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Dec 30, 2014 02:58PM

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Dec 30, 2014 04:24PM

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don't wanna be a dick, or nothin, but
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message 4: by avery ♞ do something revolutionary (last edited Dec 30, 2014 06:51PM) (new)

Dec 30, 2014 04:35PM

avery ♞ do something revolutionary (averyreadsbooks)

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Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ♧ Sʜᴀʜᴅɪᴀ. I ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ⌘ ℭυѕтσмѕ ⌘

❛ You may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated. ❜

( ɴᴀᴍᴇ ) Ariane Elizabeth Sage Bentley
( ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ ) Ariane is fine

( ᴀɢᴇ ) 18
( ᴅᴀᴛᴇ/ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ) June 19, 3:36 PM

( ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ) Female
( sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ) Heterosexual
( ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ) Crush on the prince

( ᴄᴀsᴛᴇ ) 3
↳affiliation: illéa
↳province: sumner

☾□ | ᴀᴅᴇʟᴀɪᴅᴇ ᴋᴀɴᴇ | □☽

( ʜᴀɪʀ ) Dark brown, practically black
( ᴇʏᴇs ) Deep brown
( ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ) 5' 4"
Ariane is kind and loving for the most part but can turn nasty if you get in her way. She is very ambitious. More than anything, Ariane wants to marry the prince and become queen. Despite her ambitions, Ariane is very kind to anybody who doesn't pose a threat. She can be quite cunning at times. Ariane is also clever.

( ʟɪᴋᴇs ) the prince | her triplet sisters | reading | royalty
( ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs ) the other selected girls | laziness | not getting what she wants | people who stand in her way
( sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs ) cunning | patient | dedicated | ambitious
( ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs ) has a temper | not loyal | must have what she wants
Ariane Elizabeth Sage Bentley is the daughter of James and Mary Bentley, the well-known scientists. She was born mid-afternoon on a gorgeous day in June, 5 minutes before her sisters, Olivia and Isabel.

Ariane grew up in a mid-sized home in the province of Sumner. Her parents both made quite a good living as scientists, so Ariane lived a comfortable life. However, she still dreamed of being the queen of Illéa. Her parents accepted it; what girl doesn't dream of being a princess as a child? Of course, Ariane was different from the regular girl. She focused her entire childhood on becoming a queen. Her ambition made this not only a dream, but a mission.

When Ariane was a teenager, she'd learned a lot. She knew that becoming a queen was mostly a matter of luck and then skill. Ariane isn't dumb, and knew that the odds of her getting picked for the Selection were slim to none. Her dream had faded but not disappeared.

When Ariane was 18, she got the opportunity to enter the Selection. She was excited to enter, but knew that there was no way she might actually get picked. Then, one fateful Friday night, she was watching the Report with her parents. Only half paying attention, Ariane wasn't looking at the tv. Suddenly, her mother shrieked. Ariane had been picked! As if someone had switched on a lightbulb, Ariane's mindset became entirely focused. She must win the heart of the prince!

( ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ) ⁓ James Bentley ▹ 7/10
( ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ) ⁓ Mary Bentley ▹ 8/10
( sɪsᴛᴇʀ ) ⁓ Isabel Bentley ▹ 10/10
( sɪsᴛᴇʀ ) ⁓ Olivia Bentley ▹ 10/10

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Dec 30, 2014 04:40PM

tyler character ~~friendship for this adorable puppy is reserved by kiks~~
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Dec 30, 2014 04:41PM

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❝ Summer evening breezes blew ❞

ᴀsᴛʀɪᴅ ᴀᴜʙʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ʜᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴀʏ ▹ ᴀɢᴇ 17 ▹ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ɢɪʀʟ ▹ ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 29ᴛʜ
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ʜᴇᴛᴇʀᴏsᴇxᴜᴀʟ ▹ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ▹ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴠɪʀɢɪɴ (ᴅᴜʜ) ▹ ᴛᴡᴏ ▹ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴅᴏᴍɪɴɪᴄᴀ

sᴛᴀɴᴅs ᴀᴛ 5'8 ▹ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴘᴀʟᴇ sᴋɪɴ ᴛᴏɴᴇ ▹ ʙᴜʀɴs ɪɴ sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ▹ ɴᴏ ғᴀᴄɪᴀʟ ʜᴀɪʀ
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ʙʀᴏᴡɴ ᴇʏᴇs ▹ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ʙʟᴏɴᴅᴇ ʜᴀɪʀ ▹ ғᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ɴ ᴄᴀsᴜᴀʟ ᴀᴛᴛɪʀᴇ ▹ ᴄᴜʀᴠʏ sʜᴀᴘᴇ ▹ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀs ᴀ ғᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ

ᴄʟᴇᴠᴇʀ ▹ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇʀ ▹ ʙʟᴜɴᴛ ▹ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ▹ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ▹ ᴀᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏᴜs ▹ sʟʏ
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ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟᴇᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ▹ ᴇɴᴄʜᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ▹ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ sᴍᴀʀᴛ ▹ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʜᴏɴᴇsᴛ ▹ ɪɴǫᴜɪsɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ▹ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

▌▍▎✖ The Public Side

There is no difference between the way Astrid acts at home and the way she acts towards the cameras. Her father being a very successful Politician and her mother a famous model who had won an unbelievable amount of beauty pageants. She comes across as blunt, competitive and charming, and those are also her top three traits. See, Astrid is not mean. She is not nice. She is ambitious, and will treat you how she sees you as deserving to be treated. She isn't castist, but she doesn't necessarily appreciate the company of the lower castes either. And in all honesty, she prefers the company of boys to that of girls. Astrid enjoys leading, leading a team, leading one person on a hike, as long as she's in charge, she's game. Her public figure has to be involved with boys- and she plays them well. Stealing their hearts, then flinging them away. Makes good headlines, her parents say. Her temper is that of an avalanche- she had the looks to charm, but deep down she is more serious and dangerous than one would think. From the surface, she's quite steady and even a bit captivating. However, if one catches Astrid at the wrong time, she can be a real pain in the neck. When she plans her attack, it comes subtly and with much calculation. And her meticulousness and perfectionism is furiously unmatched.

▹ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ɪᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ...
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▹ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀs ʙᴏʀɴ?

It's hard to escape the cameras- and Astrid knows this better than many. She was born on a day Dominica was experiencing a major heat wave. Was she born in a hospital? No. For once her mother and father didn't want the paparazzi following them around everywhere. And a midwife? No drugs, and that was a problem for her mother- 'I'll be wrinkle prone then' her mother had argued. Astrid ended up being born in a hospital, however. And the paparazzi didn't follow for once as her father did a private sale to buy a car especially for the occasion. And so on that painstakingly unusually hot November day in Dominica, Nina Holloway; Illéa famous model gave birth to one child, and lost another.

May God always curse the paparazzi, her mother would say all of the time after the car accident that killed Astrid's older-sister-to-be, Serena, and left everyone else unharmed except for cuts and bruises.

Growing up without an older sister didn't change Astrid's course of life but made her gorgeous and famous mother a total wreck. Drug addicted and almost completely emotionless, she had a complete transformation that seemed to only go away when the spotlight was on her. Her father stayed the same.

At first, the media was always on Serena's death, ignoring Astrid. But as the girl grew older and began to realize how important the media was to her wealth, she did what her mother had long been encouraging since she'd turned thirteen. Started snagging a few boys, breaking them, flinging them around until they were as useless as a torn elastic band. It was a habit of hers- a habit of the well known Holloway name.

Astrid didn't go to a public school, she went to an expensive boarding school until she was fifteen. Two years was all it took for her to get kicked out one way or another, but this didn't stop Astrid from resuming her 'wild' ways once back at home. Her father did his fancy negotiations thing with the headmaster and her being expelled was never known to the public.

Then at home, outside of school Astrid danced herself to death. Jazz, tap, ballet, hip hop.. almost everything. It kind of was a way of relaxing herself from the stress play toy her life had become. And she was ever so good at it.. she had been doing modelling as a career, but now she was training to become a professional dancer. It helped her when her mother committed suicide, as well.

When she got the news she had just been dancing on one of Dominica's white sand beaches with one of her many boy toys. At first, she just laughed. Ran into the waves and submerged herself underwater completely. It helped her hide her tears from the public, even if all of that saltwater later gave her an eye infection.

