The Mortals

[♥ aztrophel ♥, Mrs Miller]

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[Dark Angel, Queen of the Silver Mist]

Full Name: Ninnia Lowenna Graceling
Age: Sixteen
Title: Lady
Born Gender: Female
Gender Identification: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual

Role: Mortal ward of the Graceling family
Court: Seelie
Thoughts on the Treaty: "I believe it will be a wonderful thing for us all."

Appearance: Ninnia is a creature of immense beauty, so much so that it is almost impossible to believe that she is of human descent. She stands at five feet and two inches and possesses a slender frame with curves in all the right places. Her legs are slim, her feet small; her hips are perfectly rounded, while her waist is small and delicate. Her stomach is flat, while her chest swells pleasingly.
All the features on her oval face are perfectly symmetrical, from her small button nose to her cupid's bow lips, to the wide lapis lazuli eyes that are neither too far apart, nor too close together.
Her hair is a waterfall of gold and silver, like moonrays and sunbeams intertwined. It falls past her hips in a shimmering mass, though it is rarely ever unbound.

Personality: As a mortal in a world of fae, Ninnia has had much to adjust to. Fortunately, she is a very intelligent being, and memorisation is one of her strongest skills. She has learned, and memoriesed, all aspects of faerie lore, including etiquette and culture. She knows every way there is to offend a fae and every way there is to protect yourself against them, should you accidentally do so. She is never without a string of rowanberries around her neck and a pouch of salt in her pocket. She never allows them to see it, but she also hides a jewel bladed dagger of iron in her bag, just to be on the safe side. In Elfane, you never know who you might be dealing with. That was the first lesson she learned, and she learned it well.
Most of the fae tolerate her at the very least. Reactions range from tolerance to adoration. Some treat her as though she is the Gracelings' little pet, while others have much more respect for her due to her charm, wit, intelligence, beauty and knowledge of faerie culture. Some, however, do not like her at all, but they are among the rare few that believe mortals should be slaves only. Ninnia is careful to know her place and never presume to know more than the fair folk. She is eternally grateful to them for lifting her out of the life of hell she was living, so for them she would do anything. Thanks to them, she lives a literal faerie tale. She even has close friends in court. What she really wants, however, is a mate. She may have the cunning and suspicion of an unseelie fae, but she has the romantic heart of the seelie court, longing for love and affection. Above all, she craves approval.

Biography: Olivia Jones was born to Stanley and Alyssa Jones. Alyssa fell pregnant young and Stanley married her only because of the pressure from his overbearing parents to do so, but he did not change his ways. Now free of his parents' reign, Stanley drank more, began to experiment with drugs and took out all of his once suppressed anger on Alyssa and their daughter. Now head of his own household, he reigned over Alyssa and their daughter as his father had over his mother and him, with a sharp tongue and the promise of violence should his demands not be met. Alyssa began to seek comfort in other men, which only led Stanley to doubt his parantage of Olivia, even though the affairs had begun five years after she was born. His violence worsened, particularly towards Olivia.
When Olivia was eight, her mother tried to run away with her. However, her father caught them and pulled out a gun. Before he had the opportunity to pull the trigger, three men appeared out of nowhere, tearing the flesh from his bones. They did not spare Alyssa, though she begged for mercy. They had their orders, and their orders had been to kill both of them. But not Olivia, for their mistress had been watching her for some time.
Their mistress was none other than Arwen Graceling, Queen of the Seelie Court, and together with her husband Aodh, they had devised a plan. Olivia was spirited away to the realm of the fae, where she was given new reinment and a new name. No longer was she Olivia Jones. She was henceforth to be known as Ninnia Lowenna Graceling, beloved ward of the Seelie King and Queen.
Since then, she has grown up in the realm of Elfane. Though she is mortal and therefore in a precarious position, she is treated with the respect due of a royal ward. She knows that she is mortal and therefore lesser in nature, but this has made her even more determined to prove herself. She has learned everything about fae culture and etiquette and blends in extremely well. Her hope is to marry a faerie -- which is not illegal -- so that she might become even more a part of their world.

Important Miscellaneous Information: She has a silver horse named Glimmer. She can play the harpsichord and the lyre and she is often called to sing for her voice is said to be sensational.

[Hunter (Totally NOT a communist ☭)]

Full Name: Myron Rosario


Apparent Age: 20

Actual Age: 22

Title: Spymaster

Born Gender: Male

Gender Identification: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Role: Spymaster

Court: Seelie

Thoughts on the Treaty: "If it means peace then I'm glad. it also makes my job easier since security will be less of a concern."

Biography: Myron had a rather uneventful life. He grew up, graduated and started to work. He stopped believing in silly things like magic and monsters when he was little. He stopped fearing the dark and the woods.

Little did he know the magical realm was very real and had taken him in.

It took a while for him to realize something was off but he was soon captured and brought before a being called Ellowyn. She described herself as a fae, something that made Myron laugh and roll his eyes. Even though he did not believe a word she said, he was still surrounded by armed guards and listened to her demands.

Ellowyn had told Myron that he was their prisoner and would be taken in by her, lest he be banished to the woods where he would surely die.

Myron was no expert in survival and agreed to this demand, promising to leave when his "time" was up. he was taken to Ellowyn's residence, being told that he would be a servant to the being. This shocked Myron and he protested but she would not listen, insisting it was for his own good.

Myron begrudgingly listened and quickly impressed Ellowyn with his knowledge of the arts. he would write poems about their worlds and put their history into literature in ways she never could have imagined! During this time, Ellowyn began to grow more interested in him but Myron had no idea.

He would soon become her spymaster, further symbol of her trust and affection for him. All the while Myron treated the fae with respect, not realizing the truth.

Important Miscellaneous Information: His codename is "The Poet", for the way he describes nature and life is nothing short of art.

[Dark Angel, Queen of the Silver Mist]

He is approved and I ADORE him! <3

Since he's spymaster as well as a slave, he gets a small chamber in Graceling Castle. It's just a bedroom but I imagine it would have a bowl to wash and other such things.

[Crabby Constance]

Eilonwy V. Masters - Part One

Name: Eilonwy Vanora Masters
Nicknames: Lon, Eil, Lonny
Age: 15
Title: None
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual

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Role: Slave to Eilidh
Court: Seelie
Thoughts on the Treaty: “I could care less about whatever happens.”

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Parents: Silas and Roxanna Masters

Biography: Eilonwy was born into the world of rural farming. While she would never call herself necessarily poor, it was true that they had less than most. They grew their food from their own land, though meat was scarce since her father hated slaughtering the animals. Every now and then though, a cow, chicken, or sheep would die and her mother would preserve the meat so they could use it over time. However, while they had plenty of healthy food, sugar was extremely scarce in their home. A neighbor supplied them with the coffee beans of his that weren’t fit for selling, so they drank the less than par black coffee without any sweeteners, which Eilonwy grew used to over time and eventually loved. Another part of their life was that all of Eilonwy’s clothes were sewn from old, thin fabrics, old drapes or curtains, and even out of clothes that didn’t fit her anymore. After a time, Eilonwy had to start patching her clothes back up again, giving her the appearance of a raggedy, dirty farm girl, but she never noticed. And while she got cold in the winter, her clothes were practically made for the sweaty, hot summers. At least they had plenty of blankets for the frigid weather, and Eilonwy’s father even gave her his own coat, which, while much too large, was extremely warm. Every now and then, her father brought her a book too. Most of them were obviously used, with worn, ripped covers and yellowed pages of faded text. Eilonwy never noticed though, and she devoured the old classics that he gave her. It was just the way of life that she was born into.
Eilonwy grew up entertaining herself. She was nicknamed “Eil” by her parents, but most just called her Eilonwy. From the moment she was born, everybody could tell she was going to be a mischievous little girl. As a baby, most adored her rosy face, and she goodnaturedly laughed and giggled, always enjoying to spend time with other people. However, she was the main cause for her parents’ worry, as she ignorantly played and did whatever she pleased without ever following the rules. At one point, Eil even began locking them out of her room for fun. She just simply looked through her books and toys while her parents stressed outside her door. Eventually, she learned to stop doing it and her parents decided not to remove the lock. She was pulling stuff like that forever though, and once she even got stuck on the train that passed a few miles away from their house. She had ridden one of their horses down to the tracks, but luckily her father was able to find her in town and collect the horse as well. After that she was forbidden from riding the horses for a while, and that seemed to settle some of her mischief. As she grew older, Eilonwy fell in love with the outdoors. She lived on an expanse of farmland out with her parents, and there she got tons of practice climbing trees, falling into ditches and scraping her way out of them, running in tangled fields of grass, or even just laying in the light of a setting sun and staring at the sky. When she was five, her mother decided to stay out of work a few more years to homeschool Eilonwy. She figured she’d do better in a place with more flexibility instead of a school, seeing how much Eilonwy loved to explore and be outdoors. Plus, her parents hated the thought of her taking the train to and from school every day, the train being the only way to get into the neighboring town where Eilonwy would’ve gone to school. A few years turned into almost seven years, with Eilonwy being homeschooled until she finished sixth grade. Her mother taught her in an interactive way, and most of the time, Eilonwy begged for lessons about botany or zoology. And since it had worked so well with her, why not continue it? Plus, it wasn’t like Eilonwy didn’t enjoy the freedom that came with it. When she was in fourth grade, she learned to open up her room’s window and sneak out. She just locked her door to stall her mother or father, popped open the window, and jumped out to run off on their land. Mostly, she’d play outside, but sometimes she’d go to visit their barn animals. The Masters had three horses, the first two named Alcatraz and Mischief, both of which Eilonwy loved to ride. When she felt like it, she’d ride either one bareback. She’d come back covered in dust and dirt after riding them, especially Alcatraz, who was just as wild as her and would dump her off his back on multiple occasions. He was a sleek black-brown horse who was extremely fast, and therefore Eilonwy’s favorite. The third horse was a Shetland pony named Rum. The Masters also had three black and white border collies, Bandit, Rebel, and Winnie. Winnie was the only girl out of the litter, and they were all three bought when Eilonwy was six. She’d helped name them in most respects, and, like she did with all their animals, she had a close bond with the dogs. However, since Winnie had less stamina and knack for herding sheep than Bandit and Rebel did, she became Eilonwy’s companion, only leaving her side to help with the sheep every morning, but she returned each afternoon. They also had eight barn cats, all of which were spayed and neutered after it appeared they were staying long term. The girl cats were Liona, Buttons, Honey, Vanilla, and Brandy, and the boys were Whiskey, Bourbon, and Narwhal. Among other animals, they had four cows named Sunny, Ivy, Beatrix, and Bloody Mary, whom they nicknamed Mary for short. They also had two goats named Gin and Vodka, a few chickens named Margarita, Pina Colada, Dixie, Hazel, and Goldie, a barn raccoon named Absinthe, a goose named Tequila, and a rooster named Chicka Chicka Boom Boom. The only unofficial pet was a pigeon who kept returning to their barn every night, and Eilonwy’s father decided to name it Stupid, much to the amusement of Eilonwy and her mother. Of course, Eilonwy could not get away from being assigned chores around the farm, but she didn’t necessarily mind since she loved the animals as much as she loved being outside. Milking the cows was probably the task that took her longest to learn. She was responsible for milking at least half the cows each morning and night. After almost getting kicked in the face on multiple occasions, the cows grew accustomed to her over time, but that hardly erased the struggle she’d had with them since she started at nine years old. Before that, she’d always fed and watered the dogs and chickens, weeded and planted in the garden, helped with the meals as well as making other dairy products out of their milk, and given a little extra milk to the cats. The farmhands were around the rest of the day to take care of the horses and goats and other things around the farm, and they also cared for the sheep since Eilonwy’s father had an entirely different job in the city.
Over the years, Eilonwy became the master of escape. Besides running out through her bedroom window in the daytime, she also ran off after her parents had sent her to bed, especially in the summer. During these escapades, she’d often stay up past midnight riding Alcatraz or Mischief on their huge expanse of owned land, or she’d play with the dogs or cats. It was also during these nights that Stupid the pigeon and Absinthe the raccoon would appear, willingly nearing Eilonwy and the other animals out of curiosity. In the barn, she’d sometimes read books her father had given her with a flashlight, normally with one of the cats sprawled out next to her or in her lap for warmth. When it got colder, she brought a thick blanket with her to the barn, and she eventually kept a stash of crackers, blankets, and a pillow in there, too. Of course, it probably wasn’t the best for her sleep, but she didn’t mind, especially when she didn’t have any school to do, like in the summers or weekends. Most of the time, she found herself drifting off to sleep with the cats or her dog Winnie nearby, and she’d be woken by one of the farmhands who came in the barn the next morning if she somehow managed to sleep through the crowing of their rooster, which was near impossible unless she was purely exhausted. When she did wake up with the rooster, she stashed everything back and sprinted to the house, crawling through her window and jumping into bed, where she pretended she’d slept the whole night. Her parents probably knew better, though, especially when the cats all seemed disturbed and woken by something in the barn, the window wasn’t latched, or Eilonwy had forgotten to take off her boots. Of course, there was always some random piece of hay in her hair, and that was what normally gave her away. However, her mother and father had a really loose parenting style, and as long as no real harm was done, they honestly didn’t mind. Eilonwy was really close with both her parents, and was probably a little bit spoiled since she was their only daughter. Her father always brought books home for her after she’d finished the last one he’d bought, and his sense of humor was one thing she loved, but unfortunately could never replicate. She and her mother were also close, and it seemed her mother knew what exactly they should learn about during their homeschooling years. One chore that her mother had introduced in fifth grade was cooking. Her mother believed that Eilonwy should at least be helping with the meals and learning how to make things. Before then, the only thing Eilonwy actually knew how to make was coffee or butter, but only because her father had taught her long ago how to make and drink straight black coffee. Her parents didn’t have an abundance of sugar to spare, so using the sugar they did have on coffee was out of the question. Anyway, her mother started requiring her to help with lunch and dinner, since her chores didn’t interfere with either of those meals. Unfortunately, Eilonwy hated it. Because her mother supplied a lunch for any of the farmhands, she had to double or sometimes triple the recipe to make sure there would be enough for anyone who wanted it. Eilonwy at least had her mother cooking beside her, but like always, she’d rather be running outside with the animals. On the occasion that she couldn’t escape the house, she got stuck inside making casseroles and stews, but that was rarer than not since she almost always found time to escape, and it would’ve been really impractical and nearly impossible to find her. When she was in sixth grade, Eilonwy met their new farmhand, a seventeen year old boy named Andreas. He was definitely a bad influence on Eilonwy, talking to her about subjects that were probably a little bit too mature for her whenever they both milked the cows at the same time. He was almost always sarcastic and moody, but at the same time he was really smart and would’ve done very well in school. The most Eilonwy ever knew about him was that his mother had died of cancer that last year, and the only reason his parents allowed him to work there was because his father had been in charge of taking care of the hay fields on the other side of their property for quite a while. Besides the rare conversation with Andreas though, things continued on as they always did until that next summer. Eilonwy would be going into the seventh grade in the fall, and she assumed that she’d be homeschooled like usual.

