoyed with when trying to concentrate.
  
  The female bears no tattoos however, she does have two standard studded ear lobe piercings. With regards to markings, her hands, namely her fingertips are covered in small scrapes which all resulted from all the paper cuts she accumulated throughout the years of reading. In addition, she does have a small scar along her waist from a bad flying incident in her early years at Hogwarts.
  
  Dorcas does not really invest more time than she should in making herself look more than decent in reality. She can manage to make herself look good to get by the day and in fact, she does love to keep her uniform quite near and not a single crease in sight. Many of her housemates keep themselves improper whether it's a shirt not tucked in, a missing jumper, or even no tie. Dorcas always had everything in place. She loves to opt for clothing that makes her feel comfortable rather than aesthetic. Her preferred colour schemes are warm and fall tones like yellows, oranges, browns, and maroons. Anything that gives her autumn vibes was a win in her books like sweaters, boots, scarves, and nice cosy jackets. Her biggest discomfort when it comes to clothing articles are skirts and dresses which is part of the reason why she goes for dark tights to avoid having her legs exposed.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  The young brunette has quite the bowl of melancholic trait mixture which includes being quite detached and quiet, opting to keep to herself rather than putting herself out there. Her social battery was rather low compared to that of her friends. Dorcas was the type to keep herself in the background and observe other people such as her friends interacting and taking notes on the simplest of interactions or finding a solution for any unresolved matters even if there were none. This led to diligence being one of her prominent traits. She is very affectionate and shows the ability to care about those she loves, wanting to see them strive for success, just like her. Always having the constant fixation to tutor them and help them do their assignments. The shadows and outskirts of a room were her best friends. The centre of attention, she wanted nowhere near there.
  
  Despite being quiet, she possessed a sharp, quick-witted mind and was known to have quite a sarcastic nature. Even though it was not something she showed much, those close to her grew to appreciate the little time she spoke up. She was blunt and honest to a fault, which was both a strength and a weakness as it could hurt people's feelings but also made her opinion highly valued. She was known to talk first without considering how the others might feel. Her best friends show her but jokingly tell her she may have stepped over a line but others usually give her the cold shoulder. It was something Dorcas needed to learn. Common decency with words and when to hold back just a little when it came to her opinion. When it came to her friends, she knew how to help them whilst giving them their own privacy needed. Despite lacking people skills, she was very observant and skilled at reading people. Dorcas was not one to shy away from standing up for what was right, even if it meant putting herself in danger. She possessed the Gryffindor qualities of courage and loyalty but sometimes believed that the ends justified the means. She respected others' decisions, even if she disagreed with them.
  
  She sometimes struggled with guilt and was at risk of falling into her own thoughts, but thanks to her loved ones, helped her stay on the right path. As she grew more confident with using her magic, Dorcas became more open and light-hearted, expressing her feelings and emotions candidly and approaching life with honesty, sympathy, and compassion.
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Born into a bloodline of pure-bloods, the newly wedded Meadowes couple were expecting their first daughter shortly after they returned from their honeymoon. To their state of shock, Dorcas barely managed to survive from the minute she started forming inside her mother's womb. As restless as she was, she was carefully monitored, rendering her mother bedridden as soon as she inched towards the end of her second trimester. Her mother started suffering from high blood pressure and Dorcas had to be taken out of her mother's womb at only 6 months, making her a pre-mature born. She was healthy enough to survive outside but still suffered from a defect in which one of her lungs was not fully formed to function which led to various complications in her early years. Dorcas was a true miracle in a freshly turned new year. Most of her childhood was spent running to the hospital with her mother. Her father was an auror and well-trusted advisor within the Ministry of Magic, barely making himself seen or available when it came to their family time. He tried but as he found himself some free time to sit with his wife and daughter, he always get roped into a magical case that needs his consult. On the other hand, whilst still busy, her mother was a healer in St Mungos, despite having her shifts she was also called in from time to time which made it easier for her to take little Dorcas with her to get her weekly visits for healing.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  The young curly-haired brunette started to grow up, in a small cottage in Suffolk, England. Her father was a stickler for mannerisms especially since he, himself, had an image to maintain and by default that extended to his family. 'Sit up straight', 'Don't chew with your mouth open!', 'Not like that... not in public.', 'Don't be too innocent or a know-it-all' were all things she heard imprinted in her mentality. Dorcas heard all the things she shouldn't be but never once heard the type of person she should be from her father. The person she aspired to be like, the person who was her role model. The same tone of voice was also taken with her mother who was quite soft-spoken and simply nodded. It was not that her father was vulgar but he had an image to upkeep and he wanted to send his messages across one way or another. He was simply a different man at home. He was a softer person, more approachable even. How and why was never something she could understand. Often running around work with her mother in St Mungos, it was the only time she felt like she could do anything without being scolded. With her mother, she felt a bit freer to explore and broaden her knowledge. To observe. She was always more jealous of other peers she met at her mother's place of work, being able to do things they wanted and explore themselves further while she always was obstructed.
  
  Born a Meadowes, Dorcas was faced with the lights of the camera every day, and for that reason only, she would be made a well-mannered lady of society. Her parents had made it clear from the beginning that none of their children would embarrass the family name, less they wished to face the consequences. By parents, it was mainly one person, him. Not only was the threat of losing her family pushing down her shoulders, but the pressure to be society’s image of a perfect girl pushed her down further, causing her anxiety throughout her childhood and being physically pained by it. Not to be tarnished by other peers, her parents home-schooled her. They hired a nanny and instructor to start teaching her basic english, mathematics and also basic spell-casting knowledge even though she was still young to get her own wand. She always showed a thirst for knowledge, but his words kept spiralling in her brain. That killed the worried little girl and replaced her with an empty shell.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  One Winter night, her mother received an owl message which turned their laughing and joyful moments into teary and traumatic cries, screams even. The young ten-year-old ran to her crying mother. Not making her aware instantly, she was told that her father only suffered a severe accident in his line of work. In reality, he went to investigate a case where these blood purists went to gather, in hopes of uncovering something. Instead, he was murdered in cold blood together with his partner as they seemed to have been backstabbed, making the group aware of the aurors that were meant to filter through that night. It was that night, one of them made a young daughter fatherless and a wife, a widow. Minutes turned to hours, hours turned to days and days turned to weeks. Dorcas still saw no sign of her father which was getting rather suspicious. It was rare to see him home but not for this long, especially when her mother was constantly in tears. At that point, she had to make the young one aware. Dorcas could not believe he was gone. Just like that?
  
  All this time she felt like a lifetime of barriers that never allowed her to fully explore herself, suddenly coming to plummet right before her. As much as the death of her father brought so much grief for the two women, it was as if a certain weight was lifted off their shoulders. They regained the ability to do whatever they wished without waiting for the need for a comment to be backlashed at them. It felt relieving. Dorcas started slowly standing up on her feet and started to rebuild the person she wanted to be. Her mother was with her every step of the way, she was always a stepping stone whenever Dorcas found turmoil in life. In fact, spending so much time with her mother in the hospital she started taking an interest in healing magic, hoping that one day she could do the job that her mother does. From all the work experiences she describes to her, it was a work worthy of leaving you with a good sense of satisfaction in the end. As a year went by, the bond between her mother and daughter grew stronger and the young girl started a new mantra with herself to never hide her true feelings or opinions from anyone.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  On her eleventh birthday, the magical journey to Hogwarts started. The trip to Diagon Alley was done weeks before. Young Dorcas managed to get all her textbooks in order, neatly bound in plastic to avoid stains and her cauldron which she looked reluctantly at. During the shopping spree, they also went for her wand choosing where she had managed to connect with her on the second try. Thankfully it did not take the young female long. As they walked along the street, she stopped to tie her shoelaces only to hear vague meowing and scratching at the window. Looking at the noise source, she noticed a very playful bengal cat behind a window in a shop called 'Magical Menagerie'. Tugging at her mother's hand, Dorcas pouted as she pointed towards it. She needed her companion. The cat meowed louder as she got closer and formed their connection instantly as the cat jumped onto her playfully once let out by the owner. It was there when he got the name Butterscotch, for the nice amber-like colour of his fur.
  
  At this point, both she and Butterscotch were excited to start their new journey. Finally, she could start applying all the knowledge to her spells and actually manifest all the magic inside of her. She wanted to pursue a career as a healer in the near future and although there were no particular subjects about healing she was excited to hear that the infirmary did, in fact, accept volunteers to help and being the all-rounder she is, she went for it. It was an honour to learn healing magic from Madame Pomfrey herself. Her mother spoke very highly of her. It was such an honour to learn from the best. She could say her years in Hogwarts simply flew by and were absolutely unimaginable despite the ups and downs that exams and tests bring to the table. She started looking into her favourite subjects further whenever she spent her afternoons in the library, wondering what more she could do. During her second year, she wanted to actually try getting on a broom by herself but that resulted in a terrible landing which she lost control over. She swore to never let her feet leave the ground ever again. In fact, her head worries a lot whenever those close to her are up in the air with that Quidditch. Always hurrying to patch them up on the go.
  
  Around her third year, she noticed something interesting while going through her Transfiguration textbooks. Something about a wizard being an animagus. Dorcas was always wanting to explore new things. Given she was not really a people person, she spent most of her time alone and that gave her a lot of time to experiment after countless, countless trials and tribulations (let's not forget the disgusting mandrake leaf) was something she achieved. She was truly scared of doing so, Potions was not one of her favourites but with pure research, she felt confident enough in herself to finally achieve her chestnut mare form. Even so to help her girlfriends achieve the same goal. She didn't like to particularly disclose for obvious reasons but she simply loved to keep herself on her toes. Dorcas slowly became one of the most notable students, record-wise in academics. While she avoided socialising she loved being involved in clubs but the only club she managed to find that fit her was the Gobstone Club in her fifth year. Before she knew it, she was now in her seventh and final year, wanting to get the most astounding results whilst trying to enjoy the company of her friends and housemates. One of her most looking forward things were carrying her work experience programme at St Mungos which is still one of her main goals.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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    Peter Pettigrew

    
    
    
    

    Childhood Friend: Knowing each other when they were young spawns, the pair met one time at their parent's place of work, St. Mungos. Meeting inside a hospital was not probably the ideal place to meet at the age of five but they managed to kindle their friendship by running around the hospital and reading books they randomly found laying around. Especially if they involved healing magic inscriptions to study the more they grew up. Dorcas highly cares for Peter and she shares anything with him knowing he was always there for him like she was for him. Like him, she was quite underestimated which was why they stuck together most of their childhood, especially in school before Hogwarts till this very day. Peter never fails to put a smile on her face every time. He is always a shoulder to lean on and an ear to listen which was already much more than Dorcas expected and she only hoped she offered the same to him.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    Remus Lupin

