Approved Characters - Selected

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Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє:Jessamine
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Lila
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Riconardio
Ɲιcкηαмє: Jessie, Jessa, and Minnie

Agє:18
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн:June 15
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн:Angeles



SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση:Straight
Ƈяυѕн: Oliver or Benny
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Single/Selection Girl

Ƈαѕтє:4
ƝαтισηαƖιту: Angeles
Occυραтιση: Jeweler

Aρρєαяαηcє:

Ɯяιттєη Ɗєѕcяιρтιση:Jessamine has light brown hair, usually with a red tint. It goes down to her armpits, and usually in light waves although sometimes she straightens it. On an average day, she'll put it in a ponytail and letting it rest on her right shoulder. Jessamine also has soft facial features, blue eyes, and always has a bright smile on her light coral lips. She's not too tall, not too short, being the average height. She's rather slim, and has curves that can be very distinct in tight clothes.
Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє:

ƤєяѕσηαƖιту:Jessamine is caring, kind, and conscientious. She often puts the needs of others above her own needs. She's very private, but doesn't mind being the spotlight. She loves laughing, and is rarely found in any other mood besides happy. Jessamine is a great friend, and loves to help others, but also is like a typical girl. She loves boys, dressing up, and also loves dancing. She's a smart girl, but often masks that behind her girlish giggles, and fluttering lashes. She's very polite, and her parents groomed her to be a 'proper young woman.' She's bubbly, but secretive, and is really hurt by harsh criticism, even though she acts like it doesn't bother her. She can be bold, and doesn't usually like being ignored. She's not bossy, but does like things to go in her favor. She's very soft at times, and won't be afraid to help someone if they're hurt, but can be very cold and reserved if someone tries to dig too far into something she doesn't want to talk about. She hates mean people, and doesn't like people digging into her past, especially on the topic of her mother. She also struggles with children when they're throwing a tantrum, or crying, and ends up just trying to smile and sing to them. Over all, she may be considered too happy. She doesn't like negativity, and is always hoping that her secrets will be locked up. Forever.
Lιкєѕ:
◊ Boys and kissing
◊ Dancing, and learning to dance
◊ Dressing up
◊ Drinking tea
◊ Being herself
ƊιѕƖιкєѕ:
◊ Being accused
◊ Being thought as childish
◊ Sadness
◊ Her secrets
◊ Her mother
Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ:
◊ Jewels
◊ Dancing
◊ Boys
Sтяєηgтнѕ:
◊ Charming
◊ Persuasive
◊ Independent
◊ Positive
Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ:
◊ People complimenting her
◊ Being yelled at
◊ People tugging her hair
◊ People knowing the truth about her mother
◊ Someone being hurt
◊ Someone accusing her of something she didn't do



Hιѕтσяу:
Jessamine was born an only child to a normal family. Her family owned a successful jewelry store, often making necklaces and such for important people. Her father was often away on business trips, going around to get his jewelry in galleries. As a child, she was wild and known to cause havoc in her neighborhood, and she only slightly grew out of it. By her teenage years, she had boys practically following her around, and she started retreated into a more private person. During this time her mother started training her in the "Art of Being a Woman" and she was strictly brought up with manners. Some days her mother would lock her inside the house, and she would go through the day with books on her head, or even the whole day not saying a word. Her mom's sister had wanted to be in the Selection, and after dying, Jessa's mom took that to heart. After her aunt's death, Jessa was continually forced to become the quiet, polite, perfect competitor for the Selection. Sometimes if Jessa was so bad at something her mother would go to extreme measures, taping Jessamine to a walk to get perfect posture, or making her carry a tray with glass tea cups on it as she made her way through the day. On the days when she got to go outside, when she was outside of her house, she was bubbly as always, but if she took one wrong move her mother would verbally attack her. Ever since this moment, Jessamine doesn't like talking about her mother, and never told anyone about her mother. She still loved being joyful, but after girls started gossiping about her, and she got a somewhat tainted reputation, she withdrew. Today she still is smiling, and full of laughs, but isn't afraid to keep her secrets to herself. (More TBA)
ƑαмιƖу: Mother, Helena, 46
Father, James, 53
Ƒяιєηɗѕ: Some old friends from Angeles, TBA
Ɛηємιєѕ: Aarav?

Oтнєя:
Favorite Colors: Pastel, and Floral colors usually Blues, Pinks, and Greens
Favorite Flower: Camellia
Favorite Foods: Any pasta dishes, ice cream, and cotton candy
Favorite Constellation: Cassiopeia
Birthstone: Pearl and Alexandrite
Birth Sign: Gemini
Birth Element: Air
Fears: Negative emotions, Death, People leaving her, Spiders and bugs and snakes, Her mother, Being Alone for too long, Doors that lock on the outside, Drugs
Flaws: Bottles up bad feelings, Can be too Motherly, Overly positive
Theme Song: I Knew You Were The One by Tiffany Alvord

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[Emrys.]

Ἷᾗҭʀὄḋὗƈἷᾗʛ ᾋvᾄłẏᾗᾗ Ἤἔʀмἷὄᾗἔ Ṩмἷҭђ

" Why am I here? I am here to chase the thrills of life. To stare down fear. To face danger. I am here to live. So that's what I'm going to do."

Basic Details

Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Avalynn
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Hermione
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Smith
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Avie

Agє: 18
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: March 22
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: Sunmer

SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Hetero
Ƈяυѕн: None
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Single

Ƈαѕтє: 2
ƝαтισηαƖιту: Illean
Occυραтιση: Actress- Thril seeker
Face Claim: Anna Popplewell

Aρρєαяαηce:


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Ɯяιттєη Ɗєѕcяιρтιση: Avalynn is 5'6 with a slim but athletic build. Her curly raven black hair and pale white complexion gives her a doll-like look. She has clear bright blue eyes that sparkle at the prospect of adventure.

Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє: It's easy to mistake Avalynn for a girly girl. The kind who wears skirts and dresses all day. Well she does wear dresses and sometimes skirts just not all the time. She will wear pretty much anything as long as it matches and as long as it suits the occasion.

ƤєяѕσηαƖιту: Avalynn may look like someone who is a follower. Someone who lets other people make choices that really only she should make. Well looks can be deceiving and Avalynn's certainly are. She's exactly the opposite she makes others follow her. She makes choices for herself some good, sone bad but they're all her own. She's a total Thril seeker the kind who likes to jump off cliffs for the fun of it. She is also head strong, opinionated, hot headed, a dare devil, plus she's sarcastic, and witty.

Lιкєѕ: Acting, hang gliding, cliff jumping, sky diving, white water rafting,hiking, zip lining, hiking, horseback riding, ect. ect.

ƊιѕƖιкєѕ: paperwork, being bored, hospitals and ambulances

Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ: (See likes)

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Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ: Temper, stubborn, reckless, daredevil

Hιѕтσяу: Avalynn was born on a cool March night in a little but luxurious cottage at the bottom of a famous mountain range. Her parents were a happily married couple named Caleb and Lorelai Smith. Caleb Smith owned a large, luxurious, and very popular hotel chain. While Lorelai Smith worked as a biology professor at a nearby university. Needless to say they're family raked in a lot of cash through the years. Both of her parents wanted her to become successful like them. She did become successful just not in the way her parents thought she would. Avalynn thought both of her parents jobs were boring. She wanted to work she just wanted to do something more exciting. She didn't want to decide on her career right away so she decided to find a hobby or two or three. What the heck she wanted tons oh hobbies so she would never get bored She started with one or two at first like hiking and rock climbing. Then she started to discover more exciting things that she loved to do. Like zip lines, white water rafting, shark cages. If it was exhilarating she would do it. Eventually her parents got tired of her wasting their money (even though she was barely making a dent in their savings account) They gave her a choice she could continue her foolhardy ways risking her life for the fun of it or she could takeover her father's job as owner of his hotel chain. of course Avalynn chose option one but that made her parents mad so they cut her off. Avalynn didn't care she had grown up and knew what she wanted to do she wanted to act. Not just any acting though she wanted to act in primarily action movies so she could do her own stunts. She was living the life she had always wanted, adventure at every turn. She was missing something though she couldn't figure out what. she thought the selection might help her figure out what she was missing.

ƑαмιƖу: Caleb Smith- Father
Lorelai Smith- Mother

Ƒяιєηɗѕ: (To be added)

Ɛηємιєѕ: (To be added)

Oтнєя:

Favorite Colors: Any color except pink
Favorite Flower: Scarlet Gilia
Fairy Trumpet
Favorite Foods: Likes spicy food
Favorite Constellation: Libra
Birthstone: Aquamarine
Birth Sign: Aquarius
Birth Element: Air
Fears: Of fear, hospitals, being bored
Flaws: Holding grudges, Hubris

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This is my white trash girl.... XD The girl here for the crown only to be eliminated dramatically!