[Crabby Constance]

Eilonwy V. Masters - Part Two

Biography Cont’d: From what she pieced together, the farm was beginning to get run down, and they’d need extra cash for the repairs. And as her mother also said, Eilonwy needed to be able to make friends and socialize with kids her age, not hang out with Tomas, Jack, Finn, and Sulwyn, Eilonwy’s other favorite barn hands. Sully was nineteen, and he was mainly in charge of the animals and going-ons in the barn. Thus, most of her milking sessions were spent with him, and she enjoyed being in the quiet, good-natured hand’s company. Sully also loved card games and animals, and for every game of poker, thirty-one, trash, or other games she won, he’d tell her something neat about botany or zoology, though she was probably more of an expert from all the lessons she’d begged for from her mom. Most of the time though, especially when playing poker, they’d bet their chores, and Eilonwy would miss breakfast on multiple occasions from getting stuck with different chores. He even taught her chess, too, and they’d promised taking one of the other’s chores depending on who won. Eilonwy eventually got better at cards, especially thirty-one and poker, but she always stunk at chess. Tomas was the one who Eilonwy found herself spending the most time with. He was only a year older than her, and he worked part time at the farm. She didn’t know much about him, only that he had a little sister and his parents were too poor to send either of them to school. In the summers, Eilonwy spent her days with Tomas when she wasn’t romping about on her own. Instead, she romped about with him since he didn’t have a ton of chores to do. Tomas was a little bit quieter than her, but he was kind of overprotective and insisted that he come along so that she wouldn’t hurt herself. Without ever receiving that much worry from someone, she was prone to arguing with him about things, but she knew he meant well and most of the time just badgered him into helping her do whatever it was that he didn’t want her to do. Jack was nineteen like Sully, and he was a master at poker. After badgering him into teaching her methods, tricks, and poker faces, Eilonwy soon started beating everyone but him in their poker matches. She didn’t know much about Jack either, but she wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d had a girl he liked but ended up losing her to someone who wasn’t as poor, shifty, or destined to fail as he was. For some reason, that was just the vibe she got from him. But since her parents had warned her about prying into the farmhands’ private lives, Eilonwy was content to play poker and gamble with him. Her parents had hired a lot of young guys who just needed to get back on their feet for a little while, but thankfully her parents were also smart enough not to leave any form of money lying around. The last farmhand she knew, Finn, was eighteen, and he normally took the night shifts of sheep-watching. He rarely was able to join in on her, Sully’s, Jack’s, and Tomas’ card games and gamblings, but he was always fun to play with when he did. Especially during the summer evenings after dinner, they’d all gather around in the barn with the card decks they left by the horse feed, sat in the middle of the floor, and played until Eilonwy’s parents forced her to go to bed. However, while they stopped playing and went home after she did, Eilonwy still snuck out her window, grabbed one of the barn cats, and let the cat sleep on her bed overnight, even though her parents didn’t exactly like it when she did so. But if she didn’t want to or couldn’t sleep out in the barn, she liked to have a cat for company. Eilonwy just made sure to let the cat jump out the window as soon as she woke up and before her mother came in her room to make sure she was awake.
In July, her parents announced to her that she wouldn’t be homeschooled again this year. Her mother had explained that money was tight and that she needed to go back to work. This new information, while she’d been suspecting it all summer, was final, and it sent her into a bundle of nerves and fear for the rest of the summer. She tried to continue on as normal, sleeping out in the barn with the cats and playing cards with the farmhands, but it was harder to accept now that it was really happening. In their nightly card games, Eilonwy talked a lot with the farmhands, and after she brought up public school they all gave their own advice or experiences. Finn’s was probably her favorite though: “School stinks, but at least you get to come home to a great farm.” The rest of the farmhands had laughed, but Eilonwy knew he meant it. Tomas, of course, vowed that if any kid teased her, he would personally go and beat them up, but in words that were less appropriate for a young girl to repeat. Jack’s advice was to try her best, at which all the other farmhands scoffed and said to ignore him. Unfortunately, along with all the other changes, Eilonwy’s mother said that a few other differences would be happening too, starting with Eilonwy learning how to sew and and also to start learning another language. Since she was given a choice of what languages learn, she flat out refused to learn French or any other kind of flowery language like her mother suggested. Instead, she agreed to learn Italian at school and do Latin on her own in the evenings. Another realization that her mother pointed her to was that she would be unable to avoid any assigned homework. At least she agreed to let Eilonwy do her homework instead of helping with dinner, and in addition Eilonwy would be escaping the lunchtime preparation because she wouldn’t even be home to begin with. But besides all these perks, she still dreaded going to middle school. Homeschooling had suited her so well, and the thought of changing her routine sent her into a tunnel of anxiety for the rest of July and August. It didn’t help that her mother made her start Latin less than a week after this life-altering idea, but in any case, the lessons were easy enough for her and only took her about thirty minutes a day. Of course, she didn’t always do them, and lying about her homework became something that she did often. That September, knowing that Eilonwy had been to and on the train before, her parents supplied her with money for a ticket, a backpack filled with books that all completely disinterested her, and two blouses with some cute shorts that most city girls would love. However, Eilonwy was clearly not a city girl, and the morning of her first day of school, she dressed in her normal, calf-length, green cargo pants, a gray t-shirt, and black combat boots. She’d also been given permission to ride Alcatraz to and from the train station every day as long as she made sure to tie him to a tree with plenty of grass around and to water him as soon as she got home. Since the ride and the train ride combined would take about two hours, Eilonwy woke with the rooster as normal, milked and fed as many animals as she could before breakfast, and ate her mother’s celebratory meal of pancakes and bacon. Normally, Eilonwy hardly had anything to eat for breakfast, besides a cup or two of coffee. She just wished that this celebratory meal would’ve come on a day she liked better. But nevertheless, she hopped on Alcatraz, and rode him barebacked all the way to the ravine. Eilonwy knew her parents had figured on the long route to the train station, which took forever, especially if you followed all the roads exactly. But through all her exploring, Eilonwy had discovered a small ravine that she could climb down through, walk a little bit longer to get to the easiest part to climb, and hoist herself up over the other side. Years of climbing trees had helped her with this, but even then, the ravine wasn’t that hard to maneuver through if you knew the right places to go, which she did. And since she arrived at the station well before her train, she counted on having time to do Latin or even homework that was due that day. Of course, adding in the hour-ride on the train, she would have even more time to do whatever she wanted. When she first got on the train, she was intent to watch the miles of farmland pass by, but she eventually decided to take advantage of the time and read the latest book her father had brought her. Focusing on the train was easy for her, especially since she was used to riding on it whenever her father agreed to bring her into town, or her mother went to buy groceries or fabric and sewing materials. It was familiar in its own way, and she completely tuned out everything except for her book. She’d almost missed her stop, which would become a very repetitive occurrence, but she remembered at the last moment and hopped out drearily into the small-ish city where her parents had enrolled her. The school wasn’t hard to miss, and it looked rather new compared to the old shops and apartments that made up the rest of the city. At least her mother had prepared her well, and most of the classes were easy. It was managing the conversations and people that was harder. Everyone here wore clothing similar to what her mother had bought her for today, and the only reason Eilonwy noticed it was because of group of giggling, frilly girls who stood by the entrance of the school and pointed it out rather loudly in the hall. Eilonwy simply scoffed and turned her head, going into the office to get her school locker, class schedules, etc. The rest of the day was rather lonely, with boys who were stuck in their own world of who knows what and the other finely-dressed girls talking about clothes, boys, and whatever else. Eilonwy stopped paying attention after second period. Eilonwy was so exhausted by the end of the day that she slept all the way home on the train ride, getting out drowsily at her stop. She proceeded to cross the ravine and then sit against the tree she’d left Alcatraz at, where she decided to immerse herself in her book again. After about an hour of reading, she finally mounted Alcatraz and raced him all the way home, her backpack bouncing against her the whole time. And when she got home, she hung out in the barn, leaning against one of the hay bales to do her homework and Latin. Thus became her routine every day. But after staying up in the barn and then falling asleep there as well, Eilonwy quickly learned that she would only be able to stay up late on weekends or in the summer, as she was otherwise completely exhausted the next school day. Her mother sat her down after school every day, too, forcing her to work on sewing. Most of the time, Eilonwy patched up some of her old clothes so she wouldn’t be wearing pants with holes on the knees or calves. She had quite a bit of patches to make as well; she’d been tearing up her clothing from her millions of escapades for the last several years. As the school year went on, Eilonwy evaded all the girls, sat by herself at lunch, and more or less did alright in school. It turned out she was very bright in both math and science, and after the first few weeks she was put into the eighth grade for those subjects. She also did well in Italian, even though foreign languages had never been her favorite. However, Eilonwy was definitely not skilled in English or pretty much any other subject. She received B’s and C’s is all her subjects except math, science, and Italian, and in English, the highest grade she ever got was a D. For some reason, the English just didn’t click with her brain, and she had little patience for writing papers and reading the assigned books. She’d grown up reading her father’s favorite classics her whole life, books by Dostoevsky, Tolkien, Wells, Dickens, and other old works. She was hardly used to the middle grade novels, and normally tired of them after the first chapter.

