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message 2: by sol, ~Marshmallow~ (last edited Feb 15, 2014 12:33PM) (new)

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✿αrdeɴ || eve || jeѕѕαмιɴe || cαмdeɴ✿

❝ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs sʜɪᴛᴛʏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ɪs ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴅ.
ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴇᴅ ɪᴛ.❞

[ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ]
❝ɪᴛ's ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴇᴠᴇ,❞

▪ █ ▌ ᴇᴛʏᴍᴏʟᴏɢʏ:
Arden \a-rden, ar-den\ as a girl's name (also used as boy's name Arden), is pronounced AR-den. It is of Latin origin, and the meaning of Arden is "great forest". Literary: the Forest of Arden in Shakespeare's "As You Like It" was a magically beautiful place. Most famous in modern times as the surnames of cosmetics queen Elizabeth Arden and actress Eve Arden.

Arden has 6 variant forms: Ardeen, Ardena, Ardene, Ardenia, Ardin and Ardis.

Eve \e-ve\ as a girl's name is of Latin and Hebrew origin, and the meaning of Eve is "life, animal". Derived from Latin Eva, from Hebrew Havva. Biblical: name of the first woman, created from one of Adam's ribs. Aoife is the Gaelic form. Actress Eve Arden; pop musician Eve.

Eve has 19 variant forms: Aoife, Eba, Ebba, Eva, Evaleen, Evelina, Eveline, Evelyn, Evetta, Evette, Evey, Evey, Evie, Evita, Evlyn, Evonne, Evvie, Evvy and Evy.

Jessamine \j(e)-ssami-ne, jess(a)-mine\ as a girl's name (also used as boy's name Jessamine), is a variant of Jasmine (Old French, Persian), and the meaning of Jessamine is "jasmine".

❣█ ᴀɢᴇ - 17 ᒥ Seventeen ᒧ
❣▒ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ - July 19th ᒥJuly Nineteenthᒧ
❣▒ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ - Cancer ♋ (view spoiler)
❣▒ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ - Asteria
❣▒ sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ sᴀᴛᴜs - Commoner
❣█ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ - Female ᒥ ❝I hope you can tell...❞ ᒧ
❣█ Pᴏᴡᴇʀs - Dream Manipulation, Empathy (view spoiler)
❣█ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs - Single
❣▒ sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ - Heterosexual ᒥ ❝Straight as a board.❞ ᒧ

▪ █ ▌ ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:
Eve has the typical mental physical characteristics, with light blonde hair, clear blue eyes and pale skin. She is also extremely petite, standing at 5'1". Her hair is long and curly, cascading in beautiful waves down to the middle of her back, and it is a very pale platinum blonde. Her eyes are big and crystal clear blue, the exact same colour as the sky. The best way to describe her innocent looks would be doll-like. Her skin is very fair, and blemish-less. Her face is sprinkled with pale freckles, but she doesn't mind them, and they aren't very noticeable. Her nose is dainty and perfectly placed in the center of her face, and her lips are light pink and full. She is very skinny and has little to no curves, but that's all right since most of the people she's around have similar builds to her. She has been called pretty a few times, but only by her family and friends, she doesn't think too much of her appearance.
〈 ❤ |Bʟᴏɴᴅᴇ Hᴀɪʀ| ❤ |Bʟᴜᴇ Eʏᴇs| ❤ |5 ғт 1| ❤ |100 ʟвѕ| ❤ 〉

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✒ Eve's hair is long, platinum blonde, and falls in loose curls. Her hair reaches a little past the middle of her back. It is very thin, soft and wispy, and because it's so thin she never puts it into braids because it she believes it looks strange. It tends to get very frizzy if it's humid, so she doesn't really like the warmer months. She's more of a winter girl. Her hair is her favourite part of her appearance. She loves how it blows around in the wind, and she loves how soft it is. Her little sister always braids her hair before bedtime, even though Eve hates braids. He sister insists they look good. Yeah right.

✒ Her eyes a big and framed by light blonde eyelashes with thin blonde eyebrows arched perfectly on top. They are sky blue in colour, with a light violet ring around the pupil and darker blue flecks. They light up her whole face and are the first things most people notice when they look at her. When some people smile, you can't see it in their eyes, but when Eve smiles her eyes shine and look genuinely happy. She only smiles unless she actually means it, so this may be the case. Her eyes are usually sad however, and you can tell that something is wrong when you look in them. Eve's always sad but she can't help it. Knowing exactly when you're going to die does that to a person.

✒ Her skin is a very pale, cream colour with beige undertones. Because of her illness, she is slightly paler than most other Asterians, but only slightly. Most people won't even know she's sick unless they personally already knew Eve, or had heard of her illness. Her face is sprinkled with a spattering of freckles, but other than that, her skin is unmarked.

✒ Eve, like most other mentals, is very petite, slim and small. She hardly has any curves, weighs a little over one hundred pounds and barely qualifies to say she's five foot one. She doesn't mind her height, not at all, she would however like some more definition in the chest area though. Oh well, you get what you get.

✒ She has a long scar on her back from a childhood injury. She almost died, falling from a tree and scraping her back on a broken branch. It was quite hideous. The scar is thankfully fading, and is now a pale pink. It takes up about half of her back, from the top to the middle. Her hair covers it, if her neck is exposed.

▪ █ ▌ Gєηєяαℓ Sтуℓє
She generally wears plain, boring clothes like most of the commoners. The only people who dressed up were royalty, so Eve wears plain jeans and plain tee shirts, with black boots.
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ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄᴀɴ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴀᴄᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇsᴛ sᴇᴀ

ɪ'ᴍ ғᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏᴏ ғᴀsᴛ, ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀss, ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

[ ↓ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ sɪᴅᴇ↓ ]
¶ ϙᴜɪᴇᴛ || ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜs || sᴀʀᴄᴀsᴛɪᴄ || ɪᴍᴘᴜʟsɪᴠᴇ ¶

¶▒ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ - Eve has always been a very quiet girl, she talks softly, and she doesn't speak often. She isn't shy, per se, but she just doesn't see the need to speak to many people. She talks to her family and friends, but other than that, she doesn't utter a word. She never talked in class, unless she was directly asked a question. At lunch, she sat and read. She never yelled or screamed or shouted, never threw tantrums as a kid... That may be seen as a good thing, but she's unnervingly quiet. She tries to speak up more now that she's older, but still, most of the things she says she says in her head, where no one can hear but herself. When she does speak though, the things that come out of her mouth are either a sarcastic comment or reassuring words.

¶▒ Mʏsᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜs - Eve is very secretive and mysterious. She rarely tells anyone what's going on in that head of hers, and only her family and close friends know about her illness. This quality, added with the fact that she's quiet, makes her seem mysterious, maybe even creepy. In reality, she isn't, but people always judge books by their covers, even if they say they don't. Hypocrites.

¶▒ Sᴀʀᴄᴀsᴛɪᴄ - Though she is quiet, she has an attitude. She pretty much has an arsenal of sarcastic and witty comments flashing through her mind twenty-four-seven. She just doesn't say them. Well, she doesn't say all of them. Sometimes, when she feels she has to, she'll provide an audience with a witty remark or sarcastic comeback. These moments are rare, however, and most of her sarcasm can be perceived as extremely rude.

¶▒ Iᴍᴘᴜʟsɪᴠᴇ - This may be a surprise, but she is very impulsive and reckless. This is because of her limited time. She really wants to live her life, not just survive. She does things without thinking them through just because she wants to. She wanted to climb a tree even though she knew she might not be able to get down, she did, and it was great watching the sunset, but then she fell and got scarred for life. She still thought it was worth it.