"I'm here for one thing only- the crown."

Basic Details

Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Chloé
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Ashley
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Westwood
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Chlo, Ash, Lee

Agє: 16
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: October 5th
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: St. George Provincial Hospital

SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Straight
Ƈяυѕн: N/A
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Open

Ƈαѕтє: 2
ƝαтισηαƖιту: Illean
Occυραтιση: {Trashy} Model and Actress
Face Claim: Paris Hilton
Aρρєαяαηce:


Ɯяιттєη Ɗєѕcяιρтιση: Chlo is over-everything. Overtanned, over blonde, all processed. She has had some plastic surgery, and gets regular Botox injections and teeth whitening.

Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє: Tight, trashy, revealing

ƤєяѕσηαƖιту: Chlo is very evil, with a sugary sweet exterior. She'll stop at nothing to get what she wants. She looks like your average dumb blonde, but she's far from it.

Lιкєѕ: Gossip, makeup, bullying, kissing, plastic surgery

ƊιѕƖιкєѕ: True love, actual work

Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ: Reading Illea National Gossip Magazine, trash-talking other girls

Sтяєηgтнѕ: Trash talk

Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ: Thinking she's perfect

Hιѕтσяу: Chloe was born to movie producer Paul Westwood and singer and athlete Jennifer Westwood on a cold, blustery October evening. In her childhood, she was never good at singing, but she got many parts in her father's movies. No one would ddare turn her down for her modeling gigs, so she assumed she was perfect. She was only popular at school because of her family- famous by association.

ƑαмιƖу: Jennifer Westwood, 45
Paul Westwood, 57

Ƒяιєηɗѕ: No one

Ɛηємιєѕ: Basically everyone

Oтнєя: Has a small pink poodle named Hollywood.

Favorite Colors: Fuschia, hot pink, bright red
Favorite Flower: Roses
Favorite Foods: Pudding, pie, gum
Favorite Constellation: Libra
Birthstone: Opal
Birth Sign: Libra
Birth Element: Storm
Fears: Dying unknown, being poor
Flaws: Tendency to babble, hates everybody
Theme Song: Savages by Marina and the Diamonds

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             Help, I have done it again
          I have been here many times before

  ɢαмeѕ αre oɴ α wнole ɴew level, тнey're мy ѕαɴcтυαry ғroм reαlιтy

 

 

                                      Cameron Flynn | Cam | Caste 5
                                Bisexual | In the Selection | Prince Oliver

                    ǀ cαη ѕмιƖє, ǀ cαη Ɩαυgн
                        ǀ cαη fσσƖ єνєяуσηє
                 Ɲσ σηє ѕυѕρєctѕ αηуtнιηg
     Ɲσ σηє яєαƖƖу кησωѕ нσω мυcн ιt нυяtѕ
          ǀ'ƖƖ вє ѕtяσηg, ǀ'ƖƖ кєєρ ση ѕмιƖιηg
                     ǀ'ƖƖ кєєρ ση Ɩαυgнιηg,
     вєcαυѕє Ɩιfє ιѕ тσ ѕнσяt fσя ρєσρƖє tσ cαяє

 

               Hurt myself again today
  And the worst part is there's no one else to blame

              "Lαdιeѕ doɴ'т plαy wιтн ѕwordѕ." "I'м ɴoт plαyιɴɢ."


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                     Ebba Zingmark | Pale | Blue-Green | Red-Headed

Cam keeps making fun of her appearance no matter what the situation, and often calls herself the 'Red Nightmare' especially when it's that time of the month. Her eyes and porcelain skin go well with her red hair. She usually wears what she can afford (jeans, white t-shirt, ect.), but now that she's in the Selection, she's going to be stealing everyone's flannel shirts. Many can tell she's a rebel when they see her, she has a small tattoo on the inside of her wrist and behind her ear. The one behind her ear is a small star and the one on her wrist is an infinity sign. She also has a small piercing on her ear. All of these, however were homemade.(view spoiler)[

(hide spoiler)] She stands at 5'6 and weighs around 120lbs. All in all she's rather good looking for en eighteen year old.
 

                    Be my friend
                 Hold me, wrap me up

                 I dιdɴ'т мeαɴ тo oғғeɴd yoυ! ι wαѕ вeιɴɢ ѕαrcαѕтιc!
                              yoυ do ĸɴow wнαт ѕαrcαѕм ιѕ, rιɢнт?

Cam is a girl with a big sense of humor and an even bigger heart. Most of the time she is usually joking around, making people around her giggle and snort. She specializes in it, comedy, that is. She's been good at it ever since she was a little girl. She also has a very wild imagination, probably due to all the games that she plays to entertain people (to be explained during history) yet she still manages to have complete focus at the best of times, while fencing for instance, or when reading. This surprises many people, that she can read.

Because of her bright personality a lot of human beings can' take her seriously, thinking she is just an immature child that has yet to discover the cruelty of the real world. They couldn't be more wrong. Cam may not be an eight, or a seven or a six, but she has had a hard life, luckily for her and her older brother (Allan) it wasn't money problems. Inside, this red-headed girl is broken and hurt. Remember when she laughs at mean comments? Or insults? Not all bounces off of her, some stick in her memory making her insecure about herself in many ways.
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           Yeah I think that I might break
       I've lost myself again and I feel unsafe

 ι'м ɴoт αѕнαмed oғ wнo ι αм, ι jυѕт wιѕн ι coυld cнαɴɢe ѕoмe тнιɴɢѕ

Cam was born in the province Labrador as a caste five. She had an older brother, who was older about a year and a couple of months. After she was born, her father retired from the army to come and watch his two children grow up. Ever since Cam was small she was able to make everyone smile, even her mother who seemed to have no sense of humor what-so-ever. She grew into a kid with a big imagination and that imagination only bloomed once her brother introduced to the world of gaming. He said he had found a device called a 'Computer' in the attic, with some game CD's scattered here and there. The two, Cam and Allan became very competitive when it came to games and they would usually spend hours upon hours in their room just playing, trying to beat the game. The only time they actually saw their parents is when they came down for dinner, breakfast, the Report, ect. Little did they know they would later on regret it.

When Cam was eight, her mother left them, only leaving there father to care for them. Not that lasted lng since he found another woman who loved all of them. At first Cam and Allan didn't approve one bit, but when they got to know her, they accepted her as their new mother. At age thirteen, Cam decided to start her job as a comedy entertainer, playing games, or stand up comedy. It was quiet at first, but then slowly she started to get noticed and so got more money to pay half of the bills that were coming in. One night, while returning from a gig she heard screaming coming from inside and rushed inside finding her father clutching his heart on the ground. Once she had managed to get the ambulance her father was sent to hospital leaving Helen, Cam and Allan on their own. Three weeks after the incident, their father came home. But he was different, skinnier, more tired looking. It scared Cam and she played even more games and did more gigs, just to distract herself and to pay of the medical bills. And she regretted it.

Allan picked her up from her gig and they walked back home, joking and laughing seeming to forget about their father for the time being. But upon arriving to their small house they saw a doctor get into his car and drive off, a grim look on his face. The two rushed in, they found Helen crying. Allan went to comfort their step-mother while Cameron went to check on her father. She asked him what was wrong and he just picked up a pen, a piece of paper and wrote one word in big, bold letters. "Cancer" is what it read. Came remembered falling to her knees and starting to sob. But all her father did was smile sadly and patted her head while whispering, "Please don't cry love, smile. Always smile, never let anything get rid of that ray of sunshine." A week after that, he passed away, peacefully in his sleep. The funeral was simple, yet very emotional. He had been a good friend, a loyal soldier, a great husband and the best father anyone could ask for.

Since then, Cam and Allan and Helen have grown closer together as a family as small as they were, barely managing to pay the bills that came through. Cam was always looking for an outlet, apart from entertainment, and once she got the paper from the castle, she scribbled away at it madly. She hoped and prayed she would be accepted, but days went passed and not a single name was uttered. And then when it finally came for the chosen Selected to be called, Cameron heard her name and was left stunned. She didn't like the idea of leaving Helen and Allan alone, but they convinced her that they would be okay, and that she should take this like she would a holiday except with thirty-four other girls that might or might not be a pain in the ass, competing for the heart of the crowned prince of Illea.
 