Astrid had always been a daddy's girl. He was the only one in her family who actually set some time aside to spend with her despite his ever so busy job. He taught his little girl how to fight. Emotionally, physically, all of that stuff. She later learned that it was because he wanted her to win the Selection. And those fighting lessons would make great publicity when she got into catfights; no?

So when she entered and got in, she was surprised, but her father was not. She was surprised, but the public was not. She packed some dresses, a small knife- you never know when you may need it, her father had said- as well as photos of her, her father, and every single one of the boys she's ever dated for more than a week. And now she's in it to win it.

No matter how many catfights it takes.

▌▍▎✖ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ : : Richard Holloway
▌▍▎✖ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ : : Nina Holloway
▌▍▎✖ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ sɪsᴛᴇʀ : : Serena Holloway

( likes include sweets, boys, the color blue, sour candy and beaches )

( dislikes include beer, the paparazzi, the color pink, bananas and rainy days )

( strengths include independence, her intelligence, her appearance, and running )

( weaknesses include temper, inability to listen, her impatience, and accepting help )

❝ drawing voices deep from you ❞

Laura Palmer | | Bastille

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message 7: by Katlyn (new)

Dec 30, 2014 06:13PM

〈 ♣ 〉 ғɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ ᴅᴇʟɪɢʜᴛs wrote: "don't wanna be a dick, or nothin, but
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message 8: by Katlyn (new)

Dec 30, 2014 06:23PM

Oops LOL. That does make more sense.

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message 9: by sucre'd fiend (last edited Dec 30, 2014 08:02PM) (new)

Dec 30, 2014 06:53PM

cintia character ~~ish for kiks~~
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message 10: by sucre'd fiend (new)

Dec 30, 2014 06:58PM

name twins~

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message 11: by sucre'd fiend (last edited Dec 30, 2014 08:22PM) (new)

Dec 30, 2014 08:11PM

sky character
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message 12: by [deleted user] (last edited Dec 31, 2014 03:08AM) (new)

Dec 31, 2014 02:57AM

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Dec 31, 2014 08:31AM

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Dec 31, 2014 10:54AM

『ᴡɪᴄᴋʟɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴀsʜ ● ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ』 (wickling) | 15 comments

Ksenia Solo Character
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❝ I am a Banshee, a sign of death, ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Who brings about the very last breath. ❞
( ＭｏｒｇａｎＩｓｏｌｄｅＡｉｒｇｅｔｌａｍ )
( Meaning ) "Bright Sea Dweller" "Fair Lady" "Silver Hand"
( pronunciation ) MOR-gen eh-SOLD A-rih-gyihch-lawm
( pseudonym ) Morgaine, Morganna, Morgause, Morrigu, Morrigan
( Caste ) Five
( occupation ) ~~Adult~~ Performer
( province ) St. George
( affiliation ) Southern Rebellion
( Age ) Seven Teen Years of Age
( date of birth ) May 1st『 5/1 』
( time of birth ) 1:00 a.m.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❝ I only appear to a select few, ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

▬▬▬▬▬▬ To whom a slow death is long overdue. ❞ ▬▬▬▬▬▬

( Sex ) Female
( gender orientation ) Feminine
( sexual orientation ) Bisexual
( romantic orientation ) Biromantic
( relationship status ) Single
( crush )
( availability ) Open to claims
❝ Appearance ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Ksenia Solo ❞

( Physique ) 5' 4", 112 lbs
( hair color ) Black
( eye color ) Light blue
( vocal pitch ) High
( dominant hand ) Right
( blood type ) O Negative
( jewelry ) 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13
( Attire )
[Casual]•[Professional]•[Formal]•[Sleepwear]

❝ Personality ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ The weeping woman ❞

Morgan is a sadist, she enjoys infecting pain upon others. She can be very lewd and often makes suggested comments and can turn any situation sexual. She is very macabre. Her sense of humor is not accepted by many. Her black comedy and dark jokes unnerve most. She gives off this aura of death and vileness that makes one's skin crawl. This, along with her creepy sense of humor and eerie jokes would make anyone sane avoid her at all costs. She has a huge temper problem. Being hot headed, she's quick to anger and gets violent easily. She does not forgive, but rather seeks to get even, and thus is violently vengeful. She is an impulsive liar and is very secretive. She is rebellious and does not like being told what to do. She may be sassy, sarcastic and snarky at times. She has a spunky and haughty personality, being narcissistic and egocentric. Combining her prideful and rebellious personalities, she can be very difficult at times. She has been known to be able to be bribed with jewelry, as long as it keeps with her dark/nature theme and if it incorporates gemstones, the more likely she is to be persuaded. She is very covetous and will often barters with people until she gets what she desires. She is also very greedy and can resort to stealing.