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message 3: by sol, ~Marshmallow~ (last edited Feb 06, 2014 02:23PM) (new)

sol | 273 comments ©ⓞⓝⓣⓘⓝⓤⓐⓣⓘⓞⓝ ⓐⓑⓞⓥⓔ

[ ↑ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ sɪᴅᴇ↑ ]
¶ ᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ || ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴛ || ᴍᴏᴅᴇsᴛ || ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ¶

¶▒ ᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ - Especially because of her Empathy, Eve is extremely compassionate and empathetic towards the people she meets. She might not show it all the time, but she really does care about everyone she meets. She feels all of their pin, suffering and emotion. She is a very caring girl who looks out for her younger sister at all costs. She likes to comfort the people she's close to if they're feeling down. Se only shows affection for her family and friends, but because of her unpopularity amongst the other people she knows at school, they don't really know this side to her. She is her sisters shoulder to cry on, and she is very reliable when it comes to giving advice to the people close to her. She is genuinely a very caring person, but not many people know it.

¶▒ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴛ - Though she hardly spoke during class, she still got great marks in school. She has a tendency to be very philosophical, as most mentals are, and she thinks outside of the box. She is a quick thinker and is great at solving problems. Eve, as a child, was very good at solving puzzles and riddles. Her dream walking and empathy cause her to have a deep understanding of people, which makes her really intelligent when it comes to solving personal problems.

¶▒ ᴍᴏᴅᴇsᴛ - Eve is a very modest girl. She has is never been anything but humble and modest about everything. She's never been arrogant about her looks, her intelligence, her powers, her looks, her artistic skills, nothing. She is very thankful for what she has and knows that she shouldn't be cocky about anything. You get what you get and you don't get upset, it's the truth. She's sick, but she isn't complaining like a baby or showing it off to get popular and sympathy votes. She's content with what she's got, but she isn't a show off.

¶▒ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ - Eve has always been very creative, ever since she was a little girl. She is a singer, and it's one of the things she loves to do the most out of everything. She writes lyrics to her own songs and memorizes the melody in her mind, then sings them for her family, or just to no one. Her songs are one of the ways she gets out the emotions she feels. The overload of emotions she feels. Eve has a feeling her family knows this. Well, how could they not? They were all telepaths or empaths.

ɪ'ᴍ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏғ ᴍɪɴᴇ, ɴᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ɪs ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴛᴜʀɴ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛɪᴍᴇ

ᒥHɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ᒧ
[ ᴍᴀᴍᴀ? ᴡʜʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ? ]

Silver and Adam Camden were a young couple, both twenty-two, when they got married. They were hopelessly in love, and they wanted to raise a happy family together. They had a small, but nice house located on the outskirts of Asteria. They waited one year after they were married to try and have children. Much to Silver's disappointment, she wasn't getting pregnant. The couple went to see a doctor, who informed them that Silver was unlikely to get pregnant, not impossible, but unlikely. they were devastated, but they didn't give up. They kept trying, and a few months later, she was pregnant. They knew because after breakfast one Sunday morning, she threw up, and her period had been a week late. The couple was overjoyed that they were finally going to have a child. They were both optimists, and they looked forward to the happy future their family would have.

Their first daughter was born in the summer. The nineteenth of July to be exact, and at 7:55 AM. It was hot as hell outside, but beautiful all the same. The grass was green, the sun was shining brightly in the clear blue sky, and the birth went smoothly. The baby was a beautiful little girl, with big pale blue eyes and platinum blonde hair that looked almost white at that stage. Silver and Adam decided to name their precious baby girl Arden Eve Jessamine, that was the name they had decided on a few weeks prior. She looked like a normal, healthy Asterian, and they were so ecstatic to have her. With bright smiles on their faces and a baby in their arms, they left the hospital and went home.

For the first three years of Eve's life, she was a loud and sociable toddler, everyone adored her and she was the center of her parents' world. Life was as good as it could get, and Silver and Adam were going to try and have another baby, maybe it would be a boy that time. However, just before Eve's fourth birthday, the Camden's had a scare.

While Sliver was cooking dinner, and Adam was still at work, cute little Eve toddled into the kitchen on her stubby legs, crying and complaining of a "pain dat hurt evwywhere" Her mother turned off the stove and ran over to her little girl, grabbing her face gently in her hands. "What's wrong baby? What's wrong?" She had asked, checking her head for fever. Then, Eve had fainted in her mother's arms. Frantic and scared, she took Eve to the doctor. She was tested and tested, but they couldn't figure out what was wrong with her. They knew that she had a serious disease though. They named it Hectoclamotitis. They told her she probably wouldn't live to be eighteen years old.
They told her that her beautiful baby was going to die.

Later that night, Eve was sat down at the dinner table by her mother. Adam was still at work. Silent salty tears trickled from Silver's eyes and down her cheeks.
"Mama? Why are you crying?"
"Because I love you. I love you so much, It's making me cry, Arden."

Her mother wanted to wait until Adam was back to break the news to Eve, so she did. To their surprise, Eve didn't shed a single tear, though her mother and father were sobbing.
"I knew something was wrong, Mommy. I felt it. You, the doctors. I knew what you were feeling, sad, mad... I just didn't know why."

After that, things were a little gloomy in the normally chipper household. Silver was holed up in her room for hours, crying, and Adam was extra quiet. A year after the news was broken, Silver was pregnant again. It sent a happy air around the family, brining hope into their lives again. A new presence, a new soul to bring joy again.
Only, she brought more pain and suffering.
[ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ? ]

The family tried to find ways to cure or stall Eve's disease, but the doctors couldn't come up with any medicine or therapy to give her. By this time, Eve had pretty much come to terms with her disease. However, her mother and father had not. They put on a show for their daughter every day, trying to convince her that they were fine. They knew it wouldn't work, since Eve literally felt what they felt. It really made Eve upset, that she had hurt her parents. On the night she discovered her other ability. Dream walking and manipulation. It had been a bad day for her, she had gotten very weak and was in bed most of the day. Her mom read books to her and sang her songs. Two hours after her mother and father tucked her in to bed and said goodnight, she was sucked into a dream.
The room was dark and humid, with red strobe lights casting light in random spaces on the grey floor. Shadows flicked by, words flicked through her ears; she's going to die before you do, your daughter is dead, she's calling for you, you're a horrible mother... It kept happening. Eve saw a small lady with platinum blonde hair sitting in the corner of the plain, dark room. She walked over to her. The lady was crying. That was when Eve noticed the little girl lying still on the ground in front of her, glassy blue eyes staring wide open at nothing. Unseeing blue eyes. The girl was her, the lady was her mother. Eve couldn't bear to watch her mother suffer nightmares like this, so she willed the dream to be happy. Full of songs and sunshine and wonderful moments from before Eve got sick. She wished so hard her mother's nightmare would turn into a magnificent dream... And it did. The last thing Eve remembered before she woke up in her own bed, was a laughing and smiling mother with a beautiful baby in her arms and a loving husband by her side.

Eve woke up with a smile on her face, and so did her mother.

The night her mother's water broke, the whole family was ecstatic. They jumped into the car and drove to the hospital as quickly as possible. I'm going to have a little sister! Was the thought that kept crashing through five year old Eve's mind. She couldn't wait until she had a little baby to help take care of. It was going to be amazing! Eve wasn't allowed in the room where her mom and dad were when they got to the hospital, so she sat outside with a nurse and talked to her. They were quite familiar with each other, actually, as she was the nurse that often came to help Eve while she was at the hospital, which was a lot. Eve had to get a lot of tests done all the time, and she was monitored very closely by her doctors. The nurse was name Natalie, and they Eve liked her a lot. Natalie and Eve talked while Silver was giving birth. Eve told her of all the great times her and her sister would have. That was when it happened, right when Eve was in the middle of telling Natalie about the happy times that were undoubtedly coming.