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female × seventeen × oct. xiv × single ( bisexual ) × ottaro ( 3 )
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lydia graham × fluid green/blue × raven black × five two × one forty-four

p e r s o n a l i t y ⇢ broken bones and promises

[ t ] here is something amiss behind the seemingly sweet and innocent smile of one Persephone Wesley. Her mind, a deranged dreamscape of despair, has never worked the same as another person's. She feels the same things, yes, but the logical responses may not seem all too logical in her mind. In fact, her reactions may just be what has ever tipped anyone off to her difference. Grief, a time of mourning--she craves it and feeds off of it. It's much like she feeds off the negativity of other, and releases it back. Most of the twisted things she can come up with have had a consequence on those around her. But, one thing that you can count on aside from her deranged nature is her word. She doesn't break promises; those are sacred in her eyes, and she worships those who can keep them.

Persephone has exhibited a god complex, and not too lightly. Her quiet demeanor is what she perceives to be her godly observance. She longs to be worshiped, to be deemed holy in the sight of others. In this respect, she feels that she is quite powerful. Her arrogance is played off as determination by those around her, as a simple stroke of optimism for a simple girl. But, they're very clearly wrong. She thinks that she has everyone in the palm of her hand. She may be right, as her facade of simplicity and naivety has been known to drawn people to her like moths to their final flame. But, she has just the smallest underlying fear of being left behind in her desires, of being forgotten.

There is nothing left when one strips her down to the core. She's an empty little girl looking to fill herself. She wishes to be "better", but her better is something different from what you or I have in mind. And, in that sense, she finds herself drawn to what is seen as perverse, and it's dismissed as curiosity gone awry. Curiosity, my dears, is not what she suffers from; it's a deep inclination of morbidity, of violence and gore and the nefarious creepings in the dark. That is what she suffers from, on the deepest level, in every cell in her body.

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[ fixations ] darkness, black cats, mice, spiders, the color red
[ abhorrences ] dogs, summer, pink, long hair
[ specialties ] singing, deception
[ kryptonite ] her god complex
[ interests ] watching horror movies, harming small animals, grave visiting
[ weaponry ]

r e c o l l e t i o n s ⇢ your only hope is evil

[ m ] ichal Wesley was a sane man. Or so everyone thought. He was truly dedicated to his work as a doctor, a blessing to his field. He wanted to change the world with his every medical discovery, and thus placed high expectations on himself. This included his love for Avengaline Lyos, a woman he'd been doing a case study on. She was, in a word, delirious. Dehydrated, ravenous, and yet logically stable. She was a perfect shell to pass as sane, but corrupted and decaying on the inside. She persuaded the beguiled Michal to marry her, despite what might happen to him caste wise. He complied all too eagerly, and realized his mistake far too late--Ave informed him that he was the father of her child, a single cell multiplying in her womb. He broke down at the prospect of making new life, and found himself stuck with a creature no more woman than he was free.

Effectively, Persephone's father was awestruck and filled with a seething hatred at the sight of her. She never knew why, but his lip would curl when he called her name, his eyes narrowing as he caught sight of her bob. Her mother fell ill, and her father assisted her pain. She watched as he pumped her full of drugs, then took her off them suddenly and without explanation. It was a depraved cycle they repeated, vicious and so beautifully passionate. Persephone, however, was fascinated by it.

She didn't shy away from her mother's hoarse screams; she found it to be music. She sang to the tune of suffering and danced to the melody of torture. Her father, though, became away of his actions, as if awoken from a long standing nightmare. He let Ave slip away peacefully in her sleep, only for her to come back after a moment and die choking on drugs and drowning in the fluids that should have relieved her of her pain. Her suffering, already prolonged by six long years, went on for three more hours before her body ceased moving and the room she lay in become a silent void of pained life. Michal sealed the room off, and Persephone never saw the beautiful birds of death on the walls again.

Aside from watching her mother die slowly, Persephone had another brush with the afterlife's fastest transport. She fell from a tree, attempting to reach a ribbon she'd lost to the wind. Her head connected with the hard ground first, taking the rest of her weight. Her skull, tiny and fragile, split open. She should have died, they all said. Part of her, they all thought, did. Of course one would think such a thing, when they could see the pulsing of her brain in a small pond of crimson.

She didn't wake up for two months, and they considered pulling the plug. Her father, even in his grief, held on to the hatred that was brought forth upon the sight of her. And thus, he wanted her to suffer in a special kind of oblivion. She'll always thank him for it, because his choice had given her ample time to wake up as she recovered. The swelling of her brain went down, her skull healed somewhat, and her eyes opened with all the frightening speed of hounds out of hell. They asked her how she felt, and she told them what she saw. And then she looked to her father and she had a message for him.

Her mother said hello, and she'll see him soon.

Her father, hatred renewed and fear kindled, didn't bother to see her for the rest of her recovery. At thirteen years old, she was already quite small. Persephone was thought to have been nine or ten, and she played along. Six months went by before her doctors saw the inconsistency and corrected themselves, and she wasn't treated the same. She thought her little game had been fun, and thought of ways to extend it. But, puberty was not so kind. She grew slightly taller, and while still small, framed as though she were some mythical creature of attraction with delicate curves and sighing vocals.

But, she wanted to continue her games no less, and she got her way. She led a poor man astray, preying on what he wanted most. She watched nurses weep as she revealed the bitter truth of nothingness that would await them. To her, it started as good fun, and became a play of power. She became a god, a being of such absolution that none would be free of her whispered damnation.

The prospect of Selection was brought up by her father some years later. He wanted to pawn off his problem, and he made it very clear to the raven haired girl. Michal had watched too many people fall into depression all for the sake of a game, but couldn't face the monster that had inadvertently sprung from his loins. She was, unfortunately, still of his blood, still of his flesh. Her creation was his fault. He was Frankenstien, and she was his monster. He cursed her daily, to which she'd only watch curiously and ask him to do it again.

While no one could see this from the outside, saw only a stressed out single father and a daughter that had been comatose for two months, Michal suffered in silence. It drove him mad, and thus he signed her away. When it had been finalized that she'd be in the Selection, he took a gun and closed the curtain on the tragedy of a play he'd been cast in. Persephone observed from her front row seat with a muted glee and loud appreciation for his dramatic flair.

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[ biological ]
  ▽ mother -- avengaline wesley
  ▽ father -- michal wesley
[ external ]
  ▽ competition -- other selected girls
  ▽ friends -- open
  ▽ objective -- oliver schreave

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ꜰɪʀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ~ Adeline
ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ~ Rose
ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ~D'Maris
↳ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ ~ Addie
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ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ~ Female ♀
ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛy ~ Straight
ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴩ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ ~ Single
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ᴀɢᴇ ~ 17
ᴩʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ~ Paloma, Illea
ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ~ 21st December ♐ / Sagittarius / Turquoise
↳ optimistic, straightforward, intellectual, philosophical, adventurous
↳ careless, restlessness, superficial, inconsistent, overconfident
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ᴄᴀꜱᴛᴇ ~ 4
ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛy ~ Illean
ᴩʀᴏᴠɪɴᴄᴇ ~ Paloma
ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴩᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ~ Aspiring writer, selected girl

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Adeline is typically beautiful with long slender limbs and a willowy, waif-like form. Her features are small and petite, everything about her is compact from her tiny wrists to her long slim legs. Adeline possesses many sought after features, a small ski-slope nose and a bow mouth complete with full lips. Her colouring is quite dark, with long brown hair and impossibly dark eyes set beneath boldly arched brows. In body she's naturally slender with subtle curves. Adeline has often longed for the body of her sister Cecilia who possesses a naturally curvy figure. Adeline's skin is like caramel, a soft olive tan that s flawless but for a few scars she attained from childhood escapades. In all Adeline's beauty is very reflective of her internal self, she's a sweet, tender soul and this is seen in her external self.
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ʙᴜɪʟᴅ~ slim but curvy
ʜᴀɪʀ ~ long, sandy brown
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ~ brown
ꜰᴀᴄᴇ sʜᴀᴩᴇ ~ oval
ᴛᴏɴᴇ ~ olive skinned

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Adeline truly cares about the feelings of others, she's a very sweet girl with a kind disposition and nothing is too much work for her. She's more than happy to help out anyone who requires assistance and is incredibly personable. Her most notable trait is her ability to be thoughtful and empathetic to the needs of those around her. Though born into caste four she does not let this dictate her actions, she still maintains her kind and caring outlook never putting people down for who they are. Adeline is very sharp minded and doesn't miss a trick. People will often make the assumption that because she's rather a shy, quiet girl that she's stupid with it. This is not the case. Adeline is incredibly perceptive and quite witty, she is still careful about what she says though, not wanting to cause offence to those she speaks with.

People have often described Adeline as being too trusting, she is very honest in nature and often makes the assumption that others are the same. Though there is little truth of this in Illea. Adeline likes to see the good in people and thinks that even beneath the worst person is an untold kindness. It's her sweetest attribute but perhaps her greatest weakness and it has taught her to become more cautious over the years. Her trusting nature acts as something of an avenue for her kindness, she doesn't like to think of people hurting and also cares deeply for animals. Adeline is also incredibly cultured having spent years reading books and traversing the library at her home. Her father travels frequently with his work as a jeweller and he always returns with stories and treasures from far off places. He has been an inspiration for many of Adeline's stories. Adeline is very true to her delicate form. She's sweet and fragile in appearance though there is hidden strength there, it may just take a reason for her to fight for that underlying strength to finally reveal itself.