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Day and night I scream and scream, ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
❝ I come for those who have lived so bad, those who have made many people sad. ❞
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Until your mind falls apart, at its seems. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

█ Fatal Flaw: Lust & Pride
█ Pet Peeve: Being called Megan, being touched without permission
█ Habits: Chewing on her thumb nail, biting her lip
█ Hobbies: Making toys out of bones, feathers and fur
█ Talents & Skills: Free running, climbing, acrobatics
█ Desires & Goals: To become queen
█ Accomplishments: Scaring the crap out of children
█ Failures: Getting caught scaring children
█ Embarrassments: Waking up in an alley after drinking too much
█ Addictions & Obsessions: She collects animal skulls
█ Regrets: Unknown
█ Secrets: She only wants the crown
█ Fears: She is deathly afraid of mirrors in the dark

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( Preferences & Adulation )
( superiorities )

▲ Arguing
▲ Sewing
▲ Dancing

( Disgusts & Abhorrence )
( inferiorities )

▼ Getting along with others
▼ Cooking
▼ Remembering information

▬▬▬▬▬ ❝ To your mind I'll bring terrible pain, ❞ ▬▬▬▬▬▬

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ You have no hope of staying sane. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

( History )
Born to Nuada and Dana Airgetlam on the first of May, her mother fell sick shortly after the birth and never recovered. They were sixes, lowly bakers, barely getting buy. They didn't make enough money to pay for medical help, and Dana eventually died after living several years in pain. She left behind a hardened six year old with a depressed father who turned to alcohol and women to keep his mind off of his lost love.

( Family )
( Father ) Nuada Woden Airgetlam
↳ Status: Alive | Age: 55 | ❤❤❤❤♡♡♡♡♡♡

( Mother ) Dana Freya Airgetlam
↳ Status: Decreased | Age: 40 | ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤♡♡♡
( Other )
She sometimes uses alias of: Badb, Macha, Nemain, and Fea.

▬▬▬▬ ❝ Soon you'll realize what you've done and cry, ▬▬▬▬

▬▬▬▬ By then however, you've not long till you die. ❞ ▬▬▬▬▬

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message 15: by Denver -writes poems drinks wine- (new)

Dec 31, 2014 11:00AM

((((Ksenia Solo is perfection))

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message 16: by 『ᴡɪᴄᴋʟɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴀsʜ ● ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ』 (new)

Dec 31, 2014 11:04AM

((Thank you!))

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message 17: by [deleted user] (new)

Dec 31, 2014 11:58AM

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message 18: by sucre'd fiend (last edited Dec 31, 2014 04:03PM) (new)

Dec 31, 2014 12:24PM

reluctant selection girl
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message 19: by sucre'd fiend (new)

Dec 31, 2014 12:37PM

I put southern, but I have northern. I corrected it on the collab page

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message 20: by Jenna ⭐ (last edited Dec 31, 2014 03:28PM) (new)

Dec 31, 2014 12:38PM

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Don't know whether I like this or not, so. :P
Also, pwease don't steal. I worked really hard on this.

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message 21: by Jenna ⭐ (new)

Dec 31, 2014 12:43PM

Shahdia: Ahhhhhh, this site again XD
I just fudged around a lot and came up with that :P

Alyssa: Ahhh, thank you :)
And, ooh, yeah. I had to work around the pixelated thing a lot >.<
It's hard to get it just right.