Adam walked out and slammed the door angrily. He screamed a word that was not to be heard by Eve's little ears.
"Daddy? What's wrong?" Eve ran up to him and grabbed his pants, a worried look in her eyes. She felt something was off. Very, very off.
Natalie gently pulled Eve off of her father and took his arm. "Adam. What's happened? Is the baby okay? Is Silver okay?"

Eve watched, silent tears trickling down her pale and frail face. Adam broke down in a shocked Natalie's arms. "Silver's gone. She's gone, she's gone..." He was crying. Mommy is gone? Eve snuck into her mom's hospital room and went to the bed. The doctor's were frantic, trying to get her heart beating again, to no avail. Her mom lay in the blood soaked sheets, staring up at nothing. Just as Eve had been staring up at nothing in her mother's dream. The baby was crying loudly in one of the doctor's arms. She was to be named Thea, at least that's what they had decided on. She wanted this all to be another one of her mother's nightmares, she hoped it wasn't real and that she could change it... But it was real. This was reality. Eve held her mother's cold hand and cried for what seemed like hours until Natalie told her that it was time to go home.

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message 4: by sol, ~Marshmallow~ (new)

sol | 273 comments ©ⓞⓝⓣⓘⓝⓤⓐⓣⓘⓞⓝ ⓐⓑⓞⓥⓔ
[ ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ]

ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ...

ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ

Believe it or not, things got even worse a month and a half after Eve turned five. She was playing outside in the backyard with Thea, when the sun started to set. They went inside to get something to eat. Eve left Thea in the kitchen while she went upstairs to get father, tentatively. She knocked on his bedroom door, but got no response. She carefully opened it. He wasn't there... She decided to try and search for him using her abilities, but she couldn't feel his emotions anywhere. She ran to the bathroom door and pulled it open to a horrific sight. She let out a blood curdling scream. "Daddy!" He was lying in a pool of his own blood on the white tiled floor, a knife beside him, both of his wrists slit. He was dead.
Just like her mother, dead. Everyone dead. Just like she would be in a few years.

Her screams caught the attention of some neighbours apparently, and when they came in with the police, the girls were taken to the hospital with their father who was not dead, just unconscious. At the hospital, Natalie took the girls and told them that their father would be okay. She was wrong. He died later that night. With no other relatives, the girls were now orphans. They didn't think anyone would want them. But they were wrong.
"I'll take them. I've known their family for years and I care for these girls. My job as a nurse is well paying, home life is good and I have a working husband as well. We'll take care of them," Natalie told the authorities sincerely.

The girls just had to accept, which they gladly did. They sorted things out, and a couple hours late, they went home with Natalie.
[ ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ]

So the two Camden girls were raised by Natalie and Theodore Jacobson. Life was happy and calm again, and everything was going smoothly. Th Jacobson's raised them as their own. Life went on normally, Eve going to her weekly hospital appointments and Thea attending school. The years went by, and now Thea is eleven years old and Eve is sixteen. Eve is attending Asteria High School, and has a part time job delivering the newspaper in her area. Though their last names are technically not Camden anymore, they still use it in respect of their mother, and their father a little.

ᒥsᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs ᒧ
s t r e n g t h s
Singing (view spoiler)
Reading (view spoiler)
Using Her Powers (view spoiler)

w e a k n e s s e s
Socializing(view spoiler)
When People Are Upset (view spoiler)
Lying (view spoiler)

ᒥғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᒧ
Sɪʟᴠᴇʀ Cᴀᴍᴅᴇɴ

Her mother, Silver, was very close with her daughter, Eve. They shared a love for singing and music, and she was the one who always took her to the doctor appointments. When her mother died of blood loss after giving birth to her baby sister, Thea, Eve cried for hours by her deathbed.
Aᴅᴀᴍ Cᴀᴍᴅᴇɴ

Eve's father, Adam, was depressed after the death of his wife and he blamed Thea for it. He became neglectful and abusive towards his kids and a few years later, he committed suicide. He was a loving father before, but everything just got to jim and he broke down.
Tʜᴇᴀ Lʏʀᴀ Cʜᴀɴsᴇʏ Cᴀᴍᴅᴇɴ

Thea is Eve's younger sister. She is ten years old, and loves her older sister very much and is always sort of sad, knowing that she'll die. When Thea was born, her mother died, and she sort of blames herself. No matter how many times Eve or Natalie or Theo tell her that it wasn't her fault, she still has a feeling of doubt. She inherited her father's dirty blonde hair rather than her mother's platinum, which is one of the only differences between Eve and Thea's appearance. It's obvious at first glance that they are related.
Nᴀᴛᴀʟɪᴇ ᴀɴᴅ Tʜᴇᴏ Jᴀᴄᴏʙsᴏɴ

Natalie and Theo adopted the Camden's when their parents were both gone. Natalie knew the Camden's as she's a nurse at the same hospital where Eve goes to get her check ups.

§•§ Death [ Made in Heights ]
§•§ One Last Time [ Jaymes Young ]
§•§ People Help The People [ Birdy ]

ᒥOᴛʜᴇʀ ᒧ
ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀs, ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴇs ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴅʏɪɴɢ sᴜɴsᴇᴛs

( ˘ ³˘)♥ Jay

♥ Full Name ♥ Renee Bryn Cyr
✧ Nickname ✧ It is simple Renee, she has never been a fan of nicknames. Not to mention that Renee is short enough of a name already. As a child though, she did have a habit of going by the name Ree.

♥ Age ♥ 19
✧ Birthday ✧ April 29th
✧ Zodiac ✧ Taurus

♥ Gender ♥ Feminine
✧ Sexual Orientation ✧ Heterosexual
✧ Relationship Status ✧ Single

♥ Social Status ♥ Royal adviser.
As a Royal Adviser, one might believe Renee to be the type of person that is entirely serious. Someone who will tolerate no nonsense and is entirely devoted to her job. While the latter is true, the former couldn't be more wrong. It is for this very reason alone that many can often misjudge her, underestimating her and her opinions on things. It is for this reason that she is one of the Advisers. She almost always brings up a perspective that no one has thought up before and while it may be addressed in the form of a comment that appears to have nothing to do with anything, she is very devoted to helping the Royal family make smart decisions wherever she can.

♥ Powers ♥
❥Intuitive Aptitude:
The ability to "just know" personal information about an object, subject, or occurrence, including sensing how others will react to something that the user does or when something is about to happen. This ability is innate and cannot be turned off. A faculty of this ability allows the user to also (or instead) intuit spiritual truths and principles (sensing the presence of evil/danger/people that dislike the user, a feeling that one should or shouldn’t go somewhere, or the right thing to do in a situation); this faculty is called Gnosis.

❥ Clairsentience:
This is the ability to experience visions of the past of an object by coming into contact with it. Everything in the world has a story and usually it would take an intensive record to learn the story behind any one object. A clairsentient has a shortcut. They can experience an object's past just by touching it, i.e. seeing the history of a gun or a suit, all its owners and what they did with them. With intensive practice, they can even tell what their past owners are doing now, and their state (dead, alive, etc.).