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ᴇᴀʀʟy ʟɪꜰᴇ~ Adeline was born to Jospeh and Lily D'Maris, the second born daughter after their first child Cecilia. Adeline's father was caste four, a diamond dealer who left Paloma in order to make his fortune in the south. He returned five years later rich beyond his wildest dreams and with a pregnant Lily in tow. She gave birth to a beautiful daughter who they names Cecilia after Lily's late mother. Lily was caste five, the daughter of an artist and dancer. Adeline was born two years after her older sibling, a beautiful if scrawny child with an incredibly curious disposition. She spent her childhood chasing around after Cecilia and playing out in the fields with the family dogs and horses. Adeline always had a wild imagination and it was her childhood that helped her build the stories she later wrote as a young girl. Adeline had a seemingly perfect childhood and it was perhaps a sign of tragedy to come for her teenage years were fraught with painful loss.
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ᴀᴅᴏʟᴇꜱᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ~ Adeline had always considered herself very lucky to live on such a large estate with beautiful sloping hills and a stunning Italian style villa. But the house though beautiful often attracted the wrong sort of attention. People made assumptions about it's occupants, painted them as advisors to the King and often vandalised the external walls. Lily would spend long hours cleaning graffiti from the walls and repairing broken windows whilst her husband was away on business. Fearing for their children, Adeline's parents decided they would find a new place to live when Joseph returned from Africa that Spring. All the plans were in motion, Lilly had found a nice farm house on the outskirts of the province and the girls tutor would be coming with them. It was not to be though. The day before Joseph was due to return, Adeline awoke to the sound of smashing glass and shouting in the halls. She'd clambered from her bed and raced across the landing to Cecilia's room. The older girl had taken her hand and together they'd tiptoed down the corridor towards the entrance hall. There the two of them had watched through the bannisters as masked assailants stormed through the front door. They'd slashed at the chest of the butler, a great fountain of blood spurting across the walls before he'd collapsed, frothing red foam onto the marble floors. Another man had their tutor in his grip, demanding answers, Adeline had watched the woman babble and squeal before the man roughly snapped her neck. That was when someone had grabbed her from behind, Adeline was ready to scream until she realised it was her mother. Lily was frantic, fearful and wide eyed. Addie had never seen her mother like that. Lily told them to lock themselves in the landing cupboard, to not come out until it was safe. She told them she loved them and then she had locked the door. Adeline had watched through the keyhole, saw her mother confront the men and then fall. Blood, there was so much of it. Her mother was gone, but the girls were safe.

Joseph returned a day later to a shell of his home and two broken daughters. He too was lost. Adeline confined herself to her room or walked the woods alone for hours at a time, part of her willing for someone to come and take her pain away. It was an awful thought for her to have but the notion of being with her mother again made it seem worth. Thankfully no one ever found her. Perhaps some guardian, maybe her own mother ensured she remained safe on those trips. Adeline's father and Cecilia didn't cope much better. Joseph immersed himself into his work, spending long hours away from the family home and leaving the girls with their tutor. Cecilia had always had a rebellious streak and took a much louder approach to deal with her problems. Spending time with the boys in the village and often getting caught up with the law. Nothing the small family did could help to soften the blow of Lily's death though.
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ᴩʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴀy~ Adeline grew into a beautiful confident young woman, her time split between her horses and writing her stories. She never forgot the pain of her mother's passing though and while Cecilia seemed to move on and fall in love Adeline never encountered the same fate. The news of the Selection was the first time she actually felt anything in the years after her mothers death. Lily had always talked about it, always been encouraging and told Adeline that when she was of age she ought to enter. And so she did, a little reluctantly at first but after passing the initial sift through the entry documents and actually being chosen as one of the girls that reluctance came to pass. Adeline welcomed the challenge of a new life and the possibility to finally find love after all the hurt of the past few years.

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♔ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ - Joseph D'Maris
➝ status: alive
➝ love: ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◇
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♕ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ - Lily D'Maris nee Summers
➝ status: deceased
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[ʀᴇᴅ, lover of everyone]

「 avalon briar cade ∷ 17 ∷ female ∷ heterosexual ∷ 6 ∷ avalon, briar 」
█ ♧ ► ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ∷ her parents, lucy and ryan. then there's her older brother, ronan(a.20), her sister serenity(a.19). then there are her younger siblings, twins aries(a.16) and venus(a.16).
█ ♣ ► ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs▾ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs ∷ not many friends, though she has befriendded a selected or two▾people have liked her but her eyes were always on the prince
█ ♧ ► ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs ∷ no enemies, but she does understand she has competition

〔 camila cabello ∷ raven ∷ oak ood ∷ 5'2" ∷ 117 lbs. 〕
avalon looks just as exotic as she sounds. while yes, she isn't the prettiest, and she certainly isn't some tall supermodel, that doesn't mean she isn't attractive. avalon is rather short, standing only at 5'2", and with her small build and thin figure she weighs only one hundred seventeen. of course she can thank her caste for this, keeping her skinny and all. there are some subtle curves however, though she doesn't believe big breasts or a big butt should be the way to a man's heart. avalon has long dark hair, which is on the verge of curly but mainly wavy. hey eyes are also nothing special, big and a shade of brown. her little nose sits on her face just above her lips, which hide a rather charming smile. her teeth are mainly pointed, giving her the nickname "kitty" when she was younger. but that's pretty much it. she's just another average.
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♡║ much like the fairy tale Princess she was named after, briar, avalon is good and kind. most of the time, avalon won't even think about being mean to you, mainly because she'd need a pretty good reason. but, if she has a good reason, i suggest you be nicer, as if needed, she can be very cruel. avalon doesn't like it when people are mean. a trait many people tend to notice about avalon is that she is very calm. she doesn't stress out easily, thinking that tend to be other things that people should stress about. even then, avalon works well under pressure and stress. avalon at times however be very enthusiastic and perky, making her seem very childish at times. and while that isn't very princess-like, it can just be added to the list. after all, avalon isn't very intelligant either, not being educated properly. but at least she has manners, right?

♕║ the third child to the cade's, avalon was born on august tweleth. two more children were born following her, a pair of twins. her parents were sixes, and had five kids in hopes one of them would become successful and bring the family up at least a caste. her mother was a waitress and her father was a driver. they were constantly out working, trying to earn enough money to keep the family alive. because of this, and education avalon has been given has been from her older sister and brother, who are only two and three years older than her.
once you hit the age of six, you began working. so, one by one, there was one less child in the house. first went ronan, then went serenity. and before she knew it, avalon was next. her brother had became a housekeeper, and would then produce the career of bein a driver. her sister went off to be a waitress, but would soon be studying how to cook. next was avalon, and she would have to choose. to avoid having to think about it, avalon busied herself with her younger siblings, aries and v. of course, she couldn't avoid it forever. avalon asked her parents what were her options, and they told her. she ended up between two: seamstress, and a maid. she wanted to go work in the palace. she was actually going to become a maid too, had it not been for and episode of The Report. her whole family was watching it, a rare moment when they were all together. avalon had been thinking about how nice all the royals looked, in their pretty dresses and suits. suddenly, that became the topic of conversation, and Queen Rosabella was talking about how great the royal seamstress was. avalon turned to her parents almost immeditately. "thats what seamstresses do?" she had asked, her eyes wide with both awe and curiosity. and her parents nodded. so that's when she knew.
it didn't take long for avalon to fall in love with it all. her parent's found this sweet woman in town who owned her own seamstress buisness, and willingly took on avalon. and so, life was good.
we will now skip through years of memories, going from the age of six to thirteen. it all starts with the building. on her way to work, which is a good mile and a half away, avalon always walks by this building. it's cute, not that old, and just kind of emptily sitting there. empty. one day, avalon decided to take a peak inside. and then she accidentally fell in love with it. she begged and begged her parents to let her have it. and eventually, she got it. avalon started her own buisness, and became a dress maker. at first she had few customers, only a couple of fives and a six or two, but after a while, she began earning a lot of recognition. fours, three's, even twos became her usuals. not only was avalon always busy, doing what she loved, but she wsa earning quite a profit as well, her family benifitting greatly. but, as fun as it was, a two wearing her dress on the red carpet was not enough. she wanted her work to be on a one.
the news of the selection spread quickly. and her parents were overjoyed. they had three daughters that fit the age requirments after all. they all went and got their picture taken, but avalon had been choosen. but her sister's didn't care, as they had no intrest in marrying the prince anyways. and so, they sent her off, hoping she'd win. ; bold time skips
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◖ likes∷ dresses, pineapples, the royal family, designing, taking risks, music and roses
◖ dislikes∷ people with no fashion sense, annoying boys, liars, over-dramatic
◖ fears∷ the dark, rejection, and being alone