[Crabby Constance]

Eilonwy V. Masters - Part Three

Biography Cont’d: Her mother never could get her to really care about English, but after sitting her at the table to do English homework before dinner every day, Eilonwy’s grades improved slightly, and she was able to pass the class. But the main reason she dreaded school each day was because of the people. All the girls were dressed in the latest fashions, and there was a huge popular clique that Eilonwy was definitely not ever going to be included in. She felt extremely lonely every day, and the whisperings about how poor she was did not help. Tomas just told her to turn her head away and ignore it, that it didn’t mean anything. Eilonwy, of course, wasn’t about to be persuaded that she was less than them. In fact, one day she went right up to a group of girls and told them that she even had her own horse and a ton of land, too. She may or may not have mentioned that her farm was way better than their petty way of living, but either way, she walked away with her head high and a grin on her rosy face. The girls snickered after her once they’d registered her words, but Eilonwy didn’t care. She’d stood up for herself, and she was proud of it. A little before their winter break though, Eilonwy actually made a friend. She normally ate outside on their lunch breaks, and on one occasion, after a bunch of girls had humiliated her by pointing out how raggedy her clothes were, one of the boys from her class named Tucker told the group of girls to go away. Since then, Eilonwy and Tucker started spending lunches together, and one afternoon Tucker even came home on the train with her. She showed him around the farm, naming all the animals, and most of the time when he came with her, they raced Alcatraz and Mischief. For the rest of the year, Eilonwy and Tucker spent a ton of time on her farm, and she was proud to be able to report one night during her and the farmhands’ round of poker, that she’d made a friend at school. The winter of her seventh grade year though, she couldn’t escape the fact that her parents were growing more and more concerned about money. Eilonwy had gathered through her snooping that an incident had happened with some of the machinery and one of the workers over in the hay fields. An investigator was there for a few weeks out of January to poke around the accident since someone had been killed in it, and for a while Eilonwy refused to go over by the hay fields. But, by and by, Tomas forced her to stop being fearful of the machinery, and Jack even promised to teach her how to use some of it next summer. It was after that Andreas quit working that she realized it had been his father who was killed in the incident. Thankfully, no one made a big deal out of it and the investigator wasn’t seen or heard from after the end of January. Things continued on as normal, except for the hushed conversations that Eilonwy often listened in on. Soon, summer came and school ended, with Eilonwy happily bounding home and dumping her school books into the trash. She was about to start up her summer routine of romping about and roughing up herself with dirt and tearing her clothing all over again, when her parents solemnly announced that Eilonwy was going to work for their neighbors down the road every morning and afternoon. Eil didn’t mind this as much. The only thing she didn’t like was that she wouldn’t have quite as much freedom, and she also wouldn’t be there to milk Sunny, Ivy, Beatrix, or Mary or perform any of the other chores she had. But, after sleeping out in the barn that night, she woke the next morning, mounted up on Mischief, and rode down to her neighbors. Most of the tasks they had her do were similar to her own on the farm: feed the animals, milk the cows, exercise the horses, churn butter, and, her least favorite, sew. Her neighbor’s hands apparently weren’t as nimble as they used to be, and she had Eilonwy work on several pieces of clothing. While Eil’s sewing was generally messy since she couldn’t sit still for long and frequently got distracted, she knew how to make herself pants, shirts, and socks. It wasn’t that hard for her to make her neighbors some of the similar items. She just didn’t like it. Her favorite task, however, was when they asked her to exercise their horses. To most, it sounded like a chore. To Eilonwy, it was the perfect chance to race horses. Of course, their horses weren’t as good or as fast as Alcatraz and Mischief were and Eil thought that it was boring how gentle they acted, but it was still fun to ride them anyway. It just made her race whichever horse she rode there all the more on the way home. In the evenings, since Tucker was living with his aunt and uncle on the other side of the country for the summer, Eilonwy mainly spent time with the farmhands, especially Tomas and Finn. She and Tomas went tearing around as soon as she got back home from the neighbors, and after dinner before she went to bed, Finn took it upon himself to teach her several more or less useful tasks. The first thing he taught her was lockpicking. He made her work on it for several weeks until she was an expert at it. It was more of a struggle for her than other things, especially since he made her craft her tools from things around the house, but she acquired the skill after a month or two. Finn had simply told her that you never knew when you needed to get into somewhere. He also taught her neat tricks to unlock windows from the outside, which Eilonwy mastered quickly. The other thing he showed her was how to whittle. The main reason Eilonwy started whittling because several of the pieces from Sully’s chess set had gone missing, presumably stolen by one of the animals. All of them had suspected Absinthe the barn raccoon, but they never did find the pieces. So, Finn got her an old knife, some wood, and trained her on whittling. The replacement chess items were crude, and only somewhat resembled what she wanted them too, but by the end of the summer, she could whittle any shape she set out to. Sometimes, instead of reading out in the barn after bedtime, she worked on her whittling. Her favorite handiwork was a small dog that looked like Winnie, which she kept on her nightstand in her room. Eventually, the long summer ended, and while Eilonwy expected to go back to school, she actually did not. Her parents unfortunately could not pay for schoolbooks or for school, and so she would continue on with her job and study anything she wanted to when she got home. Her neighbors fired her a few weeks later though, when she didn’t show up one day. Eilonwy had been sick with a fever, probably from all those nights she spent in the cold barn, and the farmhands just moved her onto a big pile of hay in the barn and let her sleep. Eilonwy hated the idea of having to break the news to her parents, so for the next week she made the farmhands promise not to tell. During that week, she took one of the horses down the rode and knocked on the doors of her neighbors, trying to find another job. One family hired her to sew and help with housework, and since they were the only people who offered, she agreed. The family didn’t actually own a farm; they had apparently just moved out to the country for their health. Eilonwy promised to show up after breakfast every day and leave before lunch. That night, she broke the news to her parents. They couldn’t really scold her for anything, definitely not since she found a replacement job that paid a little more than the other neighbors. They just tried to appear happy, but anyone, especially Eil, could see through that facade. Her parents were still concerned about money. Winter came, and while she didn’t necessarily enjoy her work, she did as much as she could to bring in extra income. It wasn’t enough, though. Her parents sold the half of their farm containing the hay fields that December. Eilonwy knew it hurt her father to see it go. He’d slaved over the land as much as he could until he had to actually get a job, and it was probably because of that job that the hay wasn’t bringing in as much profit. But it wasn’t just the hay’s lack of profit. The house, barn, and tools were getting run down. They clearly had to sell the fields; it was just the obvious choice. Eil was just happy that they still kept the sheep pastures, barn, and their home, and while she couldn’t operate machinery with Jack anymore and there wasn’t as much land to race Alcatraz over, she made the best of it. During these times, Eilonwy also had Tucker for support too. He often came over and participated in the evening and afternoon chores, and he practically spent the whole of winter break with her family. In January, Eilonwy found a better job. The old one had just involved sewing, cooking, and dusting, but the new one involved more of the farm work that she enjoyed. The pay was the same, and she decided to work both jobs at the same time. Thus, she did housework in the morning and farm work in the afternoon. Eilonwy spent her evenings as normal, most of the time sleeping out in the barn with Winnie and the cats cuddled up next to her. This routine brought in extra income, but once again, cuts needed to be made. Sulwyn and Finn were both let go that year, putting a ton of pressure onto Eilonwy’s shoulders. She felt that she was failing at helping her parents, and now with the extra amount of farm work to do, she couldn’t see how she’d be able to manage it all. Tucker started helping her in the evenings for free, and between him, her, Tomas, and Jack, Eilonwy started to feel like she could do it again. She got through the winter with their help, and when spring came again, her parents seemed much less worried than they had been. Her father had received a promotion from work, and it appeared that Eilonwy wouldn’t have to work anymore. At the dinner that her mother had made in celebration, Eilonwy blurted out that she hoped this didn’t mean she had to go back to school. Tucker had attended this dinner as well, laughing when she said it. Fortunately for Eil, her parents would’ve rather she stay home and manage the farm, learning on her own time from the books her father brought her. Eil grinned. Things couldn’t be looking more up. That summer, Eilonwy started speaking Italian and Latin again in her spare time, and she even taught Alcatraz to respond to commands in both languages. She also studied math and science, which was what occupied most of the time she allotted to school. As far as English went, she and her father agreed that reading the old classics he brought her counted enough. So, every summer morning, she woke up with the rooster, milked the cows and fed the animals with the farmhands, made breakfast, studied school in the barn, exercised the horses, cooked lunch, spent time sewing patches or new clothes for herself, read for a while, prepared dinner, helped with the evening chores, played poker with the farmhands, and sat up late in the barn whittling, reading, or talking to Winnie. Tucker came around less often, and her parents decided to put her in charge of the farmhands officially. That meant she’d schedule their chores and give them their pay. She hardly minded taking it on; Eilonwy had grown more and more responsible, less and less wild in the past year. She realized that not every problem could be solved by sneaking out of the house and running away on Alcatraz. That July, after she’d dismissed the farmhands for the day and hoisted herself up onto Alcatraz, she rode out to spend some time to herself. She kept Alcatraz at a canter, not seeing the need to race him as she did when she was younger. Eilonwy still did have her wild spirit, but she’d just been a little bit more tamed with responsibilities than she ever had in the past. She came back just after dark, and it was all unnaturally quiet.