♥ Appearance ♥
Renee has always been a very expressive individual. At times she has seen this attribute as quite the curse since it makes it nearly impossible for her to lie. Every emotion that she feels is almost always clearly displayed through her actions and on her face. This makes Renee quite the open book to anyone with even the smallest capability for reading the expressions of people. However, this is not always a bad thing, as it makes it very easy for people to realize when they should and shouldn't socialize with her. Unfortunately it isn't always the best trait to have as an Adviser as whenever she feels like something isn't a good idea it's very easy to see her disapproval.

Apart from her rather dark hair, Renee stands out in a crowd simply because of her style. She has always been a person to enjoy bright colors and fun dresses. As a result it is rather easy to distinguish her from others due to her personal choice of attire. Renee is usually seen with a smile on her face and her hair is almost always guaranteed to be be a bit messy with a sort of windswept look to it, as though she had been running.

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✏ Height: 5'2", Renee has never been tall, but at the same time she stands at the average height for those in Asteria. There are definite perks to her height though, seeing as it is fairly easy to find a guy who compliments her height and a man that she can still wear heels around them without having the awkward issue of being taller than them.
✏ Weight: 115 lbs. Being at the weight that she is, Renee has enough weight to be curvy and easily distinguishable as someone of the female variety, but she isn't overweight. She certainly isn't all muscle though. Her calves are slightly toned from walking around a lot, and her arms aren't too flabby simply because she spends a lot of time carrying books around, but she's not toned and she certainly has a softer belly. She could do with a sterner workout regime.....but who needs to be able to run a mile when you have power of the mind?
✏ Skin Tone: Like nearly everyone in the kingdom of Asteria, Renee has very light fair skin. She has always been rather blessed when it came to her skin and has never suffered from bad acne. She has had the average pimple every now and then, but otherwise she has a rather nice complexion. It certainly compliments her rather dark hair.
✏ Eye Color: Renee has warm hazel colored eyes. At first they seem rather dark, but the closer you get to her you can see that her eyes are indeed flecked with different hues of brown and even the occasional speck of blue, creating the appearance of her eyes being a darker richer hue of brown than what they are.
✏ Distinguishing Marks: She has a small scar across the back of her ring finger on her left hand. It's right below her nail and was the result of a rather deep paper cut when trying to open a letter once. After that she's used letter openers instead of her nails.

✧ Dressing Style ✧
❥Renee has a rather distinct style when it comes to her attire. She is a very girly figure, hardly ever wearing anything akin to pants and instead preferring to wear dresses and skirts. That being said she has quite the vintage taste in clothing. She also has a thing for thick turtleneck sweaters. Red tends to make a strong appearance in her wardrobe as she has found that the color has always looked good on her.
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♥ Personality ♥
Inconsistent: While Renee might seem inconsistent in her opinions and ideas, this is usually because she can see multiple viewpoints of the matters at hand. Nothing is ever truly written in stone, at least not according to Renee. She's constantly looking up things and learning more and changing her opinions as she learns. She doesn't believe that you are ever able to truly stay the same and instead lives by the belief that change is a necessary development in life. However, Renee can also be incredibly persistent. When others have given up on something Renee is one who will rage on. Much like her zodiac symbol she can be very bullish at times; solid and persistent she can be quite stubborn at times which isn't always a bad thing.

Ambitious: Renee wants to get her hands on so many things that she ends up never really knowing what to do. She enjoys learning about a little bit of everything so it is often hard for her to find one thing to settle and focus on. As a result she tends to be a rather ambitious person that tries to do everything rather than focus her energy and talents on one thing in particular. This trait also makes her quite the busy-body. Naturally she's the type of person that fills her schedule to the brim and rarely ever enjoys sitting around and doing nothing. She prefers to be on the go and having adventures. Unfortunately she can also push back some of her duties. Such as visiting friends or going out with family members. Instead she might spend her time reading up about a fascinating new theory in the library, or gathering as many star charts as she can for the upcoming meteor shower.

In terms of Friendship: Renee is also dependable and places real value in any relationship that she chooses to forge. She prefers to invest her time with real, genuine and reliable friends. However she will take the time to truly trust someone if it is worth her time. Renee prefers friends who are lively and can provide stimulating conversation. While she enjoys being there for her friends she does not like to listen to endless complaining. Renee has never been a fan of seeing the pessimistic side of life and instead prefers to look at the brighter parts of life. After all, the point of being happy is because later in life you are bound to be sad which makes those happy moments brighter than they already were. Renee tends to be rather particular with those that she chooses to be her friends. Although she can make friends easily, she does not often see them as friends, but rather as acquaintances whom she socializes with occasionally. Those that she sees as her friends hold her unwavering loyalty.

Mild Temper: Unless Renee strongly disapproves of something, she rarely ever finds that she gets infuriated or distressed over things. If you truly bother her though she will not hesitate to express her annoyance. Often times though she prefers a passive approach to problems, usually wearing down her opposition with persistence rather than violence. Most of the time when agitated, Renee is the kind of person that one might compare to a blowfish. She puffs up and tries to seem intimidating, but really? She's not very scary in her anger.

Brave: Renee is one incredibly brave girl. She doesn't fear consequences and she's more than willing to gamble a lot of risk if the promise of reward is in the future. It's something that she has always had as a part of her and something that she doubts she will ever forget. Bravery is a trait that can never be erased because it means facing your fears and being willing to act in spite of being afraid. More than once she has found herself near sick with worry over something, but has always pushed herself to emerge through the darkness, stronger than before.

( ˘ ³˘)♥ Jay Part 2

♥ Strengths ♥
Brave. Renee is very brave. She has no fear when it comes to her own risks. On the other hand she would never let anyone else risk themselves for her. As a child when caught doing something she wasn't supposed to? She would gladly take all the blame rather than let someone else take the blame for her. She owns up to her own actions and doesn't fear consequences. She knows what fate she could meet when she takes the action, so don't disrespect her by thinking she doesn't.
Thoughtful. Renee is very considerate when it comes to others and those that she cares about. She's always the one to step up to her friends and try to get them to do what they need. It might not be something her friends think to do, but sometimes she knows what's better for others than what they know is for themselves.
Forgiving. Renee never stays angry for long, about anything. Life is too short. And the ones that she gets mad at? They're usually the ones that mean the most to her. As a result she might greet you with indignation and irritation, but at the same time she might hug you....and then punch you in the arm and call you stupid before smiling at you. She might not forget, but she's more than willing to forgive when the situation calls for it.
Her powers. She's quite skilled when it comes to the use of her abilities, both abilities help when it comes to advising the Royalty on choices to make. Especially when she can get general senses of people upon first meeting them. That's her biggest benefit, the whole item thing? That just helps when she's snooping around a bit and feels the need to learn more about a person and their possible ulterior motives. Although she cannot use her second ability too often as it tends to give her wicked migraines that often leave her feeling disoriented and confused with a searing pain as though she's been struck by lightning.

♥ Weaknesses ♥
Speech. As an adviser it is usually important to be able to speak, and Renee has no problem with sharing her opinion. No, this weakness has more to do with not knowing the right things to say. Like when you break up with someone? She doesn't know how to comfort people. When she's faced with something that scares her or makes her sad? She doesn't quite know how to show this and usually ends up sort of staring with a confused expression, unsure what to do.
Lying. Not only is she terrible at lying, but when faced with someone she trusts? She has an impossible time of being able to discern if they are lying to her or not. She naturally believes in her friends and those she cares about and would never think they could lie to her. Betrayal from someone she regards as a friend is something she would never see coming and something that would destroy her.
Emotions. When she lets her emotions get the best of her she can be all too rash and irresponsible. In fact it is usually in this state of mind that she makes some of her worst decisions. The more emotional she gets the more likely you should get away as she tends to get rather bossy when in a sensitive state. She also tends to throw caution and logic to the wind and just go for what she wants. Be warned.