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message 22: by sucre'd fiend (new)

Dec 31, 2014 12:45PM

sean character
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message 23: by sucre'd fiend (new)

Dec 31, 2014 12:46PM

sam character
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message 24: by Jenna ⭐ (new)

Dec 31, 2014 12:46PM

Kiki: Ahhhhh, a lot of steps :P
But I just put in the picture first, then added the colored text, and then screenshot the information and put it in. Granted, it was a lot more complicated when doing it, but that's the gist :P

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message 25: by sucre'd fiend (new)

Dec 31, 2014 12:47PM

dylan character
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message 26: by sucre'd fiend (new)

Dec 31, 2014 12:47PM

alfie character
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Dec 31, 2014 12:48PM

jake character
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message 28: by dyanne (last edited Dec 31, 2014 07:14PM) (new)

Dec 31, 2014 06:13PM

General template which I am creating and I have no idea what I'm doing

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message 29: by dyanne (new)

Dec 31, 2014 07:30PM

Eddie Redmayne
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message 30: by dyanne (last edited Jan 10, 2015 11:56AM) (new)

Dec 31, 2014 07:32PM

Marloes Horst//Selected Girl
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|Tʜɪs ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ɪᴛ?|

▌│█║▌║▌║ Cyra Haiden Wolfe ║▌║▌║█│▌
►Cyra
Of Greek origin, meaning sun, throne, or lord
►Haiden
Variant of the English Hayden, meaning from the hedged in a valley
►Wolfe
Of Old German origin, meaning wolf
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║▌Blonde Hair | Blue Eyes | 5'9" | 119 lbs | Lithe ║▌

Cyra is a beauty. Fine hair, which falls in waves-- waves of silk, sunlight captured in strands. Eyes an electrifying blue, blue that pierces, blue that is cold, blue that is warm, blue which darkens and lightens depending on the day, the emotion, but is somehow the same. Never soft, always piercing. A complexion that has never been marred by any blemish, a clean slate, pure, and white. She reminds one of a goddess, with her graceful form, her eyes which seem to penetrate walls, lips always laughing, feet always dancing.

║▌ Two | Actress/Model | Neutral; formally Southern Rebel ║▌

|Iғ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴜɴ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴏᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ, ᴡʜʏ?|

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She is nonchalance. The carefree grace she inhibits in the talk shows, while accepting awards, while letting the artificial wind blow her air just so as she poses? It is more than just an act. It seeps into her life, a light, carefree attitude which is easy to laugh, to smile. It is not the carefree attitude of a child, a child too innocent, a child warm and sunny, but rather of the wind, cool, calm, the light breeze that plays with your hair and chases you down the street-- a breeze one easily befriends, not realizing that there is so much power, that the tables can turn much too quickly.

It is a calculated nonchalance, nonchlance which never crosses indifference, nonchalance which is found by the girl who sits and observes, who realizes that people, like the winds, are fickle, and so one has to tread lightly, to shake leaves off the branches without taking the branches down themselves, leave an impact, but subtly, gently. As calculating as she is, she knows nothing is certain. She questions everything, including herself, delving so far into mystery that to most, she is one herself. A great enigma, for most sense that there is something more to this girl than the laughs, the lightfooted ways, her eyes which contradict by piercing through the veil, but never allowing yours to pierce through hers.

Pain has not hardened her, but it is what fuels her. Betrayal has closed her off, but she is no cynic. Merely a questioner. If you put a gun to her head and asked her what she stood for, she would shrug and tell you nothing, except maybe life itself. Give her a gun and tell her to shoot, and she will ask why. Ask her where her heart is, and she'll give her smile, the same smile she always gives, and tell you that's it's gone missing in action. Not dead. Just missing.

She does not give into the lies of man. She has forged one too many lies, and so she see the lies of others. She will find ways to get the truth, the facts, but facts are conditional, and almost nothing is concrete, so she is apt to throw them aside as well. She does not believe what she sees, she does not believe the words that come out of others' mouths, she does not believe her own mouth, and so you ask, what does she believe in?
Cyra believes in something she hasn't found yet. But she lives in the assurance that it, whatever it is, exists. And that is enough.

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|Pᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ sᴇᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪsʜ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ. Aɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴄᴀsᴇs, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴇᴇ.|

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They were lawyers, and they believed theirs were the only hands bringing justice. It was a mask, a trick card, a card which let rules slide, a card people didn't see, until one day, the cards rained down onto the floor from their sleeves too fast and they had to escape. Escape back south. They returned with a third piece of baggage. Adrian Lucie Stevenson was her name, but they decided that in the end, names were mere words and resorted to calling her girl, refusing to see the human in the plump, pink, twenty inch babe. They taught the girl how to grow up too fast, they trained her ruthlessly, they told her that the bruises and the scratches would heal, that this was their way of showing their love. If they were cruel, than the world was worse than hell itself, and if she could not withstand their pain, she would not be able to live.