[Crabby Constance]

Eilonwy V. Masters - Part Four

Biography Cont’d: Eil left the horse in the barn, walked up into the house, and saw both her parents lying on the floor, dead. Their blood had stained the wood, and after she saw this, she stumbled to the backdoor. She would’ve sworn that she saw Andreas walking away in the distance, a gun in his hand. That night, she sobbed and cried herself to sleep in the barn. Her life was gone, all of it. Her parents were dead, murdered. Eilonwy hardly slept that night, scaring all the cats and animals to the far corner of the barn with her cries and screams. The next morning, she slept on and off, only waking to cry of the horrible realization. If only she’d been home not riding Alcatraz, she could’ve saved her parents. She could’ve saved the farm, her life, the animals. Eilonwy knew none of it mattered now. That night, she dragged herself up and climbed in through her window, not daring to go back into the front of the house. She stuffed as many of her pants, shirts and sewing materials as she could. Then, she picked out her favorite books, and gently set them under all the clothing. Eilonwy shoved her boots onto her feet, crammed a thick blanket into her pack, filled another part of her bag with food from the barn, and stashed what little money they had in their house at the bottom of everything. She pulled herself back onto Alcatraz after saying tearful goodbyes to all of the animals, and raced off into the night.
For the next six months, Eilonwy’s life was a mix of sleeping, riding, and finding the occasional piece of food for her and Alcatraz. On the special occasion that she found a deserted barn, she usually stayed there for several days, but her spirit was extremely restless and she found herself wanting to move on as quickly as she came. Her sleep was also riddled with nightmares, mainly of her parents and Andreas. She had a huge mound of guilt building in her heart. If she’d been there, she could’ve persuaded Andreas not to hurt them. She knew him. They’d been friends. She’d wake to find herself crying, panting, sweating, or sometimes even screaming. And when she did wake, she hopped on Alcatraz and raced him as fast as he could go. The wind had a calming effect on her, and she rode until she stopped crying. Things improved after a while though, when she spent the night in a barn she assumed to be deserted. At first glance, since everything was covered in dust, especially the tools, Eilonwy figured it’d be a great place to spend the night. But the next morning, a couple a little younger than her parents had been offered her breakfast and a place to stay, for whatever reason she needed one. She never did tell them what had happened to her; it felt too painful to speak about. But she gratefully accepted the meals and feed for Alcatraz. Eilonwy promised to return the favor by working on their farm for the rest of the day, and by the time dinner arrived, she couldn’t refuse the aching hunger in her stomach. Thus, she spent about three weeks going on in the same way. She felt obligated to return their kindness, but part of her also wanted to be around people. For the past three months, she’d been alone, and the company kept her there for longer than she planned. It turned out the couple used to have a daughter, and they let Eilonwy sleep in the girl’s room. Almost everything was pink, and while it was nothing like her own room, she found it comforting in a strange way. Every night, she slept on top of the covers and her nightmares came less and less often. Eil’s wild-child spirit returned gradually too, and she found herself racing Alcatraz for the thrill of it rather than trying to cease her sobs. Soon, however, once her guilt was pushed into the back of her mind, she brought it right back out again. She felt that she was being disloyal if she didn’t mourn her parents, if she didn’t feel guilty for not being there when they were killed. Eilonwy hashed all this out at the worst time possible: in the middle of the night when she couldn’t sleep. The next morning, she announced that she was leaving. The couple seemed almost saddened by this, and part of Eilonwy felt relieved that there wouldn’t be any more forced conversations. But, after reluctantly eating breakfast, she mounted Alcatraz and sped off. For the next month, she continued on like she did at first, but just a little less extreme. She found that her parents receded from her mind more and more, as did the guilt. But every now and then, she’d remember when she couldn’t sleep and she set her mind to move on the next day. At last, Eilonwy came on a rural area with plenty of farmland, sort of like her old home. She decided to stay in the area at least for the time being, using an old, deserted barn that was on the brink of falling down as her home. It was mostly perfect. There was some old feed for Alcatraz, extra blankets, old classic books like some of the ones her father used to bring her, and no one around. Every night, Eil climbed up to the loft and fell asleep on a pile of hay under her blankets. After a week, Eilonwy woke to the sounds of someone else in the barn. It was a girl about her age, with brown hair swept into a ponytail, hazel eyes, and dressed in old, patched clothes like her. She introduced herself as Hailey, saying that she’d been living in this barn for a while now and that Eilonwy was welcome to stay. Eilonwy, though a little uncomfortable at being with the girl, let her curiosity get the better of her and said that she’d remain at least for now. The girls gradually got to know each other better each evening, since both of them were out and about in the day and only came back to the barn at night. Hailey loved books, writing, sewing, cooking, housework, and all things that required the patience that Eil lacked. Eilonwy was like the exact opposite, but somehow the two got along. It was definitely different than other friendships, especially since neither pried or really asked much about the other. They had a mutual understanding, too. Eilonwy slept in the loft, normally reading her books until she fell asleep or sewing patches onto her clothes, and Hailey slept down on the floor in a huge mound of hay and blankets, where she sewed quilts, clothes, or read her own books, too. While their personalities were quite different, they shared a love for many of the same things, including botany and books, and their circumstances were very similar too. They kept on with their same routine, and Eilonwy even started searching for jobs so she could buy food for her and Alcatraz, as well as fabric to replace the torn patches of clothing she hadn’t yet repaired. From what she gathered, Hailey loved gardening, and even had several vegetables out in a small patch of land by the barn. She and Hailey started combining their efforts for meals after the first week, with Eilonwy doing the odd job for spare cash or sometimes even just change and Hailey caring for her garden. The next two weeks continued on in the same way, and after staying up late one night talking about their favorite stories, both silently agreed that things would stay the same here. That was the other thing they had in common, though: they were both extreme night owls. Soon, they fell into an even better routine. Hailey, seeing how dirty Eil’s clothing was, volunteered to wash her things with her own laundry, and in return, Eilonwy found an old pot that had been tossed out in the garbage that they could use to make soups for dinner. With both contributing now, they lived their silent life in the old barn and enjoyed celebrating their new discoveries with each other. Hailey also had a cat named Cheerio, who always slept down next to her and ran off hunting in the day. The week that she realized it had been exactly six months since her parents had died was the day she started to think it was okay to not mourn them constantly or punish herself with guilt. Her friendship with Hailey and her life in the barn had completely distracted her from her former life, and while she would never be fully healed, she was at least not quite blaming herself as much as she did at first. Eventually, after another month or two, she was kidnapped and brought here to be a slave with Hailey.
Important Miscellaneous Information: She is fairly new here, and has quite the rebellious personality - meaning she’s going to be an awful slave.

[Dark Angel, Queen of the Silver Mist]

Lonny is approved. <3

[the_rabid_snail]

Full Name: Fahari Geneva Talya
Age: 19
Title: None
Gender: F
Sexuality: Heterosexual

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Role: Slave to Lady Allura
Court: Unseelie
Thoughts on the Treaty: “I’m very glad the war is finally over. I hope the prince and princess are happy together too...”

Family:

Twin brother: Lanos Talya

Biography: Fahari was the second child and only daughter born to her parents. Her older sibling was her twin brother, Lanos, who was born only a few minutes before she was. But when she was born, she was very weak. Something was wrong with her heart, and though she survived, she remained small and fragile. Lanos always made sure to protect her and look after her as best he could.
She could never run and play with Lanos like she wanted to and was usually forced to stay home, though sometimes she sat outside in the yard or wandered down to the river close by. Lanos always scolded her when he found her roaming around as she usually got lost and too fatigued to find her way home. Lan would then pick her up once he was strong enough and carry her home where she would be further reprimanded by her parents for sneaking off.
Fahari’s father instilled in her and her brother a strong belief in faeries. Her father and brother always carried something made of iron on them and a bit of rowan. Fahari refused to carry iron weapons or to wear rowanberries. She was simply too sweet and naïve to realize that many of the fae would harm her even if she was nice and polite to any she encountered.
Every night, she left out a few crumbs of her meager dinner by the oven door for the household spirit and never failed to offer something up on the river banks to the river spirits when she was in the area. Although the fae always stayed out of sight, she knew they were there and did not fear them like her father and brother. Her mother had called all of it nonsense until she died of sickness and consistently tried to stop Fahari from leaving offerings for the spirits. Fahari mourned the death of her mother, even though they hadn’t gotten along very well, for she was a sweet and gentle soul and loved everyone.
Even after her mother’s death, Fahari continued to appease the fae spirits unhindered. Her father and brother still urged her to be more wary, telling her that the fae were cruel and would hurt her, but she waved off their concerns. If she respected and did nothing to hurt the fae, they would not harm her. Or so she believed anyway. Anytime Lanos or her father told her tales of humans being killed or tormented by the fae, she simply told them that the humans had probably done something to deserve it whether it be that they disrespected the fae or hurt one of them or trespassed where they shouldn’t have. Lanos and her father grew increasingly frustrated by her adamant stance that the fae were all good creatures, but neither of them knew how to convince her otherwise.
Sadly the event that opened her eyes to the reality of the fae was not a happy one in the end. She caught sick and became increasingly ill, probably due to the heart problems she was born with. Lanos hardly left her side, praying and praying for her to recover. However, she only grew worse and came ever closer to death’s door despite everything her brother did to try to take care of her.
After a few weeks of barely clinging on, she somehow found just enough strength to make her way to the oven to talk to the household spirit. When Lanos found her, he picked her up and started to carry her back to bed, but she didn’t want to go and began to cry. Lan set her back down next to the oven and draped a blanket over her frail shoulders to keep her warm. Being only a child, Lanos didn’t know what to say, so Fahari spoke first. She told him how certain she was that she was nearing the end of her life and how much of a gift her life with him as her brother had been. Of course, Lan didn’t accept it, but she just kept talking and somehow convinced him to take her one more time to the river.
Once on the riverbank, she laid down an offering at the water’s edge and sat in silence with her twin brother by her side. The river seemed unsettled tonight and lapped up onto the grass more and more. Lanos tried to pull her away, but she shook her head. “I love you, Lanos. I’ll come back someday,” was the last thing she said as she threw herself into the river and at the mercy of the river spirits. Lan tried to dive in after her, but the spirits whisked her away far out of reach and brought her to Elfame.
When she next awoke, she was well again, and she felt different. Not much stronger, but healthier somehow. Perhaps the river spirits had healed her. She had woken up near a river, but the landscape was completely foreign to her. She had no idea where she was. At least until an elf appeared and ordered her to come with him, at which point she realized she was in Elfame.
At first she was excited and overjoyed, peering around every corner and drinking in the sights, sounds, and smells. When she was handed off to a very lovely fae who she was told was named Allura, she was still all curious and delighted. Being a little girl, all she had dreamed of was to see the land of the fae for as long as she could remember. However, she came to learn that she was to be a slave to Lady Allura, and while she was not entirely opposed to the idea, it was not the life she had imagined in Elfame. She resolved to be as a good a servant as she was able: dutiful, respectful, hard-working, and obedient. But even though she tried her absolute hardest, sometimes there was no pleasing Lady Allura, and she was punished harshly or even tortured. As the years went by, she grew somewhat used to it but never tried to escape, though she wished often that she had just died and not been saved by the river spirits. Now, over a decade later, she’s 19 and still just as dutiful, respectful, hard-working, and obedient a slave as ever, though a bit more depressed than she was when she first became a servant at the age of 7.

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[Dark Angel, Queen of the Silver Mist]

Love her! Approved! .:)

[Crabby Constance]

Hailey L. Pennington - Part One

Name: Hailey Louise Pennington
Title: None
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual

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Role: Slave to Elysande
Court: Seelie
Thoughts on the Treaty: “I’m so confused, but I know many people think that this is for the best.