♥ History ♥
"There's still hope, Ava. There's always hope."
Life for Renee was a struggle from even before her conception. It was the problem of her conception that would lead to such struggle in her life. Perhaps it was a warning that the Cyr couple shouldn't have any kids. After all, before that life for the Cyr's had been rather normal. They were a rather average family, middle class, bordering on lower class, but they were still well off. They didn't have any problems, other than not being able to have children, and they were madly in love. They were the kind of couple that anyone was easily able to see the love for eachother plain on the other's face. Perhaps their love is what made them desperate for children, they wanted something more to love. And eventually? They got it.

"Just disappears doesn't it? Everything. Gone in a moment like...breath, on a mirror...."
From the first few months of being pregnant, Ava knew something was wrong, it only took one visit to the doctor's to know that her fears were confirmed. Ava's leukemia was getting worse. She had all but believed it to be gone with the way her life had been, how she had been faring quite nicely. But apparently? It wasn't as well as she thought it was. In fact, having a baby? It would likely kill her. Yet she chose to have Renee anyway. Surprisingly enough, her mother actually survived. Only after that her mother was very weak, bedridden and likely not to survive for very long.

"Have you ever run away from something because you were scared? Or not ready? Or just.....just because you could?
That was the way things were with Renee's father. She was barely one at the time, her mother having survived longer than anyone would have thought possible. Yet, there her mother was, still alive and fighting. Apparently though? It was all too real for Dominic, he couldn't stand to see his wife bedridden and their baby girl whom he silently blamed for what had happened to his wife. So he left. Not that he didn't return. He came home every few evenings. But he wasn't around much. He may have lived with them....but he had checked out of their family. He didn't even acknowledge Ava or Renee and instead existed as though they weren't there. He'd run away from his duty as a father and a husband. Part of him must have still cared though, because he still paid for Ava's medical care and he still paid for the family to survive. It was the loss of Ava's income that dropped the family from middle class to being classified as poor.

"You know when grown-ups tell you everything's gonna be fine and you think they're probably lying to make you feel better?......Everything is going to be fine."
Ava had always made the promise to Renee that everything would be fine. Everything would get better. That she would stay while Renee needed her. But that's not always the truth. Renee was three when her mother died. She was the one to discover her mother had died in her sleep. For the first time in her life she didn't know what to do......but it seemed that with the passing of Ava, Dominic finally accepted his duty as a father. At least enough to get rid of Ava's body. Enough that within the week he was married to the woman he'd been having an affair with for the past year. Renee had a new mother. A step-mother named Selina, and perhaps? Perhaps she would be a part of a family with her Dad and her new step mother.

"For some people, small, beautiful events are what life is all about."
You would think that with the arrival of Silena and with her Father staying around once again, that perhaps Renee's life might be a bit better. There you would be wrong. It wasn't long before Silena found out she was pregnant. By the time Renee was five she had a younger sister. A pretty young sister with blue eyes and blonde hair. Not some pale scrawny girl with dark hair and eyes that looked like dirty mud water. It was obvious from the moment Sophia was born that Renee wasn't going to be a part of the family. She was pushed off to the side. Naturally she took to exploration, deciding to find her own brand of excitement in her life. That was when she met Daniel, or as she liked to call him, Danny.
She had been at her usual spot, a small fort she had created using an old wooden box and some blankets when Daniel came across her path. Immediately she left her hiding spot and pointed a stick at his chest, demanding to know what he was doing here. It was probably quite the sight, a small girl with dirt smudged cheeks and hair in uneven pigtails demanding to know something claiming that as a pirate lord he ought to be afraid of her? Daniel? He played along rather than say she was dumb, after that Danny quickly became her salvation from her life, a best friend in a world where she thought she was alone.

""When you think about it, we're all different people all through our lives, and that's okay, that's good, you've got to keep moving."
When Renee first met Daniel, she was at a loss for life. She was quiet and bossy and mean and honestly she has no idea why he befriended her in the first place. Perhaps he felt sorry for her, she's never been certain and she never bothered to ask. But with their friendship, Renee changed. She let go of the burdens that were weighing her down and she began to feel free. It was thanks to Daniel that she was able to find who she truly was. He was the gateway to her life and at that time in her life? He was the best thing that could've happened to her. Unfortunately, life never stays the same for long. Renee was 13 when everything changed.

"Friendship dies and true love lies."
At the age of 13, Silena's parents died and with their death came a nice inheritance that took the Cyr family from lower class straight to upper middle. From there Dominic started to work hard, hard enough that he was able to get good connections and before they knew it? The Cyr family was upper class, new money. They were the kind of rags to riches story that everyone loved to hear about. And with their sudden riches? Well it was obvious that they weren't going to live in the crap house they had been living in. So they moved. Renee was put into a fancy school for rich children because now that they were rich...well the Cyr's couldn't afford to have bad gossip going around about how they didn't treat Renee like she was a daughter. With the distance between them, it was only natural that Renee and Daniel grew apart. Depressing for Renee due to the huge crush she'd had on him at the time. Unfortunately it was partly her fault their friendship didn't last. She got caught up in the world of the upper class. In the big fancy bookstores in the expensive shops.....she always seemed to put off going back to visit Daniel. Eventually? She figured it was too late.

"I'll be a story in your head. That's okay. We're all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
When Renee was 17 she realized that she had the potential to be an adviser. Especially with her new found connections and with her grades in school. She was a natural when it came to academics and politics especially. So, she took the biggest risk she had taken in her life. She left her family and got a job with the Royals, working as a dish maid. It wasn't long though before she was sneaking into the library, subtly hinting at things. By the time she was 18? She'd definitely made her mark on the map. Promoted to librarian assistant. It's only recently that she's been given the job of a Royal Adviser. In fact she's only been a Royal Adviser for about three months now and she's still working out the bugs. It was her abilities that really got her the job though, the way she was so easily able to read people. It was determination that got her the job though, and now? She's determined to make her mark in the world and be remembered for something. Something bigger than just her.

♥ Family ♥
Ava Shayna Cyr - Mother
♂ Dominic Jerrad Cyr - Father
♀ Selina Stephanie Cyr - Step-Mother
♀ Sophia Kaylin Cyr - Younger Sister, she was never allowed to socialize with Sophia...which put great strain on their relationship. The two act more like strangers than sisters.

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вrσught tσ чσu вч : sαrαstαr prσductíσns

Save me? Don't you know, I have a special little seat reserved in Hell right next to the Devil. We're like BFFs!

❁ nαmє ❁ Sheila Ciannait Mooney
nícknαmє ❀ How about no? Like don't even try Mister because it ain't happening. What can you really do with her name anyways?

αgє ❁ Twenty
dαtє σf вírth ❀ March 23rd
zσdíαc ❀ ♈ Aries

gєndєr ❁ Female. Many will confirm this this fact.
sєхuαl σríєntαtíσn ❀ Pansexual. Just look at her occupation, she's not opposed to anything or anyone. Or so she says
rєlαtíσnshíp stαtus ❀ Single. Certainly not interested in being with someone. After all with her job it's not as if she could ever be with someone in a serious relationship. Though anything can happen, right?

