Approved Characters - Other

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Please post any other characters here. This includes the royal event planner, the king's mistress, the governess, the reporter, and anyone else who doesn't fit into the molds. They must be accepted before roleplaying.

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Approved A little bit short, add more if you can, but it's enough for approval. :) Also you spelled dying wrong, in the fears, there's no e.

[Sυммer Rαιɴ || Wrιтιɴɢ ιѕ α cαllιɴɢ, ɴoт α cнoιce.]

Oh, one more thing, on her occupation you might want to put 'Head Reporter' because there will be other reporters.

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Sure. I commented on it. :)

[Savannah]

Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Alexandra (Александра) – said, “ahleekSAHNdrah”
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Nika (Ника) – said, “NEEkah”
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Elizaveta (Елизавета) – said, “yehleezaVYEtHah”
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Svetlana (Светлана) – said, “svyehtLAHna”
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Alex

Agє: 29
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: December 2
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: Russia

SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Heterosexual
Ƈяυѕн: None
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Single

Ƈαѕтє: Two
ƝαтισηαƖιту: Russian
Occυραтιση: Russiam Diplomat
Face Claim: A. J. Cook

Aρρєαяαηce:

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Height: 5'9"
Weight: 129lbs
Hair colour: blonde
Skin colour: light; pale
Eyes: blue
Body type: tall; graceful; dignified
Pitch of voice: warm; smooth; melodic
Distinguishable markings: none

Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє: Professional. Considering her job is to represent her country around the world, Alexandra always retains a sophisticated but feminine dress style. When she is not working you are likely to see her in a casual shirt with long pants.

ƤєяѕσηαƖιту: Alexandra is always very professional, holding her head high and remaining a proud citizen of her country. She is very polite to everyone, no matter what their caste, despite being the dignified and important person she is. Over the years she has gained a vast amount of knowledge about several different countries and all about the inner workings of different political circles. This information would make her a scary enemy to have, but also an ally which could never be replaced.
Trait 1: Mannered
Trait 2: Polite
Trait 3: Dignified
Trait 4: Intelligent
Trait 5: Proud

Lιкєѕ: Working; Russia; Cold Weather; Reading before a Fire; The Ocean; Boats; Sailing

ƊιѕƖιкєѕ: Rudeness; Laziness; Liars

Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ: Snow Boarding; Ice Skating; Hunting

Sтяєηgтнѕ: Remaining diplomatic even in the hardest situations. Her efficient manner while working. Being able to stay organized. Keeping herself mannered even when she wants to punch someone in the face.

Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ: Difficulty opening up to people. Showing emotions. She is unable to get attached to things easily.

Hιѕтσяу: Alex grew up as the only child of her father. Her mother abandoned the pair shortly after she gave birth, not wanting to be the wife of a ship builder. She always knew how much pain her father was in because of the betrayal and was determined to make him proud enough of her to forget his broken heart. After studying hard and working even harder to get into the world of politics, she was eventually selected to be the foreign diplomat which represents Russia in other countries. When she told her father he was the happiest she had seen him in years and was even allowed to have him accompany her on a few of her business trips. However, while they were in Italy together he fell ill and soon passed away. He was at peace, having died in a hospital overlooking the coast, staring at the ocean which he had dedicated his life to working near. That was the last trip before now, when she has been sent to Illea to assist in some aspects of the Selection. Alex is intrigued by the whole affair and is looking forward to a distraction from her beloved father's death.

ƑαмιƖу:
↳ Markarov Svetlana - Father; Ship Builder; Deceased

Ƒяιєηɗѕ: A few other foreign diplomats.

Ɛηємιєѕ: Those who she beat out when she was chosen to become the Russian diplomat in charge of her duties.

Oтнєя: Alex hopes to be able to go sailing while she is in Illea.
Favorite Colors: Red
Favorite Flower: Canna; Bleeding Heart
Favorite Foods: Warm, spicy foods
Favorite Constellation: Saggitarius
Birthstone: Topaz
Birth Sign: Saggitarius
Birth Element: Water
Fears: Someone ruining her in the political world
Flaws: Professional manner
Theme Song: TBA

[Sυммer Rαιɴ || Wrιтιɴɢ ιѕ α cαllιɴɢ, ɴoт α cнoιce.]

Approved.

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Part Ett (one) of Två (two)

"This world can be pretty fucked up, and it's pretty damn lonely to walk it alone. Good thing I don't mind the loneliness."



Basic Details

Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Axel
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Aurelian
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Johansson
Name Meanings:
↳ Axel, Swedish, "Father of Peace"
↳ Aurelian, Swedish, "Golden, Gilded"
↳ Johansson, Swedish, "Son of Johan"
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Ax, Aurel, Lian. He prefers just Axel, though.

Agє: 33
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: August 25th
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: Nybro, Swedenway. It is a small city with a lot of culture, lots of forest and trees. Very beautiful, a short trip from the ocean. Farm land.

bröllop (weddings), Morgongåva (wedding gift from groom to bride)



SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Bisexual, any warm body will do. Though he prefers women.
Attraction: He likes blonde women, blue eyed, perhaps because Swedenway and other Scandinavian countries have so many of them. He likes women with accents, fit bodies, women who are a little bit rough and can handle him. He deludes himself into thinking he likes relationships where it's just sexual and the woman doesn't care about him or what he's like, but he really likes a woman who understands him. A perceptive woman, a woman who can call him on his bullshit. He also likes uptight women that he can completely unravel. Makes it challenging.
Ƈяυѕн: None, yet.
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Casually single.



Ƈαѕтє: Two, used to be a One.
ƝαтισηαƖιту: Caucasian, Sweden.
Occυραтιση: Diplomat
Face Claim: Alexander Skarsgård.

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Ɯяιттєη Ɗєѕcяιρтιση: Axel is an incredibly handsome, fully Swedish man. Standing tall at 6'4, he has a toned, fit body. Slender legs, full six pack, strong broad shoulders. Although he's not huge on the important part of him, he's not small either. He has bright blonde hair, always meticulously styled, and the bluest eyes you could ever see on a Nordic man. He keeps himself clean shaven, and his appearance is important to him so he has weekly hair and nail appointments. Guys need care too, it isn't just for females! Plus his cuticles usually need some work. He has long, tapered fingers, long legs, size 9 feet. He could have been a model if he wasn't chosen as a diplomat.

Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє: He dresses formally, of course, because of his work. But that doesn't mean he has to like it. He prefers being naked or wearing jeans and a shirt, maybe a jacket. Axel takes pride in his appearance, but he also knows he's good looking no matter what he wears. So he wears what he wants, when he can get away with it.

ƤєяѕσηαƖιту: The personality of how he acts and how he is, are two very different things. There's also the case of how he acts to who. In business he is professional, formal. He's charming, intelligent, and could probably talk people into just about anything. It was a gift of his. He's good at organization, resources, and he knows a lot of people, so he can pull strings. In romance, he knows what he wants and he goes for it. He's a flirt, a romantic, someone who can charm the pants off of any girl. He likes a challenge, and he doesn't give up when he finds someone attractive. And then there's his natural personality. He's a family man, loyal, caring. He's also fun, casual, with a good sense of humor. He can be playful and calm. But only with someone he cares about. With most people he has a much different side. Cold, manipulative, always thinking, 'What can this person do for me and how do I act to achieve that?'. He acts like a jerk, because he doesn't want anyone to get close to him. He's been hurt, and so the only people he lets get even a little close are girls he sleeps with, which are meaningless to him, and family, which have disowned him. Deep down he's a good person, but he acts badly most of the time. However, he does have a serious temper, and he can be pretty mean when he wants to be. The key is to remember he isn't like he seems, and to hang in there to see the real him. A sweet, innocent, caring, romantic him.



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Lιкєѕ: Beautiful women, Hunting, Fishing, Snow Boarding, Skiing, Swimming, Sex, Dancing with Beautiful women, Weddings, Open Bars.

ƊιѕƖιкєѕ: There are very few things he actually dislikes, even though he acts likes he hates everything. He dislikes criminals, people who hurt those he loves, his father, people who tell him what to do. He also acts like he hates people who try to understand him, but in truth that isn't so bad.

Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ: Sex, and any of the things he likes. Surprisingly, along with hunting, fishing, snow sporting, and swimming, he likes wood carving, and music. He also has an interest in weaponry and Swedish traditions.

Sтяєηgтнѕ: Speaking fluent Swedish, English, and interest in learning more languages. He's also a skilled fighter, having taken fighting lessons from a young age. And coming from Royalty himself, he knows the ins and outs of court, making him the perfect Diplomat.

Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ: Beautiful women who understand him, people who can see through his act, his family, his temper, his fear of intimacy.

Hιѕтσяу: See Part Två (two)

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His father, King Warner Johan. Relationship: They don't talk, and they barely ever mention each other to other people. However, they used to be extremely close. King Warner is a hard man, but he wanted the best for his son, which is why he was hard and disowned him, making him a diplomat and removing his title of royalty. FC: Stellan Skarsgård.




His mother, Queen Victoria Johansson. Relationship: Very close, they keep in touch. However, she agrees with her husband's choice, and isn't planning on babying Axel, either. FC: Kristin Bauer Van Straten.



Sister, Evelyn Johansson. Relationship: They act like they can't stand each other. The two are ridiculous when in the same room together. However, deep down they're super close. FC: Mini Andén



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Ƒяιєηɗѕ: He doesn't really have friends. More like competitors or lovers.

Ɛηємιєѕ: Anyone who can't take his jerkishness.

Oтнєя:



Favorite Colors: Dark blue, Yellow, Gray, Green.
Favorite Flower: Förgätmigej, or in English, Forget Me Not.
Favorite Foods: He likes most traditional Swedish food, but his favorite is Kanelbullar, traditional Swedish cinnamon roll.
Favorite Constellation: Sextans, for the shear fact it has the work Sex in it.
Birthstone: Sapphire
Birth Sign: Virgo
Birth Element: Earth
Fears: Failing in life, Losing those he loves, intimacy, people knowing him as a good person.
Flaws: His reluctance to let anyone know what he's really like, his tendency to be an ass to make sure that doesn't happen, his fear of losing people but his flaw of pushing people away at the same time. Vicious Cycle.
Theme Song: TBA

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Part Två (two), Axel Johansson's History