Family:

Parents: Sullivan and April Margaret Pennington

Siblings: Aileen May, Annie Beth

Aunts: Sarah June Hudson, Cassie Lee Beaumont, Jean Opal Lyon, Amelia Grace Martin, Genevieve Pennington, Beatrice Pennington, Delilah Holt

Uncles: Daniel Hudson, Jacob Beaumont, Jonah Quincy Lyon, Joshua Martin, Horace Pennington, Melvin Pennington, Amos Holt

Cousins: Lola Desiree, Joseph Huck, Adam Jude, Joel Steven, and Carrie Lynn Hudson; Elias Aaron, Simon Drew, and Janey Beth Beaumont; Leah Jo, Mary Adalee, Posy Rue, Jenny Grace, Sadie Fern, and Susan Quincy Lyon; William Josiah, Freddie Charles, Charlotte Lou, Angelina Rose, and Cecelia Claire Martin; Rosalina Pennington; Roscoe Dwight, Pepper Violet, Jessie Aurellia, Mercer Knox, Harper Daisy, and Piper Jo Pennington; John Patrick, Virginia Dixie, Hazel Amanda, Riley James, Stella Brynn, and Tabitha Anne Holt

Biography: Hailey grew up on the Pennington family farm because her eldest uncle Horace decided to get all uppity and self-important. Apparently, he was “much too brilliant for the life of manual labor,” so he took his wife Genevieve, daughter Rosalina, and sped off to the city where the rest of the family has never seen him since. So her father Sullivan inherited the farm, married April Margaret, and settled down to raise a family.
The farm was solely based on animals and their products, and April Margaret also sold various vegetables and fruits from her well-off garden. April had a green thumb, and any plant did beautifully under her care. Meanwhile, when she was old enough, Sullivan began teaching Hailey how to take care of the animals. Eventually, she became responsible for feeding the chickens and gathering their eggs, throwing slops out to the pigs Chopin and Clara Schumann, filling up all the watering troughs, feeding the turkeys, geese, donkeys, and cows, as well as checking on the alpacas. As their only kid, she also received the privilege of naming most of the animals with her parents. The turkeys her father named Buckshot and Dusty even though Hailey wanted to name them something nicer, but Sullivan won out on that one. April and Hailey then named the geese without him: Maple, Marigold, Lucky, and Penelope. Sullivan proceeded to name the donkeys without them in return, so they ended up being called Apache, Lakota, Cheyenne, and Sioux. The next naming involved Hailey’s extensive betrayal to April, and she and Sullivan decided to dub the cows Moonshine, Cider, and Bonnie. April was astounded at this one, and she issued a truce that ended the secret namings. Together, they called the horses Ginger, Almond, Cedar, Hickory, and Holly, the goats Strawberry, Peaches, Tangerine, Peony, and Pansy, the mules Butterscotch and Beer, the alpacas Nixie, Chamomile, and Sable, and the dogs Diesel, Moxie, Thistle, Blaze, and Marsh. During this time, April and Sullivan were also teaching Hailey to read. Her first books were Beatrix Potter’s, and she was so proud of her new ability that she named their stray barn cats Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail. Sullivan had commanded her not to feed them or name them, but she kept slipping bowls of milk to them no matter what. He eventually gave up once the cats made themselves at home. They would lay with the dogs on the sunny porch all day long, and young Hailey would often join them. Blaze especially loved her, and the two were always together.
Around this time or just before, her parents broke the news that she was going to have a little brother or sister. Their enthusiasm couldn’t counter Hailey’s distaste for that statement, but under Sullivan’s command she helped her mother pick out patterns for clothes, go on trips into town in their wagon to buy a few things they’d need for the baby, and dust off the items Sullivan brought down from the attic. Most of the things they used were from Hailey’s babyhood, which April enjoyed pointing out to her and reminiscing in. After all this preparation, Hailey watched from the background and sort of receded into herself. She was always nearby with Blaze, but much quieter. She stood peeking inside her parents’ bedroom as the midwife carried the newborn little girl to her father’s arms, and how happy her mother looked. They decided to name her Aileen May - without Hailey. Her father also taught her how to milk the cows and feed the horses and mules since Aileen May was a handful. In addition, April had her manage the garden sometimes because she could barely get out of the house, but Hailey was too young to be any good at it. Two years later, Annie Beth was born, and Hailey performed every single chore her father did by his side, as well as a few others. She even watched Aileen May and Annie Beth inside sometimes so her mother could garden. She learned to sew solely for the purpose of helping April make clothes for her younger sisters and the rest of the family. The only time she ever practiced reading was to tell her younger sisters a bedtime story, which she found helped them sleep better, and ultimately her too since the three of them shared a room. Reading was really going to be the extent of her education. Neither of her parents knew enough to properly teach her things, and they needed her help too much to send her to school.
Of course, with Annie Beth’s birth, a slew of relatives arrived to see her, and Hailey could barely survive in the mounds of cousins, uncles, and aunts that visited in the following months. Her father’s younger brother and sister, Melvin and Delilah, were the first to appear. Melvin brought his wife Beatrice and six children, practically throwing Hailey and Aileen May out of their own bedroom. The eldest of Melvin’s was Roscoe Dwight, the biggest brat of all time. He bullied Hailey endlessly, as well as his younger siblings, Pepper Violet, Jessie Aurellia, Mercer Knox, Harper Daisy, and Piper Jo. The two youngest sisters were Hailey’s favorite, mainly because they were too little to do much of anything. She also didn’t mind Pepper, but this cousin was very quiet and reclusive so they never did spend much time together. The same went for her Aunt Delilah and Uncle Amos’ kids. John Patrick, Virginia Dixie, and Hazel Amanda were a few years older than her and left her to herself. Riley James was actually her age, but he spent his time fooling around with Aileen May and Mercer Knox. And of course, their two youngest Stella Brynn and Tabitha Anne were too little for anything. As soon as Sullivan’s siblings left, her mother’s eldest sister came trailing in with her snobby bunch of children. Out of all Hailey’s relatives, her Aunt Sarah June and her kids were her least favorite. Lola Desiree, the oldest, couldn’t receive enough praise, and her younger brothers Joseph, Adam, and Joel Steven spent the visit making Hailey’s life harder by refusing to leave her alone with her work. Only baby Carrie didn’t irritate her to high heaven. Lola Desiree also constantly teased Hailey for being “uneducated.” Apparently, Aunt Sarah June believed in sending her kids to school and always judged her mother for not doing so. Lola, therefore, made it her job to never let Hailey live it down. She’d purposely ask questions to trip her up and embarrass her, at which Sarah June would chuckle at. Nobody could scold her, but April hinted that it was high time for them to leave on several occasions. April Margaret was completely exhausted. Sarah June reigned as the least helpful sister, so she rested her feet all day while April Margaret slaved after her baby, the garden, Sarah’s kids, and the kitchen. Eventually, Cassie Lee - April’s favorite sister - hitched up her wagon, drove down to the Pennington farm, and told Sarah to get lost in not many nicer words than that. This was now the new gossip of the family, but Cassie Lee did not care and made that known.
Since the Beaumonts lived fairly close, they didn’t invade Hailey’s household, which was much appreciated. Instead, Cassie Lee made sweet tea and plenty of meals for the family, and she also sent her three children to keep Hailey and her sisters company. Her mother’s three younger sisters actually all lived nearby, thankfully. Jean Opal brought her herd of six daughters one afternoon, though Hailey seemed poor next to them. Each young girl was well-read and had the best manners, which April Margaret pointed out five billion times. Every one of Jean’s daughters wore prim, neat dresses and white aprons, and they each wore shoes. Shoes: the thing Hailey had never worn her entire life. They could’ve been quite nice, she admitted, but she felt too inferior and therefore distanced herself automatically. Leah Jo was the eldest of the bunch, acting like a mother hen to all of them. Mary Adalee had been crippled since birth and walked everywhere with a crutch, but the way the adults talked about her, she seemed like the kindest old soul there ever was. Posy Rue and Jenny Grace were wildly playful, always begging others to join in their games, so they too were sweet little angels. And finally, Sadie and Susie were the babies of the family, and just “darling,” as Leah Jo felt the need to say every time she introduced them to anyone. Her mother’s youngest sister, Amelia Grace, was quite the same, though apparently she never disciplined her oldest sons Will and Freddie because they acted like misbehaved rascals any time they visited. Her daughters Charlie Lou, Angelina, and Cece must’ve been bundles of joy to Amy Grace since she praised them and used up every second worrying if Charlotte Lou stained her apron, or if Angelina fell down, or if Cece was hungry. Hailey did think the girls were cute, but she’d never admit it. She was too jealous of how much attention Aunt Amelia Grace gave each of them. Her parents had rarely ever worried about her, at least not like that. Was she really that unloveable? Maybe it was her own fault for trying to be an easy child. Perhaps if she turned into a boisterous loudmouth like Charlie Lou or Aileen May her parents would care about her more.
So in comparison to all her other relatives, her Aunt Cassie Lee was a particular favorite. Her children were quite well-behaved and they were independent like her, so the Beaumonts were enjoyable overall. Simon Drew, Cassie Lee’s middle son, actually became her best friend. He’d drag his elder brother Elias and little sister Janey Beth down to the Pennington farm to visit frequently until his mother let him go on his own. Then, he and Hailey Louise spent hours with the horses together, grooming them, riding them, feeding them. Simon also was very partial to books and puzzles, and since he was a much better reader than her, Hailey’d make him read aloud to her for hours on end in the afternoons. This way she could enjoy the stories more instead of going through the books as fast as her reading skills permitted - which wasn’t very fast at all. Whenever he came, they’d climb up in the barn loft or sit on the floor, and Simon would read in his calming voice while Hailey sewed or worked. Simon was like an older brother to her, almost. He’d offer his advice, defend her, listen to her, or comfort her. The latter she especially needed since she didn’t receive much of that from her parents. Her mother’s youngest sister, Amelia Grace, was the only aunt good at that either, and she - despite living close by - didn’t come around often enough for that.

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Hailey L. Pennington - Part Two