    
    
    
    

    Close Friend: From Day 1 in Hogwarts, Remus was one of the friends she had managed to befriend due to multiple common interests. She had taken quite a warm liking to him and he seemed to understand her point of view when she needed her breathing space. Especially since he sought most of the time too. They were surrounded by a very versatile, loud and outspoken friend group which at times got a bit too much that made her anxiety levels rise. An excuse to study or go for a walk always helped. She used to get worried about how he would show up with random bruises and scars. With her healing magic knowledge, she always offered to help patch him up in the infirmary. It was not till a couple of years ago that he approached her with the truth and let her help him. She was never one to ask questions, she simply aided him without a peep. In return, he offered her a refuge and a safe place to simply breathe.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    Best Friend: One of her three other roommates ever since her first year. At first, she was quite hesitant to talk to her due to her very outgoing nature. Despite going on her rebellious streak she tends to have certain intelligent qualities that Dorcas admires as she could never do them herself in the first place due to her soft-spoken nature. She more often ended up being the mediator in the many mini quarrels in order to calm things down when there were inevitable disagreements. Lily is one of her go-to persons when she needed to advise on how to be a bit more approachable with people and not seclude herself like Dorcas tends to do. Especially since she is one of the only roommates she can tolerate sharing a room with that doesn't have to spew gossip at every given moment in time. Besides, who would join the Gobstones Club for anyone?
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    Good Friends: Meeting through Remus and Peter, she and Sirius have quite the opposite character but still manage to not overwhelm each other. She has lost count of the number of times she rolled her eyes at his antics, especially since she was actually keeping count of them once upon a time. She used to abstain from befriending him knowing his flowing tendencies. That being said, as she got to know him, the pair do bond over pampering methods like brushing each other's hair and painting each other's nails, even. The fact he never flirted with her, helped ease the process. He can be a really out-there personality outside of these bonding times which can become quite overwhelming for Dorcas. That being said, when she starts to retaliate he acknowledges it (even with a delay) he gives her, her space.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    Mary MacDonald

    
    
    
    

    Friends: Despite being her roommate for the past six years, Dorcas never quite managed to get comfortable with Mary as she did Lily. In fact, she finds her quite intimidating with her high status quo around the school and their own common room. The female was beautiful and it made Dorcas quite insecure when it came to her looks given she does not really obsess about it. She admires how she can be such a multi-tasker whereas Dorcas can only manage to keep her attention on one subject at a time. Despite intimidating it she does still look up to her for the sole fact she is so different than her and can manage the things she never sucked up to do just cause it was out of her comfort zone.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    "Friend": Dorcas only tolerates him for two things only. 1) They share the same house and 2) They share common friends which meant she at least had to try and be civil. What can she say the male easily gets on her nerves with his constant taunting and pulling of pranks on her. Dorcas is quite an easy target for him because she gets annoyed at anything she deems unacceptable. She tries not to succumb to his tricks but sometimes he infuriates her to a point where her patience runs thin and ends up stooping to his own level. It seems to be on his agenda to get her into trouble.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    Friend: Although not the closest of friends, she and Regulus are quite civil towards one another to consider each other friends. The male excels in all the subjects she usually tends to pass just with the right amount of marks. Dorcas was smart but she can admit (sort of) when she has a weakness and asked his help to tutor her in these subjects so she can strengthen her knowledge on the subject. He was kind enough to help her, however, they hit one particular hitch when it came to flying. Dorcas and Reg do not really seek each other's company but when they do cross paths they often tend to strike a not-so-awkward conversation.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    Past Friend: Dorcas and Severus used to be friends in the past to the point where they even helped each other academically whenever needed. She learned a lot of things from him until one day they stopped talking. Dorcas doesn't know why but she suspected it had to be something with him and Lily's downfall. A situation she had no part in, to begin with. She hopes they can both work out their differences but at the same time, she still tries to approach him from time to time in hopes to clear any misguided conceptions he may have concocted in his brain.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    Neutral: Only seeing him on occasions in their early years through Regulus and Severus, Dorcas never really had enough interactions to say she knows him and, to be honest, he is the hardest to approach in her books. She tries to keep things civil due to his beliefs and the fact she was laced with Gryffindors and mingles with non-purebloods doesn't seem to go down in the best ways. Dorcas keeps all interactions civil (if any).
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
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    A very playful and cuddly bengal cat, Butterscotch.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    11", willow wood, unicorn hair core, quite flexible.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    Her own corpse with her closest ones around her, lifeless (Fear of death).
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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    She forms part of the Astronomy Club and Gobstone Club and helps out in the Infirmary. In addition, she is an unregistered animagus (chestnut mare).
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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❥ beauty queen.

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Mary

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full name

Mary Grace MacDonald

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age

Eighteen

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sexuality

Pansexual

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gender

Female

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pronouns

She/Her

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birthdate

August 4th

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  not just a pretty face.

  
  
  
  

  i merely tolerate bullshit and honey you are full of it.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  dark brown

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  chocolate brown

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Applying the 'you can look but you can't touch' rule was something very fitting for the female that took the title of 'Gryffindor Tower's most fashionable beauty". A title she wore with pride. The female has quite a slim figure with her curves slowly blossoming as she ages. Mary took all the time she needed to make her image close to perfection as much as possible. Her tan skin was smooth and soft with all the routines she dedicates to it. Her facial features were quite piercing at the gaze that awards her many looks. Her eyes, her features, and namely her lips were all features she was quite fond of. Her dark brown hair was often mistaken as black and it was lengthy and silky in appearance. She was not really fond of curls and so she tended to strengthen her waves so that she can style them however she desired. She more often than not opts to leave it down or half up half down on a daily basis but whenever she opts for the training she keeps it up in a tight bun so nothing could distract her from that tiny shiny golden ball. One thing she gets complimented on was her hypnotising gaze. Her eyes were naturally chocolate brown, however, in different lighting, they take different shades that often appear amber-like or even blue-green most times.
  
  Although treating herself with the utmost caution, there are certain things she has no control over. Like splinter and burn marks from holding and riding a broom tightly for too long or even random black patches from a potion gone wrong which tend to go through time. Although the excessive use of moisturiser after practice she still has faint callous marks on her hands which she is working on to keep her hands as soft and supple as possible. She does have multiple sets of piercings which include two sets of ordinary ear lobe piercings which are usually two small golden hoops and a belly button piercing she did herself. Lastly, she has a very small-scaled tattoo of a single rose on her inner left arm, followed by another tattoo of a floral bracelet around her right foot.
  
  As much as she dedicated time to her make up she does love to keep it as natural as possible if none at all. Especially since it was not allowed during school hours. Bummer. Whenever she sees something dull and without design (like her uniform), Mary tends to improvise very well. Let us not get started with how much skin these uniforms covered. She always tried to get by leaving her top two buttons undone or rolling up her skirt till her mid-thighs to expose. However, that was always short-lived when a glare from dearest Minerva came her way followed by a free ticket to detention. Being such a fashion nova, she loves to try everything and anything. Her favorite matching sets usually went from scarlets, gold, silver, and whites. With regard to clothing preference, Mary loves to flaunt what she owns and as much skin as she could, opting for dresses as her go-to. Anything floral pattern on her occasion outfits was a must, to begin with.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  From a young age, Mary always knew she was not meant to be the brightest star out there. She had looked in her favour and her parents exploited that factor in order to get her daughter through the first years of her life till she was eligible to explore her magical capabilities. The fact that her personality was shaped solely by her beauty irked the young female and so she was determined to make a change for herself. She did not want to be known as just a pretty face. She tends to be very ditzy and clumsy when it comes to her activities but can put her mind into focus when there is something on the line that needs to be accomplished. This helped her form interests that she never quite knew she had, such as; quidditch, potions, and even duelling. Mary never backs down from a challenge that much was for certain.
  
  She never settles for no as an answer which can be quite persistent but with a little glitter of the eyes and some honeyed words, she always manages to somewhat get the end result she needs. Mary was never one to follow others' beliefs, only hers. She valued her own opinions and can be quite difficult to bend them if she made her mind up that it was the right call. That being said, it doesn't mean she is right but for the majority of the time she tends to be even focusing on half the situation instead of seeing the full picture of the scenario. This always rendered said opinion to fall instantly at her feet. With her beautiful reputation also comes the attitude to accompany it. She is not really an outright brat but she does voice out her opinion and it can come out in a rather sassy tone. Whilst not the greatest fan of sarcasm, she does partake when the situation is right.
  
  By all means, Mary classifies as a very social butterfly and is not phased by a decent amount of people talking to her at the same time. Frankly, she quite loved the attention, especially when it is on her. She has no shame in admitting that she loves to test out the waters of flirting with anyone she deems attractive in her book. No shame in that. No shame in enjoying her youth like that. Despite such attributes, once Mary actually manages to find a person she is interested in and sees potential, she tones down that attention and focuses her flirt game solely on her partner. Which was already a challenge to begin with as when that happens, she usually tends to try and make her next excuse to leave. Her loyalties lay very clear when it came to those she manages to click with both romantically and platonically. As much as she gives out the exterior that she does not care for most of the things happening around her, she is very in tune when it comes to what is being said and can be very affected. Especially subjected to many many rumours through those ghost-filled hallways.
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Born on a hot summer day in Portree, Scotland was a rather beautiful baby girl with big chocolate-brown eyes that could send you swooning the minute you saw her. It was saddening to hear that her biological mother only gave her, her name. Mary Grace. She knew the minute she found out she was pregnant that she did not want the child from the start. That she was not capable of taking care of her at such a young age, especially since she knew what her partner was, a wizard. Her parents were only having flings and were not in a serious relationship. In this regard, they came to the conclusion that her best shot was in fact adoption. So they did. A young beautiful baby like Mary was, she was wanted by many but only one couple met their expectations, the MacDonalds. The paperwork took about a year and a half to officially go through but at about a year and a half old Mary was officially Mary MacDonald. Despite being a half-blood witch, young Mary was raised with two muggles who loved her dearly and wanted nothing but the best for their little rose.
  
  The MacDonalds were a loving household with two parents who desperately wanted a large family but instead, once they adopted Mary and had their own son, Mary's adoptive younger brother four years later, they decided that was enough. Their family was complete. Mary’s childhood was well even against most standards, her parents were never rich but she never wanted anything either. There was always food on the table, always a roof over her head and she even had plenty of toys to play with, though she never asked for much. She was a child who was easy to please but when she did ask for something it was usually something simple. A new doll or a new teddy bear for her collection, or her personal favourite, new clothing. Once she did, she used to run up to her room to start cooking up something with the help of her adoptive mother who worked in the beauty industry.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Growing up a witch (unknowingly) in a muggle world started to slowly realise certain tendencies showing she felt a bit different from those around her. Like an aura or so to speak. Mary was quite an excitable kind of child. She was always happy so long as you gave her something to think about or something new to design or a new friend to make. She was pretty normal until she was seven and now had a brother to split her parents' attention with. Mary was raised as a muggle for the majority of her life. She was sent to school with other muggle children, learning all she had to learn from the simplest basics to the more complexities of subjects as the years went by. She was always the one to be entering small groups and getting others to play with her. It was a life Mary was given, she was given her best shot.
  