Axel was actually born into Swedish royalty. He was the prized prince, a perfect blonde, blue eyed baby boy. Growing up, he was the ideal son. Charming, cute, obedient. He loved his parents more than anything. His father was a tough man, but that was something Axel admired. His mother was a little on the slutty side, but she was a beautiful, graceful queen, someone he looked up to. They cherished their son. He was adored, spoiled rotten, and he loved them. When he was about seven, his mother had an affair and got pregnant with his little sister, Evelyn, or Evie for short. His father wasn't exactly faithful, so they let that slip, other than executing the man who got his mother pregnant. Evie was raised with Axel, and he loved her. He was her big brother, her protector. He was dedicated to her, she was his little sister. He would paint her nails and brush her hair, that's how much he loved her. They were the cutest siblings ever. One time, she even convinced him to put on a dress and wear makeup, with a bow in his short blonde hair. To this day, he has a picture of that in his wallet, as a good, albeit embarrassing, memory. All was good until he was about eighteen. He fell in love. With a Russian princess, named Linea Ivashkov, daughter of Adrian Ivashkov, the former, short lived, king of Illea, who later became king of Russia when he remarried with the princess of Russia. Linea was not like girls he was usually around. She was vibrant, bright, a party animal with a fierce personality. She was rough and she was sweet. She was intelligent and she was naive. She was perfect, and he loved her. He loved her brown eyes, her accent, he loved when she spoke to him in Russian and coaxed him into spending the day doing nothing but laying in bed with her. She was bad for him, but he loved her. His parents didn't approve, but he was ready to risk everything for her. He was young, impulsive. Even no, he's impulsive, but in a much more mature way. Back then he was living in the moment. So he bought a ring and plane tickets, and he proposed to her. Obviously, she said yes. They were driving to the airport when it happened, a truck slamming into it. To this day, Axel will claim he doesn't remember much about the accident. But he does remember hearing her gasp, seeing the flash of headlights in the dark night. He remembers his head smacking into the steering wheel and the sound of crunching metal as the car spun out of control. Next thing he remembered is blinking his eyes open and feeling his blood on the steering wheel. His neck hurt, no, his whole body. When he sat up, it took him a while to figure out where he was. And when he did, he looked over to Linea, to find the horrific scene that would be burned into his mind. She was bloody, a piece of sharp metal sticking right through the windshield, through her chest, through her chair, like a human shish kabob. Her head was hanging low, her brown hair falling in her face. When he reached over, in an eery, shocked kind of calm, he pulled back her hair. Her eyes were open, gazing sightlessly forward, no life in them. He isn't sure what happened next, but he knows time passed, and next thing he knew, he was in a hospital, surrounded by his family. And his new fiancée had been put in a body bag. It was traumatic, and hurt him, deeply. Since, he's had intimacy issues, particularly concerning love and anything deeper than mindless sex. As he got older, things took a turn. He got into drinking and partying, he spent more time skipping his lessons to hang out with pretty girls than being a prince. He was moody and rebellious, and he was sleeping with plenty of girls with no plan to seriously date one. He was primal, almost, just sex and drinking every night, no focus, no life to live. His emotions just sort of... detached. He was a mess, and he was going down a wrong path. He was going to make a mistake, get a girl pregnant, get himself killed, whatever. So his parents made a decision. They did drastic measures. They disowned their own son, their crowned prince. The deal was if the king died, or Axel mended his ways, he'd come back at a royal. Until then, he was on his own. They set him up as a Caste Two, with plenty of money, and got him a job as a Diplomat. At first he was pissed. He fought with his father over it, claiming it wasn't fair. but his father was sick and tired of him sleeping around, ignoring his responsibilities. For a while he refused their help, his pride too hurt. But finally, when he was broke and had no form of living left, he accepted being a diplomat. It's been a couple years and his contact with his family, specifically his father, has been limited. He no longer minds being a diplomat, but his pride has been hurt. As he's gotten older, he still hasn't improved his ways. He's stopped drinking so much, and become a little of the man he used to be, but he still has kept some bad habits. Such as sleeping with every girl he thinks looks good. Usually blondes, fit, flirty. Girls who he can sleep with and then ditch, that don't expect an attachment. Though deep down, he dreams of settling down. Of going home, becoming king to his country, having a traditional Swedish wedding and little blonde haired babies. He wants the full life, and right now he's just... drifting. He's deluded himself into this bitter, jaded, womanizing personality, and that isn't who he is. Not really.

[Leena]

(Oh god its Eric... you're an amazing woman making him >.>)

[Sυммer Rαιɴ || Wrιтιɴɢ ιѕ α cαllιɴɢ, ɴoт α cнoιce.]

XD The one and only, Eric Northman. Both his vindictive asshole side and his soft, cuddly, playful side. And I made Pam his mother. :D I love him. <3

[Leena]

Me too! I can't help it, and everyone around me hates that I like him, but my word he's amazing and oh so lovely :D

[Sυммer Rαιɴ || Wrιтιɴɢ ιѕ α cαllιɴɢ, ɴoт α cнoιce.]

XD He's the best. I haven't seen the most recent seasons but I've heard some juicy rumors. However, I love him with Sookie. I think I'll always ship Sookie and Eric... or Sookie and Alcide. I've read the books, too, and the show and the books are two entirely different beings. I'm not really sure how to compare the two anymore. But I love them both. ^_^

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ᴘᴀʀᴛ Ⅰ



“I ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇ I ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ ﹣ ʙᴜᴛ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ sᴍᴇʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜs ᴅᴀᴍᴘ ɢʀᴀss ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢʀᴏᴡs ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴏʟᴅ ᴡᴀʟʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴏᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʟᴇᴇᴠᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ɪs ᴀ ᴍᴏssʏ sʜᴇʟᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴄᴀᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ ᴊᴜsᴛ ғɪᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ.” {Zᴇʟᴅᴀ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}

∘ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ∘ Callum O'Callaghan
∘ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ∘ In Irish the meaning of the name Callum is: a Latin name meaning dove.
∘ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ﹙s﹚ ∘ Cal, Call

“A ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ sᴜᴄᴄᴇss ɪs ᴀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏs ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴀʀᴅs ᴀs ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟʟʏ ᴀs ɪғ sʜᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴘʟᴀɪɴ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}



∘ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ∘ Luca Hollestelle


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Callum is a bit of a short girl, she isn't as tall as he average woman. She has a slim figure though, with slight curves that define her body. Her skin is pale with freckles dotting every surface. Some would think them a curse, but Call loves them.
Callum's eyes are large and oval shaped, set perfectly apart on her petite face and rimed by long, fair-toned lashes. Her irises are a dark brown, an oblivion of chocolatey tones.
Callum has long, bright red hair that's one of the staples of the O'Callaghan family. It's a bit wavy in its natural way, but often times she pulls it up into loose ponytails, so it's not in the way of her eyes.

∘ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ∘ 5'4
∘ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ∘ 113 lbs
∘ sᴛʏʟᴇ ∘ Callum isn't a fan of vey fancy clothing. She likes simple things, separates that she can put together in different combinations to create different looks. She isn't a large fan of dresses, and prefers more neutral colors.
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“Aʟʟ I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɪs ᴠᴇʀʏ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɪʀʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsɪʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ ɪs ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ﹣ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ” {Zᴇʟᴅᴀ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}



∘ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ∘ Female
∘ ᴀɢᴇ ∘ 18
∘ sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ∘ Heterosexual

∘ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ∘ June 8th
∘ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ∘ 4:00 AM
∘ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ∘ Ireland

“I ғᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ﹐ ʜᴇʀ sɪɴᴄᴇʀɪᴛʏ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ғʟᴀᴍɪɴɢ sᴇʟғ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ. Aɴᴅ ɪᴛ·s ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs I·ᴅ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ﹐ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴡɪʟᴅ sᴜsᴘɪᴄɪᴏɴs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ·ᴛ ᴀʟʟ sʜᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ. I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}



»ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴛʀɪᴀᴛs«
⑅ Fiery
⑅ Intelligent
⑅ Wild
⑅ Unconventional
⑅ Confident
⑅ Energetic
Callum is quite the loudmouth. She's an impulsive sort of person, and doesn't really think about what she's going to say. She just has word vomit, or action vomit. She just does or says whatever comes to mind first. The thing about Call, though, is that she doesn't regret it at all. She thinks it's a good quality, and rejoices that she was taught to be open and opinionated. She would never want to be like those people that tread on eggshells every moment of their lives, that sounds dreadful to her. Callum is a very passionate girl, with strong views and a tongue that's willing to say them. She's compassionate, and wants the best for people and subjects. It's important to her that people are treated well by their monarchy, that their best interests are looked out for, because that's what a government Is for. She's very much educated on things that she's interested in, because she doesn't want to be shown up by anyone in an argument, which she starts frequently. She and her twin, Cass, can be very unconventional in their ways according to Illeans. They aren't as mannered as the women in Illea, they're loud and vibrant, and have energetic souls. They're the type to wear pants instead of dresses, slide down banisters on their bums, and camp out in the woods when they're told not to. But they have fun, and truly are young at the soul. But when it comes to important things, Call doesn't back down or give up on anything.

»ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs«
⑅ Camping
⑅ Horse Racing
⑅ Cassidy
⑅ Standing up for her beliefs
⑅ Shocking people
⑅ Making others laugh
⑅ Laughing until she cries
⑅ Animals
⑅ Sweet things
⑅ Babies

»ᴀᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴs«
⑅ Cruel people
⑅ Extravagant balls and parties
⑅ Criminals
⑅ Vegetables
⑅ Anyone insulting her twin
⑅ Wolfish men
⑅ Castes

»ᴀᴘᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇs«
⑅ Shocking people
⑅ Arguing her opinions
⑅ Standing up for others
⑅ Playing Croquet

»ᴅᴇғɪᴄɪᴇɴᴄɪᴇs«
⑅ Her temper often gets her in trouble
⑅ Loud mouth
⑅ Much too honest
⑅ Faking manners

»ϙᴜɪʀᴋs«
⑅ Cal is always moving. Tapping her feet, twirling her hair or tapping her fingers against something, she can't help it.
⑅ Muttering to herself. On the rare occasions that Cal tries to be good, she usually messes it up by muttering things she'd like to say under her breath.
⑅ Cal always wears the necklace that Cass got for her a couple of years ago (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
⑅ Cal has one tattoo, that she got with Cassidy. They got tattoos of the sun and the moon together, and Cal's is of the moon. (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]

»ᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀs ﹠ ғᴇᴀʀs«
⑅ Being forced into marriage
⑅ Losing Cassidy
⑅ Torture

»ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ sᴛᴀᴛᴇ« Contrary to popular belief, Callum is in fact sane.




“Nᴏ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏғ ғɪʀᴇ, ᴏʀ ғʀᴇsʜɴᴇss, ᴄᴀɴ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴛᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ʜɪs ɢʜᴏsᴛʟʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}

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(view spoiler)[Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ﹐ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀʟᴀᴅs﹐ ɪs ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ ᴀɴᴅ Zᴇʟᴅᴀ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ. Iᴛ ᴡᴀs ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴇʟʟᴀ. Aʟʟ I ᴀsᴋ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴀsᴋ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ɪᴛ’s ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. Tʜᴀɴᴋs ᴛᴏ Lᴇᴇɴᴀ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴅᴀᴍɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢ. (hide spoiler)]

ᴘᴀʀᴛ Ⅱ




“Wʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴄɪᴢɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏ ᴏɴᴇ...ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ·ᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ·ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}

sᴛᴀɢᴇ Ⅰ – ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ
Ireland, a land of rolling hills and murky waters. Home to Tamsin and Geoff O'Callaghan, the king and queen of their beautiful subcountry. Hundreds of years before they were born, countries all over the world were falling victim to hard times, and having to reign in their borders, or even abolish their country to stay afloat. For example, America turned into Illea, gained a king, and basically abolished their entire constitution, leaving their citizens with minimal rights and a caste system. But the United Kingdom was different, they were three countries to begin with, but they only had the funds and power for one. So as a solution, England absorbed Ireland and Scotland, and the countries became two sub countries within each other. Like Illea, they split themselves into provinces, and allowed each province to elect one representative to the parliament of England. The King and Queen were figureheads in old Ireland, they had no power, but got to keep their land and were generally called by titles. They owned a happy castle with good people and prosperous jobs and crops, it was a good world for them. So Tamsin and Geoff wanted to have plenty of kids, at least four, maybe five. They had two to start, Camille and Caitlyn, who were both demure and sweet girls, kind in nature and good at heart. They liked to watch the dressmakers work, and help them sew in a bead every now and then. They were little ladies, and when Tamsin got pregnant for the third time, she expected that her third child would be the same way. Little did she know that she was pregnant with twins. She gave birth to the two girls in her home, with a midwife and her husband holding her hand. Camille and Caitlyn were with her sister, sewing special stuffed animals together for the newborn baby. When Tamsin gave birth to two, she was overjoyed, and the girls were welcomed into the word with love. She named them Callum and Cassidy. Callum was born first, apparently being pushed out of the womb by her (technically) little sister. The babies were already codependent from the moment they were born. They slept in the same crib, cried at the same times, and decided to fall asleep at the same times, letting their parents go back to sleep. They played together, and seemed to be so in sync that everyone thought that they could talk to each other, everyone could tell that their little gurgles and glugs were really a secret language, they understood each other from the very beginning. They also showed their true colors, they were wild little babies. From the time they could crawl, they would wander away from their mother and have adventures in the hallway, since that was as far as they could actually get. When they learned to walk, everyone in the castle was on alert for two waddling babies, holding hands to keep their balance and laughing loudly while they walked as fast they can, trying to escape from anyone, even if they liked them. Which Callum did, she loved her mother and father, even her big sisters that gave her stuffed animals to sleep with and cookies to suck on. Of course their parents always watched on with laughter in their eyes and smiles on their faces. They loved their children, and even brought one more into the world after the twins, a fifth little girl named Casey. And by that time, Callum was five. She was allowed even more freedom than when she was younger, both she and Cassidy were, which meant that they had even more adventures, especially with their father. It was the "king" that taught them how to pitch a tent on the vast palace grounds, the king that made sure his girls knew which plants were poisoned, and which you could eat if you got lost in the woods. He didn't want his girls to be helpless damsels that needed to be saved, he wanted independent children, just like his wife did. And that's definitely what he got. Camille and Caitlyn weren't very much interested in their fathers jaunts outdoors, they would rather tay in, unless a picnic was involved. But Callum and Cassidy were more of the tomboy types, and they quite loved being taught independence. They loved it so much, in fact, that they would sneak outside sometimes and camp out by themselves, without permission or telling anyone. It was always a huge affair when this happened, with a lock down and a man hunt for two petite red heads as soon as they were found "missing". Callum thought of it much like a game of hide and seek, with the guards playing the role of silly seekers, and she and Cassidy being the best hiders around. They always came up with new places to hide, and would only come out after hours of searching, and their father finally calling out that the girls needed to come to dinner, or they wouldn't get any dessert. It always worked, especially on Callum, who's always had a large sweet tooth, and they always got what they were promised after running into their papas arms. Their sisters would openly disapprove of the younger twins behaviors, but they were never rude. They loved their younger sisters, no matter how crazy they seemed to be, and would always condone their acts as charming in the end. Cal just walked to the beat of her own drum. Sort of. Cal and Cass had always been with the same drummer, or so it seemed. They barely ever fought, and they always had the same ideas, the same ways of doing things. They could even be caught walking in step, taking drinks at the same time at dinner, and finishing each other's sentences. They were best friends, and nothing could break that up.