Biography Cont’d: So Simon ended up being the one who knew her guarded secrets, insecurities, struggles, and feelings. As Hailey had gotten older too, she really did feel stupid. Simon was an amazing reader, and so was Aileen May. Her cousins Lola Desiree, Joseph, Adam, Joel, and Carrie Lynn all had extensive educations, and planned to go on to college. Then, there was Hailey in the midst of all of it: a poor farm girl who worked all day and was barely any good at reading. She was not close with her parents at all, nor with her sisters, and she eventually just felt like their oldest child who was practically a farmhand. In the end, Simon visited more often to ease her loneliness, and he even slept over if his mother allowed it. They obviously needed his help on their own farm, but during certain empty summer days he’d sleep in the Pennington barn loft, or if he got stranded over there on an icy winter night, he’d crash on a couch in the house. As Janey Beth grew up too, she was able to handle more chores and he would stay with the Pennington’s for a few days at a time. Out in the country with no schools, they were each other’s only real friend, and thus spent a ton of time together. Hailey loved running down to the river with him as well, where they splashed around and eased the ache of the sun during heat waves. Over time, being by the river was one of her favorite places. She’d venture there if she was upset, unbelievably happy, or even if she just needed some peace and quiet. The sound of the water and the feel of it on her feet was just the thing to help her process whatever emotions she had at the time. Of course, her other favorite places were in the barn in evenings when nobody else was there, or out riding on either of her horses, Hickory or Holly. She also enjoyed quieter activities like sewing, knitting, or drawing, but her house did not fall under her list of calming places for this. Instead, she spent most of her time in the barn loft for these pasttimes. Her home was simply too noisy for Hailey’s tastes, and she didn’t even have her own room. In her teen years, she strayed away from it, also avoiding the emptiness she felt there. The persistent feeling of not belonging plagued her throughout her teens, too. She knew at heart that a farm was where she wanted to be, but just not this one or this family. It didn’t help that she felt completely guilty for having these thoughts. So instead, she distracted herself. She’d pick projects, things to fix or to learn. Through this, she mastered gardening, drew a collection of landscape sketches of barns or farmhouses, sewed and knitted some pretty aprons, dresses, trousers, and shirts for herself and her sisters, repaired anything that was falling down, and spoiled the animals with attention. By the time she was thirteen, she’d also explored every inch of their property - and farther. Hailey loved riding Hickory into the woods, and just walking until she absolutely had to go back. There was some sort of lure to adventuring out with no responsibilities. Of course, she was reminded of her responsibilities eventually, which always put a downer on her day. It felt like there were so many things she longed to do, but couldn’t. She really wished to write her own stories as well, but she could barely read, much less write correctly. Hailey knew Simon would’ve been happy to transcribe them for her, but she was too embarrassed to ask. Instead, she left them in her head and practiced drawing. It simply felt too late to learn or get better at it.
The more she isolated herself, the more she drifted from her family. At meals, she barely participated in the conversation. Of course, sometimes their parents didn’t even join the table with them because they were too busy working to make ends meet. She knew her parents’ hard work was what kept them clothed, homed, and fed, but she always wished that perhaps they might actually spend time with her. However, she kept pushing people away, even Simon from time to time. Hailey had grown into an independent young girl, but the feeling of alienation still pestered her. Once she ran out of proper distractions though, she started paying more attention to her family. She realized that Aileen May was completely helpless, her mother constantly spoiled Annie Beth, and her father visited the city quite often - more than he used to. She also noticed unusual tension between her parents, as well as how obliviously happy Aileen was to everything. Whatever was happening scared her, and she even began to resent her parents. They’d raised her to be very hard-working, yet her little gems of sisters were as blissfully lazy as sheep and they didn’t seem to care. Although she knew it wasn’t true, she felt as if they had no attachment to her whatsoever, and just wanted her for the manual labor. With this speculation, she remained in a constantly irritable state and wished she hadn’t started trying to enter the lives of her family members again. She refused to stop though, for whatever reason. Hailey tried spending time with her father, which was the immediate relative she was closest to. He tended to be permanently distracted unlike when she was younger, and she realized she barely knew him now. He even randomly sold the pigs Clara Schumann and Chopin with nothing but the lousy explanation of “we didn’t need them.” Hailey knew the entire ins and outs of the farm, and they definitely needed the pigs. Another time, when she was hitching up the mules for a paying neighbor to use, her father was distracted and whipped them one too many times. Through his carelessness, the mules charged at Hailey. After that terrifying experience, she refused to go near the mules again, or her father. He desperately tried to make it up to her for the first week, but after that he moved on with his life. Clearly, Hailey decided, it hadn’t meant that much to him. She started inviting her sisters to do things with her instead, and she discovered they weren’t quite the brats she’d supposed at first. Aileen May was boisterous, but she also shared Hailey’s love of adventure and animals. The two would spend hours in the barn together, and they trained Hailey’s dog Blaze to do tricks. Annie Beth was still young so she hadn’t fully reached her tween years, but she absolutely adored hearing Hailey’s stories. Eventually, it developed into a tradition to hear what Hailey had created next each night. She didn’t consider it a real story, or actually writing, but at least someone appreciated the ideas she had.
Around this time was when she blossomed out. She’d passed through her lonely, alienated phase, instead maturing into a responsible, observant young woman. Hailey seemed to find her place in the family, and with it her insecurities faded. Her relationship with her father was still marred, but she easily offered second chances to other people despite her first judgments and impressions. She was much more cheerful after her emotions evened out, considering some of the problems she encountered. Her usually pessimistic, cynical perception of things changed into a positive, happy outlook. She’d practically leap out of bed every morning to get at her chores, romp around with the animals, garden in the hot sun, spend some quiet time sewing or reading with Simon Drew, exploring with Aileen, then doing more chores, and finishing off the day with a new addition to one of her stories. Her favorite part of the day was still knitting up in the barn loft whenever Simon would bring over his books to read aloud, and she even allowed Aileen May and Annie Beth to join in after a time. Simon was in high demand for reading with the three sisters nagging at him all the time. And because of Hailey’s flowering out, she accepted the news surprisingly well that four of their cousins would be spending the summer with them. After Sadie had two seizures in the spring, Aunt Jean Opal and her husband both agreed they needed to focus on her. Of course, April Margaret extended the invitation for her four elder daughters to stay with them, and her sister hesitantly accepted. Hailey actually headed the whole operation of preparing their home. Annie Beth moved into her parents’ room, and Hailey volunteered herself and Aileen May to sleep out in the barn. She even went into town to purchase materials, foods, and treats, then sewed and embroidered a handkerchief for each cousin. When they finally arrived, Hailey was the one to offer comfort to them and made a point to discover each of their interests. Both Leah Jo and Mary Adalee were patient sewers and cooks. Mary Adalee found it hard to cook and hold a crutch up at the same time, but she did everything she could while sitting down and left the rest up to Leah Jo. The two eldest mothered their little sisters, and seemed like best friends to each other. They both had quiet natures, which Hailey appreciated about them as well. Posy Rue and Jenny Grace, the middle two of the bunch, acted rashly and playfully quite often, but clearly presented themselves as the more fun, outdoorsy, and adventurous girls compared to their other sisters. Hailey found herself participating in each of her cousins’ preferred activities, along with Aileen May and Annie Beth. She mostly connected with Posy though. Posy Rue absolutely adored horses, so she’d stay in the barn for hours with Simon and Hailey just admiring the Pennington horses. She was even more excited when Hailey learned that her mare, Holly, was pregnant. After the news, Hailey escaped to the barn as often as she could to check on her horse. She’d sit and sketch the animals for hours, especially Holly, and she’d also brainstorm names for the impending foal. With these changes, the summer passed in a blur. Soon, Hailey bid farewell to her cousins, who seemed grateful to be reunited with their baby sisters. The home seemed much quieter after they’d departed, but she couldn’t say she despised the difference. In fact, Hailey really did enjoy having her home to herself again even if she did have lots of fun with her cousins around. Of course, the onset of winter meant Hailey’d be forced to prepare their farm with her father. Hailey still felt angry at him, and she pointedly noticed how often he left in the evenings for no specific reason. She hadn’t paid much attention over the summer, but as soon as her cousins had returned home the tension between her parents appeared again. She decided to distract herself with her pregnant mare, though she also escaped more often on walks in the woods. On one such trip, she discovered a litter of tiny, abandoned kittens who couldn’t have been more than four weeks old. She brought the five of them home, and set about caring for the malnourished group. Her father scolded her for wasting so much time on animals who probably wouldn’t survive, as he put it, but she couldn’t believe that he’d say something like that. Thus, she chose to ignore his unusual, harsh words. Unfortunately, one kitten actually did die, and Hailey took it hard. She hadn’t even named them yet. For the next several weeks, she manually fed them and kept them secretly inside her room for their own warmth and health. It was much too cold out in the barn for their three tiny bodies. Eventually, she decided to call them Boots, Peridot, Snickers, and Tiny Tim. The calico kittens and the tabby really were special to her, as was her pregnant mare. In early winter, the horse foaled a healthy girl, and Hailey was ecstatic. She named it Eve, since her birth almost coincided with Christmas Eve.
Christmas in the Pennington household was a huge, celebratory occasion, and the rarity of nice gifts hardly ever dampened their spirits. Relatives visited, meaning Hailey saw her cousins Leah Jo, Mary Adalee, Posy Rue, and Jenny Grace again, along with their younger sisters and parents.

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Hailey L. Pennington - Part Three