[Savannah]

Name: Kristannah Tessa-Jane Rotcheford
Alias/Nickname(s): Kris; Annah (ah-nah)
Meaning(s): Kristannah = christian woman; Tessa = harvester, reaper, born fourth; Jane = gift from God, Jehovah has been gracious; Rotcheford = rock fort

Age: 17
Birthday: August 14
Birthstone: Peridot
Month Element: Water
Zodiac Element: Fire
Zodiac Sign: Leo

Gender: Female
Crush: Oliver Schreave
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Complicated
Selected: Yes

Caste: Three
Nationality: Illean
Province: Yukon
Occupation: Trainee Veterinarian

Appearance:

Face Claim: Shailene Woodley
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 123lbs
Hair: light brown with a series of natural blonde highlights
Skin: sun kissed tanned while retaining a pinkish undertone
Eyes: rich brown with an outer ring of dusty gold mixed with green
Body: her body is toned from work and agile from training, but graceful to watch
Voice: modulated but with a feminine tone who speaks rather properly
Distinguishable markings: There is a pale series of teeth marks on her forearm from where she was once bitten by a dog in her workplace. A second scar would be one about six inches long travelling horizontally across the middle section of her back from her mother.

Strengths: From having taken martial art classes for roughly five years, Kris has learned skills such as keeping up her endurance and understand what hard work is. She will not shy away from getting down and dirty in something she has to do because if there is no one else to do it there is no point in being lazy or squeamish. Fighting is also another one of her strengths from her training in Shaolin fighting styles. She has gained her black belt in two different styles and has been working towards her next promotions in other methods of kung fu. Stratagem creation and problem solving abilities from an intellectual and resourceful angles are almost a hobby of hers that she does at night or when she is away from the house at her dojo. Remaining calm under pressure which she gained from when she was assisting with animal surgery as well as sparring means she is generally the level headed one if disaster situaions, making her a natural leader. Kris has become almost fluent in Mandarin over the years as a course going alongside her Shaolin training, meaning she would be quick in learning a third language and can be a great asset to the royal family in regards to New Asian ties.

Weaknesses: Staying quiet while someone is being bullied or ridiculed unfairly is exceptionally hard for Kris, and she is likely to fail in her efforts, confronting the person in the wrong and telling them all the reasons why they should apologize. Seeing animals mistreated at the hands of her owners would be something else that gets her down and upsets her. It happens a lot given her job in the veterinarian clinic and Kris will quite frequently scold owners for their poor skills in caring for their pets. Understanding and expressing her emotions without fear is hard for her to do. Because of the death of her father, Kris feels that she has to stand on her own two feet and not ask for help or any support because it won't always be there, and this sometimes makes it hard for her to make friends due to being so independent and headstrong.

Likes: Ever since she was young child, Kris has had a love and incredible fondness for all animals. This stems from her father when he used to take her to work and let her sit with the puppies and kittens in their pens before they got sold to eager customers wanting their own pet. On the opposite end of the spectrum, hunting, camping and fishing are another thing she enjoys doing in her spare time. As long as an animal does not suffer and it dies quickly, Kris is more than happy to partake in the ancient sport of men, but she will not kill without need and will only hunt as much as her freezer can hold. Often she will give a lot of her kill away to people who are in need in her province because of her concern over their well being. Seeing kids so thin that you can see their bones upsets her, therefore Kris tries all she can to remedy that. Martial arts is another thing she likes.Kris started it so she could keep fit as well as protect herself in unsavory situations, but since then she has fallen in love with the ancient form of fighting and practices it whenever she can. Asia culture has always been alluring to her and prompted her to learn the language. One day she hopes to travel there to explore and see all the things she has heard about from her trainer.

Dislikes: Liars and those who are deceitful with what they say and how they act. Staying true to yourself is a thing of importance to Kris and people who try and act perfect get on her nerves, almost to the point of disgust. People who give up and stop trying to achieve something just because there is some hard work involved. All she has to do is think about those in situations worse off than her to find the boost she needs to persevere in an endeavor. Those who look down on other Castes with a condescending nature and think that they are better than other people purely because of having money and being well off. Kris does not judge people without knowing them and knows that people the lowest Castes are probably nicer and more deserving of good in their lives than those in her own social stratum. The people who would rather save their own lives than risk their own for someone else in danger such as cowards and cheats.

Theme Song: Army of Angels by The Script
Color: Since Kris is a bit of a nature freak and into a lot of natural things, i.e. homeopathic herbal remedies, Chinese medicine, being outdoors and such, she has a tendency to lean towards green and blue when having to pick a color for things. Of course she likes to mix and match with blue and purple, or even black despite it not being a technical color, but those would be her top two.
Flower: Secretly, a little bit of her personality that is hidden away from anything and everyone, Kris has a love of all things fantastical and magical. This can be seen in how much she loves the amanita muscaria flora species (view spoiler)[

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Food: Even though she does not have the money to go out often and such, Kris was introduced to a lot of Asian cooking through her dojo, and from that has fallen in love with foreign foods. She will test taste and eat just about anything if she can lay her hands on it. Experimenting in the kitchen over the years of being the queen of her home has meant her knowledge of culinary has grown a lot and she can cook other people dishes quite well. As much as eating healthy is tasty and fun, nothing seems to beat a hearty sized hamburger after a day of training and work when you just have to eat but don't want to be in the kitchen.
Fear: There has not been an event or highly emotional memory for her to develop the arachnophobia she has, but Kris can simply not stand spiders. They made her skin crawl and seriously freak her out. One time there was a harmless Pholcidae spider in the shower (daddy longlegs) and she screamed from shock at seeing it since it was on the shower door handle. In her towel she raced from the bathroom and had to get her brother to get it out for her. Another time, Kris was walking down to her room in a dark hallway and stood on a big spider in her doorway. She almost cried and washed her foot a lot before sitting on the couch and shaking. Unconsciously she had started to claw her arm and an hour later after the shock wore off she had made her arm bleed. It was so bad she would not even sleep in her room that night, she slept on the couch. Spiders just really get to her. What is amusing though is that if she is a certain distance away from them, Kris will be fine, it is just being in close quarters to them that will freak her out. Another one of her fears is the dark. Kris would describe it as being more a fear of what is in the dark and not being able to see more than anything else, but to sum it up simply, it is the dark. Being unable to defend herself in the dark or get to a source of light would really scare her. If she was caught out in the woods at night in the dark she would have to fit the urge to sit down with her back against a tree, close her eyes, and wait until the morning to move again. There is something about having her back exposed at night during the dark which makes her feel uncomfortable and a little bit scared.

Relations:
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» Whilhelmina Rotcheford - Sister; 10 Months; Baby; Died From Sudden Infant Death Syndrome

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Other: "I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." -- Marilyn Monroe

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Personality: Still black waters running deep into even darker places never explored. That is how a person could describe this woman and the secrets within her overactive mind. This is because Kristannah is very distant from the people around her, not really desiring friendship from others and keeping her true self safe and locked away from dangerous beings. This makes her seem cold and antisocial but really is it because she doe not want to hurt or lose a person once she begins to care for them. A lot of people are not accepting of her kind of persona and the only thing worse than someone she loves dying would be having someone she loves rejecting her for being the way she is; afraid of more loss in her life, for that is something she would not be able to handle. First she lost her father, then she lost her sister, and having anymore loss would tip the scales into a dangerous balance of disrepair. Generally staying off to the side of crowds and keeping attention off of her to ensure her emotional safety, Kris has taken to observing those around her to fill the void of having no companions to go through life with. She realized she could gather a lot of information from watching the things around her like this and with her analytic personality mixed into the potluck of hobbies she is active within it caused her to gain impressive deduction skills. These skills have become rather unintentional in use however as Kris will sometimes find herself more interested in a person's physical behavioral traits than the words they are speaking to her, but Kris finds that sometimes body language is more honest than words given to her, therefore is content with accepting this quirk of hers. Yet just because of all this quietness and thoughtfulness within her, Kristannah is very kind to people despite not wanting to get to know them. Due to her kindness if she sees someone hurting she will want to help, and because of her observant nature, she often does see people who are hurting. It brings out the protective nature deep within her heart, the one where she tries to make people feel safe and happy even when she will never feel that way herself. A small part of it this trait of hers will always stem from the death of her sister. Kris truly believes that her mother was not able to handle having a third child and decided to end her life, and that she was not able to protect the baby will always haunt her.