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sᴛᴀɢᴇ ⅠⅠ – ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ
As Callum grew up, she was exposed to some of the more ugly parts of the world. She saw what some of the government systems were like, and even some injustices in her own country. She always brought them up to Cassidy, then they would go together and discuss the issue with their parents, trying to see how they could fix the problem. With their own country, nine times or of ten, the English monarchy were very much willing to listen. They would nod their heads and discuss possible ways to eradicate the problem, and often times something was even done about the issue, something that the twins were always grateful for. They were treated like intelligent young ladies, not like idiots that could only sew and pop out kids. But when it came to the other countries, and how they were run, their parents seemed to be at a loss. There was nothing they could do, they said, and eventually, Callum understood. Their country needed allies, and to get allies, you sometimes had to deal with things that you didn't like. It was for the protection of their own people. And once Callum understood that, she got much less temperamental about castes and dictatorships. All she could do was make sure that her people were treated better than all the others, watch out for the Irish. It was a looser way of life, in Ireland. The palace that the girls lived in was on a huge stretch of land, with nothing to bother them for miles out. The eastern part of their property even led to a large cliff, complete with a beautiful, massive body of water beneath it. By the time she was a teenager, Callum had explored every nook and cranny of the royal land with Cassidy, and knew it like the back of her hand. She wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of her days just wandering. She wanted to watch the murky waters, race the horses all day long, even garden, if she had to. Whatever she could do to stay in her lovely home, in her fantastic country. Callum was allowed free reign in the castle. She and Cassidy could slide down banisters and chase little Casey through the corridors, it was a home, not a place of business, and all the redheaded children felt that. They were children first, and honorary princesses second. Callum was glad it was that way, she didn't want the responsibilities of being a princess breathing down her neck, and she certainly didn't want them for Cassidy, or Casey, the baby of the family. She'd heard of some girls being engaged when they were nine. Nine years old, and being promised to some boy that didn't even know who she was, didn't know what she would be like someday, or what she may want out of like. They just pushed their children in these arranged marriages, for their own selfish benefits. But the "princesses" of Ireland would have choice in their lives. They had ideas and ways of thought that differed from one another. Camille was the classic lady; she wanted a high up husband and three children, one boy and two girls, in that order. She planned for everything, down to the last speck of dust that would be in a room, and had a level of self confidence that was through the roof; she always attracted plenty of suitors, but she picked and chose from them. Then there was Caitlyn, who was shy and soft; she liked to put on makeup and straighten her hair, but she did it just for herself, not for anyone else. She spent her days reading books in the library and petting the tomcats in the barn, making friends with usually only her family. She didn't plan, she was waiting, counting on God and the idea that the perfect man, her soulmate, would just knock into her one day, that he would sweep her off her feet like one of the Fairytales in her books, she was a dreamer. The twins were the rambunctious ones, the ones that wanted to go out and chase their futures, find their goals along the way and make their lives happen as they go. They didn't think about what they would do tomorrow or next month or in a year, they let the world come at them and decoded it as they wished. They loved the outdoors and fresh air, as well as long naps in the sunshine and braiding each other's hair before bed. Lastly there was Casey, the lovely little munchkin. She's all love and joy, bundled up into an immensely adorable package. Casey was pure at heart and always willing to take care of someone if they needed it. She showed a great interest in medicine starting at age 13, and it only grew as she sat in the infirmary and watched the nurses work. She was the sort of girl that nobody could say no to, with her right eyes and eager soul. She claimed that she wanted to be just like Callum and Cassidy, but Cal suspects that she'll be sweeter, more innocent than her older sisters. And if anyone ever tried to make her not so innocent, well, then Callum would have to slice off some sort of body part. Once cal got to be about 16 or 17, the proposals started to flood in, sometimes from men she'd only known for a weekend, men that would stay at the palace to try to win she or her twins heart. Camille was already engaged to a handsome duke, and Caitlyn was much more selective, and easily looked over at that age. So Callum and Cassidy were prime ideas for the men, but they had no interest. None of the men wanted them, they wanted some in to the castle or a title that they could boast at their dinners, they were repulsive, too. Some as much as 20 years older than the girls, wishing to wed them. It made their father very angry, so the Irish girls became known as harsh ladies to woo, a reliable reputation, one that was surely true. Callum doubted that any man that came searching for her hand would be one she ended up with, she very much agreed with Caitlyn, that true love came around and knocked you off your feet one day, and you couldn't settle with marriage, it had to be perfect. They were offered a break, though, when their parents mentioned a trip to Illea. They would go to show Ireland's support of the country during the time of the selection. But Camille was busy with wedding planning and her new fiancé, Caitlyn was too shy, and also had a beau by then, a sweet guard that she was hoping to wed out of true love, and Casey was much too young. So Callum and Cassidy were invited to go, as soon as Camille's wedding extravaganza was over. Callum was excited to see a new country, if not a little bit nervous. But she had Cassidy by her side, so how could she be scared? And Camille's wedding was beautiful and filled Callum up with hope that someday she and Cassidy would find loves like that, she wanted to be as happy as her grown up sister. After many hugs to Casey and multiple forehead kisses from their father, Cassidy and Callum were off, packed and ready for their next adventure.

“Aɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴇᴀᴋʟɪɴɢs...ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ·ʀᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ sᴀʏs ᴛʜᴇʏ·ʀᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ﹐ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴏsᴇ.” {Zᴇʟᴅᴀ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}



ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛɪᴇs
≄ Tamsin O'Callaghan, Mother

≄ Geoff O'Callaghan, Father

≄ Camille O'Callaghan, Sister (24)

≄ Caitlyn O'Callaghan, Sister (21)

≄ Cassidy O'Callaghan, Twin

≄ Casey O'Callaghan, Sister (14)


ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏsᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴs
≄ Her sisters

ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs
≄ None.

ᴍᴜsɪᴄᴀʟ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
Cherry Bomb
Na Na Na
Diane Young
Fred Astaire



“Sᴏ ᴡᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴏɴ﹐ ʙᴏᴀᴛs ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ﹐ ʙᴏʀɴᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴇᴀsᴇʟᴇssʟʏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}

[Sυммer Rαιɴ || Wrιтιɴɢ ιѕ α cαllιɴɢ, ɴoт α cнoιce.]

Approved. Omg I love her to death! She seems amazing, I can't wait to roleplay with her.

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Thank you love!!!

[Leena]

Iηтяσ∂υcιηg

“Iᴛ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ sᴇᴇɴ ᴀs ɪɴsᴀɴᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ﹐ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ɪɴᴇᴠɪᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ﹐ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪs ᴏᴡɴ ʟɪғᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ. Iɴ ғᴀᴄᴛ﹐ ᴛʜɪs ᴀᴄᴛ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪᴇs﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ɪs ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀs ᴀɴ ʜᴏɴᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴅ. Hᴏᴡ ɪs ɪᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ﹖”




∙Fυℓℓ Nαмє∙
Cassidy O'Callaghan

∙Mєαηιηg Oƒ Fιѕят Nαмє∙
irish: Clever or curly-headed

∙Dαтє Oƒ Bιятн∙
June 8th, Gemini

∙Pℓαcє Oƒ Bιятн∙
Ireland(view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]

∙Agє∙
18

∙Gєη∂єя∙
Female

∙Rєℓαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ∙
Single

∙Sєχυαℓ Oяιєηтαтιση∙
Heterosexual

∙Fαcє Cℓαιм∙
Giorgia Faggi

∙Eтнηιcιту∙
Irish Caucasian

∙Occυραтιση∙
Princess of Ireland [middle child]

∙Aƒƒιℓιαтισηѕ∙
Royal relations and such



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Cass has curly, long, full, red hair, much like her sisters, an angular face, spotted with freckles, much like her twins, her eyes are a doe eyed brown, with long lashes. She stand's at 5'5, and brags as much to her twin often because her twin is constantly bragging that she was born first.(aha) She has an athletic body but still holds onto some curves, she has what are called 'dimple piercings' which her father was not happy about at all, she also has a sun tattoo(view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)] on her back that she got at the same time with her twin, who has a moon tattoo on hers. Their tattoos are located in the exact same spots and they find meaning in them. Her style is mostly jeans and shirts, but you can find her in a dress sometimes, though it isn't as often as jeans or shorts to be sure. She likes to have her mass of hair down most of the time, and when its not down then its styled in the latest fashion or thrown up haphazardly on top of her head. Being a princess doesn't mean all frills and lace for this girly, she has her own sense of style and love for whatever she feels is comfy.



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∤∤∤⇁Lιкєѕ

-Camping
-Standing up and being a voice for those that can't be heard
-The idea of a revolution(Wouldn't it make things more interesting?)
-Horse back riding
-Spending every free moment with her twin Call
-Dreaming up stories and telling them to her sister
-Making others laugh
-Having fun at any expense really
-Being one of four princesses
-Exploring her home land



∤∤∤⇁Dιѕℓιкєѕ
-A voice raised her way
-Being told no, its not something that happens often
-Seeing those that go hungry and then those that pay hundreds of dollars for a pillow their tush sits on
-The Caste system in general
-Stuffy rooms
-Rude people in general
-Lady like things, why can't things just be things? And people do as they pleased?
-Touchy, feely men that overstep their bounds
-The idea of being promised to someone without ones permission
-Anti-feminist's

∤∤∤⇁Sтяєηgтнѕ
-Has her own opinions
-Brave
-Adventurous
-Loving
-Protective
-Kind


∤∤∤⇁Wєαкηєѕѕєѕ
-Loud mouth
-Doesn't think before she speaks
-Has no qualms of breaking rules to suit her own needs
-Respecting ones personal boundaries when she's truly interested, making herself a hypocrite
-Old people, she loves the hell out of them
-Her twin, she would do anything, seriously anything for her


∤∤∤⇁Pнσвια(ѕ) Oя Fєαя(ѕ)
[Callum dying and leaving her in the world alone]
[Being beheaded, she just thinks it's an awful way to go]

∤∤∤⇁Aвιℓιтιєѕ σя Sρєcιαℓ Aттяιвυтєѕ
Cass has a special way with words, and its earned her what she wants on many occasion. Most people don't even realize that she's manipulating them, sometimes she doesn't realize it herself, but she does it quite well, hence the reason she's hardly been told no her whole life. She also has a heart for the poor and needy, and will go out of her way to bring them things even if its frowned upon and not her place to do so.