ѕocιal ѕтaтυѕ ❁ Commoner - Whore of Babylon
It's exactly what you think it means. Sheila is a prostitute. And business is booming. Even in a post apocalyptic men and women are horny, and need someone to take care of their fantasies. That's where Sheila comes in to cater to their every single need for quite a high price. Some times is not even for money, she'll take valuable items as well, just as long as it pays her fee. Naturally most of her clientele tend to be of a higher class because they are the only ones that can afford her, but every now and again she'll slink down to the slums for a little fun for herself. Not exactly a job she's proud of but it pays the bills.


Emotion Manipulation
Oh now this is Sheila's favorite power. Why? It's simple really --she can cause her clients to feel however she wants them to feel. The girl is free to walk right up to a person, flirt with them, and if they aren't falling for her act right away, she messes around with their emotions a little bit. Then once she gets them on a bed, Sheila lets her body do the rest of the job. Though she can also use her powers from a distance, and she only ever uses them on the rich dumb ones.

Now this power is sort annoying for Sheila, mainly because she's able to read and mirror the feelings of others, allowing her to understand someone's true feelings. Though in the beginning she absolutely despised this power because she doesn't care how others feel, and in return she would also feel the same way. For example, if she was around someone who has a cut and they started crying, she would start crying as well. Not anymore of course, but at the start it really was that bad. Of course now she can attack someone in a personal and emotional way since she knows exactly what emotion is flowing through themselves, using this knowledge to play against them.

Sheila is natural everything from head-to-toe. The girl's hair really is that fiery shade of red, burning bright just like her personality. Then there are those freckles that seem to cover just about every inch of her body, yet somehow the girl is still rather pale. Well not pale, but there's a bit of a pink tone to her skin, or is it more a peach tone? It's hard to explain, but at least she's not as white as a ghost. Not that it matters, though she sort of could do without all the freckles. Once her older sister told her that she could draw out constellations on her body, playing connect-the-dots basically on Sheila's body. Yep. That's something every girl with freckles wants to hear.

Not really.

Nonetheless, it really makes her red hair seem that much more red thanks to her light skin tone. Of course it's those big, bright eyes of hers that really pull her look together; they almost appear like liquid gold. It's not a mix of golden brown, there aren't even little flecks of brown or any other colors, it's simply a vivid yellow that lights up like the sun. Although it's only when she's up to something. Though when she smiles, they light then as well but being genuinely happy is a rare thing nowadays for her.

No taller than 5'4", the redhead weighs roughly around 131 lbs, which might seem much for a girl her size but she's curvy in all the right places. And men do love those curves. Though some girls don't seem to like them as much. Some have gone as far as to call her a slut because her body was a little different from theirs from the start of puberty-- rumor has it that most of her weight is in her breasts anyways. Even her own "Mother" used to say that the Devil cursed her with such a body, and that she's just "asking for it". It caused her to have self-esteem issues for years, but after a while Sheila learned to accept her looks. She was beautiful. No she wasn't petite like most other girls in the kingdom, but their husbands seemed to think Sheila was better than them.

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dístínguíshíng mαrks ❀ Have you seen her body? It's a close race between her freckles and her tattoos, though her tattoos are possibly the most defining thing about her. Each one has a little story behind it, and her clients sure love to hear stories. Though most of what she tells her clients are fibs, only few people know the truth behind her tattoos. In fact the only way she'll ever tell the truth about them is if she feels like she can trust the person, because the tattoos don't just tell a story, they tell her story.

drєssíng stчlє ❀ It all depends really. Normally Sheila is the type of girl to wear whatever is comfortable, which includes shirts that are a size too big and men's boxers. Yep. That's what she likes to wear when she's home alone and wants to spend a lazy day indoors. Yet when she's out and about, not on the job, Sheila can be seen in a simple dress, or a tank top and shorts, often paired off with flats or converse. Yet when she's on the job, seeking out men, Sheila will wear a tiny form fitting dress, showing off those lovely assets of hers. Then she would make sure to wear stilettos because it puts her entire outfit together.

dєfíníng σвjєct ❀ A bible. Strange right, considering her profession. Well it's her most valuable object, and while she doesn't live by it, there's this part of her where she wishes she could live her life according to the bible. The bible was something she actually stole from her Mother before she ran away from home, but that'll be explained at a later time. For now, all that needs to be known, is that she has a bible stored away in a drawer in her apartment, and when she misses home, or wants to feel an ounce of redemption, Sheila will bring it out of its little hiding spot, curl up in a corner and read a few passages from it.

Hmm? Were you talking to me? I thought that was the wind. . .

❝ í’m чσur drєαm gírl / thís ís rєαl lσvє / вut чσu knσw whαt thєч sαч αвσut mє ❞

Now this is sort of hard to explain since Sheila is sort of an odd girl. She's sort of a mix of things, in fact she's sort of a constant contradiction because she goes from being this sassy bad girl to innocently sweet all within the same day. It could be her powers that cause her to be so bipolar, the girl is still trying to get a grip on them, but the redhead is sure that isn't the case. In all honesty the girl is still trying to figure herself out-- is she sweet and cutesy, or is she really sexy and cheeky? It's not an easy thing to figure out, not when all her life she's been told she's nothing but a bad girl, good for nothing, a whore, that she would never amount to anything worthwhile.

Her entire life she was put down, never allowed to express herself in fear of someone calling her something even more degrading. She tried to fit that perfect mold, but nothing Sheila did was ever good enough.

Of course now, Sheila was just about every guys' dream girl, which made her feel good, even if what she was doing wasn't so good. At least her self-esteem was no longer being dragged through the dirt. While being with a guy just for the money isn't the best thing in the world, but the compliments are certainly nice. The compliments are refreshing even if she only earned them through such dirty deeds.
❝ thαt gírl ís α prσвlєm ❞

Attention all mothers! Attention all wives! Lock up your sons, lock up your husbands! Whatever you do, don't let them alone with that redheaded vixen wearing the little pink number that hugs all the right curves on that voluptuous body of hers.

Oh yes. Poor or rich, Sheila believes everyone is game, even if the poor guy is married or not. Old or young. Not that young though, she draws the line at eighteen because any younger than that is just plain wrong. Being merely twenty, she can attract all sorts of guys, but Sheila is rather picky. It's not always about the money because some times she needs a guy just to hold her for the night, someone to call her beautiful not because they have to but because they mean it. But even if the guy isn't paying, they don't really mean it do they? They say what Sheila wants to hear so they can get her naked under the sheets.

Deep down she knows this is true, that no guy will ever call her beautiful without some sort of hidden agenda, but Sheila keeps on looking anyways. Maybe a rich man will take her away from her shitty life, or maybe she'll find some sweet guy who'll end up truly caring about her. Someone who will make her realize what sort of person she really is, someone who will bring out a side of her she finally understands and accepts.

So far, Sheila simply plays out men's fantasies, being whomever they want her to be for a high price. And while she wears a smile, cloaking her feelings under a "Devil may care" attitude, this sort of life is killing her little by little, day by day. No one knows though, or understands, not when the young redhead goes about her day as if it was a simply ordinary day-- smile always on gracing those lips of hers, hips swaying, and an extra bounce in her steps even as she goes to the market for groceries.

Nothing wrong here.

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Wanna know why I'm laughing, love? ‘Cause theres no salvation for a bad girl. . .