History: This is a girl with many names to suit many different aspects of her life. As a baby, her mother and father argued over what to officially call her for weeks, coming up with the name Kristannah after receiving a letter from the hospital saying they were running out of time to give her a title. It was her mother who ended up getting the final choice in her name. What does she think of it? Well, Kris hates it. This is blatantly obvious by how she always goes by the shortened version of it. When she was a toddler and her mother kept trying to call her for dinner, Kris just suddenly one day said, "No! I will only come out if you call me Kris!" She was a stubborn little spit fire, much like her mother, and went to sleep that night without eating because her parent would not cave into her. Ever coaxing from her father would not get her out to the table. This went on for two days and Rhoswen only started to call her Kris because her father was getting concerned about it. He did not want to see his little girl going hungry just because Rhoswen would not give her a nickname. Joshua had one, and she wanted one to. She wanted one so similar to his that she just had to make it a boys nickname along with him. This was the first time Rhoswen started to resent her daughter. Yes, it was something small, but the mother of our rebel in question had always wanted a pretty-princess-in-pink type of girl to raise. But it was quickly realized that Kris took after her father more than anything else. Between Kris and Joshua, a person not knowing that family might very well get led to believe that she was the oldest of the two siblings. Always the one to try things first, never letting Josh do anything that might involve him getting hurt. Even their personalities would make you think that Kris was born first. She was a bit of a verbal child. Not in a rude sense however, just in an outgoing, somewhat eager way, her childhood being filled with adventure and delight whereas Joshua was always the one to be more shy and soft spoken. While she hates the term now and would never call herself one, Kris was definitely daddy's girl, perking up massively whenever he finally got home from work and not going to sleep unless he was the one who tucked her in. She and her mother just seemed to have a pretty ordinary relationship. People who knew the family before Paul's death might define their bond as almost courteous. The death of Paul is what threw a giant spanner into the little works of the family in question. Kris was eleven at the time of her father's accident. In fact, she was even there on the day, not close to him but definitely out with the hunting party. It was not an uncommon thing for her to go out and hunt with her father and his friends. The day she took down her first deer with a perfect shot resulted in the family going out to dinner to celebrate the honing of her skills. On this day, those in the forest were riding out on horses with guns close at hand, following the tracks of a stag which everyone thought would make a great addition to the wall of someones home. The terrain was rockier than what they were all accustomed to, competition driving them into unknown regions of the Yukon to claim the coveted prize. Snow was blanketing the ground and it had hidden a series of rocks that her father's horse stood on. The result was the horse tumbling down a cliff, a small one at that, but somewhere during the fall, Paul released his rifle and a stick hooked onto the trigger. A shot sounded. The rifle had gone off accidentally and hit Paul in the side of the face. He died instantly. Her father's friends would not let her see the body for it was a gruesome sight and rode away with her screaming and crying. Two days later at a funeral attended by at least half of the town she lived in, Kristannah found out there her mother was pregnant, walking in on her throwing up in the church bathroom. Something in the way that her mother spoke gave her the impression that her mother did not want another child. Not now. Not without her father there. Not ever, if she presumed right, knowing that her and Rhoswen had an almost strained relationship because they were just so different. Over the next nine months, Kris tried to help out more, lessening the burden on her mother as she saw her starting to fall into the grips of prenatal depression. It was a mix of that and heartache which was affecting her mother. The issues almost seemed to be clearing away and Rhoswen almost back to normal before the baby was born. Kris was the first to hold her new sister after the labor was over. Her mother would not even look at her at first. A twelve year old girl was being left as the carer of a new born baby as their mother would not tend to her. In the beginning, Kris just thought that her mother was tired from giving birth and needed a few days rest. Days turned into weeks with no change. It seemed that not only was her mother now becoming bitter from her husband's death, Rhoswen had picked up postnatal depression and almost despised the new addition to the family. Joshua and Kris fast became a substitute set of parents to little Whilhelmina. Kris would leave the baby with the neighbors so that she could go to school and pick her up as soon as she got home, not able to afford a nanny on her mother's benefit which was quickly thrown away on alcohol. There was only about two hundred colors a week left in her budget after her mother made the weekly trip to the liquor store. This was supposed to cover the bills as well as formula for the new baby, not even counting food for the older siblings. Savings from the family bank account had to start going towards the mortgage payments, what funds had been put aside for her college tuition being out into saving the house. Everything went along in the same routine like this until her mother started to get into an even worse way, often coming out of her room in the dead of night and starting to verbally attack Kris. She said that if Kris had not have asked to go hunting that day, Paul would still be alive. If she had not had her as a second child, Paul would still be alive. Blaming her and saying how much of a nuisance and a drag Kris had been on a relationship had torn them apart. Why could she not be more like her reserved, introverted son? Even though Kris was not the biological mother of Willa it was clear she was a natural and a much better mother than Rhoswen had ever been. This made Rhoswen resent Kris, it made her hate the baby for not viewing her as its mother because she was the one who gave birth to her, despite having never even held it. So, one night ten months after her birth, Rhoswen snuck into the nursery and put a pillow over Whilhelmina's tiny little face. The next morning, Kris was distraught to discover that her little sister was not breathing. Kristannah tried her hardest to resuscitate the child while Joshua called the ambulance, and Rhoswen just stood their watching. No emotions other than a small touch of a smirk playing at the corner of her thin, bitter lips. Now it was Kris who was the one to get depressed. She knew in her heart with all of her soul that Rhoswen was the reason her sister died. Her little baby girl, who was more than just a sister to the twelve year old girl in question. The coroner report said that Willa passed on because of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome, but Kris looked up about it and found that sometimes the doctors got it wrong. That they misdiagnosed a death of someone as something else. Had she the money, Kris would have gotten them to do it again. But alas, money was running out, and something had to be done about it. As a fifteen year old girl hoping to save the dreams of her brother who desperately wanted to go to college, Kris dropped out of school and managed to beg a job at the vet clinic which had employed her father. All through this she still had to put up with her mother's abusive nature and the hardship of running a household from as young as twelve, but everything did get easier. She got better at it through practice. When the Selection came around, Joshua made her promise to put her name into the lottery, wanting her to just get away from the negativity of the house for even just a small amount of time. Kris obliged him and ended up getting chosen as the one girl from the Yukon who would vie for the heart of the prince and try to win his love.

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{ Alice America Quelth }

▴ female ▾ 18 ▴ bisexual ▾ Aries ▴ dancer ▾

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Alice is a fairly tall girl, standing at five feet and six inches tall. Her skin is a creamy color, very pale, and easily contrasting with the shockingly dark mane of hair that falls down to her waist. Her black hair falls in long waves, but is easily manipulated by curling irons or straighteners for shows, whatever need be. Her eyes are large and a sparkly light blue color, with tiny shoots of white within them.

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〱Cool
〱Driven
〱Intelligent
〱Blunt
〱Charming

A lovely girl. Sweet, gentle, understanding. Alice can be all of those things. She can be the best person you've ever met. The light of your life, sweet as cherry pie. People love the little ballet dancer--hope to make her theirs, but she's very much her own. She has an effect, a twitch in her smile that charms the best of them. Mothers wish their sons could catch Alice, sons wish they could catch her eye, and girls her own age adore to be around her. She has lots of friends in lots of places, since she's been to many locations with her dance troupe. There's an attractive quality about Alice, something sweet and exciting in the bat of her long lashes. It's just that she's a smart girl, and she knows how to play her cards. She pulls out different personality traits when she needs them, and in the end, it's a bit hard to see who her true self actually is, because she messes with different traits all the time. Sweet girl around the managers, the people she works for. Intimidating and confident around her fellow dancers. Loud and rambunctious among her friends, the risk taker of the group. These different personas help Alice go through her life, acting as different masks to slip on and off. At her core, she's definitely as she is with her friends. She's the sort of girl that laughs at her own jokes and uses sarcasm before English. She's shaved a girls head once, and framed a boy for breaking a museum piece to spite them. Alice has blackmailed and sugar-coated, acted innocent and batter her lashes to the top of her career, and so maybe she is the worst person you know. But the girl she balded was a dirty liar that was sleeping with her boss, and the boy had tried to rape one of her friends. If you give her time, she might get to the point where she can be herself--that cool girl that tips back martinis and wears red lipstick, stays up until two in the morning practicing, the one that adores ugly Christmas sweaters and has a blunt mind filled with creative ideas and explanations for the world. If you give her time, and attention, and honesty, you'll get it all back and more. Alice is work, but she's worth the investment.