Biography Cont’d: The Beaumonts stayed over for hours decorating, singing carols, baking, and preparing for Christmas. The constant chatter did bother Hailey from time to time, but the holidays were her absolute favorite time of year and she refused to let it affect her too much. Rather, she immersed herself in the activities with her unceasing smiles. The arrival of Christmastime meant hard work, but it also meant good business for the fruits, vegetables, bread, and treats that they sold. Her father had also converted some of their land into a tree farm a few years ago, and strangers arrived to chop down their own Christmas trees - and buy some cookies and drinks while they were at it. Hailey had been a bit shy at first, but after a time she began manning the food station with her sisters and Simon, welcoming the customers with a friendly greeting and a grin. The constant disappearances of her father was shoved to the back of her mind, though she did occasionally notice when any family gatherings occurred and he wasn’t there. He did show up for the arrival of April’s youngest sister, Amelia Grace, and her family. For this, he transformed into his chivalrous, charismatic self again, and he doted on his nieces and nephews. The Martins were actually staying for the week before Christmas, which made Hailey wonder if her father might start acting different. Even if it was just for a week, Hailey wanted the father that she had spent her childhood with. Of course, she knew not to get attached to anything like that. It wouldn’t be permanent, and afterwards, her father would return to his frequent disappearances, carelessness, and sneaking around. However, Hailey enjoyed his sudden change while it lasted. She loved watching him play with her cousins, Will, Freddie, Charlie Lou, Angie Rose, and Cece. The sight brought on tints of sadness, though. Her father hadn’t treated her like that since she was a little girl - actually, since before Annie Beth was born. Hailey couldn’t piece together what had differed in him, frustratingly enough. However, she decided to put away her worries for now, especially after Will and Freddie invited her to go to a Christmas party a few towns away with their friends. Hailey cheerfully sewed herself a flattering red dress from one of her mother’s nice patterns, and Aunt Amelia added a few embellishments to it. The day of the party, they had their first snowfall, so it was below freezing when the three left. Will graciously brought her a blanket for the ride there, and a thick coat. She and Freddie spent the trip shivering in the back of the wagon, but her cousins told her the gathering would be worth it. There, she made her first friends that weren’t part of her family. In fact, she also met her first crush, James Hammond. The boy clearly felt the same way since he made it his job to show her around and ultimately hang out with her the whole party. At the end of the night, he asked her out on a date, to which she obliged. She also left this lovely information out when recounting her night to her mom. She wouldn’t have minded telling her mother, but it was her father that she didn’t want finding out. She couldn’t really explain it, other than that she thought he might be mad. Of course, James thought it best to meet up after Christmas, so that was what they planned to do. A few days after the party, Amelia Grace and her family departed, and Hailey was right about her dad. He returned back to his distracted, absent state. Hailey mainly celebrated Christmas with Simon, her siblings, and mother. She also reported the party in detail to Simon, who seemed especially happy for her. Her excitement for her first date, combined with the birth of Eve and rescuing of kittens made the perfect Christmas. Of course, it did sour on Christmas evening. Sullivan had somehow bought very luxurious, expensive gifts, though Hailey was quite sure he didn’t possess that much money before recently. Hailey didn’t want to complain however, especially not after her father handed her a beautifully wrapped package with delicately-scented perfume. Her sisters received boxes of rich chocolates, and her mother a gorgeous, exorbitant necklace that she could find no occasion to wear it to. Aileen May and Annie Beth were gleefully ignorant, but Hailey could see her mother trying to hide a concerned, upset expression. Her father just grinned, as ignorant as his younger daughters. Later, after a splendid dinner that Hailey and April had slaved over, long after she was supposed to be asleep, she heard her mother crying outside on the porch. Nervous, Hailey crept back into bed and pretended she’d never noticed.
January brought new hopes, so the incident of Christmas was shoved to the back of everyone’s mind, except her mother’s. Several snowfalls excited the Penningtons, and the river had even frozen this year. Hailey’s first date also occurred shortly after the new year. James Hammond met her in the woods, where the two walked and conversed for hours. Hailey only liked him more, and the two made a weekly habit of meeting up for an outing. James showed her other places in town, even buying her some candy at one point. He quickly became her best friend, surpassing Simon. Seeing James was the highlight of her winter.
After returning from one such walk with him, she happened upon her foal Eve being removed from her stall by her father, and her things collected up. On inquiring about what he was doing, Sullivan simply commanded that she go in the house and stay there. Hailey refused, suddenly angry. She demanded to know why he was taking Eve, but he didn’t respond, only led the horse out of the barn. Hailey followed close behind, occasionally grabbing at Eve’s bridle. Her father kept moving. Eventually, she saw a stranger waiting by the farm’s entrance, ready with a trailer and truck. It confirmed Hailey’s guess. Her father was selling Eve. Hailey leaped at him, tackling him from behind. In surprise, he fell on his face and dropped Eve’s rope. Hailey yelled and screamed at him, her rage exploding. She desperately shouted at him to not sell her foal, but her father remained cold. After a moment, she felt someone tugging her off of him from behind. In her distraction, she hadn’t realized that April and Simon had come out of the house to see the commotion. Her father stood up, dusted himself off, and continued with Eve towards the stranger. Hailey ripped her arms out of April’s grasp then, sprinting after her dad and screaming at him. She didn’t want to lose Eve. Eve was hers. With Hailey continually impeding his sale, her father shouted at Simon and April to hold her until she stopped. Hailey slapped at her father’s face, tugged at Eve’s rope, anything to make him stop. Once Simon and April reached her though, they pulled her back and her father continued on. Hailey started fighting them, smacking each of them in her flailing. Only until Eve was in the trailer and driving off did they release her. Hailey ran after the car all the way down the Pennington’s farm road, hoping that he would change his mind, but he turned onto the concrete street. Hailey crumpled down and sobbed. Simon had followed her and squeezed her into a hug, where she cried for hours. She filled with hatred for her father, and sorrow for her foal. Simon stayed with her on the side of the road until she stop sobbing, and then he carried her back down to the farm when she was too tired for anything else. From then on, she refused to speak, eat with, or even look at her father. She just couldn’t stand him. The next month she cried on James and Simon frequently, and for the rest of it she slept. Hailey did start to feel better after a while. Her mother bought skates for the family so they could go skating on the river. She’d still kept James Hammond a secret too, and the two of them planned several excursions and occupied constant hours with each other. At one point, her mom tricked her into joining a family day at the river for skating. As soon as Hailey saw her father, she turned and walked away to leave. However, shortly after, she heard a crash of water and a yelp. Hailey ran back to see her father struggling to find her mother under the ice and pull her out. When he finally reached her shivering body, he lifted her out of the water and carried her home. The next few days, Sullivan refused to leave her side, worrying over April restlessly. Meanwhile Hailey ran the farm and mothered her little sisters. James and Simon also helped out a ton, but her parents didn’t ever notice that they were there. April did improve steadily until she was back on her feet, but about a week later she fell very sick. Hailey just continued her work and cared for her sisters, though she desperately wanted to be with her mom. James really helped support her the next month. Eventually, after a cold, restless night in February, her mother simply stopped breathing. Hailey was in tears at the loss of her mother. After that, Sullivan disappeared for several days. He returned and drunkly confessed that he was a gambler and that he’d lost the farm. Hailey felt shocked. He must’ve lost Eve too, and maybe even their pigs. And the Christmas gifts - he probably won a game and bought them with his immoral money. That night, Hailey crawled out her window and ran to the forest where she cried and sobbed her heart out until six in the morning. That was where James found her. He held her tightly while she wept more, and then until her bawling turned into a whimper. When she announced that her dad had lost their farm, he almost cried a little bit too. Neither wanted to say goodbye to each other, but both knew it needed to be done. Hailey was going to move somewhere, and her life was changing drastically. Ergo, it was necessary to end it, at least for the time being. They both shed tears as he walked her back to her home - that she realized was no longer her home. James Hammond kissed her goodbye, and as soon as he was out of sight she sat down and sobbed in the dirt quietly. About a week later, they held her mother’s funeral. She’d dressed herself and her sisters for it, taught them how to act, and told them they’d be moving as well. Luckily, they’d been asleep for her father’s drunken announcements. Another week later, they’d packed up most of their belongings. Her father sent Aileen May and Annie Beth to the Beaumonts. Hailey didn’t understand his endgame, but she was pretty sure he meant to desert them. He kept saying what a horrible father he was, and that they’d be better off with someone else. In the last few days on their farm, Hailey started saying goodbye to all the animals. It was just another hard thing she had to do. And at 3 am on their last night at home, she gathered her belongings, the kittens and Blaze, some food, and snuck out the window again. She dropped Snickers, Boots, Tiny Tim, Peridot, and Blaze off at the Beaumonts so that they could be taken care of by familiar people.

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Hailey L. Pennington - Part Four

Biography Cont’d: She returned to her farm, said her final farewells, mounted Holly, and sprinted off into the night. She needed to be away from her father. Nobody could help her with him. So, Hailey chose to leave. She traveled until she was far, far away. An abandoned barn she discovered seemed like the perfect place to stay, so she did. She lived for a month or two on her own, sometimes scouting around for a while, but always returning to the barn. Somehow, being alone was acceptably relieving to her. It felt like she could breathe. Her father was far away by now. No one could pop up and ruin her life like he did. She used her alone time working and deciding whether to be angry or sad with her father. Being angry was nicer than being sad, but it also required more energy. Either way, all other emotions were eradicated. Unfortunately, Hailey’s horse also did die, though it was much easier to deal with since her father hadn’t caused it. Holly was actually really old. Hailey held a nice funeral for her out in a field, where she crashed shortly afterwards and slept for a few days. When she returned, a girl named Eilonwy had been staying in her barn, so she offered to share the space for however long she needed. Neither talked about their past, but they became friends all the same. While Hailey gardened, cooked, and washed clothing, Lon would go off on her own and retrieve really anything they could use. Hailey grew quite skilled at repurposing things. She also bonded with a cat and named it Cheerio, caring for it along with Lon’s animals. She lived peacefully, sorrowfully, performing the necessary tasks to live with that dull, empty ache in her heart. Eilonwy seemed to understand and feel it as well, but the two simply worked together to prosper, not to cry. Neither wanted to relive their past. After several months of sadness, she was kidnapped and made a slave to Elysande. Hailey was glad to have someone tell her what to do; it helps her deal with all her depression and heartbrokenness.
Important Miscellaneous Information: She’s a tad socially awkward, but she can be very selfless and hard-working. She has had a lot of awful stuff happen before she arrived here, so she has really since stopped speaking.

[Dark Angel, Queen of the Silver Mist]

I like her! Hailey is approved. :)

[Crabby Constance]

Name: Clara Maryann Carlisle
Title: None
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual

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Role: Servant/companion to Kolfinna
Court: Unseelie
Thoughts on the Treaty: “As long as is does not affect my lady negatively, I think that treaty is a good and productive thing to prevent future wars.”

Biography: Clara’s mother, Victoria, was a sweet, but tired woman who devoted her life to caring for young kids in hospitals, especially after she received the news it’d be extremely hard for her to conceive or give birth. Her husband Markus stayed right by her side though, and eventually after five years they finally had a son. Toria and Mark were overjoyed and so grateful, but they were also quite unprepared. Tory had to stop spending so much time at the hospitals, which she hated, but she loved baby Holden nevertheless. Mark also had to get a second job to make ends meet. It was a large change to their life, but certainly a welcome one. After another five years, Clara arrived. Toria was elated. She’d expected to never give birth to even one child, much less two. Years of miscarriages - several before Holden and one after - had only reinforced the doctor’s opinion. However, Toria now had two, beautiful, blue-eyed children of her own.
Clara’s childhood was a happy one. Mark spoiled his kids constantly, even if Tory told him he’d turn them into brats. However, Tory loved her kids too much to say no to them. Clara was smart and grew quickly. She was an excellent learner, her teachers even recommending the girl skip second grade. After much deliberation on this part, Victoria and Markus agreed. Holden’s case was different though. Instead, he was embarrassedly much slower, and it was also discovered that he had several learning disabilities. As soon as he was diagnosed, Victoria pulled him out of school to teach him on her own. Clara was jealous of the attention, and the fact that she still had to go every day. Her parents explained countless times why they treated Holden differently, but their excuses left her feeling empty. It was always about Holden’s appointments, Holden’s problems, Holden’s needs. Holden could get mad and yell at her for no reason, but it was just Holden having a bad day and Clara needed to forgive him. Clara was upset at the treatment, so she immersed herself in her friends throughout junior high and in turn pretended her brother didn’t exist. She became popular, pretty, envied, and a condescending, selfish girl. During the spring of her eighth grade year, Holden fell extremely ill. She missed a whole week of school to be by his side in the hospital, and it sucked her whole personality out of her. All she cared about was her brother. She’d read to him for hours on end no matter whether he was sleeping or not, she’d bring hospital coffee to her parents, visit the other kids. In a few days, Clara had adopted the heart and spirit of her mother. Holden was diagnosed with leukemia, and Tory fell apart. The whole family lived in fear. Without Mark, both Clara and Tory might’ve completely neglected their own selves. However, most of their time was spent in the hospital with him. A few weeks later, left alone for a while at their suburban home, Clara leaned herself against their tree and cried. She begged for her brother not to be taken, claiming she’d do anything for him to live. A faerie appeared to her then, and he promised to heal him in exchange for her servitude. Clara, rendered unable to fully comprehend anything or make any sort of decision, whispered her agreement. The faerie departed, thus she believed it to be a dream. She dropped off to sleep a while later, waking up in Elfame. That day, she met Kolfinna Moonshiver, a fragile, malnourished woman that she was destined to serve in payment for her brother’s health. Clara could only praise the fact that her brother was alive and well. She served Finn dutifully, eventually becoming a close companion that went with her everywhere. Clara enjoyed the lady’s company, and she’s come to love caring and being with her. She’s now twenty-four, meaning that she’s been with Kolfinna almost twelve years.
Important Miscellaneous Information:
Clara is always nearby Kolfinna.
She has a very selfless spirit and is usually willing to help anyone, unless it interferes with her duties to Finn.
Clara also wishes that she could have a family of her own, but she knows her dream is extremely unlikely.
She’s been in Elfame for a long time, has good friends among the staff at Moonshiver Castle and is aware of how everything works here. However, she is quite removed from the conflicts between the courts or any drama that doesn’t revolve around Finn. She has a very quiet, caring personality and prefers to aid people how she can instead of getting mixed up in social standards, feuds, politics, etc.

[Dark Angel, Queen of the Silver Mist]

All approved.

[Iesha (In east shade house at...)]

The sun smiles on her for she is pure



Nyx Dazzleforest

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[Full Name:]Nyx Lily Dazzleforest
[Apparent Age:] appears 13
[Actual Age:] 22
[Title:] Daughter to Comet and Trinity Dazzleforest
[Born Gender:] Female
[Gender Identification:] Female
[Sexuality:] Heterosexual

[Role:]citizen/ mortal that appears fae
[Court:] Unseelie
Thoughts on the Treaty: 'A treaty sounds ideal. We are one race after all. I hope everyone gets alone with each other.'