∤∤∤⇁Mєηтαℓ Hєαℓтн
Mostly sane, though if you hear some tell it they would call her the red headed lunatic. Truly though ignore those that do say such things for they know not what they say. :)

∤∤∤⇁Hσввιєѕ σя Qυιякѕ
:Horseback riding
:Camping
:Croquet
:Acting out Skits with her twin
-She bites the inside of her cheek when nervous
-Cass cannot go anywhere without the locket that her twin gave her for her 4th birthday, it has a picture on each side, one of her and one of Callum when they were just toddlers
-Cass Loves the smell and feel of crisp sheets fresh in off the line
-She is attracted to men by their scent

Oᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴇɴ﹐ ᴛᴇɴ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ·ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ﹐ ᴇɪɢʜᴛʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴀʀɢᴇᴛs﹐ ɴɪɴᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀs﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ﹐ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ. Aʜ﹐ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ﹐ ᴏɴᴇ ɪs ᴀ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ʙᴀᴄᴋ

[Leena]

A Hιѕтσяιcαℓ Cσмριℓαтιση ƒσя Yσυя Pℓєαѕυяє

Wʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛs ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴄʟᴇᴠᴇʀ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡɪɴs﹐ ʙᴜᴛ ᴇxᴄᴇʟs ɪɴ ᴡɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀsᴇ



Ⅰ Pнαѕє Oηє
Eαяℓу Hιѕтσяу

Ireland, the one place that didn't exactly change with the rest of the world. They still have a monarchy, they have what is called Parliament still. The Caste system just didn't really take in this particular piece of the world. There was Scotland, Ireland and England a long time ago, Ireland ended up absorbing Scotland, its all very political, but in the end Ireland has rights and they don't really go along with the rest of the world. It is where the beginning this lovely girls life took place, where her father rules and makes decisions for the land, by the peoples own vote, he is King and ruler of Ireland itself with his wife.

Tiny babies, two tiny babies came into the world, first Callum, then Cassidy, red haired, and brown eyed. Their faces were speckled with freckles, and their cherub cheeks were just begging to be pinched and kissed. Their pale skin made their bright, fiery hair stand out, and their pink lips as well. Their mommy, Tamsin, and daddy, Geoff, were over the moon to welcome them into the world, as were their older sisters, Camille and Caitlyn. The twins made the number of siblings four, giving the parents a brood of children fairly early in life still, but it wasn't like they weren't happy about it. They'd always wanted a large family, and were thankful that the twins had come. The whole family celebrated for days after the girls were born, everyone was excited for the two girls that would eventually fill the castle with mischief like they'd never seen. They didn't know that at the time though, they only saw two more beautiful girls that would be wonderful young laides like their older sisters. Camille and Caitlyn were perfectly poised, dressed up like dolls, wonderful etiquette, quite trained little girls that didn't mind in the least. They obeyed the rules, and never ran around the house, or spilled things, they didn't let their curiosity get the better of them. Everyone figured that these two girls would be the same, they would follow the rules, act as ladies even at a young age, show the poise that a little lady should, never give their nannies any trouble. Oh but how wrong, and misguided those poor souls were, if they had known what was in store they might have all quit then and there and taken for the hills to be honest....

Two years old, a tender age for a child, let alone two. Cass and Callum were running around by this age, and they took full advantage of this new thing they could do. It was the beginning of where they learned escaping nannies and/or any other responsible figure that might of been in charge of their well being. The only person they didn't seem to run from when she was around and responsible for them was their grandmother, who they affectionately called 'Granny'. She was their fathers mother, and very loud with her own opinions, she liked to counter their father on every little thing he said just to get a rise out of him, they would giggle furiously if she did so at the dinner table. Cass and Callum would be snuck sweets a lot by their witty grandmother, as well as be included on lots of outings around Ireland when she visited the villagers to help them out. Their father liked that his children were being shown what it meant to help others, and not just think they were above everyone else. This family, this country, was unique and not above helping one another. Some say that the Irish are still heathens, but they like to think they're strong, loving, and a kind place. Cassidy has always thought that her daddy was the best guy on earth, and that her mommy was the perfect woman to rule by her side. She's quite happy that she doesnt' have to rule though, she has two, technically three, sisters ahead of her for the throne, so she has no worries about ever having to take that position. The child was too wild for such things anyway, her nanny like to call her 'red headed step child' and no not with affection. She called her twin that as well, mostly when they ran off and got into some sort of mischief. Their father and mother did their best to instill discipline into all of their children, but for the twins it pretty much fell on deaf ears, and it was really hard for anyone to say no to these two little princesses. Once when they were around seven years old they disappeared for almost a week, the girls had packed up some camping gear and headed for the hills for a week, never letting anyone know. Their father found them with a fire going and fish cooking over it, he was so proud and dumbfounded when he found them that he could only hug them and gently let them know how much they'd worried him. He informed them from now on that they had to camp closer to home, they were in danger so far out, because they were still princesses and someone might kidnap them for money. So they did, when they felt like getting away from the castle they would disappear just out back, upsetting the guards and nannies, but enjoying themselves nonetheless.

Ⅱ Pнαѕє Tωσ
A∂σℓєѕcєηcє

The girls didn't stay the babies, no they had a younger sister when they were four, she was named Casey. And when she got old enough to take out well they had her out with them as well, she was only five when they took her camping with them once. Their father didn't like that much, neither did their mother, so they were more careful with Casey after that. Still the twins got into whatever they could and amused themselves in their own ways. Their governess would start pulling her hair out about halfway through their lessons, needless to say by the time they were fourteen the poor lady was bald and had to wear hats even indoors. The girls didn't feel bad though, no they didn't like her much because she didn't like them much, plus studying was such a bore. Why should they be cooped up when they could be out doing things?! Going on adventures? Cass would whisper or write Callum notes through their lessons, only aggravating their poor governess more.

Boys started coming around when the girls were only fourteen, their mothers as well. Callum and Cassidy were prime girls for marrying, and they wanted to set up arranged marriages. They were always disappointed because the Queen would let these visitors know that their daughters would all marry whomever they fell in love with, and that no arranging would be happening under her roof. Still, the mothers would try to get the girls to spend time with their marry worthy boys, and Cass and Callum would end up doing something drastic to the boys, that or befriending them and giving them romantic advice for girls they were already in love with. Their mother always warned them not to lead boys on, so they didn't. Neither girl had found anyone yet that they thought were their forever. Their sisters however did look for boys to marry, their oldest especially, she had so many calls it was ridiculous. Men from all sorts of nature and diplomacy, Cass saw it all as a game and thought her sister was winning.

Ⅲ Pнαѕє Tняєє
Yσυηg A∂υℓтнσσ∂

Cass' sister finally got engaged to some duke that looked at her with goo goo eyes and made Camille so happy that Cassidy couldn't help but be happy for her eldest sister. It wasn't like they were moving away, so why should it be a sad time? She did threaten the poor guy once though, telling him if he ever hurt or cheated on her sister that she would surely cut his manhood off and feed it to the pigs, poor guy was white as a sheet by the time she was done talking to him. Cass was quite happy with herself though and threw herself into helping with the wedding preparations after that. All the sisters would be in the gorgeous wedding, so it was a very exciting time. And to top it all off the twins found out that they were being sent to Illea afterwards to represent Ireland, that was a true adventure, and one that Cass was pumped for really. Sure she was nervous to leave her parents, but Callum would be with her, so it couldn't be so bad. Her other sister Caitlyn, also had a guy interested in her, the love bug was apparently going around and Cass wanted no part of it. She liked being single, on her own, making her own decisions and causing trouble. Plus wouldn't a love interest pull her away from her twin sister? That is not something that Cass wants in her life. She and Callum have been thick as thieves since they were born, so she has no plans on separating from her anytime soon. This trip to Illea for the Selection event couldn't have come at a better time. She knew that her mother would be looking to maybe play cupid if the girls stayed in the castle much longer, because everyone knew that Caitlyn would be marrying next. The wedding went off without a hitch, it was a gorgeous affair, and Cass gave her sister a long sword for her wedding gift, though her sister seemed confused by the gift she also seemed happy with it, maybe. Tamsin told Cass that maybe it wasn't exactly appropriate, but Cass shrugged it off and then danced the night away with all the single guys her age. The ones that weren't already dancing with Callum that is, but they both made it clear that it was only dancing and nothing more. In some countries dancing means you're promising yourself to someone, and neither girl wanted anyone thinking that that was what they were doing. Cass is stoked for her newest adventure with her twin sister, and although her politics differ from the people of Illea, she plans to have a good time and show them how the Irish live.

Bᴜᴛ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴍᴇᴀɴ ʙʀᴜᴛᴇ ғᴏʀᴄᴇ. Yᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪᴄᴋ ᴀss ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ. Vɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ᴇϙᴜᴀʟ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ. Lᴇᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍʏ ʙʏ ᴇxᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ. Tʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪs. Wᴀʀ ɪsɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴏʟᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ﹐ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀsᴜᴀʟᴛɪᴇs﹐ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs. Tʜᴇʀᴇ’s ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴏɪᴄ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀʀ. Iᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏʀ I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇɴ

[Leena]

ⅣPнαѕє Fσυя
Eχтяα Iηƒσямαтιση Tнαт Mαу Bє σƒ Iмρσятαηcє

Iᴛ·s ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴀɴ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴀʀʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ. Bᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴏᴇs ARE ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ﹕ Hᴇʀᴏᴇs ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴜs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴏᴜʀsᴇʟᴠᴇs.



⊸Tнє Lινιηg Rєℓαтισηѕ
Father, Geoff O'Callaghan

Mother, Tamsin O'Callaghan

Sister, Camille, 24

Sister, Caitlyn, 21

Twin Sister, Callum, 18

Sister, Casey, 14

Granny,


⊸Tнє Dєcєαѕє∂ Rєℓαтισηѕ αη∂ Fяιєη∂ѕ

⊸Cℓσѕє Fяιєη∂ѕ
All of her sisters


♬Fανσяιтє Pℓαуℓιѕт♬
http://8tracks.com/royal-without-geno...


Aʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʜᴇʀᴏᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ sᴛᴏʀʏʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀs ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ. Eᴠᴇʀʏ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs Aʀᴍʏ ᴘʟᴀʏs ᴀ ᴠɪᴛᴀʟ ʀᴏʟᴇ. Dᴏɴ ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ. Dᴏɴ ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴊᴏʙ ɪs ᴜɴɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ. Eᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴀɴ ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴊᴏʙ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴍᴜsᴛ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ. Eᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴀɴ ɪs ᴀ ᴠɪᴛᴀʟ ʟɪɴᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴄʜᴀɪɴ.

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"War must be avoided at all costs, no matter what it is over, to save innocent lives."

Basic Details

Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Jilang
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Elise
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Chen
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Tiffany, Tiff, Ji

Agє: 17
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: December 21st
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: Hong Kong, New Asia

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

Ƈαѕтє: N/A
ƝαтισηαƖιту: New Asian
Occυραтιση: New Asian Diplomat
Face Claim: N/A


Ɯяιттєη Ɗєѕcяιρтιση: Tiffany is tiny, almost five feet. She is very pale and super skinny, due to her love of tennis and ballet. She has long and shiny black hair, usually worn down or in a braid. She is almost never seen out of her preppy/retro style uniform of a pleated skirt, button up, cardigan, pearl necklace, Rolex, and diamond studs.

Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє: Preppy/Retro

ƤєяѕσηαƖιту: Tiffany seems like a naturally quiet person, but she can be really loud when she wants too. Tiff is always nice, but can get defensive easily. She is usually calm and fun, but can get serious- she is a diplomat, after all.

Lιкєѕ: Playing tennis and violin, peace, reading, going to parties, and ballet

ƊιѕƖιкєѕ: Her mother and siblings, war, bugs, and messy dressers

Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ: Violin, ballet, tennis

Sтяєηgтнѕ: Compromising, academics

Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ: Mother, low self-esteem/confidence

Hιѕтσяу: Tiffany's family owns a manufacturing company based in Hong Kong, New Asia (where she lives) and her mother is an art dealer. Her older sister, Paige, and older brother Ryan, were both prodigies in their own way. Paige is 23 and a lawyer who graduated as valedictorian, and Ryan is a golden boy at the New Asian Institute for Higher Learning. Her mother rules their family with an iron fist.

ƑαмιƖу: Mother- Shihong Chen
Father- Ping Chen
Sister- Xiang "Paige" Chen
Brother- Ping II "Ryan" Chen

Ƒяιєηɗѕ: Other diplomats

Ɛηємιєѕ: People who support war

Oтнєя: Has a gray cat named Oliver, but not after the Prince- she just liked the name Oliver. The cat sometimes goes by Dickens, for Charles Dickens.

Favorite Colors: Navy
Favorite Flower: Tea Rose
Favorite Foods: Noodles, hot tea
Favorite Constellation:
Birthstone: Tanzanite
Birth Sign: Sagittarius
Birth Element: Fire
Fears: War
Flaws: Too trusting
Theme Song: N/A

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"Am I rebel? Yes I am. Do you have a problem?