  When her baby brother came into the world, she thought that he would replace her. That they would not want her anymore, giving her up as her biological parents did. She started acting out and bizarre things would happen. Like the coffee pot boiling for a second and not the other or her clothes changing colour. It wasn't until her 10th birthday party that she realised that all these weird things happening to her were like magic. It was not long before she got a letter from Hogwarts explaining that she was in fact a witch and that after her 11th birthday, she would be enrolled in Hogwarts where she could further broaden her knowledge in this magical world. This was all so shocking but very exciting to find out she had this life she never knew she had. Only managing to go into Diagon Alley, she started to see the magic for the first time in her life. How wizards and witches interacted with each other... thinking it would be her in the coming years. Making the needed stops to get all the things she required.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  She was expected to leave her home and family behind? Miles and miles away from them and everything she knew? While to some this would be exciting and wonderful, a new adventure that they were ready to take but for Mary her anxiety spiked. Panic attacks happened more and more as her departure date gained close. In the back of her mind she was determined she wasn’t going, when her parents packed her up and took her to the train station they would change their minds. She was not stepping foot on that train. But they didn’t change their minds, they took her to the train station, helped her load her trunk, kissed her goodbye and left. Mary stood there, dumbfounded and shocked. A panic attack was coming on and she could feel it in her bones but before the tears that had sprung to her eyes could fall she was greeted by two females around the same age that was later sorted into the same house with her.
  
  Starting her first year, the young female was sorted into Gryffindor and naturally, her beauty was always one to notice. The same reputation as her muggle school followed her here. On the first day there she managed to gather some attention enough for her to be flirted with but it was only later on she started to get them back with silly little tricks she may have caught up. Mary fell in love with magic and school and all of her friends as she grew up in the Gryffindor House. She may have caused many fights due to her playful and pranking nature. However, Mary was quite a tease and a flirt from a very young age. She knew she was attractive and by her third year, she had quite the suitors. What was worse was she had a large target on her head from those blood purists, especially since word passed she was a half-blood raised purely by muggles. She was bullied and made an easy target when she was only in her second year. If it wasn't for her best friend, she would have been as good as dead.
  
  Mary was bright enough for a half-blood raised by muggles but it was because of her tarnished blood status that Mary was looked down upon by most if not all Slytherins. They judged her, deeming that she wasn’t meant to be here because her blood wasn’t as pure as theirs and worse raised by non-magical folk. She ignored them the best that she could, focusing on the fact that she was indeed here, she was doing the best that she could and that meant that she was doing best in most of her studies than they were. It came easy to her, the ability to learn and retain information, as to some extent Mary had a photographic memory, she could look at most things and remember them easily. Especially if they came with colour and patterns.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  After that encounter, Mary did not want to be a sitting duck. She started to use her knowledge of potions to make little nice treats to pay back her beloved bullies, enough to knock some sense into not messing with her. That only resulted in a worse situation in which she started participating in the duelling club as well as trying out for the Quidditch team to exert her rage, energy and focus onto something she feels will give her that sense of freedom. Upon first trials, she tried out for a chaser but upon her tryouts, she was approached for the Seeker position which she gladly took. Nothing beat the feeling of the wind in her hair and that tiny snitch whizzing around the pitch. As much as she valued her smooth skin, those were the times when a little bruising and bleeding were acceptable. She needed the outlet. She needed to prove that she was not just looking. It was a blessing and a curse to be smeared with a reputation.
  
  Despite not being the most ideal witch in those serpents' eyes, she still managed to snake her way into the pants of one, in hopes to see or understand why they had such views. It was safe to say it was not long-lived but it was effective more than Mary would have loved. Especially since it was their opposing views that ended them. That being said, she loved to maintain her reputation as the most beautiful girl in that lion's den. She loved to let out the beauty in others even when they fail to see it and also her skill with beauty magic started to increase by the second. It was her field of expertise apart from her love for potions and herbology. She was not the smartest root around but she did excel in those subjects she found rather entertaining.
  
  It was her sixth year though when things began to change drastically, a familiar Slytherin trying to talk to her but never when she was around her friend or when he was being followed by his own. For this reason, Mary ignored him, trying to push him out of her mind, she knew that he was a Slytherin and a pureblood at that, he was always with other boys, the ones that would whisper while they looked at her. She knew, or at least believed that she did, that he wasn’t really interested in her, this was just a game and time after time she ignored him or pushed past him and finally firmly told him to sod off, she would never say yes to him. It was as if something in him snapped, and a wand was pointed at her chest throwing her back into a wall as she felt the Cruciatus Curse twisting and tearing her apart from the inside. She could barely remember being scooped up by someone, who ran her to the mainframe to Madame Promfrey begging her to fix her.
  
  Finally, Mary could only smirk and take in a breath of relief to be standing here, with many targets on her back, alive for her seventh year. Graduation was supposed to be a breath of fresh air for her but it wasn’t, with a war on the horizon she had to ask herself, what side was she on? Was she even on a side? It was hard to answer that and even harder to decide if she wanted to put herself and her family in danger. Mary knew what was right, and her parents taught her to stand up for what was right and even more so, what she believed in. Not ratting the one who attacked her, till this very day.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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    Complicated: Talk about forbidden. The pair met during their first-year classes. First came the Slytherin vs Gryffindor feud, followed by the class feud and continued by the feud on the Quidditch pitch. Only the difference was they were actually close friends as much as he tries to hide it. Their bantering and teasing relationship was something that kept Mary on her toes every time. No matter how much she was warned not to mix with their kind she still went for it and entered into something that clearly was a short-lived on-and-off story. Mary could never understand how his words meant one thing and his actions meant another but as much as she hated to admit it. She fell, hard. Despite all the warnings.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    Boyfriend: Having been together for the last six months, she had to admit it was a breath of fresh air. after the constant bickering and quarrels with her past 'relationship'. She first started this out of spite to make her intended suitor jealous but she grew to honestly care and love the guy. They share endless banter and complement each other well as a couple where both parties are known to find multiple partners as a hobby. That being said, she slowly started to notice that her double agenda was showing some true colours about her partner. Colours that will hopefully shine out of him sooner than later.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    Close Friend: This is her girl pal here, her go-to, her saviour and most importantly her sanity. Mary and Lily go back to their first school experience where they met back in the muggle world. Carrying it over to Hogwarts it was absolutely thrilling for the females to share this experience in general - let alone with her best friend. The girls had some time to adjust to this new world for the start but they quickly overcame obstacles together. Mary loves to gossip and usually, Lily is on the receiving end of all the hottest tips around. Besides both girls embody the beauty and brawn when they need to but Mary only lets the latter out with those close to her. She was not really one to tarnish her reputation.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    Best Friend: He is like her Lily but of course male version. Originally the pair started to talk around their second year when they both made the Quidditch Team and despite being in different positions, they still have a pretty tight-knit teamwork that can benefit each other on the pitch without distracting the other players. Mary was not really one to talk about her downfalls with her relationships but she found herself spilling with him and the fact he actually listened made her realise he cared. That being said he provided solace in many ways that they even hooked up various times in their younger years which quickly ended when she started going steady with Sirius. Now they are close friends and teammates that she can relax with and not be wary of always maintaining her image as well as providing him with female input when he needs it.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    Friend: With both their inner circle of friends colliding most of the time, Mary and Peter are on good speaking terms but not really super close. He does tend to give her a bit of a side eye which still throws her off a little bit because she doesn't know way. It all started when she started dating Sirius which makes her think he may have a problem with it... or not? She doesn't quite know.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    Friend: Being one of Sirius' closest friends, she finds herself around him most of the time but much like Peter they are on good speaking terms whenever they do. However, when she finds herself with them in the room she can notice how dodgy and awkward he tends to get and how he looks at them which she senses something off about. Mary was no stranger to certain looks and at this point, she was getting frustrated. She might approach the situation as that aside they tend to plan a lot together given he seems to be the mastermind of the marauder's schematics.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    Friend: Although being on opposite ends of the spectrum, Mary thinks highly of her intelligence and dedication to her studies. She seems very hostile when Mary approaches her so she tends to give her, her needed space and speaks to her only when spoken. Despite being her roommate since the first year, they are still quite not that close. She is however taken aback when the other girl asks her for some beauty tips or fashion advice whenever she does need it. Who was she to deny a fellow Gryffindor help? Especially in Potions.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    Neutral: Despite being her boyfriend's brother, she and Regulus may often see each other as competition being they mostly encounter each other on the field as he Slytherin's seeker. It was always neck and neck with them as they both prove to be rather cutthroat. Nothing like healthy competition, however, no?
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    Misunderstood Enemies: The last time she heard him speak around her was when his group of Slytherins had approached her and one of them shot the Cruciatus curse on her to which he intervened but only to protect his friend and his use of the Dark Arts and not her. It was the last thing she heard before waking up all patched in the infirmary with a stock of advanced wiggenweld potions every morning which were noticeably specifically brewed. Little did she know he was the one that dropped her in the infirmary and catered her potions. But was it to cover up a mistake?
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
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Freya Bjorgman ~~ Elias Garah ~~ Sadie De Vil ~~ Henri Gerrard

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  Frey

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  Freya Iduna Bjorgman

  age

  Twenty-Three (23).

  gender

  Female.

  sexuality

  Bisexual (male leaning).

  date of birth

  February 16th.

  Place of Birth

  Arendelle.

  "Life without chocolate is like a day without sunshine!"

  Parental Figures.

  Anna and Kristoff.
  
  

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  Eighty Eight pounds.

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  Naturally copperish red in colour with the occasional blonde streaks. Often seen as a strawberry blonde shade. Freya has a big bed of long loose waves of slight curls that hang down to her mid-back. Having many bad hair days so does love to straighten it as it was easily managed that way or braid it. Typically she is always found with braids in her hair as she always enjoyed her mother's time spent on her hair.

  eyes

  Hazel with hints of green in colour.

  Features

  Her outstanding jaw line with her small circular face. She also has trails of freckles along her shoulders, starting from the back of her neck down to her mid-arms.

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  Freya has traditional ear lobe piercings which are often silver or golden small hoops and a charm bracelet around her wrist with a charm symbolising those people she cares about. Lastly, she has a tattoo of three small snowflakes on her left wrist. (Click Here)

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    - Chocolate.
    - Braids.
    - Board Games.