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Ada Roth, a beautiful woman. She was a dancer, a caste five, a member of the Thompson Dance Troupe. The Thompson Troupe was alright, they definitely weren't a bad troupe of dancers. They booked a good number of parties for the elite, but not enough to consider them famous. Ada was their best dancer, a tall girl with light brown hair and brown eyes that seemed to simmer. She was married before she even joined the troupe, to a blonde artist named Oran. He was a painter, and his wares sold pretty well. They had a son when they were only twenty, a boy they named Brandon. They always had marital issues and money issues, and usually it was Ada's fault. She could do better than the Thompson Troupe, but Mr. Thompson was always very sweet to her, always kind and ready to give Ada her check early, always giving her raises for doing nothing. Or was he? Oran didn't know if it, but Ada had been having an affair with Robert Thompson, sleeping with him for a number of reasons; she hated her husband, didn't want to be a mother, and, well, Robert was young, handsome, and rich. Spending days with him instead of in rehearsal or at bookings was the stuff of her dreams. But the dream turned into a nightmare when Ada became pregnant again, two years after Brandon was born.

Everyone knew the baby didn't belong to her husband, they could tell as soon as little Alice blinked into the world. There was a mess of black hair on her head, and her eyes were the same white blue as Robert Thompsons. Everyone knew. But no one said. When she was a baby, Alice's mother didn't care for her that much, it was Oran who raised her and kept her safe, even though she wasn't his child. The man accepted that Alice wasn't the one at fault, that it was his own wife that messed up. Alice was taken care of as the baby of the family, but her older brother didn't have the same philosophy as her step father. He always used to pull her hair and take the cookies their father made (he was a man of many talents), calling her a bastard and acting like the fact that she was illegitimate was terrible. Alice never cared. Brandon was just a big idiot, fat and stupid. He wasn't smart or creative or anything that a five needed to be, he would've been better off as a four--the owner of some useless business. But he got by, helping the family by making terrible paintings that barely anyone bought. Alice was the smarter of the two siblings. She could manipulate either of their parents into thinking exactly what de wanted, and that, really, is how she got started in her first dance troupe. She wasn't the best dancer when she was a kid, and even at age 13, her parents were looking forward to what she would be doing with her life. Everyone assumed she would be a dancer, too, including Alice. Her mother thought it would be a good idea to get her lessons with an established dancer, to gauge her talent levels. When Alice met with the woman, and danced a long side her for a few hours, the lady determined that Alice had potential, but wasn't anything special. But Alice refused to believe that. She could dance well, she just needed practice.

Her mother would've called it a waste of time, her father would've said she needed to stop dreaming, but Alice didn't care. When it came to dance, she had her heart set on being the best. So, she went home and told her parents that the woman thought she was extraordinary, amazing. Her parents were overjoyed, and easily believed the young girls story. She was destined for it in their eyes, and with the help of money from Mr. Thompson (that definitely wasn't talked about), Ada bought her daughter everything she would need to start her rehearsals early. She had about a year before she could really join a troupe, so she ended up practicing backstage at her mothers shows. The older women would help her, correct her technique; an angle here, a toe there. And slowly but surely, Alice got to be extraordinary. It took a lot of hard work. Things like skipping dinner to practice and finally falling into bed early in the morning, only to get up a few hours later and start again. But that year flew by, and when it actually came time to audition for troupes, everyone knew that de was a shoe-in for the Thompson opening. She got it, and was the youngest girl in the whole company. She danced surprisingly well for a new girl, and with a lot of extra practice hours and a rigorous schedule, she got to be the solo dancer. It wasn't without hard work though. As much as girls liked to whisper things behind her back about who she must be sleeping with or what she was doing to get her solos, it was all hard work, not God-given talent or any special favors--Alice was just determined, and nothing could shake her from her path.

At 16, the Thompson troupe scored a gig at the home of the governor of St. George. He was an old man, and his house smelled like old wine and bad perfume, but there were plenty of influentials at the dinner show. Alice was of course the solo dancer, and, though she didn't know it, there was a woman in the crowd that very much wanted to give her a job. Her name was Whitney Glenn, and she was the manager of another dance troupe, one called Company Royale. An old troupe, the company Royale had been around for a very long time, and danced not just dinner shows, but in theaters. Whole ballets, hours and hours of just dancing on the stage to a grateful audience. The company was famous, and when Whitney offered Alice a job with them, the young woman readily agreed. The Thompson troupe was great, but with the royales, Alice would get to travel illea and dance where it would be appreciated, not just the show that happened while dessert was brought out. The company had fans, and they got to go from luxurious theater to luxurious theater, dancing and having roses thrown at them, while being cheered on and adored. That all sounded perfect to Alice, so of course she left behind her old troupe for it.

Work was harder with the royales, but easily more rewarding. Alice got to see all of illea, and she took pictures of it all, too. She had a whole box filled with Polaroids of sunsets from plane seats, great canyons that the girls visited on trips, and even of herself and the other girls in group shots during their rehearsals. She actually made very fast friends with some girls in the company, just by being sarcastic and bitchy. It was fun, and she loved her life while she was there. Of course there were rocky parts; things like when a girl fainted on stage because she was "dieting" to stay on top, or the time Alice herself twisted her ankle and almost lost her spot in the company. She wasn't the only one that rehearsed until early morning, either. All of friends were up with her, dancing their steps until their pointe shoes fell to bits beneath them. It was a whirlwind, the sort of life Alice had always wanted. They visited new cities each week, and once they even traveled to England, to perform at some old theater. The status alone of being in the Company Royale almost got her boosted to a caste two, but the registrars office said it wasn't enough until she was a lead performer. As hard as Alice tried, though, she only got solos for about one minute before the main focus was back on a different dancer (one that was older, and had more experience), and that wouldn't change until that dancer retired and Alice was able to take her place, since that was the only fair way.

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Before that could happen, though, the unimaginable did. The Selection was upon the girls faster than anyone expected, so they all took a bit of a break from touring and went home, so they could all sign up. Alice identified as bisexual, since she already knew how attracted she was to girls, but all in the same she was attracted to men, and Prince Oliver was adorable, how could she not be a hopeful for that? The company Royale had performed for the royal family once, but Alice was sure he wouldn't remember her. Even signing up was a long shot, and she wasn't the winner from her province. A girl named Chloe was. Chloe was a two, and has obviously a rude girl from the time she was selected, but St. George was hopeful, and Alice joined in cheering on their girl. After the selected were announced, the company regrouped in Angeles and danced at a couple theaters there, then moved on to other provinces. Within a week, Alice got a call from home. Chloe had been disqualified for harming another selected, and St. George was putting forth another girl, since it was so early and so embarrassing for them. And it was to be Alice. She was of course excited, and after saying her tearful goodbyes to the company, she was given a plane ticket back to Angeles. She's not really sure what's going to happen, but she knows that she needs to be herself, not a collection of people she's been before.

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⑅ Ada Quelth, mother
⑅ Oran Quelth, supposed father
⑅ Robert Thompson, father
⑅ Brandon Quelth, half-brother

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‹ This Is What Makes Us Girls ›

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ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ⇢ 5"5
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ⇢ skinny and athletic
ʜᴀɪʀ ⇢ long brunette straight
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ⇢ icy blue
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Wilful is the word that most would use to describe Saskia, a head-strong and highly practical girl who will do anything to protect those she cares about. She wasn't always strong, a long time ago she was a broken down girl who had very little to live for. Now Saskia is a fighter, a spunky, forward thinking young woman with an inexplicably selfless attitude. Saskia would lay her life on the line if it meant protecting those she loved, especially concerning her little brother Lucas. She cares deeply but Saskia doesn't always know how to show it and she can appear distant and cold to those who don't know her well. Saskia is particularly good at hiding how she's truly feeling and is an excellent liar. She has an innocent face and demeanour meaning people are easily fooled by her flawless lies. Saskia often feels guilt for what happened to her father and though she can't change anything she always longs to relive the past. She's a wild girl with a love of adventure and a tendency to throw herself into dangerous situations. Saskia is someone who is always up for anything and will happily take up any challenge.

Her time spent with the Southern Rebels has really toughed her up and though she's never had to kill someone Saskia knows if it came down to life or death she could almost certainly do it. She's quite flirty and knows how to act around men in order to get her own way. Her time spent living in a seedy club back in Denbeigh and more recently surrounded by rebels has only helped to develop this natural god-given talent. Saskia does possess a way with words and is very good at saying the right thing, she's charming and can easily win people over with her honey-like voice and pleasant demeanour. Though most of this is for show, beneath the surface Saskia is a little rough around the edges, she has a rather colourful language and likes nothing more than to sit around a campfire with a bottle whisky. Still...those aren't exactly favourable behaviours in the palace of all places. Saskia is someone who can go from prim and proper to down and dirty in a number of seconds, she finds it easy to switch up persona and is happy to be the lively party girl or the sweet mannered princess. In spite of her obvious flaws all of Saskia's actions and beliefs come from a good place. She has a gentle heart and only does the bad things in order to protect those she cares about. Saskia won't let herself feel guilty about the Selection because of Lucas, it's all for Lucas after all.