Basic Details

Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Georgia
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Ivy
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Dawson
Ɲιcкηαмєs: G, Gia, Ivy

Agє: 19
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: June 9th
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: Hayes Manor, St. George

SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Bisexual
Ƈяυѕн: None, but prone to them
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Open, after being widowed

Ƈαѕтє: 8
ƝαтισηαƖιту: Illean
Occυραтιση: Northern Rebel Leader
Face Claim: Barbara Palvin

Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє: Tough, casual

ƤєяѕσηαƖιту: Georgia is a person who was once care free that has hardened quickly over a short amount of time. She's serious, determined, gets cross easily, and suffers from depression. She once experienced true love, but no longer thinks such a thing exists. She has closed her mind to such ideas, although a tiny part of her heart is still capable of love.

Lιкєѕ: Northern Rebels, Italian Royals

ƊιѕƖιкєѕ: Southern Rebels, Caste System

Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ: Reading, strategizing, sketching, running, swimming, skating, and star-gazing

Sтяєηgтнѕ: Strategy and plannung, intelligence retrieval, some hand-to-hand combat {mostly defense}

Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ: Hides emotions to everybody,intricate plans

Hιѕтσяу: Georgia Ivy Dawson was born as Georgia Ivy Hayes in Hayes Manor to Sophia Marie Hayes and Oswald Edward Hayes, named Georgia after her deceased maternal Grandmother Georgia. Sophia died unfortunately, and Georgia was without a mother until her rather evil step-mother Ellie Lennox Bright came into the picture when Georgia was 3. Georgia had been a carefree toddler, but was now hardened by the notorious caste climber Ellie. Ellie had a daughter with Oswald, whom she named Marcia Joan Bright, even though she was married to Oswald. Oswald, even though he was politician, became a spineless minion under Ellie's orders. Ellie cherished the caste system, and Georgia rebuked by becoming a rebellious child - only in small ways, like ignoring Ellie's draconian demands. When Georgia was 15, she joined the Northern Rebels, secretly. She quickly climbed up the ranks. She met a 6 named Johannes Smith when she was 16, and married him, and ran off to be with him. He died a month later, and on a raid to the royal castle when he was murdered, her true identity was revealed. She changed her name to Dawson after her father had been at the palace and pointed out his daughter for a reward. She was banished to being an 8, not that she cared, and became the leader of the Northern rebels after the previous ones died. Three years after Johannes's death she is still bitter.

ƑαмιƖу: Father, Oswald Edward Hayes, Politician, 52
Mother, Sophia Marie Hayes, Deceased
Brother, Vincent Mattias Hayes, 22
Step-Mother, Ellie Lennox Bright, Caste Climber, 38
Step-Sister, Marcia Joan Bright, 15

Ƒяιєηɗѕ: Northern Rebels, Italian Royals

Ɛηємιєѕ: Southern Rebels, Caste System

Oтнєя: Gets cold easily, experiences seasickness, has depression.

Favorite Color: Pearl gray
Favorite Flower: Daphne
Favorite Foods: Mochas, Lasagna
Favorite Constellation: Gemini
Birthstone: Pearl
Birth Sign: Gemini
Birth Element: Air
Fears: Falling in love, Southern Rebels succeeding
Flaws: Hiding emotions, only to be spilled out, ignoring other opinions when she's determined, asking for too many opinions when unsure, stubborn
Theme Song: Oh No!- Marina and The Diamonds

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[Leena]

Iηтяσ∂υcιηg

“Iᴛ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ sᴇᴇɴ ᴀs ɪɴsᴀɴᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ﹐ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ɪɴᴇᴠɪᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ﹐ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪs ᴏᴡɴ ʟɪғᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ. Iɴ ғᴀᴄᴛ﹐ ᴛʜɪs ᴀᴄᴛ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪᴇs﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ɪs ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀs ᴀɴ ʜᴏɴᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴅ. Hᴏᴡ ɪs ɪᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ﹖”




∙Fυℓℓ Nαмє∙
Elizabeth Jane Osmond
Nickname Bess

∙Mєαηιηg Oƒ Fιѕят Nαмє∙
My God is bountiful;God of plenty

∙Dαтє Oƒ Bιятн∙
September 3

∙Pℓαcє Oƒ Bιятн∙
Angeles

∙Agє∙
17

∙Gєη∂єя∙
Female

∙Rєℓαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ∙
Single

∙Sєχυαℓ Oяιєηтαтιση∙
Heterosexual

∙Fαcє Cℓαιм∙
Holland Roden

∙Eтнηιcιту∙
Caucasian

∙Occυραтιση∙
Royal Librarian (Caste 3)

∙Aƒƒιℓιαтισηѕ∙
She is an alumni at the Illea College, she has connections there with professors




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⋨Hαιя Cσℓσя αη∂ Sтуℓє⋩
Bess' hair is a fiery red, its long and has a natural wave to it. Sometimes she straightens it, while other times she lets it do its thing and leaves it down around her shoulders and down her back. When she just doesn't want to mess with it then she'll either braid it or put it up in a messy bun

⋨Eує Cσℓσя⋩
Green eyes with long lashes, that she most definitely bats to get her way sometimes

⋨Bυιℓ∂⋩
She's of medium build, she has curves that make some girls jealous, she does jog in the mornings, and practices yoga at least a few times a week to keep herself in shape. This doesn't come naturally to her, she has to work hard at it

⋨Hєιgнт αη∂ Wєιgнт⋩
5'3, 135 lb

⋨Sєηѕє σƒ Sтуℓє⋩
She has a vintage kind of style, she likes it that way. You can find her more fancy attire even has an old world feel to it, but its still gorgeous and leaves some wondering how she pulls it off so well

⋨Mαякιηgѕ σя Pιєяcιηgѕ⋩
Scars on her back, something happened in her past to put them there, though hardly anyone knows of them. She doesn't share these sorts of things lightly, so if she does divulge the reasoning for them then you should feel honored really



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∤∤∤⇁Lιкєѕ
-Reading
-Being a librarian
-Shopping for vintage, or finding someone to make her some mock designs
-Feeding the ducks
-Long leisurely walks on gorgeous days
-The smell of old books
-History

∤∤∤⇁Dιѕℓιкєѕ
-Being yelled at
-Ugly attitudes toward other people
-The smell of burnt food
-Boring lectures
-Cheaters
-Liars


∤∤∤⇁Sтяєηgтнѕ
-Her wit
-Intelligent
-Her easy going nature
-History buff

∤∤∤⇁Wєαкηєѕѕєѕ
-Sometimes accidently offends people
-Her temper
-Talking about her step-father
-Her love for books

∤∤∤⇁Pнσвια(ѕ) Oя Fєαя(ѕ)
-Being the victim again
-Her step father finding her
-Falling for the wrong person
-Trusting someone that she cares about and being let down

∤∤∤⇁Aвιℓιтιєѕ σя Sρєcιαℓ Aттяιвυтєѕ
She kind of gets lost in her books, and becomes emotionally attached to fictional characters. Some think her odd because of it, but she really doesn't seem to notice their whispers or looks when she passes by, or if she does she doesn't let on.

∤∤∤⇁Mєηтαℓ Hєαℓтн
Her family does have a history of mental illness. Her Step-father as well. She also has anxiety and some other things going on with her because of her history, and things that she's seen.

∤∤∤⇁Hσввιєѕ σя Qυιякѕ
:Reading
:Gardening
:Playing with her kitten
-Nibbling her bottom lip
-Wringing her hands

Oᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴇɴ﹐ ᴛᴇɴ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ·ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ﹐ ᴇɪɢʜᴛʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴀʀɢᴇᴛs﹐ ɴɪɴᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀs﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ﹐ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ. Aʜ﹐ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ﹐ ᴏɴᴇ ɪs ᴀ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ʙᴀᴄᴋ

[Leena]

A Hιѕтσяιcαℓ Cσмριℓαтιση ƒσя Yσυя Pℓєαѕυяє

Wʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛs ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴄʟᴇᴠᴇʀ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡɪɴs﹐ ʙᴜᴛ ᴇxᴄᴇʟs ɪɴ ᴡɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀsᴇ



Ⅰ Pнαѕє Oηє
Eαяℓу Hιѕтσяу

Children are supposed to be cherished, loved, taken care of. That's what we're usually taught and shown as we grow up, even if our own parents don't show us this then the other people in our lives, teachers, parents, and so forth do show us. But for some it just doesn't catch on, either because they just weren't meant to be parents or because something is wrong with them and they weren't truly shown how to be loving, caring, or protective. And the children of such people are normally victims to either physical abuse, emotional abuse, or both. Anna Simmons was one such girl, she was raised around rapists, non-emotional beings that didn't care about her or her siblings. So when she was an adult she really didn't get what it was to be human, and when she became pregnant by some random guy she didn't think twice about it. She would have the baby, raise her and continue her rough life on the streets, she was a Caste 8, homeless, a druggie and a whore. Though she put most of that on hold after becoming pregnant, not because she made that decision, no because her friends told her she had to and even helped her detox. After the birth of her child, in an unclean clinic may I add, she went right back to her vices. Never thinking that she might need to nurse her child, no she just shoved a formula bottle in the childs mouth and left her with whoever would watch her so that she could go off on her latest drug binge.

Child Protective Services were called several times while the child, Elizabeth was under a year old, the mother was warned to get actual living quarters and to take proper care of her child. The mother moved around Illea a lot, doing her best to stay under the radar, she also grew to resent the child that she'd born because she was doing nothing but causing her trouble, that is until she met Ray Lexington. Ray was a pimp, and he offered to give Elizabeth a tiny apartment if she pledged herself to him and his business, she said yes because it would get herself and her child off the streets, plus she would get drugs as payment for her services. The apartment was actually just one room with a curtain in the corner and a toilet and sink behind it. There were mice in the walls, and the place stank of stale cigarettes and sweaty bodies, it had a dirty mattress in a corner as well, which is where little Elizabeth was put while her mother went and did her work. Another working girl would watch the baby while the mother was away, but it usually meant a girl just passed out next to the little redhead, truly leaving her unsupervised.

The little girl made it to two years old before anything too drastic happened to her little self. She had been just outside her mothers apartment when 'Uncle' Ray made his way over demanding to know where Bess' mother was, the poor little toddler said she didn't know in her broken English, because she didn't know how to say things well yet. The man lifted the doll like child up and shook her, hard. Then he slapped her and threw her against the outside wall, the little girl broke her arm in the process and passed out. By the time her mother found her she had bruises on her arms, and the broken arm to deal with. She took the child to the clinic, and informed her that their lives were about to change, that she'd found a 'real' man. After the visit they returned to the apartment so that Anna could pack up their belongings, apparently they were leaving. Bess just watched on and tried not to cry too much, crying made mommy unhappy. That is until Ray came in, hollering, throwing things around, and slapping her mommy much like he had her earlier. Then another man entered the equation, a muscular man, not big and fat like Ray, no this guy wore a wife beater and showed off how fit he was, his eyes looked mean, and his voice was deep. He killed Ray that day, in front of the child, though Bess didn't really comprehend much because her mother dragged her and her things out of the apartment and to the jollopy that the guy had driven there in. Her mommy informed her that the mans name was JJ and that they got married earlier that morning, he would be her new daddy.



Ⅱ Pнαѕє Tωσ
A∂σℓєѕcєηcє

Bess was seven when her step-father decided it was time to take her out of school, the school had come sniffing around far too many times. IT had come sniffing around because Bess kept showing up with bruises all over her body, and looking like she was starved to death, plus she flinched anytime a male figure came anywhere near her. After being taken from school she was made to start cleaning the house every day, that was her chore, the 'only' thing she had to do for the family. Except that it was an all day and all night thing because her parents were constantly partying, and people over there a lot. She brought beers to the adults, cleaned, cooked, and ran errands when she was told to. If she didn't do as she was told well there were consequences, usually violent ones, the little red head tried to keep her head down as much as possible but it didn't always happen because her mouth would get her in trouble often. The biggest and most popular punishment for her was a whip to her back, leaving her bleeding for a while, and not able to move for a day or two. One night in particular, she was 11, a guy was staying the night with her parents, it happened often. Junkies liked to stay the night, especially after their high. It was easier just to pass out where they were, so it was nothing new for Bess. What was new was when he snuch into her room that night and tried to rape her, She took a baseball bat to his head and ran out of the room, where she ran straight into her 'dad'. He demanded she go back in there, the guy had apparently paid for Bess, and she had to give it up. Bess fought her step-dad and tried to escape, but it didn't happen, he forced her back in there and locked the door. The guy was passed out though, so Bess snuck out the window and ran for her life, literally.