    - Promises.
    - Reindeer.
    - Romcoms/Romance.

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    - Bad Hair Days.
    - Chess.
    - Pumpkins.

    - Waking up Early.
    - Crowds.
    - Blizzards.
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    1. Playing Instruments: Growing up in such a musical environment, with her father's skill with the lute and her mother's melodious voice, it was natural for Freya to pick up a knack for those melodious notes. Started her musical experience by practising with the harmonica, she then continued to evolve on the flute and piccolo which eventually led to finding her musical instrument goal. When Freya saw the harp and strung some of the chords, she fell in love. Whenever she felt like she wanted to be alone, she always resorted to practising which became her outlet for many negative emotions. Nothing is better than all the negativity being converted into beautiful melodies.
    
    2. Reindeer Riding: Despite being all bubbly and social 80% of the time, it was safe to say her social battery ran very quickly and loves her alone time just as much, away from all the people. More often than not, her father would always take her out to see the reindeer when they went on family trips, especially to visit her aunt. She adores these fuzzy creatures and loves caring for them, especially choosing the tastiest carrots for them! In return for her care, she was allowed to ride them and so he taught her how. He used to take her on reindeer runs on Sven since she was five. By the time she grew up, she learned how to balance herself on them and go on rides with them. Nothing felt better than the cold breeze on her face as one reindeer ran and the rest followed right after.
    
    3. Baking: From a young age, Freya always had the sweetest of sweet tooths. Sharing that in common with her mother, there was always something smelling sweet and nice coming from the castle kitchens. Freya was always one to like experimenting when it came to trying up new things and as long as her mother supervised her and assisted her, everything was game in Freya's little bakery. She would always drag a chair by the counter, climbing on it and observing her mother's recipes thoroughly to copy them one day. There was never too much flour or powdered sugar in her hair or face as long as the result was absolutely delicious! Her favourite recipe is coconut and chocolate-covered balls.

  personality

  Freya is quite the spirited, smart, brave and adventurous soul which are two of the combined traits that her parents embed within them. She is quite the inquisitor, trying to gather as much information as she could about anything not only for knowledge's sake but also just out of mere curiosity. Her social skills were not the best, to begin with. Ironically, she always felt like a fish out of water with her peers in Arendelle as she spent most of her time running around by herself and hence her time was spent discovering new talents. Not that she minded. It was a whole other adventure in itself.
  
  She always strives to be whatever she wants, especially when being told not to. The phrase she goes by 'If you can dream it, you can do it' keeps ringing in her brain and it is what makes her such the determined girl she is nowadays. Despite it, Freya can be easily influenced which resulted from her low confidence and lack of understanding of reality when it comes to facing issues that life throws her way. This has resulted in her suffering from mild anxiety and very low self-esteem when in reality she is nothing by sunshine. This outshines the fact that with her loved ones' patience and constant support, she still tries to remain positive and do what she does best, see a new outcome. Freya loves seeing the glass half full in every situation which helps imbue courage and strength when it comes to the hardest of times. She learnt to see the beauty in all of the littlest things and the smallest of things. Spontaneous and Uplifting! She can even be inspiring to those she loves, even strangers. Those who oppose her view can find her to be something close to overbearing or disgusting, even.
  
  Even though she wears her heart on her sleeve and puts herself out there when it comes to meeting new people, Freya values her alone time very much. Her social battery drains quite quickly and it is why she usually refrains from crowded scenarios. She uses her time alone to recharge and uses it as an advantage to reflect on her days and also find new means how to approach life with an unapologetic outlook and also approach people in a confident yet wary about what could be said or done to not accidentally hurt their feelings. Especially given she usually tends to have close to no boundaries when she feels herself on overdrive.
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  Jonas Becken

  Close Friend - Joint to the hip from a very day she was born, Jonas was initially a present for her from her aunt. So that she would never be alone. Just like Anna had Olaf, she had Jonas. He's her platonic other half and they have undergone most of their adventures together. Jojo is a sign of calmness for her through the panicky thoughts in her head and doesn't let her isolate herself too much.

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  Powers and Abilities

  - Cold Resistance: Being born in the cold climate of Arendelle and countless exploration in the snowy surfaces, Freya built an external shell to the cold climates. She adapted to these temperatures and her body acclimatises easily to it finding warm places of great discomfort most times. Being more of an accustomed ability, the fact her mother was accidentally cursed with a frozen heart, her love transferred to her offspring so that she is protected from such wild cold chaoses.
  
  - Spirit of Strength: Seeing her parents in front of her and hearing all of their stories and what they went through, Freya recognised that she needed the same fighting spirit to go through any obstacle life throws her way. Though she may not look it, the female is very strong, both physically and mentally. She perseveres on seeing the love from her family and loved ones as a source of strength that anything can be achieved with the right approach and attitude. All those mini adventures done outside of the castle also built her endurance and stamina, especially when going up mountains.

  Backstory

  Born on a cold February night in the kingdom of Arendelle to the newlywedded young royals, the kingdom was blessed with a young princess to the Queen and Lord of Arendelle. Cheer, Festivities ran through the streets in front of the castle. She has been blessed with the name Freya of Arendelle and with it came her first gift, a friend, from her aunt. She had made her, a companion so she would never have to be alone. From that day on, her parents made it their utmost to give their child the full wonders of life Arendelle had to offer whilst keeping a close eye on her. Her mother did not want to have her daughter experience the same imprisonment she had to face when she was a kid and knowing how both her parents were one with a keen sense of adventure, Freya had quite the adventure ahead.
  
  From a young age, Freya's spirit was not one to go unnoticed in the castle's corridors. Her laughter rang through, especially when they carried out their afternoon music routines as she graced in her mother's beautiful voice, always in awe as she played her flute to it. True, she ended up more looking than playing but it was something to enjoy. Freya always valued the time she had with her parents. She bonded with them in different ways. With her mother, she used to enjoy it when they wandered around the castle telling her all about the silly things she used to do in her free time. Telling her about all the portraits found in the main hall. Seeing all the people from her past life she never got to meet was quite memorable. Her grandparents and how they perished on a voyage out on the seas. It was always nice and reminiscing to hear as she was brushing her wild hair down and making her braids.
  
  On the other hand, with her father, it was more of a hands-on experience. He was not one to tell stories or to talk but at least he bonded with her by other means. Her father used to take her on reindeer rides along the outskirts of the city as well as mountain hikes to the peak to get a beautiful panoramic view of the kingdom she called her home. Freya always begged him to take her best friend with her so they can share these momentous times together. It would have been saddening not to be able to share such wonders. It was Freya's joy when they sledged down the mountain and went into the stables to feed the reindeer. She absolutely adored how cute they were when they munched on their carrots as her father spoke to them. Freya was amazed at how somehow they looked like they were understanding him. She called him the 'Reindeer Whisperer' for it.
  
  When she was just seven years old, she decided to talk her friend into going outside and making their famous snow angels and snowman which was hilarious given his guardian and himself. She was warned by her mother that there was a chance of a snowstorm coming in during the week but when was not known. While still wary they still allowed them, not going far enough. As the pair of children were enjoying and laughing having the snow fight of their life, she noticed her friend tensing, as the snow became thicker, faster and a gust separated the two. All Freya could see what fog and whiteness. She called out for Jonas but heard nothing in return. All she could remember was cold, panic and hearing nothing in return. Freya made it to a small ledge which she hid under till the blizzard passed through. She was all huddled up in her fur coat, covering all the skin she could to avoid deteriorating. From that moment on, all she recognised were the hot flames of the castle's fireplace, her mother and father's warm embrace trying to increase her body temperature. It was a miracle she survived it in the first place. If it was not for Jonas meeting them halfway through the unexpected blizzard, she would have been a goner.
  
  Freya's adventuring spirit only dimmed from that accidental blizzard. She started fearing going out from the comforts of her home and limited herself to activities that were indoors. She started keeping more to herself than she normally did. Her mother tried to slowly re-introduce her to the outside world safely. Some days she needed it but some days she preferred practising her harp or playing board games with them on family game nights. One of the forms of comfort that she was finding was baking with her mama. She used to stay by her side and offer to assist her and of course lick, all the remaining chocolate directly from the bowl when she did not use it. Sweets, in particular, chocolate was her salvation whenever she was feeling down. The only realisation she did not want to come to terms with was that if she continued going down this road she was going to have another problem on her hands as she grew up. It was becoming a rather fattening addiction.
  
  Both Anna and Kristoff did not want their daughter to get obsessive over the wrong things. They both swore to keep her close and protect her from the harshness of the outside world. Especially when they have tried desperately for another offspring but were never successful thus far. Freya was the apple of their eyes. Pouring all their love and dedication into her. It was not that Freya did not love it but growing up, she felt like she needed the space. Her own space. She just did not know how to say it without hurting their feelings because she loved them dearly.
  
  Every time she was starting to pass any mirror, she started noticing a certain chub slowly forming more around her face, her arms and a bit of her waist. At first, it was dismissed as puberty but the more she felt safe in her comfort food, the more she realised it was not. Freya was not one to take notice of her weight or body image but she only realised when she started going on her usual mountain hikes that she could feel a bit heavier going up and even her loss of breath was simply heavier and not like it used to be. Freya finally came to terms that she in fact had a problem and she had no one else to turn to but her family. She could not bare telling them such negativities about her, especially knowing how much they worried about her.
  
  Finally decided to confide in her parents, albeit being worried (even though they tried to hide it), they were very understanding and even supportive which she had no doubt about. In fact, till Freya regulated her eating palette, Anna had tried her best to omit the brown goodness from their daily meals and try to keep it as healthy as possible for the girl whereas her father made it a point they needed to have some miles in when it came to their normal heights to keep an even and balanced diet. Together with her friend who supported her whenever she needed a shoulder to lean on and distract her from her thoughts to seek comfort in food yet again. It was something that boosted Freya back to normal and even help regulate her to love of this new lifestyle as she slowly started gaining back her desired physique.
  
  The young female was slowly regaining her confidence and self-esteem back to face the world with a glass-half-full personality. It hit her even more than ever now that it was not how she looked but it left an impact on how she felt, how it was affecting the activities she loved doing and most importantly how her loved ones reacted, accepting her and loving her. Growing up into a beautiful young lady, she did not want to keep herself in one place. As much as she loved her kingdom she was ready for her next adventure. She was craving it. Especially needing to learn all the things she was still unaware of. As much as it was something Anna wanted to put off for a while she approached her with the option to go to school. A school with teenagers and young adults like her from across, an academy onboard a ship was something else. It was the reason why her parents put it off as much to bring it to her. After what happened to her grandparents, Anna was always wary of the open seas. Nonetheless, she did not enrol by herself. It was a new adventure for both her and her closest friend, alike.
  