[Appearance:]



[Biography:]

Nyx is a human who was found near Elfame when she was just an infant. She was raised by Comet and Trinity Dazzleforest, who couldn't birth their own child. No one knew where she came from, but the couple tried to keep her a secret only to find the king at their door. The king allowed them to raise Nyx, but there were circumstances in which they had to agree to in order to keep her. The deal was she was to marry the first born of a earthy prince and have deciding vote in everything done. This was done before the treaty in order for the Unseelie king to gain control over a section of land on Earth. They agreed and Nyx grew up among the fairies. Nyx didn't attend fairy school, but her mother made sure she received an education.

In her free time Nyx is found wandering the forest behind her house, collecting flowers for medicine reasons and talking to her wolf. She loves the sunlight and sunny days.

[Important Miscellaneous Information:]

* A large wolf follows her and even gives her rides. She calls the wolf Dagger

* She carries a book where she writes stories in her free time

* Nyx carries a dagger at her hip and a walking stick in her hand.

* She can use a little magic which isn't magic, but she has a vast knowledge in herbs and flowers. (hide spoiler)]

[Dark Angel, Queen of the Silver Mist]

Iesha (In east shade house at...) wrote: "
The sun smiles on her for she is pure




Nyx Dazzleforest


[Full Name:]Nyx Lily Dazzleforest
[Apparent Age:] appears 13
[Actual Age:] 22
[Title:] Daughter to Comet and Trinity Dazzleforest
[Bo..."

Although I love her character, it is slightly problematic for several reasons. :)

King Aodhan is a kind and understanding ruler who is very tolerant of mortals, in contrast to the Unseelie King.
In fact, King Aodhan and his Queen, Arwen, have a mortal ward themselves. Her name is Ninnia. They rescued Ninnia from abusive mortal parents, brought her into their home, gave her their surname, annointed her with royal oil and proclaimed to all that she was to be treated as a member of their family, as their daughter. Keep in mind, Ninnia is mortal too.
Aodhan is a consistant king. He would never make one rule for himself and another for someone else. If a family wanted to adopt a mortal girl, he would not force them to keep it a secret, as Ninnia's mortal heritige is not a secret. :)

[Iesha (In east shade house at...)]

Dark Angel wrote: "Iesha (In east shade house at...) wrote: "
The sun smiles on her for she is pure

What about the unseelie king and queen?

[Dark Angel, Queen of the Silver Mist]

Iesha (In east shade house at...) wrote: "Dark Angel wrote: "Iesha (In east shade house at...) wrote: "
The sun smiles on her for she is pure

What about the unseelie king and queen?"

The queen would be against it. The king would probably agree but you're right, she definitely wouldn't be allowed to go to faerie school, have the same rights as other fae etc. And she would have to hide it.

[Iesha (In east shade house at...)]

So could I change the court she's in?

[Dark Angel, Queen of the Silver Mist]

Yes, you could. :) By the way, you said the king had certain conditions. Can you elaborate on what they were?

[Iesha (In east shade house at...)]

A man except a prince can take as many wives as he wants right? I was thinking of making her marry or become the slave of someone.

[Dark Angel, Queen of the Silver Mist]

Iesha (In east shade house at...) wrote: "A man except a prince can take as many wives as he wants right? I was thinking of making her marry or become the slave of someone."

It's a Princess or a Queen that can't take multiple husbands. A King or a Prince can. However, it is a condition of the treaty that Eilidh be the only wife of Crown Heir Mihail (Crown Prince of the Unseelie Court). Any other Prince or King you could definitely try and betroth her to though! :)

[Iesha (In east shade house at...)]

Dark Angel wrote: "Iesha (In east shade house at...) wrote: "A man except a prince can take as many wives as he wants right? I was thinking of making her marry or become the slave of someone."

It's a Princess or a Q..."


I edited it. Does this make thongs better?

[Dark Angel, Queen of the Silver Mist]

So...she married a mortal Prince? Does the Prince live in Elfame with her now, or did they wipe his memory of the wedding or somehow intimidate him/scare him into not telling anyone that he (and subsequently his kingdom) are now under the control of the fae? Does she still live with her parents or does she live with her husband now? I'm curious. :)

[Iesha (In east shade house at...)]

(No she must marry the human outside of the fairy world but the treaty came putting a stop to the arrangement before it was started so she is still single wandering the fae world. She is now open to being someone's slave or wife...does this makes sense?)

[Iesha (In east shade house at...)]

She lives with her parents

[Dark Angel, Queen of the Silver Mist]

Oh! Yes that makes perfect sense! :) With her status, it would be more likely that she would become someone's wife, probably the wife of a lord of a lesser king. :) She's approved! <3 She's a great character! Sorry I asked so many questions, I just wanted to understand her better.

You can go ahead and make her house in the Unseelie territory.

[Iesha (In east shade house at...)]

It's fine. I'm glad you asked.

[Benny Boot]

Full Name: io afarit
Actual Age: 28
Title: Personal Guard
Born Gender: Male
Gender Identification: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Role: Guard of Guinevere
Court: Unseelie
Thoughts on the Treaty: "It matters not to me, they are just miserable posh pricks fighting over table scraps like dogs."
Faceclaim: Katsuyori Shibata

Appearance:

Biography: Io wasnt ever an adventurer in his earlier life, but a guard. He guarded some small village from the creatures of the woods and the armies of other cities. He was a pretty good guard too, skilled with the spear and shield. But there was a night, where a pair of kids didnt make it back to the village before nightfall, so he had to find them. He went deep into the woods and deeper still, but that night was the last night he was ever in the mortal realm, only being 20 at the time. He passed into this new world, and became deeply lost. A few days of being lost was enough for Io to call out for help, and it was recieved. Wisps of lights led him away to the woods, and directly to a horrible unseelie lord, one who he now is almost enslaved to. King Velibor told Io as payment, he was to work for this lord for 25 years, one for each wisp who brought him out of the woods, and he is currently spending it as the guard of the wife of this unseelie lord. Io hates this realm, but not the who he is currently guarding. Guinevere has been nothing but kind to him, and it makes him even more bitter about King Velibor's treatment to her anyone else around him. Something must be done, but Io dosent know what. The guard is a kind man, simple maybe, but sweet as could be. He is hardworking and almost nearly silent, as Io dosen't wish to bring the ire of the unseelie lord back down upon him. But when in quiet chambers or when helping Guinevere out, he speaks about his old life, and other small things he has as hobbies.

Important Miscellaneous Information: Io has a mark on the back of his neck, a magical burn that allows King Velibor to make sure Io keeps up his side of the contract. With but a snap it can release extreme pain and burning down the guard's back or sometimes knocknhim into a fugue state where he obeys the lord' commands without question.

[Dark Angel, Queen of the Silver Mist]

Benny Boot wrote: "Full Name: io afarit
Actual Age: 28
Title: Personal Guard
Born Gender: Male
Gender Identification: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Role: Guard of Guinevere
Court: Unseelie
Thoughts on the Treaty: "It..."

Oooh I love him! He's approved! :)
You can make his quarters in Lilim. Do you know how to do it?
Find the folder for Lilim and then make a thread that goes 'Castle de Barra: Io's Chambers' (without the quotation marks). :))

[Crabby Constance]

Full Name: Morgan Sirena Vanhorne
Nicknames: Anne
Age: 23
Title: None
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Appearance: (view spoiler)[

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Role: Slave to Aurinda Larkspur
Court: Seelie
Thoughts on the Treaty: "I think it's unfair for so many people. I don't think that the lack of war necessitates a ridiculous abundance of marriages - especially marriages between enemies. At the same time, the peace is certainly welcome. It just doesn't need to be demonstrated this way."

Family:

Parents: Francis Drake Vanhorne, Marie Vanhorne
Siblings: Magellan Hector Vanhorne, Angela Panama Vanhorne
Aunt: Isabella Vanhorne
Uncle: Ferdinand "Andy" Vanhorne
Cousin: Phyllis Chelsea Vanhorne

Biography: Morgan was born on a small island to Francis and Marie Vanhorne. Her parents owned a quaint house in the center of the island – nearby the only real settlement there. Morgan slept in a tiny, purple nursery, although she spent most of her time outdoors. Even before she reached a year old, her father brought her regularly to the beach and dipped her toes in the water.
In the following years, her two younger siblings were welcomed into the world. First came Magellan, though the family dubbed him Mal for short. Mal was even quieter than Morgan. He enjoyed finding tiny shells and bugs at the beach. Once, he snagged some seaweed from the water and tried to eat it, though Marie stopped him before it reached his mouth.
Their youngest sibling they called Angel. In contrast to Morgan and Mal, Angel was full of bubbly energy. She often visited their neighbors. Actually, one of their neighboring families was Morgan’s aunt, uncle, and their daughter, Phyllis. The children spent a lot of time at their household. Aunt Isabella had a beautiful singing voice, and she also sewed dolls for Morgan, Angela, and Phyllis. Uncle Andy had a very close bond with Mal, since they shared many of the same interests. Mal didn’t speak much. As the years passed, he barely uttered any words. In fact, the only people who had the privilege of hearing his voice were Uncle Andy, his mother Marie, and Morgan, but those occasions were rare. Thus, the whole family took it upon themselves to learn sign language and teach it to him as well.
Marie began homeschooling Morgan when she turned six. Mostly, she taught her to read. Mal usually sat next to her fiddling with his blocks while Marie practiced the alphabet with her. Francis was always gone out on the boat during the day, which meant he didn’t nearly see the kids as much. However, he often brought them home unique little trinkets he’d found. Once, he convinced Marie to let Morgan and Mal venture out with him. She slathered them in sunscreen, and then the two hopped on the boat. They spotted a few dolphins as well, inciting Morgan’s love of the animal. Aunt Isabella even sewed her a dolphin plush for her seventh birthday.
Unfortunately, their life was destroyed by a hurricane. It ripped up their houses, and during the chaos, Morgan got separated from her family. It was at that moment that a faerie appeared to her. Terrified, Morgan agreed to come with her, though she didn’t realize what she was actually agreeing to. The faerie brought her to Elfame, where she was assigned to be Aurinda Larkspur’s slave. Morgan mainly did smaller jobs, but as she got older, she was entrusted with more important tasks. She almost viewed Aurinda as a sister – if she was a sister valued less than the other. However, Morgan honestly didn’t mind. She really liked being around Aurinda. She also felt some sympathy for her, for the things that had happened to her family.
Since most of her memories involved Aurinda and the Larkspurs, she rarely missed her real family after about a year or two. Rather, she admired Aurinda and aspired to be like her. She did grow out of her fascination with being like Aurinda, though her loyalty didn’t really change. Morgan loved listening to whatever things Aurinda wanted to say. Sometimes she felt a little inadequate when Aurinda asked her for her input, although it ultimately helped her grow closer to her.
She’s spent the last few months preparing for the wedding. Morgan has been with Aurinda for over ten years, so she really wants to support her however she can, especially with this arranged marriage.
Important Miscellaneous Information:
She knows how to read, although her education was never furthered after that.
She is very quiet, which makes her a good listener, but she may not be the best at communicating. She mainly speaks when she feels she has something important to say.
She has promised to help Aurinda in any way she can, and she really wants to keep that promise.
Morgan is a bit of a pacifist.

[Dark Angel, Queen of the Silver Mist]

Morgan is perfect and I love her and THANK YOU. <3 <3 <3