Ⅲ Pнαѕє Tняєє
Yσυηg A∂υℓтнσσ∂

After she escaped her parents house she was found passed out by some passerby and given to the authorities, who did mri's, catscans, and other tests to see what all had happened to the little girl. They had enough to yank all rights to the parents and put Bess in the foster system. She was adopted almost right away, not having to endure the throwing around of the foster system, thankfully. A Caste 3 family adopted her and prepared themselves for the little girl that had been through so much in her short life. Surprising them was that Bess seemed to be fairly normal, sure she was leery around men, but she grew to trust her adoptive father over the years, and became close to her adoptive mother and siblings. She caught onto school quickly, worked her butt off so much that she passed grades like wild fire and ended up graduating at age 16. She took a year to just be young, and enjoy books, a summer outdoors being care free, and time with her family, especially her adoptive mother, she got to experience what a mother should be like. Her favorite teacher recommended her for a position at the palace after that. Because of all the time she spent in the school library, and volunteering there, he thought she might want to be the Royal Librarian. The previously one was retiring and there would be people there to help Bess learn the ropes, so after her 17th birthday she began work at the palace and found herself surprised with her newest situation. Her biggest fear is that her step-father will come find her and abuse her again, maybe kill her this time. She is on her own for the first time and doesn't really know what to do with that, she has her own small home, and she has an adult job, its a lot to take in for a girl like Bess.



Bᴜᴛ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴍᴇᴀɴ ʙʀᴜᴛᴇ ғᴏʀᴄᴇ. Yᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪᴄᴋ ᴀss ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ. Vɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ᴇϙᴜᴀʟ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ. Lᴇᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍʏ ʙʏ ᴇxᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ. Tʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪs. Wᴀʀ ɪsɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴏʟᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ﹐ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀsᴜᴀʟᴛɪᴇs﹐ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs. Tʜᴇʀᴇ’s ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴏɪᴄ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀʀ. Iᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏʀ I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇɴ

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ⅣPнαѕє Fσυя
Eχтяα Iηƒσямαтιση Tнαт Mαу Bє σƒ Iмρσятαηcє

Iᴛ·s ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴀɴ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴀʀʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ. Bᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴏᴇs ARE ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ﹕ Hᴇʀᴏᴇs ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴜs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴏᴜʀsᴇʟᴠᴇs.


⊸Tнє Lινιηg Rєℓαтισηѕ
Mother, Anna
Stepfather, JJ
Father, Unknown
Adoptive Father, Lucas
Adoptive Mother, Jeanette
Adoptive Sister, Hannah
Adoptive Sister, Lacey

⊸Tнє Dєcєαѕє∂ Rєℓαтισηѕ αη∂ Fяιєη∂ѕ
"Uncle" Ray

⊸Cℓσѕє Fяιєη∂ѕ
Amy
Janie
Mr. Carson

⊸Qυєѕтισηѕ Yσυ Mαу Hανє
↝Do you think you will ever trust a man?
Sure, one day, when the right guy comes around...

↝Being a librarian at such a young age is a huge responsibility, are you going to be okay?
I'll be fine, I had to grow up fast. Trust me I never would have turned down an opportunity like this one.

↝Will you ever forgive your mother or her husband?
Hell no. Would you? Seriously I don't know how I could ever forgive either of them. They're a special kind of crazy and evil and I want nothing to do with either one of them.


Aʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʜᴇʀᴏᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ sᴛᴏʀʏʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀs ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ. Eᴠᴇʀʏ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs Aʀᴍʏ ᴘʟᴀʏs ᴀ ᴠɪᴛᴀʟ ʀᴏʟᴇ. Dᴏɴ ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ. Dᴏɴ ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴊᴏʙ ɪs ᴜɴɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ. Eᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴀɴ ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴊᴏʙ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴍᴜsᴛ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ. Eᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴀɴ ɪs ᴀ ᴠɪᴛᴀʟ ʟɪɴᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴄʜᴀɪɴ.

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Approved!!! Poor baby D':

[Leena]

Iηтяσ∂υcιηg

“Iᴛ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ sᴇᴇɴ ᴀs ɪɴsᴀɴᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ﹐ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ɪɴᴇᴠɪᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ﹐ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪs ᴏᴡɴ ʟɪғᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ. Iɴ ғᴀᴄᴛ﹐ ᴛʜɪs ᴀᴄᴛ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪᴇs﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ɪs ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀs ᴀɴ ʜᴏɴᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴅ. Hᴏᴡ ɪs ɪᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ﹖”




∙Fυℓℓ Nαмє∙
Owen McCloud


∙Mєαηιηg Oƒ Fιѕят Nαмє∙
Young fighter

∙Dαтє Oƒ Bιятн∙
June 4

∙Pℓαcє Oƒ Bιятн∙
Ireland

∙Agє∙
24

∙Gєη∂єя∙
Male

∙Rєℓαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ∙
Single

∙Sєχυαℓ Oяιєηтαтιση∙
Heterosexual

∙Fαcє Cℓαιм∙
Bobby Hicks

∙Eтнηιcιту∙
Caucasian

∙Occυραтιση∙
Royal Sous Chef (Caste 6)

∙Aƒƒιℓιαтισηѕ∙
Restaurant Owners in Angeles




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⋨Hαιя Cσℓσя αη∂ Sтуℓє⋩
Dark hair, short, sometimes he lets it get a little length but nothing unprofessional, he keeps it styled in a cute, sexy, professional way

⋨Eує Cσℓσя⋩
Chocolate brown eyes

⋨Bυιℓ∂⋩
Owen has a medium build, muscles? Yes. He has some facial hair that is neatly trimmed, his shoulders are not too broad, but broad enough not to be able to call him skinny or lanky

⋨Hєιgнт αη∂ Wєιgнт⋩
5'11, 153

⋨Sєηѕє σƒ Sтуℓє⋩
He has an old sense of style. He wears suspenders, button ups, bow ties, ties, slacks, and also sometimes vintage like t-shirts, jeans, and converse. But he still somehow keeps it upstyled, he also loves beanies and fedoras.

⋨Mαякιηgѕ σя Pιєяcιηgѕ⋩
He has several tattoos as well as gauged ears and a nose piercing.



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∤∤∤⇁Lιкєѕ
-Cooking
-Shopping for food
-Picnics
-Wine tasting
-Flirting
-Reading
-Bike riding

∤∤∤⇁Dιѕℓιкєѕ
-Fake people
-The Caste system
-Miserable people
-Gangsters
-Shaming
-Judgmental people


∤∤∤⇁Sтяєηgтнѕ
-Cooking
-Intuition
-Strong will
-Easy nature

∤∤∤⇁Wєαкηєѕѕєѕ
-He's kind of OCD with some things
-He's quick to be the hero
-His opinions
-Good food

∤∤∤⇁Pнσвια(ѕ) Oя Fєαя(ѕ)
-Food poisoning
-Birds, because of the movie, Birds
-Cancer

∤∤∤⇁Mєηтαℓ Hєαℓтн
Sane, a smidge of OCD

∤∤∤⇁Hσввιєѕ σя Qυιякѕ
:Cooking
:Star gazing
:Teaching children to cook
-He likes to roll his sleeves up, he hates the way they feel but likes the look of them
-He sometimes spikes his own drinks to keep his nerve when cooking for an important event

Oᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴇɴ﹐ ᴛᴇɴ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ·ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ﹐ ᴇɪɢʜᴛʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴀʀɢᴇᴛs﹐ ɴɪɴᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀs﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ﹐ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ. Aʜ﹐ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ﹐ ᴏɴᴇ ɪs ᴀ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ʙᴀᴄᴋ

[Leena]

A Hιѕтσяιcαℓ Cσмριℓαтιση ƒσя Yσυя Pℓєαѕυяє

Wʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛs ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴄʟᴇᴠᴇʀ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡɪɴs﹐ ʙᴜᴛ ᴇxᴄᴇʟs ɪɴ ᴡɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀsᴇ



Ⅰ Pнαѕє Oηє
Eαяℓу Hιѕтσяу

Little boys, some women want little girls, but this particular one wanted little boys. She'd grown up with a house full of sisters, so she knew how girls could be. She got her wish, she ended up with five boys, the youngest being 17 years between her oldest. One of the middle children, Owen, is the main character in this story that we will be discussing. He was the third baby born, his older brothers were out of diapers and going to school by the time he was born, so he wasn't particularly close to them as a child, though the older he got the closer they would become. Two years after he was born another baby was born, so it wasn't like he grew up alone either. His younger brother, Patrick, was his best friend growing up. They did everything together, including getting into mischief at times, but not too often. They didn't want to cause a lot of strife for their mother, though when out from her watchful eye they did tend to get into trouble, whether she knew it or not. He was five when he figured out what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, he and his brothers were at a festival, those were held a couple of times a year, and he got to taste so many different kinds of food, he decided then and there that he wanted to be a chef when he got older. His brothers told him that was a far fetched dream since they were Caste 7's, but he didn't give up, he knew he could reach his goals if he worked hard.

After that he spent all of his extra time before school, and after, hanging out with any chef that would let him stick around. He would learn everything he could before he was of age to get a job. His mom knew nothing of his extra-curricular activities, she surely would have put an end to it. Not because she's evil, but because she wouldn't want her son to get his hopes up just to be shot down by someone else, he was a 7 after all. How would he ever be able to accomplish getting a position that was for a 3?? It was impossible, or so he was told over and over by different people in his young life. At ten he was given the opportunity to be a dishwasher at a restaurant that would definitely give him a good name if he ever got to a chef position in it. The owner, Mack, promised to help him achieve his goals if he was a good worker. So he took the position and dropped out of school, much to his mothers dismay. But he was helping bring in a little bit of money, so she couldn't say too much about it. Plus he had ways of still learning, his brothers promised to teach him everything he missed out on, they wanted to make sure he would not only be educated in his chosen career but in general. He slaved over his job, working far too many hours, and going over the top with his duties, making sure that Mack knew how much he wanted, no needed this. Three years passed and Mack put him on the line, telling him that he could help with the sides, but nothing else for now.

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Ⅱ Pнαѕє Tωσ
Yσυηg A∂υℓтнσσ∂

He was 16 when he was promoted to being able to help put together the salads and sandwiches, Mack was a hard ass, and there was reasoning for it. He worked with Owen after hours, teaching him how to cook, to prepare food, to make sauces and come up with his own recipes. It was all for a bigger goal, though Owen didn't know it. Owen was just grateful that Mack was spending extra time on him and teaching him things, even if he wasn't going to be able to use any of it anytime soon. His brothers kept encouraging him, as did his mother, his dad was rarely home because he worked so much so he lent his support when he was there. Owen felt that he had to be the luckiest guy on earth, because his family was so supportive. He knew lots of other families that were Caste 7 that were terrible to their children, hell to each other. His family was beating the odds though, and he was proud of that. For his 19th birthday Mack laid a surprise on him, one that he never would've expected. He told Owen that he was working on getting him a position at the royal palace, as a chef. Seeing as how he wasn't even a chef at Mack's place yet, he thought that was a little far fetched but he also thought it was an amazing dream to have. He would be bumped up to a Caste 6 and he would be cooking for royalty! What guy wouldn't get excited over that? Mack said he had to keep learning a couple more years though, and Owen did so willingly. He also flirted with every waitress and girl he knew during the process, but he never slept with any of them or dated them officially. He wouldn't commit himself to a girl there when he knew he would possibly be going to the castle, he would be leaving that poor girl behind, and he wouldn't do that. Three years passed and his dream came true, he performed for the head chef of the Royal Palace, the chef seemed impressed and hired Owen on as a Sous Chef, he couldn't be more excited at his opportunity. He would miss his family, but he couldn't pass something like that up. They were all happy for him, and gave him a party, the best they could make of one at least, before he left, and Owen promised to send some of his earnings back to his family, even though they told him not to worry about it. The way that he saw it though, well he would have free room and board, free food, so he could afford to send money home to his mother and brothers.