  An academic year flew by just like that. It was thrilling and the young strawberry blonde wanted nothing more for the next academic year...

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  full name

  Elias Farid Garah

  age

  Twenty-One (21).

  gender

  Male.

  sexuality

  Heterosexual.

  date of birth

  June 20th.

  Place of Birth

  Agrabah.

  "A thief is a man in need. A liar is a man in fear."

  Parental Figures.

  Iago and unknown mother.
  
  

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  Junior.
  
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  One Hundred and Fifty-Six pounds.

  hair

  Naturally dark brown in colour but often appears black. He loves to keep his hair at a medium length, especially since he loves the fact the hair cares for itself. He just runs a hand through it and wherever it lands, it stays. Enjoying the scruffy look it gives him a good edge and he cannot see it any other way. Even though, he is tempted to cut it shorter some day.

  eyes

  Dark brown in colour.

  Features

  His untameable hair that has a mind on its own. In addition, from his life on the streets and climbing touch surfaces, he has calloused hands and a couple of scar marks all over his body from reckless falls.

  mods

  Wears a black dangling cross piercing on his right ear and also loves to wear this thick gold chain around his neck as a memoir of the first thing he stole. In addition, he has these red lensed glasses with golden rims he often wears.

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    likes

    - Gold.
    - Market rushes.
    - Oranges/Apples.

    - Puns.
    - Early mornings.
    - New adventures.

    dislikes

    - Crackers.
    - Mistreatment.
    - Serpents.

    - Defeat.
    - Loneliness.
    - Vendors.
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    1. Raiding the marketplace: Coming to be one of his favourite thing to pass the time, he enjoyed the thrill and planning behind the most complex theft missions he gets assigned. He enjoyed it when the markets were full of people with clanking gold in their pouches ready to buy anything expensive and luxurious that they can lay their eyes on. It was the perfect opportunity. It was also a way of living.
    
    2. Caring for abandoned animals: Elias always had a soft spot for animals, especially abandoned animals. Whenever he sees an animal seeking shelter he takes them to his tent for them till they are fully recovered. He always tried to steal food for them and medicine before he would let them back out to the wild. The best feeling came when he would see them come back to the shelter.
    
    3. Parkour: In order to live out and pull off the best heists, he needed skills to enter and escape from not-so-safe entries. In addition, he loved the rush of adrenaline it gives him when he is running, jumping and climbing through any possible surface he could find.

  personality

  Elias is not much of a difficult person to understand to begin with. Despite being a sarcastic, lazy ass. It was not that he was physically lazy but he likes to take the easy way out in the simplest way possible. Even if the world never provided simple. From a young age, he grew up to be quite independent with a distaste towards his father who abandoned him at a young age. In fact, it was due to this that he was ever so loyal and tries to keep everyone he meets, mostly people he cares for on silver platters. He knows what it felt like to be abandoned so once Eli actually warms up to a person, he is as loyal as a dog and tries to do his very best to aid and please as best as he could.
  
  Being raised on the streets he grew up to be quite street-smart despite his lack of knowledge when it came to academics. Those were not gonna be useful in a survival scenario, he thinks. Having such a view in life, he was never pessimistic however, he was quite realistic and he was never one to sugarcoat a situation. Elias was always a one-man band before being adopted by his father's prior master, a man his father despised but a man that offered him shelter nonetheless. It was there where his kleptomaniac tendencies took their peak with little tricks of the trade. He values highly his sense of humor and sarcastic nature from time to time in order to ease the mood. Life is too short to be sour.
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  Partner-in-Crime - Sharing the same paternal figure, the pair are like siblings only he doesn't think of her that way. He hates how she is always her father's second choice and how he undermines her because she is female. She was his own flesh and blood and for him to be cherished more than her was unacceptable. Elias and Ebonee practically grew up together because her father took him under his wing as his own. They have built quite the bond and make a good team, especially running across the markets... may want to hold on to your pockets right there. She was someone whom he could lean on and knows that she got his back as he has hers.

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  Powers and Abilities

  - Voice Mimicry: Taking up after his father's talents in impersonation. Elias is able to manipulate his vocal cords and emit any sound he tries to deceive another. Although he cannot omit the exact replica of the sound, it does take practice but of course, he would have needed to hear it in order to duplicate it.
  
  - Bird Shift: The magic that was used to turn his father human was still laced in his blood and carried over to Elias. The male has the ability to shift into a bird, a parrot in particular. Despite being able to shift at his will, he cannot take the form of a parrot without exceeding five hours, otherwise, he is risking being stuck in that shape and form.

  Backstory

  From a young spawn, Elias' luxury to call home was the rough, thieving streets of Agrabah. Elias was the one and only son of Iago but he was never raised under his parents' wing. His parentage was very unclear to him from the day he was born. As an infant, he could only make up vague images of whom he assumed to have been him. If it was for father dearest, he would have spent his time growing up in the streets, until his genius plan came to fruition. He remembers vaguely of how a very awkward man used to come into their shelter where he used to stay with a young woman whom he could assume was his mother. Not that he made sense of that given he could only open his eyes and cry.
  
  The male used to frequent his visits but as the child slowly grew up to the age of five and from two to three times a week, these visits rendered to none. He always used to wait eagerly by the tent he called home, awaiting for the familiar pair to show their face. The man calling himself his father was a show up more than the woman who only held him at birth. But one night, all that he could do was wait. And wait. Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months till the young child accepted the fact that no one was going to show. Iago just vanished from his life completely till the young boy could say he was alone. For the next couple of days, the boy was alone. All the rush and shouting of the markets could be heard underneath him as well as the sound of his stomach was growing stronger. He wanted a loaf of bread the man always used to bring him. He saw one but he had to steal it.
  
  Climbing down, he managed slowly sneak his way through the market. His small body frame allowed him to manoeuvre easily at laying low. As he thought he was in the clear, Elias went to snatch the nice-smelling loaf. A golden staff with what looked like a cobra head with two ruby eyes was slammed on his hand. He thought this complete stranger was going to bust him but instead he took out some coins and paid the vendor for the kid to eat. He sure looked funny but Elias could not get over the staff's eyes. The man instructed the child to go for a walk and introduced himself as Jafar. Jafar claimed he knew who his father was, Iago, the same man that used to visit him but disappeared. Despite the child-hating his father for leaving him alone, he wanted to know more about him which this stranger offered. It was a shred of hope to know who he was as he grew up.
  
  Jafar, the name rang a bell.
  
  His father had told him to beware of the person who bore the name but at least Jafar showed up for him. He took him under his wing as his own son. His own flesh and blood. Elias could not care what words of wisdom his father had provided him with, he left. Elias grew up to be Jafar's shadow, he thought him all the smarts that he needed to know to survive out there. All the tricks to outsmart the greatest of them all. Teach him all the things his own father was incapable of carrying out. From what Jafar had told him, Iago also fled from him too. He bailed on him too. Quite a trait and fame he had acquired. Turned out Jafar knew him because Iago used to be his assistant before Elias was born. Jafar always kept him on his highest of horses, on a silver platter. He was the son he desired for. The son he never had. Elias never knew the powers of effect those words had on those around him.
  
  This Jafar had a daughter of his own whom he barely mentions. It was as if she was nothing but a mere shadow. Never good enough. Elias almost felt guilty at how differently he treated them from each other. He was too young to understand the whys and hows but it was pretty evident. He even provided him with a last name, Garah. It was when Elias started getting along with Ebonee that he stopped doing his bidding or at least minimise in a way it would not get him on his case. The fact that he started to get closer to his daughter, getting to know her as a close friend, his partner-in-crime, did not help glorify his adoptive father's image. Especially hearing her side of the story and how she felt. Before he knew it, Elias was back in the streets doing what he does best. However, this time around, for the first time he was not doing it alone. It felt so much better doing it with someone else, knowing that someone else had his back.
  
  One time, he was doing one of his taxes rounds in the streets for Jafar's collections before a man caught his attention. A familiar, awkward and skittish man that seemed to try and catch his attention. The man had a piece of paper in hand and it was as if he wanted to catch Elias' attention. Another day passed, and he saw the man. The third day and it was as if he was following him. He went to approach him but the man ran. Following him, it was as if he disappeared. Looking down he noticed a piece of parchment stating to meet at the following point which was signed off with 'I' and it was the last place where his tent was when he was only a child.
  
  He immediately ran to Ebonee and asked her if she wanted to accompany him. It was better if he did not go alone. Especially since something out of the ordinary is being felt. As they reached his old 'home' he saw the man as rugged as ever. He introduced himself as Iago. Elias knew that name. It was his father and after his honourable return, Elias was not so calm about it. He had so many questions and needed so many answers. He felt enraged but at the same time relieved to finally have the conversation he wanted. The true origin of who he was and where he came to be from. Iago immediately went hostile at the sight of Jafar's child and how he should be careful, how he wanted his son to be safe after he gave him away to the man in the first place. It was hypocritical.
  
  Iago started to explain and tell him the tale of who he was. He told him how he was Jafar's assistant but he also told him he was actually a parrot. He proceeded to tell him of how Jafar was so 'kind' enough to grant him his wish to experience life as a human being even if it came with many costs that were unaddressed. He could never understand but Jafar was a man with many powers when it came to his sorcery. As long as he followed his conditions and bid his dues, he would keep his wish in being human. While Iago was on one of his conquests, he met this beautiful lady and he started experiencing all the natural desires that came with the package, one thing led to another and he fell in love with her. The woman was his mother. He kept doing what his master wanted in order to keep his form and keep seeing her. Until one night, they found out they were pregnant. Pregnant with Elias.
  
  Throughout the pregnancy, despite not telling her the truth about him. Being completely honest with his son he also told him that the only reason why he stuck by was due to the fact he saw him as his ticket to free himself from Jafar's shackles. In fact, when he turned five, he returned to his master trading Elias to be his son, doing the master's bidding and earning his freedom. And so he did. Elias was enraged at the thought of imprisoning him in his stead but if it was not for that he would have never met Jafar, never met Ebonee and for sure never would have learned the ways to survive. As a form of apology, the man took out a very tattered piece of paper with a ship on it.
  
  S.S. Montunui... TeFiti Academy...
  
  Despite not being there, it was what his father deemed to be a new step in his life. A life where he could also be free from his chains. He took the piece of paper and examined it. He was right. There was nothing for him, them, here in Agrabah. He looked at Ebonee and hoped she would have the same line of thought. This was the wild card they needed. They had enough earnings from their runs in the marketplace and shenanigans. It was an attempt for them to ditch their father and attend this academy on seas that was opened up by their parents' worst enemies claiming unity. They made enough profit for it, so might as well give it a shot no?