She did not believe them, but she played their game because oddly, she liked the feeling of rippling muscles under splotches of blue and black, because as time went on, the tables turned and it wasn't her ass slamming onto the ground every time. The training was brutal because the motto was brutal: kill or be killed. There was no middle ground. If you wanted to live, you had to fight for it.

At twelve, they decided they were ready and moved back-- they were Twos once more under the pretense that her parents were music video producers and the girl assumed another name, a name she created for herself and all of a sudden, Cyra Wolfe, the little beauty with the sharp blue eyes, was an up and coming model. It was a different sort of battlefield, one that depended not on physical strength, but on wits, on knowing when to keep your mouth open and when to keep it shut, on guarding secrets and spinning a false identity for the public to latch onto. Let them become parasites, for the life force they were sucking off of did not exist. She was homeschooled, schooled in the arts of lying, stealing, fighting, and killing but in her own time she devoured book after book and found that there was a new sort of power, a new sort of freedom, in the knowledge she gained. She looked and realized how many lies she had been told, how many times she had been betrayed. In the end, she let go, let the stones sink to the bottom, but she never forgot.

At fourteen, she started acting, another layer upon the layers. It was easy, so easy to act-- after all, wasn't that what she had been doing ever since she emerged from her mother's womb? Acting, pretending, lying, it was all the same to her now. The training became rougher as the stakes became higher; The Stevensons cloaked themselves in their newfound name-- they were wolves, they had hidden in plain sight, they took their fame and flaunted it because no one would suspect, no one would know. They were waiting for orders from the regent, another who was playing the inevitably deadly game, donning so many masks, and they told Cyra to look up and revel at this web they had so intricately spun, to pay homage to the beloved regent who was like them, pushed her to act, pushed her to fame, pushed her to more bruises, to more scrapes, pushed her to lie, lie, and lie yet again.

At fifteen, they were invited to the palace. The strings were pulled by the man who hid himself in light. The Wolfes had gained so much attention in the last three years, the parents with their critcally acclaimed, controversial, grusome TV show, and the not-so-little Cyra with her acting skills, her beautiful face, her trademark piercing blue eyes. It was rumored that the delicate looking beauty did all her own stunts, it was rumored that the grittines in the shows that the Wolfes produced were drawn from the lost past, and then it was rumored that they had been invited to the palace. All three rumors were true, but the public was only certain of the last one.

The night before, they reminded her of what she stood for-- they told her that she was the destined one, fated to kill the prince, to bring glory and vengeance and for a moment, she believed it. The next day, she met the regent, and more importantly, met him, and everything shattered. She looked into his eyes and her insides clenched and twisted and she was overcome with emotions she thought she was incapable of feeling. She looked at her hands and for a moment she had a vision of his blood on her hands and knew that if she were to believe what they told her, killing him would also kill her. She did not know why, she did not understand, she only knew that in a second, her facade had been shredded and it was because of him and his knowing brown eyes.

That night, she examined her life, and clung to the odd sorts of loyalties she had forged. She knew too much, but she would let it stay in the night, stay in the dark. In her own twisted way, she loved them, and could not see black turn to red because of her damning lips.
But she was done living in the night, and so Cyra Haiden Wolfe did the bravest act in her fifteen years of life.
She ran.

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Nᴀᴍᴇ |♧| Faylinn Adair Darby |♧|
         ▹ first: A Graceful Women (Irish)
         ▹ middle: Nobel Spear (English)
         ▹ last: Deer Farm (English)

Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s) |♧| Fay |♧|

♧ Age Nineteen ♧ Female ♧ Maid ♧ From Kent ♧ Northern Rebel ♧

Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ |♧| Blanca Suárez |♧|

♧ | An average maid swept away in the Women's Room. She was new at the palace, and was replacing the maid that was looking at her's friend. She couldn't help but notice the girl had brown hair that started dark but got progressively lighter. It began as a dark chocolate color, but blended into a light tan coffee color and curled up at the bottom. Bangs that went till her eyebrow covered the majority of her forehead. She had light skin that easily got a tan if she didn't put on a lot of lotion to protect her delicate skin from the blasting rays. Dirty green eyes would show underneath thick black glasses. They were the color of bright vibrant grass being mixed with dirt on a rainy day. The maid, Faylinn, was taller than the rest of her family at the height of 5 feet and 7 inches, nearly 5 feet and 8 inches. After suffering the life of being a Seven, Faylinn had strong bones but nearly no fat. She only weighed 115 pounds, and at her height she was too thin. Faylinn could be considered pretty in a different way than usual.