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Bᴜᴛ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴍᴇᴀɴ ʙʀᴜᴛᴇ ғᴏʀᴄᴇ. Yᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪᴄᴋ ᴀss ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ. Vɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ᴇϙᴜᴀʟ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ. Lᴇᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍʏ ʙʏ ᴇxᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ. Tʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪs. Wᴀʀ ɪsɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴏʟᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ﹐ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀsᴜᴀʟᴛɪᴇs﹐ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs. Tʜᴇʀᴇ’s ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴏɪᴄ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀʀ. Iᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏʀ I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇɴ


Ⅲ Pнαѕє Tняєє
Eχтяα Iηƒσямαтιση Tнαт Mαу Bє σƒ Iмρσятαηcє

Iᴛ·s ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴀɴ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴀʀʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ. Bᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴏᴇs ARE ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ﹕ Hᴇʀᴏᴇs ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴜs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴏᴜʀsᴇʟᴠᴇs.


⊸Tнє Lινιηg Rєℓαтισηѕ
Mother, Henrietta
Father, Shaun
Brother, 32, Sammie
Brother, 30, John
Brother, 22, Patrick
Brother, 15, Lance

⊸Tнє Dєcєαѕє∂ Rєℓαтισηѕ αη∂ Fяιєη∂ѕ
Maternal and Paternal grandparents

⊸Cℓσѕє Fяιєη∂ѕ
His brothers are his closest friends

::Playlist
Irresistible
Counting Stars
Kick Me
House Of Gold
Ever Enough

Aʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʜᴇʀᴏᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ sᴛᴏʀʏʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀs ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ. Eᴠᴇʀʏ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs Aʀᴍʏ ᴘʟᴀʏs ᴀ ᴠɪᴛᴀʟ ʀᴏʟᴇ. Dᴏɴ ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ. Dᴏɴ ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴊᴏʙ ɪs ᴜɴɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ. Eᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴀɴ ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴊᴏʙ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴍᴜsᴛ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ. Eᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴀɴ ɪs ᴀ ᴠɪᴛᴀʟ ʟɪɴᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴄʜᴀɪɴ.

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Totes approved!!!

[Leena]

Ｉｎｔｒｏｄｕｃｉｎｇ

“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre




Name Bennet Gibson
Nickname Benny
Age 19
Birth/Location England
Relationship Status Single
Social Standing Caste 6
Time of Birth 3:54 PM
Occupation Footman for the royal palace of Illea
Favorite Color Red
Favorite Animal Wolf
Favorite Flower Daisy
Face Claim Joshua Anthony Brand

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Benny has dark hair that is of medium length, he keeps it well kept and doesn't let it get overly long. His eyes are an ocean blue and draw the attention of the ladies with the easy looks he gives them. His body is of medium build and he has some muscle but not too defined, He stands at 5'10, not as tall as some guys but still not as short as others. He has dark brows that add to his expressions, giving him more character. He has a semi-deep voice, and an English accent. His wardrobe consists of his footman uniform, rugby shirts and jeans.

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ
Traits
*Confidence
*Friendly
*Adaptability
*Compassionate
*Hard Worker

Fancies
-Boxing
-Parties
-Girls
-Accomplishing his goals
-Flirting
-Making girls blush

Forgoes
-His mothers wrath
-Spicy foods
-Spinach
-Metal Music
-Trashy girls

Girls are a definite weakness for Benny, he likes to sleep with them, party with them, dance with them, eat with them, ect, you get the point. He hasn't been with just one for a long period of time since his first girlfriend. They're like an addiction for him, one that he has no intention of quitting. He also enjoys parties, boxing and a myriad of other things. He avoids his mothers temper and upsetting her the best he can, and though he does like girls he has standards. Many different types of girls have been thrown his way, he doesn't just go with any girl though, he has his own preferences. His stomach doesn't handle spicy food well, so don't expect him to be eating any Mexican food or indian food with you anytime soon. He has a friendly personality and usually doesn't judge a person just by first glance, he's compassionate and well swoop in for the underdog in a heartbeat if he thinks he's needed. Since arriving at the castle he's learned to be a hardworker, and he adapts easily to situations, places and people. Benny attracts people too, he's very likeable and everyone, well most everyone, wants to be his friend and like to hang out with him.

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Bennet Gibson, born in England, his parents were Caste 4's and did pretty well off their careers. Benny wasn't a surprise, they'd tried for the child for many years before he came along. So when he did come they were extra prepared with everything they would need for a baby, his first few years passed uneventfully, nothing really too big happening. When he began primary school, that was when things started happening. Benny found himself as one of the popular kids, why he had no clue. Benny was invited to birthday parties, play dates, and included when it came to recess and other activities. Girls ogled him and guys tried to be his best friend, needless to say his parents were more than happy about it all.

12, that was when he got his first girlfriend. The girls had been coming after him a good long while, but he didn't really get interested until he was about 12 years old, and he had a first girl, her name was Callie. She was this sweet little blonde, or he thought she was sweet. But really she just was with him for the sake of popularity, she wanted to hang out with all the rest of the popular kids and was using Benny. He found out and promptly broke it off with her, he'd learned his lesson there, after that he rarely really took a girlfriend, more he dated many girls and did what he liked with them before moving onto the next one. The popularity was getting to his head really, and his attitude started changing at home, his mother even pointed it out. Benny didn't really see it though and thought his mom was just pitting against him. He was on top of the world and could do anything he wanted really, Benny was 16 when he made his first big mistake, him and some buddies went to steal from some big wigs house, and almost got caught. Almost. The event had brought him down to earth a little, making him rethink how his life was going, because it had almost been destroyed by being an idiot. It still took a few more closely related incidents to happen before he really buckled down and thought about his future.

His father mentioned an internship in Illea, one that he could go to over the summer after his Senior year. It would let him look into some options for a career, and he would go abroad really, see places he'd never been and a different way of life. He took his fathers advice, and after Benny graduated from school he took that internship and went off to the palace that was famous in all their history books, all over the world really. The summer was amazing, he met people from all over the place, and they weren't rude or judgmental, they were nice, polite, and informative. He found himself really thinking of a few positions, Butler, Footman, Waiter, and maybe Stable boy. He ended up applying for all of them, but because of his lack of experience got only one, Footman. He would be under a butler who would teach him the ins and outs of the job, and then he would be placed. So he lived at the palace, returning to his parents for a visit once or twice, and he really paid attention to everything he was taught. The butler said he was a fast learner, and a hard worker, he recommended him for a high position, not just one that would have him down helping at meal times. He was given the position of Footman to the eldest prince, Oliver, the boy about to undergo a momentous time in his life, The Selection. Benny couldn't have felt more honored really, he was very excited over his new position and couldn't wait to start, he was given the position a little while before the selection was to start, so that he and the prince could begin to get to know one another. His mother wasn't overly happy with everything that happened, but his father was quite proud. His mother tried to tell him that he could do so much more with his life, and asked why he would be willing to go down to a Caste 6? All that he could tell her was that he was happy, and that it felt right.


The Relations
::Mother, Annie Sweet, loving woman that would do anything for her son. She has high expectations for him and doesn't understand his choice of occupation.
::Father, Hank Strong, hard working man that is proud of his son. He loves his wife, and his son, he's always made time for them and encouraged them both to do what they feel is what was meant for them in life
-Ex, Callie Heartless wench that breaks hearts and takes names. Even after all these years Benny hasn't forgiven her for how she used him. He doubts that he will feel anything but hatred for the girl, and it has caused him some issues in the trust department with girls
-Best friend, Kendall Kendall is a 6'4 guy that has been Benny's shadow since they were small. he's defended Benny and kept by his side through thick and thin, Benny misses him most from back home. He wishes that he could drag the big lug around with him





ƤƖαуƖιѕт

Uma Thurman
Jet Pack Blues
I Bet My Life


“The best index to a person's character is how he treats people who can't do him any good, and how he treats people who can't fight back.”
― Abigail Van Buren




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((Oh my god I looooooooooveeeeeeeee Uma Thurman!!!!!!))

[Leena]

((ME TOO FOB IS DA BOMB))

[ʟ ᴀ ᴜ ʀ ᴀ]

((OH MY GOD YESSSSS NONE OF MY FRIENDS LIKE THEM AND IM LIKE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU))

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Mmmm love the FC choice. Approved!

[Leena]

Ｉｎｔｒｏｄｕｃｉｎｇ

“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre




Name Lucas Haden
Nickname Luc
Age 18
Birth/Location Angeles
Relationship Status Single
Social Standing Caste 6
Time of Birth 2:44 AM
Occupation Royal Footman for the palace of Illea
Favorite Color Pale blue
Favorite Animal Sparrow
Favorite Flower Sunflower
Face Claim Wynston Shannon

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Lucas has morning sky blue eyes, they're gorgeous, and usually wide open. His face is speckled with freckles, as well as a lot of his body, he used to be self-conscious about them, but now he doesn't think twice about them, they're a part of his body and he's learned to think of them as making him unique. He has light brown hair, at medium/short length, it often falls into his face without his permission and he's constantly pushing it back. His chin is strong, has character, his jawline is defined, and many girls have looked upon it with envy. He stands at 6'2, and towers over may of his friends, his legs are long. He's got an athletic body, and because of the length he always has to have custom made clothing, thankfully his employers pay for that. His style, when not in uniform, is usually relaxed. T-shirts, flannel shirts, jeans, sometimes shorts.

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ
Traits
*Shy
*Loving
*Intuitive
*Loyal
*Anxious

Fancies
-Outdoors, particularly forests
-Sketching
-Swimming
-Tree climbing
-Bird watching

Forgoes
-Big social gatherings
-Bullies
-Bright colors
-Snakes
-Horror books and flicks

Lucas is a kind hearted, shy guy, he's been bullied a bit when he was younger and it makes him a bit more reserved when it comes to new people and trusting them. It also has made him very intuitive to people, he knows when they're in a dower mood and he does his best to avoid them if they're angry, because he feels that he will be the person that the anger will be taken out on. He has a tendency to disappear on his time off, he goes to be in the forest nearby, where he likes to sketch and just relax. Sometimes he bird watches, climbs trees, or goes swimming in the nearby river. Some think him a bit odd, because he mostly keeps to himself and is a huge introvert when not working. He just thinks he's keeping himself safe from any further hurt, perhaps someone will change his mind of this in the future, who knows? He is very loyal to his prince, to his kingdom, and he would do anything, even out of his comfort zone, to protect both. Though many may doubt that he would be able to handle it, he really is a strong individual, he just doesnt' have enough confidence in himself.

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Lucas Haden was born in the wee hours of the morning, the sun wasn't even up yet. His mother screamed at the top of her lungs and prayed for the labor to just be over by the time a wailing Lucas came into the world as well, his eyes closed and his lungs screaming as loud as they could. His father held him in his arms first, and he was proud to hold the light haired child, it wasn't until minutes after he was born that he got a glimpse at little Lucas' eyes, and realized his son shared his own baby blues. "Oh Martha," was all he could say as he laid their son in her arms, she didn't look at him with the same affection as her husband did though, she handed him back to her husband after only a moment and turned away from father and son. Unbeknownst of them, she was dealing with post partum depression and it would certainly put a strain on the family as the months passed and it went untreated. Lucas' father thought that his wife just needed some time, he went back to work, and expected her to do the same. Except she barely left her bed, and she wasn't taking care of their son. So he had to call his own sister in to stay with them and take care of his infant son so that he wouldn't be starving, or sitting in a diaper all day until his father got home. His sister eventually mentioned what his wife might have, by that time Lucas was over a year old and had maybe been touched by his mother a handful of times, he was attached to his Aunt, and really didn't even like being around his mother. The child could sense the violence she felt toward him even at such a young age.

Martha was put into a hospital, one that helped people with mental disorders, Lucas' father, Joshua, asked his sister, Gracie, to stay on permanently, she agreed. The two became a team to raise Lucas, never really talking about his mother because it hurt too much. The doctors had informed Joshua that his wife would probably never leave the psych ward. Joshua was devastated, his son was all he had of his wife, and he devoted himself to his little boy. It was all he could do, it kept him sane, he signed Lucas up for baseball, soccer, and other sports and recreation that would keep him and his son busy when he wasn't working. Lucas grew up a well-rounded boy despite the absence of his mother, his Aunt was a great substitute though and helped him with all his homework, drove him to practice, and fed him without ever complaining.