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  Sae

  full name

  Sadie Ela De Vil.

  age

  Twenty-Two (22).

  gender

  Female.

  sexuality

  Demisexual.

  date of birth

  December 10th.

  Place of Birth

  London.

  "How does that saying go? I am a woman, hear me roar."

  Parental Figures.

  Cruella De Vil and unknown father.
  
  

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  Junior.
  
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  One Hundred and Twenty-Three pounds.

  hair

  Naturally dark brown in colour. Sadie was not really a fan of her natural colour so she dyed her long lock of waves in a bright red colour that changes down to a light copper shade in an ombre style. She often ties it half up and half down or just leaves it hanging in loose curls.

  eyes

  Dark grey in colour.

  Features

  Her dyed hair. She was never a fan of full or natural hair colours and so she has a habit of changing colours from time to time. Her current hair colour managed to stay on the longest so far.

  mods

  She has multiple earrings that hug her right and left ear. In addition, she has a black hoop looped through her right nostril. She has five tattoos; one behind her neck a cross, and the other on her right lower forearm which is a consistency of roses and thorns with crescent moons looped through. The third one is of a crescent moon behind her left ear. The last two were, one in between her chest of an arrow with a rose tip and under and to the side of her right breast she has a small paw print with Sadie written under it.
  

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    likes

    - Vintage.
    - Fashion.
    - Black/White/Grey

    - Rainy Days.
    - Canines.
    - Tattoo Designs.

    dislikes

    - Bright Colours.
    - Felines.
    - Children.

    - Judgements.
    - Unwanted Attention.
    - Loud Music.
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    1. Fashion Design: Being genetically passed down almost, Sadie shared her mother's love for fashion from a very young age despite not being raised by her at first. From a young age, she always tempered with her adoptive mother's clothes and created something new from them. She started experimenting with a good old sewing machine from a young age, pricking herself a couple of times here and there. Once she started her mentoring with her mother and working in the industry from a young age, her hobby became her life and it was always something that brought her satisfaction in the end.
    
    2. Tattoo Design: As much as she loved to draw designs for her clothing, she more often explored another side of her art that she did not focus enough on. Especially since she was too scared of the needle to push through. She loved designing tattoos and all the ones she has were her own doing. She managed to be on the other end but actually watching the needlework on the skin, she limited her designs to her sketchbook and offered them as possible inspirations for her friends or anyone who expressed interest in them. Tattoo needles surely hit differently than sewing needles. That was a given.
    
    3. Late Night Drives/Walks: Although not much of a hobby, once she learned how to drive she started taking the Browns' dogs and her own little one, Pepper for drives and late-night walks in order to clear her head for a little bit. To get away and spend some time with her little furry friends and just breathe as they ran one after the other in the open grasslands of the outskirts of London. Surprisingly it was not that hard for Sadie to round them up without a leash. It was like they listened to her instantly.

  personality

  Upon first glance, Sadie can be depicted as mean and rude, especially taking impressions from her own mother. On the contrary, under that exterior is a very soft-spoken and sheltered character that is dying for companionship. Being surrounded by pups as her company and friends, she was not really well versed when it came to human interaction, resulting in keeping to herself most of the time and can even be a bit snappish on first impressions or not approachable even. In fact, given her dogs were always up in her space she can be quite careful at points when she does actually feel like she wants to interact with people which can be depicted as a lack of respect. Something that was pointed out to her and tries her best not to do it. Especially when it came to giving in her two cents before anyone else.
  
  Her obsession with her designs made her a bit boastful in order to try and sell her product and get some income. Given her string of success, she did acquire a taste in greed of wanting more which resulted in her mother's selfish and materialistic tendencies of needing more success. Well aware of her short temper, she had definitely started working on that from a very young age, especially venting out her frustrations to herself. Her impulsive and reckless nature, despite being flaws, worked well with her creative nature. It helps her step out of her comfort zones almost every time which makes her outside-of-the-box thinking, spectacular. She uses it for any situation she is faced with, especially her designs.
  
  Unlike her mother, who was depicted as cruel and heartless in her past life, Sadie managed to show her what it was like life to feel. Sadie is very in tune with her emotions and as much as she does love to show them, she opts to keep them to herself and not show her vulnerability in front of those who only want to cause harm. The female yearns for some companionship that does not bark in response. Someone she can share everything with, without fearing getting stabbed in the back. Someone she can count on. Due to this, Sadie trusts easily more often than not and when that trust is reciprocated she is very loyal. Loyal as a guard dog. Even if she did fear abandonment or betrayal. It was a risk she was willing to take, even if it meant her empathic self gets hurt in the process. Something her mother always wanted to show her. To grow a tough shell so she won't get broken.
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  Powers and Abilities

  - Paw Patrol: Being raised with dogs all her life, she has a really good relationship with canines. Whilst her mother repels them, Sadie attracts them and is quite fond of them in the first place. She has the ability to communicate with them and can understand how they feel which is why they respond to her so much. She has a unique bond that took years to build. In return, the canines can sense what she is thinking and feeling making them the perfect companions for her.
  
  - Fashion Spree: Honing her experience with a pair of scissors and a sewing machine, she was a fashion design guru all over. She will not hesitate to challenge someone with a design competition. Sadie puts her blood, sweat, and tears into her clothing designs that it would be a shame not to enjoy. She loves creating them for others as they advertise her product in exchange. Her style is personally dull with a splash of white and red but that was a personal taste. She can come up with any pattern and style as per the customer's request.

  Backstory

  Once upon a rainy night in London, a young baby girl was born to a woman that was sentenced to jail for thirteen years of her life. Born to the infamous Cruella De Vil, a well-looked fashion designer that had a shady way of acquiring nice fur samples for her famous designs. A way of using real animal fur, particularly canine fur for her beautiful coats. The woman was finally silenced and locked up for pillaging endangered breeds. Giving her the name Sadie, Cruella wanted to give her baby the best chance in life, not wanting her to grow up with her in a prison cell. She had no apparent choice but to look into her daughter's eyes and say hello and goodbye as they ripped Sadie from her arms.
  
  Sadie was given up for adoption for her greater good and sent into the foster care system as a newborn it did not take her long to get adopted by a newly wedded couple whose wife could not bear children of her own. As the infant was enrolled, it was only a matter of months before she was left in the system. Getting adopted by the Browns, she was brought into a well-rounded family that loved unity. Being a family that had a lot of siblings, aunts/uncles, and cousins from both of their ends, the Browns felt a bit defeated when they had gotten the news that Mary was infertile. They wanted to try opting for surrogacy but once they were informed that a newborn was enrolled, they sought it as a sign. Deciding for the child to keep her name, Sadie grew up as Sadie De Vil. Her adoptive parents wanted to give the baby her wonderous life as they heard and were made well aware of her biological's mother doings and current imprisonment. Mary and Peter wanted to shield her from that but also knew they could only do it for so long in the first place. For now, they changed her last name to Brown.
  
  Growing up, she started showing a lot of her mother's interest as she always found herself in her adoptive mother's closet, trying out outfits and shoes that were double her size and even stealing her makeup to draw on walls. It was not something the Browns enjoyed but at the same time, they admired her talent. They enrolled her in a school where she could start expanding her arts and crafts from a young age. The young girl flourished further as in her art classes she always explored her drawing into clothing, like drawing clothing sketches and coloring them in. What her teachers found intriguing was her choice of colours were only black, white, and red. Every pattern with those colours looped in. Her passion grew only more as she started discovering shows on television. Seeing all those runways. It was her pride and joy to raid her mother's old closet and stitch away to make cute dresses and clothing for all the dogs that her adoptive parents had. The Browns were a dog family. They owned a dog shelter nearby and they took the liberty of adopting some. It made Peter a bit wary of course, knowing who their child's mother was. As she turned twelve, Sadie started to wonder how she felt a bit different. She was not really a colourful person like them. She opted for dark clothing, loved dull makeup, and started dabbling a bit in hair dye. Her brown her was not sitting well. In fact, she opted to dye it half white and half red.
  
  Upon returning home, she nearly gave them a heart attack as she looked exactly like her biological mother. It sent them into a frenzy and Mary took her to at least dye her other half black so it would be whole. Not understanding what happened, and why they reacted that way. Sadie inquired and with a half-hearted effort, Peter and Mary sat her down to explain. Explain where she came from and who she was. All about her mother. Despite their best efforts, she could not help but feel not wanted by her own mother. She wondered who she was and what she did to end up being imprisoned. One night, she was looking at this fashion show when she accidentally knocked over the controller, switching the channel on the news. Seeing a mugshot of her biological mother. The reporter was stating that the famous Cruella was granted early release for good behavior. Half of Sadie hoped she would look for her, the other half wanted nothing to do with her. It was a conflicting dilemma running through her mind.
  
  It only took a couple of months till a knock was heard on the door. Peter opened it only to reveal the familiar woman. It was her mother.
  
  Cruella De Vil showed up at the Brown's doorstep as she had been doing nothing but search for her daughter. In hopes to build a bond with her baby, she let go years ago. Doing a fine job through her private investigator, he led her spot on to her. The dogs around the house were alert toward her as if she was emitting something hazardous toward them. Not like Sadie, the dogs loved and adored her. At first, Sadie was wary of her mother, only hearing of her infamous animal cruelty and fur coat obsession that landed her in the slammer in the first place. However, with mutual agreement with the Browns, she got to hang out with her on a weekly basis. They allowed Cruella to get to know her, under Sadie's terms. As they spent more time together, Sadie started to see her mother's personality. It was a different side than the media let out. A more emotional and nurturing side. A caring side towards Sadie.
  
  The ex-inmate expressed how she had made a lot of mistakes in her life but giving her up was purely a choice she made to give the young girl a life worth living. One that did not involve prison cells. A life she could not provide her with at the time. In fact, she wanted to make up for the lost time. The more time they spent together, she started to open up about her hobbies. Showing her mother the designs and art she had done throughout the years. Cruella was at a loss for words. In order to try and make things right, she saw the potential in her daughter. Potential to start working with her, and take her to her full potential. Getting a better view of her mother, Sadie wanted to explore more with her mother and due to reaching her age of maturity, she inquired whether she could retake her birth name, wanting her last name to reflect her mother's.
  
  The reunited mother and daughter started working on various design projects together as Cruella started mentoring her. Sadie only had one condition. That no animals were harmed in the process. As much as Cruella's obsession went, she really did try and for the sake of Sadie, she did. Especially not wanting to end up being a criminal once more. Sadie flourished in her mother's guidance, learning the ins and outs of the fashion world and honing her skills as an upcoming new fashion and art designer. Cruella was proud of her daughter and began taking her on jobs, showcasing her talents to former clients and colleagues. Eventually, Cruella decided that it was time for Sadie to broaden her knowledge while learning a couple of things along the way. Letting Sadie enjoy her young adult years. As much as Sadie was saddened to spend time away from her mother, she did go along with her plan to attend her scholastic years on this cruise ship. It was something new for sure.
  
