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Name:
Astraea Conover
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Age:
15
Appearance:
Credit to Raichiyo33
Astra is 4'5 feet tall and weighs 47 pounds
Power:
Fire manipulation
Personality:
Astra is extremly feisty. She will be quick to anger and hard to defuse. This gets her into a lot of trouble, especially with the law. However, Astra is really just scared, afraid of everything. If she sees someone that reminds her of her mother, she will cling to that unfortunate person like you've never seen before. Also, I should mention she gets jealous very easily.
Backstory:
The blue house seemed just like any other on the small block. The palms swaying merrily in the breeze gave the neighborhood a perfect California look. Children out playing, parents chatting, joggers out for an afternoon run. Could anything fracture the wonderful day? It would seem that the fates took that as a challenge.
Little feet scrambled about the wooden house floor. The large windows opened to bring in the sweet salty breeze. The small child’s tiny feet carried her to the steamy kitchen. A few strands of her mum’s short soft raven hair strayed from the ponytail while her soft green eyes shown at her babies brilliant grin. The child’s mane of red hair flew in the wind, the girls big blue eyes glowing with excitement.
‘Mommy! Mom! Can I go to the tree, mommy?’ She asked through sign language, rocking back and forth on her feet.
“Of course my little star. Just be back by dinner~!” The mother sang, beaming at the innocence of her child.
‘Okay mommy!’ The girl let out a strangled sort of squeal before dashing out the door, not bothering with shoes. Past the neighbors. Past the bakery. Past more houses. Through the preschool yard. Into the park. Up the hill, up more of the hill. And there was the only oak tree in the town. A frayed rope suspended an old tire about a foot above the ground. In other words, heaven. Little star pulled herself onto the ‘swing’ and waved at the butterflies. Everything was bliss.
But it never stays does it.
Sirens rang out from the street, lights flashed as a truck barreled down the park road. Back into the child’s neighborhood. Fear and curiosity took hold, propelling the young girl after the engine. People stared, dogs barked, cats ran for their life. But still, Astra followed the truck. Even if nothing happened, it was nearly dinner-time anyway. Back to mommy for Cheesy pasta night! She sang in her mind. When she finally opened her eyes once more, any innocence, any youth, any hope of a future flickered out. Smoke billowed out of the roof, flames hungrily ate the once blue walls.
“Mommy?” The small child whispered before the house caved in. Screams echoed, but nothing seemed real. Her little heart had been stolen. Her little life. Her everything. Astra had nothing. Nothing but the hollow feeling. She needed her mommy back. One step forward, she felt something on her shoulder and a voice in her ear. ‘Run’. The tiny helpless child looked for the source, but found nothing there. So run she did. Her legs carried her away. Away. Never to come back. Always on the run, never still. City to city. Park to park. Never trusting, always afraid.
Additional Information:
She is a mute, due to her father trying to kill her as an infant. Her mother cried as the baby was in an incubator with a breathing mask for months. The doctors finally managed to open the windpipe, but there was too much damage to allow her to speak
Astraea Conover
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Age:
15
Appearance:
Credit to Raichiyo33
Astra is 4'5 feet tall and weighs 47 pounds
Power:
Fire manipulation
Personality:
Astra is extremly feisty. She will be quick to anger and hard to defuse. This gets her into a lot of trouble, especially with the law. However, Astra is really just scared, afraid of everything. If she sees someone that reminds her of her mother, she will cling to that unfortunate person like you've never seen before. Also, I should mention she gets jealous very easily.
Backstory:
The blue house seemed just like any other on the small block. The palms swaying merrily in the breeze gave the neighborhood a perfect California look. Children out playing, parents chatting, joggers out for an afternoon run. Could anything fracture the wonderful day? It would seem that the fates took that as a challenge.
Little feet scrambled about the wooden house floor. The large windows opened to bring in the sweet salty breeze. The small child’s tiny feet carried her to the steamy kitchen. A few strands of her mum’s short soft raven hair strayed from the ponytail while her soft green eyes shown at her babies brilliant grin. The child’s mane of red hair flew in the wind, the girls big blue eyes glowing with excitement.
‘Mommy! Mom! Can I go to the tree, mommy?’ She asked through sign language, rocking back and forth on her feet.
“Of course my little star. Just be back by dinner~!” The mother sang, beaming at the innocence of her child.
‘Okay mommy!’ The girl let out a strangled sort of squeal before dashing out the door, not bothering with shoes. Past the neighbors. Past the bakery. Past more houses. Through the preschool yard. Into the park. Up the hill, up more of the hill. And there was the only oak tree in the town. A frayed rope suspended an old tire about a foot above the ground. In other words, heaven. Little star pulled herself onto the ‘swing’ and waved at the butterflies. Everything was bliss.
But it never stays does it.
Sirens rang out from the street, lights flashed as a truck barreled down the park road. Back into the child’s neighborhood. Fear and curiosity took hold, propelling the young girl after the engine. People stared, dogs barked, cats ran for their life. But still, Astra followed the truck. Even if nothing happened, it was nearly dinner-time anyway. Back to mommy for Cheesy pasta night! She sang in her mind. When she finally opened her eyes once more, any innocence, any youth, any hope of a future flickered out. Smoke billowed out of the roof, flames hungrily ate the once blue walls.
“Mommy?” The small child whispered before the house caved in. Screams echoed, but nothing seemed real. Her little heart had been stolen. Her little life. Her everything. Astra had nothing. Nothing but the hollow feeling. She needed her mommy back. One step forward, she felt something on her shoulder and a voice in her ear. ‘Run’. The tiny helpless child looked for the source, but found nothing there. So run she did. Her legs carried her away. Away. Never to come back. Always on the run, never still. City to city. Park to park. Never trusting, always afraid.
Additional Information:
She is a mute, due to her father trying to kill her as an infant. Her mother cried as the baby was in an incubator with a breathing mask for months. The doctors finally managed to open the windpipe, but there was too much damage to allow her to speak