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　ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs ⇢ fear / her younger brother / selflessness / threats
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Nineteen years ago on the hottest day of the year, the entire Clement-Rainer family were gathered in a hospital waiting room, nervously listening out for news on the impending birth. It was on this very day that Lillian Rainer and Jermaine Clement welcomed their first child, a sweet baby girl into the world. They named her Saskia after Lillian's grandmother and of course Jermaine's mother cried, a great aunt snivelled in the corner and somewhere amongst the group of well-wishers somebody actually fainted. It was a joyous occasion, albeit one that was celebrated without the glamour and expense that one might have expected from such a large family. You see the Clement's were sixes, Saskia's father fixed watches for a living and her mother worked as a cook, they made barely enough to scrape by but they were happy. Saskia grew up in a loving home, doted on by her parents and grandparents alike. Not a day went by where she wasn't cherished or loved by those around her. She started at school when she was five years old. Nothing filled Saskia with more joy than racing down the street to her school in the early hours of the mornings. She was an intelligent child, highly motivated and thrilled at the prospect of learning. Her teachers loved her, her fellow students were in awe of her and for Saskia school was the best thing in her life.

The next few years flew by and with them came a twisted combination of sorrow and joy. When Saskia was nine years old she came home from school to the news that her mother was pregnant and that she would be an older sister. Saskia was left ecstatic by the news and spent the following months helping however she could. She cleaned about the house, sold seeds on the streets for extra money and helped her father with his work. But it wasn't enough, with all the hospital bills and necessary purchases the family soon found themselves spiralling into debt. Unbeknownst to Lillian, Jermaine took out a loan. He didn't know the man but he'd heard of him, a ruthless but wealthy individual who certainly had the funds to give. In return he asked for Jermaine to work for him, to carry out the dirty work and collect his debts. That lessened Jermaine's own debt a little, a few thousand forgotten for his loyalty and willingness to complete the tasks at hand. Jermaine would have done anything to protect his family, even if it meant putting his own life in danger. The final months of Lillian's pregnancy passed smoothly, though Jermaine was rarely there and when he did return there was always blood on his knuckles. Saskia sat by her mother's bedside, holding her hand as her little brother was born. They named him Lucas and from that day Saskia knew she would do anything to protect to that little boy.

In the months that followed Saskia fell into a routine of school, study, cleaning and helping her mother with the baby. Lillian was grateful for all that Saskia did, those brief moments in which her daughter took the baby felt like a weight had been lifted. And in all truth Lillian was suffering more in the aftermath of the pregnancy than she let anyone see. No one knew quite how she was feeling or the effect it was having on her. Yet still Jermaine returned home each night with bloodied knuckles and reddened eyes, harrowed by what he had seen and done. It continued much like that, until one night Jermaine did not return at all. It was Saskia who went out looking for him the next day, raced through the streets, stopping vendors where they stood and asking if they'd seen him. Eventually, exhausted, Saskia returned home. The house was in darkness when she got there, the lights out and the garden cloaked in silence. She felt unease creep up on her as she opened the door and when Saskia called into the darkness no one replied, her vacant "hello" simply echoed off the walls. She took one step into the house and that's when someone grabbed her from behind, muffling her screams and dragging her into the living room. Her mother was there, Lucas cradled in her arms as two burly men stood on either side of her. In the arm chair opposite sat just about the most frightening man Saskia had ever seen.

Eyes as black as coal stared at her, looked at her as if they could see into her very soul. There was no compassion in those eyes, only darkness, only terror. A huge scar ran down one side of his face, pulling his lip down in an ugly downturned snarl. In his mouth was a cigarette, the orange glow making his face appear even more horrifying. The man introduced himself as Benedict, the leader of the Southern rebels and the man whom Jermaine had approached for money. Benedict seemed to take joy in delivering the news of Jermaine's death, going into great detail as to how Saskia's father was bludgeoned to death in his effort to collect an unpaid debt. His body had been dumped outside the rebels base, in those days it was a seedy strip club in the city. One of the girls had found him that morning, face smashed in, eyes hanging from their sockets. Saskia had collapsed at that point, barely felt the pain as her knees smashed into the living room floor. Benedict merely laughed though and one of his grunts lifted her back to her feet. The rebel leader explained how Jermaine still owed him money, debts in the region of 30,000 and he wasn't about to just let that go. Benedict wanted repayments, 5,000 a month until the debt was cleared. And he was taking Saskia as collateral. The young girl was horrified, terrified at the prospect of being in amongst the rebels, but her mother didn't say a word. Lillian simply sat there, rocking as she clutched Lucas to her chest, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Not a word passed from Lillian's lips as the rebels took her daughter, as Saskia screamed for her mother and for Lucas, begging the men to let her be. And so they took her, driving for hours until they arrived at the seedy club where girls danced on poles and sordid affairs happened behind closed doors. They left her in the care of Madison, a pretty blonde with more boobs than brain cells. Madison was nice, even if she smoked like a chimney and used the word fuck in every sentence. She found Saskia a bed, or rather a bench with a blanket and gave the young girl several packets of peanuts. Saskia was never meant to be there long, Benedict had hoped the threat of taking her would have been enough to spur Lillian into coughing up the money. But the funds never came. Two years passed and Saskia was still hanging out in the back of the club, cleaning toilets and polishing glasses to keep herself busy. That was when the news came. Lillian had been sectioned, locked away in an asylum after an attempt on her own life and Lucas'. They both survived and Lucas went to live with Lillian's sister, but no one knew just what had become of Saskia. She saw her own picture once, plastered to a lamppost when Madison had sent her out to buy cigarettes, the word missing written in block letters beneath her name. But Saskia looked different now, fourteen years old hair down to her waist, gaunt and skinny in the face. No longer the girl she once was.

Benedict was never silent about his intentions. He'd been very explicit after the news broke about Saskia's mother. Saskia was to be sold to the highest bidder, trafficked out of Illea no doubt and sent far away. Not one of his men had ever laid a hand on her and she was still as pure as the day they'd found her, if a little more worldly-wise. But Benedict never got a chance to fulfil his intentions. Six months later and the rebel base was attacked, taken over by a man with white blonde hair and a tear drop tattoo. He'd stormed the club with a number of fearsome looking men and the wildest women Saskia had ever seen. They'd slaughtered the rebel leader, easily dispelling Benedict's forces and leaving carnage in their wake. When it was all over only a few of Benedict's original rebels remained, pledging allegiance to Damon. Among them was Madison who kept Saskia close to her side as the fearsome blonde man looked over his new recruits. He'd walked down the line, nodding appreciatively or offering a raised eyebrow to the man behind him when he passed one of the barely-clad women. It was when he reached Saskia that he actually stopped and laughed. He'd demanded an explanation from Madison, asked if it was some sort of joke to which she'd unwittingly told him Saskia's story. The man, Damon, seemed intrigued after that, those grey eyes swirling like a hailstorm as he looked at her. Potential, was the word he used, though Saskia didn't know what he meant by that.

And so she left with the new southern rebels, hand clasped tightly around Madison's as the strip club burned to the ground behind them. They walked for days, through the city, far out into the forests where they finally reached the rebel camp. Damon's squeeze - Jen her name was - showed them their tent and the two girls slept soundly for the first time in years. In the months that followed Saskia adjusted to rebel life, she learned to hunt in the forests, watched attack plans take place and began to hate the royals just as the others did. In time she forgot about her old life, well almost...some nights she'd sneak away, run back to the city to her aunt's house. There she'd watch through the window as Lucas played on the rug or read a book by the fire, longing, wishing that she could be with her little brother again. Years passed but nothing changed and though she kept returning to the house Saskia could never bring herself to knock on the door. She was nineteen when news of the Selection passed in whispers through the camp and that was when Damon approached her. He'd barely said a word to her in four years but now he needed her help more than ever. Damon explained why he'd kept her about, why he'd protected her from Fury's tendencies and Fire's temper. He needed her to enter the selection. Saskia refused at first, that was until Damon told her he knew about her little night time escapades. He threatened Lucas, threatened to burn the house to the ground unless Saskia agreed to do it. And begrudgingly, hating him, she accepted. So they prepped and primed her, Jen taught her about seduction, Damon taught her how to fight and somehow she was selected. Now she's simply got to do everything she can to protect her brother, even if it means committing high treason.

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♔ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢ Jermaine Clement
➝ status: deceased
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♕ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢ Lillian née Rainer, Clement
➝ status: alive
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♗ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢ Lucas Clement
➝ status: alive
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