Independent. Sheila likes the idea of being independent, of being able to survive on her own without anyone else's help. In fact for about a year she was living on her own, but of course it wasn't in the best of conditions. Nonetheless she had control of her own life. And how she loved it! But then Sheila realized that she couldn't survive on her own at the time, which was why when a guy came along and offered her a better life, she took it. Yet lately she's been working more on her own than for someone else, almost as if she's finally striking it out on her own so that she wouldn't have to depend on someone... again.
Enthusiastic. Once Sheila has an idea in mind, or her heart set on something, she will do whatever possible to achieve it. It's sort of strange the things she tries to achieve in life, such as finding the one despite her current career choice. It's crazy but it's just how Sheila is.
Courageous. One thing people need to understand about this redhead is that she never backs down, not even when her life is on the line. She stands up for herself and she stands up for others, even if it doesn't always work out in her favor. However, having lived on the streets, she knows how to defend herself, so if Sheila needs to, she can beat someone into a bloody pulp. And there's a chance that that sort of thing might have happened a few times before. But let's not get into that.
Sarcastic. It's her second language. Actually it just might be her first. When Sheila feels threatened, or feels awkward, a sarcastic comment sort of just flies right on out of her mouth before she can really help it.
Generous. The girl isn't exactly rolling in money but she understands how hard life can be. So she tends to do whatever she can do to help out anyone even if she's one of the less fortunate. Nonetheless, when Sheila has a little extra money, she immediately goes out to buy some food or clothes to help out those that are just a little more less fortunate than her. The girl has a heart of gold; Sheila likes to help out people when she can. Having lived on the streets for a while, she gets it. And all she wants to do is help out a little when she can, even though she wants to do so much more.
Optimistic. Perhaps Sheila is a bit too optimistic about how her life might turn out. It's highly unlikely that some guy will come by and sweep her off her feet, get her out of this horrible life she lives, but it's better to keep her head up and a smile on her face than to look at the glass as half-empty. In fact one might say she is a bit too into this silly romantic idea of hers. But it's the only way she can stay alive, to keep afloat when her life appears so shitty and hopeless.

Moody. It doesn't happen often, but if you annoy the girl, her mood will turn incredibly sour. While she has a better handle on it, Sheila can still turn in to quite a monster if poked enough times. And when she gets into this state of mind, Sheila will become very very quiet. There isn't any yelling or anything, simply silence. It's her way of getting over whatever happened to make her so upset, and nothing anyone does can bring her out of it. Well so far one person has been able to get her out of "her moods" by playing a little guitar. But shhhh it's a secret. She promised Seth she wouldn't tell anyone.
Short Tempered. Now this isn't as bad as it sounds. Sheila doesn't have an extremely short fuse where she blows up in someone's face every five seconds or anything like that. In fact that girl is rather patient, but when it comes to dealing with idiots who can't seem to handle the fact that no means no, she'll start throwing punches, a few swears scattered around, and maybe even some biting sarcastic comments.
Self-Involved. Sheila cares a lot about other people but there are times when she gets lost in her own little world. Sometimes all she can do is think about herself, but you can't really blame her. It's a dog eat dog world. Sheila was taught to defend herself, do whatever she needs to because she has to be number one. So while she may think about others, donating items to the less fortunate, Sheila knows she has to also watch out for herself. And sometimes she gets a little too carried with this. As in she will push other girls to the side, walk all over them just to make sure she stays on top.
Impulsive. A lot of Sheila's decisions are based off her gut instinct. It's not entirely wise, but it's helped her out of some sticky situations, which were then followed by some not so awesome consequences. Basically Sheila ends up getting into more trouble than she started off with simply because she doesn't really think her plans through. For example, Sheila met a boy and has been seeing him sort of regularly. She just jumped into it without really thinking anything through, but it's just a fling. So there can't be any bad consequences right? Right?
Stubborn. Okay so once Sheila has made up her mind about something, she won't listen to anyone else even if the other person has a reasonable and logical argument against her. She won't listen. Okay? She just won't. Her way has to work. No matter what, her way just has to work. What she says has to be true. There's no force on this world, or in this Kingdom, that will change her mind. But this sort of thing doesn't happen often, only when she's really passionate about something.

❝ í gσt чσur nαmє / hαngíng frσm mч chαín / dσn’t чσu wαnnα clαím / mч вσdч líkє α vαndαl? ❞

One glance at Sheila and the first thought that crosses most peoples' mind is that she's a slut. Technically that's true. Sheila is no little angel, not even close to one, though whore would be a more appropriate term for her. The girl sells her body for a living, top buyer gets to do whatever they want with her, and while it isn't the best way to live life, in fact it's hardly a way to live, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do to keep a roof over her head and food in her stomach. 

Does she feel ashamed of what she has to do to keep her head above the rough waters? Yes, very much so. But once again, it's all she can do to survive. And being the type of person she is, she's not going to quit just because people look down on her because of it. However it's not as if people actually know what she does, aside from her clients, but it's not as if they are ever going to blab around town that they're paying a girl to sleep with them. Based off her appearance though, it shouldn't be too hard to tell the line of work she goes into, but some like to fake ignorance so they won't have to think about it.

But. . .how'd she end up with a life like this?

Simple really. Sheila ran away from home when she was seventeen years of age, lived on the streets up until a guy came around, told her she was pretty, and offered her a job. Who was this guy? As of now he's her pimp. And he constantly reminds Sheila just how much she owes him, and how he owns her. There's even a particular mark on that freckled body of Sheila's that proves he owns her.
❝ чσu gσt thє curє / undєrnєαth чσur shírt / dσn’t чσu wαnα sαvє thís / dírtч líttlє dαmsєl? ❞

Let's rewind and start off at the beginning. You see, Sheila was never lucky enough to have a normal family, much less a loving one. Her father was never there, in fact she's pretty sure she doesn't share the same father with rest of her sisters. There may have never been a guy in the picture because she has never seen her mother be with a man, in fact there weren't any strong male figures in Sheila's life. Maybe her mother adopted all three girls, but that doesn't make sense because Sheila saw her mother pregnant with her younger sister. Sperm clinic maybe? Sheila will never know because her mother never talks about it.

There were never even any made up stories about their father, and if Sheila ever asked about him, she would earn a "well-deserved" slap across the face. After a while, the questions stopped but the abuse never did. In fact, in her family, Sheila was known at the punching bag. Even her sisters started beating up on her. The bruises, the scratches, the black eyes were all obvious signs that her home life wasn't perfect, but did anyone do anything about it?

Had her teachers ever ask about the bruises?


Had the parents of other children vocalize their concerns about her busted lip? Or even ask about her broken arm?


Had the barista ever ask how she got that ugly scratch on her face?


No one said anything. No one had done anything. No one cared.

Ever since she was child, this was the sort of life Sheila was stuck with. Her mother would hit her, tell her to shut up, tell her constantly how worthless she was, but for some reason Sheila's sisters never got that sort of treatment. In fact her mother always bragged about Maura and Eireen whenever she was out in public. But what about Sheila? What about her second born, the little redhead covered from head-to-toe in freckles, the one with the biggest smile despite all the ugly marks on her body? What about her? Why wouldn't her mother talk about her? Why wouldn't she ever show any sort of pride in her?

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❝ gσt mч mínk cσαt fαllíng σn thє / mσtєl flσσr / чσu’rє σn thє вєd / wσlf whístlíng lσudєr ❞

Maybe it's because Sheila never fit in with the rest of family, not just personality wise, but also physically. Her mother and sisters were the ones with the plain brown hair, pale skin, and blue eyes. Seriously. All three of them actually looked as if they were related. But then there was Sheila with her flaming red hair, bright honey golden eyes, and an endless amount of freckles. Not to mention the rest of her family was short and thin as sticks while she was more on the full-figured end of the spectrum. It was almost as if she didn't belong in the family, but run all the blood tests you want, it'll only prove she was in fact her mother's daughter.