  If only she knew what her mother was planning to do as soon as Sadie went on that ship. Let's say, old habits die hard.

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  Han

  full name

  Henri Gabriel Gerrard.

  age

  Twenty-Four (24).

  gender

  Male.

  sexuality

  Homosexual.

  date of birth

  March 5th.

  Place of Birth

  Paris.

  "Its funny... how they never see it coming."

  Parental Figures.

  Claude Frollo and Mia Gerrard (NPC).
  
  

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  One Hundred and Seventy pounds.

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  Dark brown in colour. He does like to switch styles from time to time. His typical style is either gelled back or upwards, letting her natural waves rest at their will on the top of his head. Feeling a bit more adventurous, he does want to experiment a bit and let it grow up a bit to tie it up in a small ponytail.

  eyes

  Chocolate brown in colour.

  Features

  Most often found wearing his beloved leather jacket with a smoke between his lips. His signature look is his side grin with his perfect white pearls as well as piercing, dreaming brown eyes that send you into a daze. He does endure various slashing marks on his back and burn marks along his arms and torso from his father's punishments for every time he "sinned".

  mods

  He often decorates his ear lobes with matching black studs. He also has his fair share of tattoos to add to the mix, especially his arms and chest to cover his burn marks. (Click Here)

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    likes

    - Freedom.
    - Festivities.
    - Testing his father's patience.

    - Leather.
    - "Restless Nights".
    - Rum.

    dislikes

    - Religion.
    - His father.
    - Justice.

    - Lemons.
    - Goats.
    - Fire.
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    1. Gambling and Games of Chance: Spending most of his escapades on the streets and inside bars, he took interest in the games that took place such as poker, games of chance, and cards. Something that kept his brain working and on edge. Trying to pick up tricks of the trades in such a hobby was something he always entertained, especially taking such skills on the street to gather that extra coin he kept stashed in case of emergencies.
    
    2. Swordfighting: Being pent up in his room during the dullest of days, one thing his father approved of was wielding a blade. Providing him his own set of swords and daggers he took his time to learn maneuvers and attacks he can manage with a sword in one hand and dagger in the other. Once he managed that, he wanted to start learning defensive mechanisms. Something Frollo never even suggested. It was always on the offensive for him, something Henri never vibed for.
    
    3. Performing Arts: Always watching the wonderful and colourful festivities from his window, he would always sing along and dance around in his room with them. As much as he won't admit it or show it even, the man has quite an angelic voice which can be quite hypnotising, to begin with. It was mostly hidden from his father because if he was caught entertaining those heathens' traditions, it would lead to being punished. He only enhanced it when he rejoined his mother and brother after leaving that cursed cathedral.

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  From a young age, Henri always showed a rebellious personality, particularly when it comes to his father's beliefs and expectations of him. It was either this or he was not accepted by himself or society. He was always born to be a free spirit who does not like to be tied down or constrained by the expectations of others. For too long, he felt trapped and stifled by his father's rules, causing him to yearn for the freedom to live life on his own terms. As a result, he often challenges one's beliefs and authority, preferring to chart his own path and explore new ideas and experiences. Despite his defiance, the boy is driven by a deep sense of independence and a desire to break free from the constraints that have held him back in the past.
  
  He can be somewhat of a flirt who loves to give someone a chase from time to time. The commitment was something that gave him the shivers, however. As much as he loves lounging around and getting further sleeping around conquests, whenever he starts to feel the slightest shred of feelings or some sort of attachment building he is as done as ever. This often results in him fleeing without giving it a second thought. Despite his fears, he has the desire to settle down and lead a quieter life, but he doubts that it will ever happen. His fear of commitment often leads him to miss out on potentially meaningful relationships, and he struggles with finding a balance between his desire for independence and his yearning for connection. Deep down, he longs for the stability and comfort of a committed relationship, but his fears and doubts continue to hold him back.
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  Powers and Abilities

  - Voice of Power: As much as he hates it, he does have his father's way with words. A skill he wished he did not have but he does. He has a way of influencing people with his word as if it was a lulling spell that some may fall victim to. It was the reason why people always fell onto his lap with things he desired so easily. Depending on the particular person's willpower and how graced by his gaze they are.
  
  - Swordsmanship: One thing her father did right was show him the way with blades. He is very skilled when it came to wielding daggers and swords, to begin with. He is skilled and still learning close combat with one-handed weapons in particular. Especially when he had so many frustrations to let out with his training dummy up in the bell tower where his room was. Not wanting to rely on his voice and good looks, he did enjoy putting his hands and endurance to good use for once.

  Backstory

  In the heart of Paris, there stood the magnificent Notre Dame Cathedral. It was a place of worship and a symbol of hope for the people. But for one person, it was a prison - the son of the infamous Judge Frollo, Henri. The events of his conception happened one gloomy night in the lit night streets of Paris which was the time and place his father deemed God had written out for him. Having one of his political cases flunk, his father was not one to take such losses lightly. One drunken night in the monastery, he was setting himself into fits of rage and throwing his liquor bottles in the fire he was stopped by one of his volunteers that were helping him clean around the monastery. One thing led to another and this woman sought refuge with him resulting in an eventful night that was the moment his father committed the greatest sin. A sin he still managed to justify that God willed it. Hence, it was forgiven. God forbid the great Frollo for he does not sin.
  
  Henri was born out of wedlock and first and foremost he was born to a man who swore to never try to force women under his wing ever again. Not after what happened with his 'beloved' Esmeralda and how ran as far away as she possibly could from his grasp. Despite taking his own flesh and blood under his wing, his father looked at him as if he was vermin. A mistake that looked him in the eye every time he ran through the corridors of Notre Dame. Young Henri was a constant reminder of that blasted night. A reminder of his weakness, his committed sin. The only reason he wanted to be part of Henri's life was that he managed to warp him into a justification. Hence, he was a "blessing" from God that he needed to care for.
  
  Growing up, the boy was nowhere near short of being a saint. He was a roaming ray of trouble ready to wreak havoc because he enjoyed seeing his father flip off. Especially when he sees the central vein on his forehead pop when he tested his patience. If Frollo wanted quiet in the monastery, Henri was a loudmouth. The boy was never a fan of being second best to anyone, especially to his own father. From a young age, he was always living in his father's shadow. 'Do this, not that.', 'Be wise and know your place.', 'You must follow God's will and eliminate all the vermin from this city.' this was all the brainwashing that he was so blessed with. Something Henri was never good at was listening and being forced to do things that were not deemed right in his books. Slowly gaining his own senses and morals, he started noticing how his father did more damage than good in the precious justice kingdom he had built for the Parisians to fear him. Not Henri.
  
  Living a life of not being acknowledged or even appreciated, he started to steer into his own ways and methods in his teenage years. Whilst father dearest was busy doing his duties in righting his city as a judge serving justice, Henri only grew more resentful towards him and what he does. He used to sneak out of the monastery and run through the beautiful streets of Paris he was forbidden to do. They were full of temptations and sins, his father claimed. The only wrong thing that looked like that was his father's method and the religion he so followed. And so, he started exploring the things his religion, or more so, his father despised. He discovered the fruitful nature of drinking and gambling. He was too young to grow up in the bitter old man his father was. That bell tower was nothing compared to the company he enjoyed on the outside. His newly acquired hobby of sleeping around was a beautiful way to gain control over his life and defy him. Especially when he taunted him that his suitors were indeed male apart from females.
  
  All those days he spent looking at people tending to their daily lives, wondering what it felt like to be free. He finally got to know what it felt like. Making it just in time for dinner. His father was always infuriated when he could smell alcohol on his breath, smoke on his clothes and love marks decorating his skin. Testing the old man's limits was clearly on his agenda. Frollo actually kicked him out of the cathedral for his mannerisms and hobbies, not to return till he sorted himself. It was during that walk he noticed a handsome young man, captivated by his looks and graces as he sang and danced along the streets. His talent was exquisite enough that caught Henri's attention. The male saw the pain and anger Henri had trapped behind those chocolate-brown eyes. Sitting on the pavement, they talked and he was very understanding, to say the least. The male introduced himself as Leon, Leon Gerrard. Henri grew closer to him and they became inseparable. Taking his last name as he grew up, he took him under his wing, keeping each other company as he shielded him from the horror that was his father.
  
  It was only a matter of time before he noticed the young man's mother was also his mother. Henri had her eyes. Especially when she heard his story. It was as if Leon was his saving grace. A brother he did not know he had. Leon had received the perfect opportunity for Henri to go live his life as he wished. A chance to redeem himself from his father's shadow. A chance to get a grip on his own life. It was a flyer to enroll in this academy on the seas. Accepting applicants fitting his bill. Before leaving, he wanted to give his father the courtesy of letting him know that he was leaving Paris. After three whole years, he returned to Notre Dame, to face him. He did not let him have the time for him to contest only to hear 'This is a mistake! You will regret this!' and that was all he could hear before the bells of the cathedral rang as he did.
  
  The son of Frollo may have been a mistake, but he was also a human being with dreams and desires. He rebelled against his father and the church, not because he was evil, but because he wanted to be accepted for who he was. In the end, he found freedom, and that was all that mattered. Freedom that he wanted to return for his second year.

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Clarissa Mayfield ~~ Patrick Moore

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  Clarissa Jane Mayfield.

  nickname

  Cee, Clar.

  age

  Twenty (20).

  gender

  Female.

  sexuality

  Bisexual.

  Date of Birth

  October 1st.

  "Little by little, day by day. What is meant for you, will find its way."

  Art Major.

  Digital Arts.
  
  

  Art Specialities.

  Digital drawings and Animations.
  
  

  Theme Song.

  Dog days are over by Florence + The Machine.
  
  
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  One Hundred and Two pounds.

  hair

  Medium length, straight silky, dark brown hair that is often kept hanging or in a ponytail whilst doing something that requires concentration with her tablet's pen looped, holding it together.

  eyes

  Hazel with hints of green in colour.

  Features

  Loves to keep her two front strands of her hair braided to keep out of her face. She also has a trail of freckles along her cheeks and bridge of her nose.

  mods

  She has two pairs of ear piercings, the lower are small hoops and on top coupled with studs as well as a nose ring she keeps hidden more often than not due to school. More often she is found with dark shades and headphones slung around her neck with soft music playing.

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    likes

    - Lilacs/Purples.
    - Old Records.
    - Astronomy.
    - Lo-fi Beats.