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|♧|Long evenings, settled near the fireplace striving for warmth to hit their faces after the snow fell onto their shoulders, were spent during horrible times. The family of Seven’s were all shivering by the wood burning heat source after working outside. It had been a long day for all of them, especially the little baby that had to stay home with the babies sister. Since the child was nearly one, she could not work. Mother and Father needed to work on shoveling snow out of the way for Mr. Robinson, who the parents gardened for in the summer and spring. The Fall had ended long ago and the money for cleaning gutters had disappeared. Now days with no food and little work went by. Most people were snowed in and everything was frozen, so little work needed to be done besides shoveling. If any family knew, the Darby’s surely were familiar that five hours shoveling made not nearly enough money for a patched quilt, let alone a dinner for four people. Since the sister usually found work helping her parents, less income was made when the baby came. Hopefully, that would soon change when the child became of age to work along side them. One day when Catherine, the eldest child of the Darby’s, was snowed in at a friends house and Baby Faylinn was fast asleep. Mr. Darby grew angry that his baby had no food and that his other daughter was becoming too skinny. His wife was going pale and her stomach grumble every night. Mr. Darby’s brother was in town, and had recently joined the Northern Rebels.

“Brother, the rebels have food and are looking into more warriors. Would you be interested in joining my wife and I onto this journey of freedom? You could live like this still, but be a rebel with me and have food. Your family would be safe from the chaos of Illea,” he said late at night when Mrs. Darby had headed upstairs for a cold quick bath.

“ Would my children be healthy? Would I have food on the table every night?” He asked.

His brother replied, “You could always be undercover and live as a usual citizen. I could talk to them about it. Of course you’d have to meet out leader. He’d want to meet your family, too.”

After convincing Mrs. Darby, they went off into the woods, with their children, to meet him. They decided the situation would work and then their lives were lived as being undercover.

It was a sad day when Mr. Darby got killed. It was early spring on an construction sight when he was knocked over on a high building by a metal beam. Mrs. Darby stopped working for some time to mourn, leaving Sister Cathy to take care of them. Greedy Mrs. Darby decided she didn’t like work and never went back to it. She sat on the chairs and mourned as eating what was left from the leftover’s all day until the bread for dinner was served. Catherine eventually got married to a man of a higher caste. In fact he was a Four. After that Catherine left the house, leaving only Mother and Faylinn. Absolutely no money was left.

“Mother! I can’t support myself, let alone you. I’m fifteen and I can’t get a job because my age!” Shouted Faylinn after Mother ate all they had for dinner. “ I have no food because you eat it all while I’m doing your work. How could you do this to me? How could you leave me with all this and not lift a finger? I make dinner, I pay for the food, I clean the house, I do the laundry. You just run up the bill and labor I have to do!”

After that day Mother and Faylinn grew apart. One day Faylinn just left and never came home. She went off into the streets and ran away with a small backpack. Her mother started working again to support herself and got a small apartment after her daughter left. Failing left the dreadful place that was once her home and as her journey went on she realized she would be an Eight. She was a runaway with only the money she had in her pocket. It was a hot summer day when she saw a poster:

Maids needed at the Illea Palace! Good paying job and a new opportunity, was what it read.

Grabbing the poster and looking at it, she decided to send in a form to the address given below. One interview later she became a maid at the palace.

Since of Faylinn’s horrible past she made one up. She stretched the truth, not lied. Her story was that she saw the poster near a market near her house and she tried to be a maid and got accepted. Her sister married up a caste and her Father passed away of an illness. Her Mother lived in an apartment and supported her decision to be a maid. The story was always the same so no one suspected she was a runaway for at least 2 months.
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