But why'd she look so different? Why did her entire family hate her so much? It never made any sense. Especially since her dear old Mother was a Pastor. That's right. A Pastor of their local church. Shouldn't she be kind to all her children, be a role model for the others in her community and so on? At least that was what Sheila believed but obviously it wasn't like that. Her mother loved other people more than Sheila, and she has told her own daughter that countless times. Yet Sheila would simply try harder to win her mother's affection over the years, trying her damn hardest to be a good girl, to always listen no matter how bad it got.

But as the years went on, the abuse only became worse. It wasn't just physical though, it was also verbal. And this sort of torment only caused Sheila to become even more broken, to the point she started to believe she deserved every slap, that she was worthless and would never ever find someone to love her.

Unable to live with this sort of abuse any longer, Sheila packed up a few things in the middle of the night and ran off. As you can imagine, there weren't very many places for her to run off to, but just as long as she was far away from that monster of a mother, Sheila was happy. However they're time where she misses home. Sure it wasn't perfect, sure it was hell on Earth, but it was the only home she knew. While it was hell on Earth back at her home, at least she had a roof over her head and food in her stomach. Oh and clothes. Fresh, clean clothes. Being on the streets with no means of getting a proper job, knowing no one in this new town. . .Sheila struggled. A lot. There were nights where she would have to scour through a trash can for a little something to eat. Gross, right? It was all she could do to keep herself from starving some nights. Though there were also times where Sheila would use her powers to cause people to feel guilty into giving her some food, but it didn't alway work out in her favor when she was still getting a handle on her powers.

But after a few months on the streets, a man came along and offered her a deal. With how bad her life was, and how she basically has hit rock bottom, Sheila took him up on his offer even though she fully understood the consequences. Sheila went from being a Pastor's daughter, to a street rat, before finally becoming a prostitute. Sorry. A better term would be escort. The business this man runs was supposedly "high-end", which meant all the clients were extremely wealthy and all the girls were cared for in the best way possible. Though it depends on how popular the girl was amongst the clients-- the more men wanted one in particular, the better that girl was treated.

It seemed as if Sheila has a knack for this sort of business because men couldn't seem to get enough of her.

Sheila has her own condo, well it's more like a penthouse filled with the nicest furniture money could afford, along with plenty of space for her to lounge around and even a pool on the roof. Her closet was filled with all sorts of clothes, most of it was for her work, but they were all high-quality stuff, and about ninety percent of them were gifts from her pimp. In fact everything she owned was all thanks to her pimp, and her popularity among men. If Sheila wasn't so good at what she did, she certainly wouldn't get the penthouse with the view.

Sure Sheila sold her body for all these nice things but for a change no one was slapping her around, putting her down. The girl was at the top of the world. And all it cost her was her soul.
❝ чσur líps smudgíng αll mч mαkє up / kíckíng вσth mч hєєls σff / cσmє αnd pín mє dσwn ❞

But then Sheila met Seth.

He was an ordinary guy. Nothing all that extraordinary but what do you expect out of a bartender? Well that's what Sheila keeps telling herself at least. He's just an ordinary guy that she hooks up with on occasion just for fun. Nothing serious. Yet the way they met was anything but ordinary.

It was supposed to be a normal night for Sheila; she narrowed her sights on a client and was about to approach him, promise him a night he would never forget for a small fee. Sure this certain client was a bit old, and not all that attractive. Yet as she was making her way to the bar, this voice stopped her in her tracks. It was sort of deep, gruff sounding, definitely sexy. But it wasn't the sound of his voice, but more of what he had said that caught her attention. 'Why don’t you try being with a real man?'

Sheila turned to look over at him, to see exactly who thought it was wise to interrupt her while she was working. Though fairly amused by his words, a smirk had worked its way on to her lips that were painted ruby red. Oh boy, was this boy attractive. And it was obvious he knew it. Sheila couldn't tell what was sexier, the way he was mixing a drink that was obviously meant for her, or the way his hair fell slightly into his eyes, giving him that mysterious sexy vibe.

This boy was trouble. Just one glance was enough to tell Sheila that he was going to be nothing but trouble. But Sheila loved trouble. And with a guy who could match her humor and wit, how could she resist?

Within five minutes of meeting Seth, his lips were on hers and his body pressed against her, pushing the redheaded vixen up against the bar. It was lust at first sight between the two, and it certainly didn't end that night in the bar. In fact, the two have bumped into each other quite a bit since that night, and lately they have been seeking each other out. It's nothing more than a fling between them. Just a fling. Casual sex between two consenting adults. Though lately Sheila felt as if maybe this was more than just a fling. And that alone was enough to scare her quite a bit.

Sometimes she'll see Seth a few times a week, but only if he's able to crack her riddle fast enough. And being with Seth has affected her "job" a little more than she thought it would. In fact her pimp has noticed a small change in Sheila, though she won't admit to anything because it was just a harmless fling and nothing more. Nothing more. Just a fling.

If that were true, then why did Sheila feel so guilty when she slept with another guy?


Fionola Cathleen Mooney { Mother ; 52 } --What's there to really say about this woman that hasn't already been said? She's a pastor, a bright and shining pillar of the community, yet she abused her own daughter. Not Maura or Eireen, just Sheila. Why? No one knows, even though Sheila deserves an explanation. Perhaps she just hated Sheila. Maybe she needed someone to slap around, someone she could take out her stress on. Whatever the reason, she was never fit to be a mother. She didn't deserve to be a Pastor. Yet there are time where Sheila misses her mother. Well... Sheila wishes her mother would actually be the sort of mother she needs.

Maura Clíona Mooney { Older Sister ; 28 } --Bitch. That's all that's needed to be known about this girl. When Sheila was merely ten years old, Maura slapped her so hard that her ring had dug into the soft flesh of Sheila's cheek. Why? Because her boyfriend broke up with her that day and somehow it was her younger sister's fault. Last Sheila heard, Maura was married with children of her own. Oh how Sheila prays for the souls of her sister's children, praying they never endure the wrath that Sheila had to face growing up.

Eireen Róis Mooney { Younger Sister ; 17 } --Three years younger than Sheila, but no better than her mother or oldest sister. In fact, Eireen would do something wrong, such as go out to a party or fuck some guy, but it was all because of Sheila. Sheila was the one at fault because obviously she tricked her sister into going to that party, told her it was cool to lose her virginity to the first guy who called her pretty. Yeah. It was all Sheila's fault. It was always her fault. Well she's pretty sure that Eireen is pregnant now because she could never keep her legs together. Look at that, the pot is calling the kettle black. And somehow they probably still blamed Sheila for this.


♥ No one knows about Sheila's past, including her pimp. No one will ever know. Not about her mother, her sisters, the beatings, the words, or that she had to run away just to escape that life. No one could ever know. It's all in the past. And while the past might have a way of catching up with someone, Sheila will do her damn hardest to keep anyone from finding out about it. As far as anyone is concerned, her family is dead and she inherited everything from them. End of story.

♥ Despite popular belief that Sheila is a stupid ass hoe, she's actually quite intelligent. On her down time, she can be found in either a library or a coffee shop with several books because she wants to keep her mind engaged. Though she has this unnatural knack for riddles; she can solve them within minutes and come up with one on the spot. In fact, Sheila loves to mess around with Seth with little riddles because it not only frustrates him, but keeps her amused. It's just too fun. It's not uncommon for her to go a little easy on him when she's hornier than usual, and she just wants to see him.

Forgive me Mother, for I have sinned. . .

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Emma | 353 comments She looks good to me! So sorry I didn't get to this sooner.

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