    - Inspirational Quotes.
    - Macaroons.
    - Moonlit Ambience.
    - Wine

    dislikes

    - Buzzing Noises.
    - Splashes in the face.
    - The spotlight.
    - Ads.

    - Zoos.
    - Anything Sparkling.
    - Soury Tastes.
    - Flowers.
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    Clary enjoyed immersing herself in her music. She was quite talented with various musical instruments but her favourite were the piano and flute. They had quite a serene melody that eased her ears. On top of that, Clarissa loved exerting her skills on paper which then transferred through her graphics tablet where she spends endless time on her bed having at it all night with vivid expressive drawings. Lastly, she enjoyed spending her time playing video games that revolved heavily on single-player adventures where she is able to explore whole new worlds and even gather inspiration from them in hopes of creating her own drawing animations in one of them as well.

  personality

  Clary's personality underwent a dramatic transformation from the sweet, fragile, and innocent little girl she once was. As she grew older, her previously hidden qualities of being somewhat bitchy began to shine through. This change was particularly noticeable when she started hanging out with what was considered the "cool" crowd at school, although it ultimately proved to be detrimental to her well-being. Clarissa became adept at concealing her true emotions, presenting a stoic poker face instead. This was partially a defence mechanism, given the constant scrutiny and judgment she faced due to her near-constant need to wear sunglasses and headphones. They were her getaway.
  
  Despite her apparent aloofness, Clarissa had a strong sense of self and a competitive streak that drove her to strive for success and be on top. This was particularly evident in her passion for striving in her previous music career and now advancement in her animation/digital creativeness, where she would go to great lengths to come out on top. However, beneath her tough exterior, she still possessed a compassionate and understanding nature, even when others failed to comprehend her. Clary was the only one to break down her walls to only those deemed worthy to give her the time of day and actually invest in a proper relationship with her. Otherwise, it was simply a facade. While her bluntness and sarcasm might give the impression of a bitchy attitude, there existed a lovable layer within her if given the opportunity to be seen and appreciated.
  
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  Older Brother - Cee and Casper were close in their age and it was safe to say they grew up together and exploring their love for the arts together till they were separated. They always dreamed of publishing something with him being talented with the pen and her the pencil but that had been put on hold for the time being. She wishes she could get the chance to speak to him again.

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  Backstory

  In terms of proper childhood... Clarissa had that nailed. Somewhat. She was the youngest daughter of her and her brother, Casper, who is around two years older than her. She was raised by two caring parents who were rather successful in their business which originated in Verona, Italy and kept flourishing in Europe. Carter, her father, managed to successfully run his business, worldwide. Technology was at its start of peaking, hence the company was making so many profits. Of course, Clary was only very young to understand what her father went through for such success.
  
  When she was just a little girl, Clarissa was diagnosed with photophobia. Her eyes, specifically her retinas were photophobic and were extremely sensitive to sunlight or any fluorescent light will cause her chronic headaches and lack of sight. It was painful for the little girl. Despite not having her eyesight being top-notch, the female had high hearing senses and touching senses which excelled in her ability with playing instruments as well as expressing herself in other forms like art. She could play the piano, guitar and flute the most. In fact, it was in her big orchestra opening that her life changed upside down.
  
  As the young girl was attending her concert with all her family, all went well till she was reunited with her parents for a brief time after the concert. Her parents had left her and her brother to watch over one another temporarily as they had to tend to some business talk quickly. That time the theatre was being emptied, and a wave of people rushed by as one person grabbed a tight hold of the girl's wrist and took her away without a place for her to struggle. Stripping the seven-year-old from her brother's hands, yelling. It was that night, her most memorable night that was her worst nightmare. The day that she was stripped from her whole family and brought to a completely different one.
  
  Due to being kidnapped, Clary was not aware of where or what was happening at that point. All she knew was that they were driving for days and days till they had arrived at the destination of the captors' wishes. They drove from Italy, all the way to Spain. If there was hope for the seven-year-old to go back to her family, it was going to be extremely harder. The couple that had been abducted spoke with strong Spanish accents which she assumed they were. They were not heads that wanted a child so desperately that they had to abduct one. As the years passed by, the only four walls Clary was familiar with were the four walls she was trapped in. Her room. Which was a basement. She wondered what her family was thinking or if they were looking for her. She wondered how they would find her or if they ever gave up on her. Because her hope was certainly shattering.
  
  In fact, she even started adapting to the new family she had been forced into. The couple were not bad people on the whole. Sure, they seemed quite psychos for doing what they did but they provided her with everything. Food, shelter and even education. Eventually, they even gave her an actual room and not a basement. By this time she figured her parents thought she was dead. She started adapting to the new family. She coped well with them. She started learning their cultures, learning their language and customs. Turned out, the 'mother' was known for her music and she forged a bond with Clarissa quite easily. The lady just wanted a child to share this bond. She can get where she was coming from. It was only when the female turned nineteen, the family moved to the States where both of them can span their career. It had even gone as far as collaborating with her new mother on shows. It was when she started accompanying her mother's musical shows she started adopting to wear her glasses and headphones. The lighting always messed with her eyes and due to that her hearing was ever so heightened having the need to constantly protect her ears with her own soft music.
  
  Despite her current life, there was never a time when she did not stop to think back about her birth family. Her little brother the most. He was her shadow, her number-one fan. The pair were inseparable till that night occurred. She wanted to write to him so badly but she felt it was best if she kept it like this. He was better off thinking she was dead. Her mother enrolled her at this university renowned for their dedication to the arts. However, she did not enrol as a music student. Clarissa enrolled with her other acquired talent and explored her hobby further of drawing.

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  Rick

  full name

  Patrick Benjamin Moore

  nickname

  Patty, Ricky, P.

  age

  Twenty-two (22).

  gender

  Male.

  sexuality

  Bisexual (male-leaning).

  Date of Birth

  March 17th.

  "Trying to decide whether to start some shit or not... Nah maybe next time."

  Art Major.

  Theater Arts.
  
  

  Art Speciality.

  Lights and Sound (Audiovisual).
  
  

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  The Lazy Song by Bruno Mars.
  
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  One Hundred and Eleven pounds.

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  Sandy blonde hair which is often kept short and styled to the side in a spikey manner flowing into nice waves. His hair kind of did its own thing but did it perfectly, meaning Patrick doesn't spend much time setting it.

  eyes

  Emerald green in colour.

  Features

  Light freckles scattered on his face and shoulders which he hates. He also has a weirdly shaped birthmark on his left hip.

  mods

  He bares no piercing, tattoos or scars.

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    - Chess.
    - Sugarcubes.
    - Picnics.
    - Greens.

    - Pranks.
    - Trouble stirrer.
    - Comedy.
    - Special Effects.

    dislikes

    - Bad Hair Days.
    - Complications.
    - Pumpkins.
    - Superstitions.

    - Beer.
    - Isolation.
    - Liqourish.
    - Small Talk.
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    From a young age, Patrick always wanted to tell his stories through other means that did not involve writing or acting which was too hard of a work in his opinion. In this regard, he loved tinkering with little bits and bobs to make wonderful little creations. In addition, growing up he always used to use the strangest of things common household items to create specific sounds to make something special from it. In addition, Patrick is very in tune when it comes to entertainment. He loves binge-watching movies and series as well as following movies and live theater. He finds himself captivated by the special light and sound effects every time, finding the challenge to replicate them himself.

  personality

  Patrick's sense of humour and love for laughter are often his go-to tools for navigating through challenging situations. He understands that making others laugh not only brings joy but also helps to alleviate tension and create a sense of camaraderie. His witty remarks and playful nature are a source of comfort and relief for those around him.
  
  However, beneath Pat's lighthearted exterior, there are moments when he grapples with his own fears and sadness. Despite his inclination to use humour as a shield, he is not afraid to show vulnerability when necessary. His ability to acknowledge and confront his emotions demonstrates his maturity and personal growth. Patrick's love extends beyond his immediate family, as he deeply cares for his friends as well. He is known for his loyalty and willingness to go to great lengths to support and protect those he holds dear. Whether it's offering a listening ear, providing a shoulder to lean on, or simply brightening someone's day with a well-timed joke, his affectionate nature shines through in his relationships.
  
  Overall, Patrick's dynamic personality encompasses a mix of adventure, humour, responsibility, and love. While he may be a walking hazard at times, his ability to learn from his mistakes, bring laughter to others, and show genuine care and affection makes him an endearing and cherished presence in the lives of those around him.
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  Cousin (paternal) - Patrick and Laurel were raised together from a young age. Both his father and her mother ended up with the same luck with their partners missing in their life. He loves his little cousin to bits and not to mention he loves pranking her whenever she gives him the chance, which was a lot considering they lived under the same roof as their grandparents. Besides she was one of the easy targets. He will probably be her cause of death one day but he loves her to bits.

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  Backstory

  Patrick Moore embraced a life filled with tricks, jokes, and challenging situations. Alongside his younger brother, Callum, they resided with their grandparents, as neither of them had any recollection of their parents. Tragically, their mother had passed away while giving birth to Callum, who was four years younger than Patrick. Whilst his father was out working in order to provide financially for his sons. He worked abroad so that was a heavy factor in the children's life. As their grandparents advanced in age, he took on the responsibility of assisting her, particularly in caring for Callum. Financial stability remained elusive for the family, as their elders relied solely on her pension, which proved insufficient to support two energetic boys, hence why their father needed to go the extra mile not to put a big burden on his beloved parents.
  
  Academic excellence was never Pat's forte. In fact, he was often considered the opposite, lacking in intellectual prowess. Yet, he paid little heed to such judgments. Instead, he approached life with a serious demeanour, embracing the role of a father figure for his brother. Patrick wholeheartedly devoted himself to ensuring Callum's happiness and well-being. However, their lives took a turn when their aunt came to live with their grandmother. This newfound arrangement allowed him the opportunity to attend school regularly, opening doors for him to pursue a brighter future. Together with her daughter, it brought more laughter to the house especially.
  
  Throughout it all, Patrick's love for his family remained unwavering. He cherished the bond he shared with Callum and his grandparents and later family, and their collective strength and unity helped them navigate the hardships they faced. Patrick's unwavering commitment to his brother's happiness, coupled with his resilience and determination, shaped him into a compassionate and resilient young man, ready to seize the opportunities that life presented. In fact, upon his father's return to his parent's house, it came with a surprise for him to start attending a university which hit him. It was a university dedicated to the arts. A place where he can hone his skills in the audiovisual. His love for tinkering mechanisms he wanted to explore further with a little light and sound would not hurt. The only downfall was leaving Callum behind. He enjoyed his time there but he always looked forward to going back home to be reunited with his family once more.

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