Lucas was 12 years old when the King sent a letter to the home, one that asked about Lucas. Joshua was surprised and saddened by it, the king had apparently sent out a handful of the letters, he was looking for a footman, a companion, for his son Xander. Joshua was required to fill the information out, and send it back, so he did. Lucas didn't know about it at first, not until guards came to pick him up and move him and all of his things to the castle, essentially he was taking Lucas from his family, and the boy wasn't sure how to react. Joshua reassured his son that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, that he should be honored to be serving one of the princes, his Aunt Gracie was a bit more teary eyed and doubtful but she tried her best to encouraging to her nephew, not wanting him to be scared or too upset about leaving. Lucas said goodbye to his father and aunt with a brave face, though the whole ride back to the palace he cried his eyes out. Once there he dried up the tears and acted like a tough guy once he was shown his new living quarters, right off the princes room a small one was setup, much smaller, it would be where he stayed so that he would be in yelling distance of Xander. Xander and Lucas were a little awkward around each other at first, but they soon became fast friends, yes Lucas was Xander's footmen, and helped him dress, and helped him with things, but he was also the same age and they shared similar interests. The two hit it off far better than anyone expected. Over the years they only became more and more best friends, and Lucas loved his job and the people around him. When he turned 16 they told him that he could visit his family on his day off, so he does that now and again, that or he disappears into the forest to just get away. Lucas is a very shy guy, and he doesn't make friends easily because of this.

The Relations
::Mother, Martha A woman that bore Lucas but was never there really for anything else
::Father, Joshua Loving father and friend, he his a strong man that likes to be there for the ones he holds dear
::Aunt, Gracie Stand in mom for Lucas really, a wonderful woman that is empathetic, she has a lot of love for her family and deeply wishes that their lot in life had been easier
-Friend, Casey
-Friend, Jamie



“The best index to a person's character is how he treats people who can't do him any good, and how he treats people who can't fight back.”
― Abigail Van Buren





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           I'm waking up to ash and dust
        I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust

       
                                       ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ

           I'm breathing in the chemicals

                                            Ｃｈｒｉｓｔｏｐｈｅｒ Ｓｔｅｐｈｅｎｓ

⚜ Chris is thirty-two years old and is the head chef at the royal palace. At first he was just a cleaning boy but he made his way up. He was born on the 20th of January which makes him a Capricorn. He's known as Chris, Womanizer and Chef. He likes to compare himself to a fairy-tale prince, although that's not what he is. Chris has a passion for food/cooking and will strike anyone who wastes it, apart from women, since he never hits them due to his strict up-bringing. When he was a young adult, he used to waste his time kick-boxing, and so is quite good with his kicks. He also smokes.

   
                           ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ sᴘᴀɢʜᴇᴛᴛɪ...

             I'm breaking in, shaping up, 
         then checking out on the prison bus

                                             Ｃｈｒｉｓ＇ｓ Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
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⚜ The head chef is not a bad looking man. He stands at 5'11 and is rather thin, so most people think of him as weak, but he is quite the opposite. He has shaggy blonde hair that can either be down, or cut and then styled upwards. His hair grows quickly, so he has to cut it every four months. His legs are his strongest weapons, while his hands soft and made for cooking , or holding women, but no matter what he uses - his legs or hands - his movements are graceful. People assume he is a secret agent, mostly because he always wears suis, which hugs his lean body quite nicely. He has a nice square jaw, on which he grows some stubble.


                                     ᴏʜ ᴍʏ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ sɪɢʜᴛ ғᴏʀ sᴏʀᴇ ᴇʏᴇs

          I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
            Enough to make my systems blow

                                             Ｃｈｒｉｓ＇ｓ Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ

⚜ One of Chris's most easily noticeable characteristics is the calm, cool, and collected manner in which he carries himself. He tends to speak in a very composed manner, even in dire situations, and rarely acts without thinking. His demeanor in a lot of ways can be compared to that of a secret agent. This is amplified by the fact that he tends to wear a suit, very often enjoys a smoke, and he speaks in an undertone with a jazzy melody. He quite often makes comedic exceptions to this, such as when in the presence of beautiful women, or when angered. He is more perceptive than he seems, and often tells people what they need to hear instead of what they want. Hence, he is seen as one of the more hardened out of all the servants, this includes by not showing any 'weak' emotion (such as crying). However, he is more than capable of losing his temper. Though Chris seems like one of the more hardened of all servants, he does not object to acting foolishly on certain occasions, like dancing with the more immature members of the chefs, maids or acting childishly excited in certain situations. He has a habit of separating himself from everyone else. He admits he is not perfect, and has faith in his fellow chef's allowing them to sometimes cook for the diplomats. He is also known for his continuous flirting with any attractive woman he sees. He has sworn to never let women be insulted or injured while he can still stand, regardless of how attractive (or unattractive) they are, even in life-or-death situations. This is often problematic in his fighting as he cannot attack female opponents as he would rather die than hurt them (though that does not mean he will not resort to blocking their attacks.)
(More to be Rp'd)


       sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ·s ɢᴏɴɴᴇ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴀss ᴋɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ɪғ ɪ sᴇᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ

        Welcome to the new age, to the new age
             I'm radioactive, radioactive

                                                  Ｃｈｒｉｓ＇ｓ Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ

⚜ This man was born in Dakota, as a caste seven. Not many people would believe this, but it's true. His parents might not have been rich, but he wouldn't know. He was orphaned when he was about three. All he remembered about his mother is the sweet smell of cinnamon. He never really got along with the other kids, and kept avoiding them Growing up was not as fun as some people imagined it to be. The days were filled with work, work and work. Everyone hated Chris apart for the orphanage cooks, who found his criticism of their food quite amusing. And so, one day they took him to the kitchen, he was age seven at the time, and told him to try and make something. Brimming with confidence he did just that, and it was awful. The cooks laughed at him, they actually laughed and Chris didn't like it. He tried again and again, until he managed to make something that had the right taste. Liking his stubbornness, the cooks offered him a small job and he accepted.

After a couple of years, Chris became quite a sous chef. And starting to get bored, he started kick boxing at age thirteen. This continued, and nothing special ever happened. That is, until he got a letter from the royal family, to join the member of staff - since they were running low- He accepted, and after a couple of tears he packed up and left the orphanage that he had called his home for thirteen years. Upon arriving, he started as a cleaner boy in the kitchen, but he worked hard, harder than he ever did in his life. And he worked his way up to the top, while learning from the other cooks. Now, from coming from such a bad background, he is finally where he wanted to be all his life.


                              ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄʜᴇғ ᴍᴜsᴛ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ ʜɪs ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

[Leena]

Approved

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ᴘᴀʀᴛ Ⅰ



“I ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇ I ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ ﹣ ʙᴜᴛ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ sᴍᴇʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜs ᴅᴀᴍᴘ ɢʀᴀss ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢʀᴏᴡs ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴏʟᴅ ᴡᴀʟʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴏᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʟᴇᴇᴠᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ɪs ᴀ ᴍᴏssʏ sʜᴇʟᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴄᴀᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ ᴊᴜsᴛ ғɪᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ.” {Zᴇʟᴅᴀ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}

∘ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ∘ Lorelei Steele
∘ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ∘ The name Lorelei is a German baby name. In German the meaning of the name Lorelei is; A rocky cliff on the Rhine river dangerous to boat passage; the Loreleiwhose singing lures men to destruction.
∘ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ﹙s﹚ ∘ Lor

“A ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ sᴜᴄᴄᴇss ɪs ᴀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏs ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴀʀᴅs ᴀs ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟʟʏ ᴀs ɪғ sʜᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴘʟᴀɪɴ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}



∘ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ∘ Elle Fanning


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Lorelei is a small, lean girl with a tiny frame. Her skin is such a milky white color that it can seem very ghostly at some times, almost spooky to people that see her for the first time. Her limbs are long and thin, with delicate hands. Unfortunately, those hands have scars on the palms of them from being whipped when she was younger.

Lorelei has the eyes of her late father. Her eyes are huge, doe-like ovals with light blonde lashes lining the lids. Her irises are a pale, sparkling shade of blue that add to her haunting look.

Lorelei has always grown her hair whenever she can, since she likes the way it looks. It naturally falls in waves of platinum blonde. She's never tried to dye it, since she wasn't raised that way.

∘ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ∘ 5'4
∘ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ∘ 109 lbs
∘ sᴛʏʟᴇ ∘ Lorelei is always wearing her maid uniform, which, in Swedenway is a simple white dress, with three quarter lengthed sleeves and a small bit of flare in the skirt. When she isn't wearing that though, she has simple sundresses that she feels comfortable in.

“Aʟʟ I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɪs ᴠᴇʀʏ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɪʀʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsɪʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ ɪs ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ﹣ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ” {Zᴇʟᴅᴀ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}



∘ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ∘ Female
∘ ᴀɢᴇ ∘ 15
∘ sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ∘ Heterosexual

∘ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ∘ October 7th
∘ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ∘ 1:33 AM
∘ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ∘ Iceland

“I ғᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ﹐ ʜᴇʀ sɪɴᴄᴇʀɪᴛʏ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ғʟᴀᴍɪɴɢ sᴇʟғ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ. Aɴᴅ ɪᴛ·s ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs I·ᴅ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ﹐ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴡɪʟᴅ sᴜsᴘɪᴄɪᴏɴs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ·ᴛ ᴀʟʟ sʜᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ. I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}



»ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴛʀɪᴀᴛs«
⑅ Caring
⑅ Scared
⑅ Sweet
⑅ Mindful
⑅ Dynamic
⑅ Quiet

»ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs«
⑅ Animals
⑅ Her brother
⑅ Silence
⑅ Music
⑅ Safety
⑅ Hard work
⑅ Soft pillows

»ᴀᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴs«
⑅ Violence
⑅ Change
⑅ Going to sleep
⑅ Showing her hands
⑅ Night terrors

»ᴀᴘᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇs«
⑅ Making dresses
⑅ Keeping busy with work
⑅ Reading
⑅ Making sure no one knows her true self

»ᴅᴇғɪᴄɪᴇɴᴄɪᴇs«
⑅ Sleeping (Lorelei gets awful night terrors)
⑅ Controlling her fears

»ϙᴜɪʀᴋs«
⑅ Lorelei happens to twirl her hair a lot, and she has a couple of nervous ticks, she just twitches sometimes.

»ᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀs ﹠ ғᴇᴀʀs«
⑅ Fear of captivity
⑅ Fear of slavery
⑅ Fear of abuse
⑅ Fear of intimacy

»ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ sᴛᴀᴛᴇ« Lorelei is sane, she's just damaged from all that she's been put through in her life. She has many fears and stays away from people because of some of them, especially those who intimidate her.




“Nᴏ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏғ ғɪʀᴇ, ᴏʀ ғʀᴇsʜɴᴇss, ᴄᴀɴ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴛᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ʜɪs ɢʜᴏsᴛʟʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}

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ᴘᴀʀᴛ Ⅱ




“Wʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴄɪᴢɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏ ᴏɴᴇ...ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ·ᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ·ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}

sᴛᴀɢᴇ Ⅰ – ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ
Lorelei wasn't born into a regular situation. She wasn't born in Illea, or even in a city or a town or anything like that. She was born in a colony of sorts in Iceland, a clan of people, just under 50 families and their children. They lived all together in a village; protected and provided for each other. It was a simple way of life. The boys of the community were taught to fight, to defend the families, at a very young age. They usually started at around age 6, and would be killing within months when there were attacks in their village by surrounding clans. The girls were taught simple self defense, but nothing serious. They knew how to use a sword if they had to, but it was a very backwards way of living, they didn't have any electricity or modern things, they had been thrown back to the practical dark ages after the wars that had torn through their countryside. Lorelei was born to the leader of the clan, Hammond, and his wife, Lilah. She was the third and last child in the family, born into the world on a freezing dark morning in October. Lorelei didn't cry when she was first born, and instead was silent, leaving her mother worried that she was sick. But she wasn't, she was just a quiet baby. The most peaceful out of the three. Jaden, their eldest child, had always made a fuss, as did Jet, the middle boy. Lorelei was the youngest, and being the only girl out of the three, she was always treated with love from both parents. Her father treated her like a little princess, and her mother tried to raise her to be pure and good; which she did. Lor grew up to be a sweet little thing, the Apple of her fathers eye. She was bright, happy all of the time, and basically all around perky. She was only a little girl, though, so she was attached to the people around her. She loved her mother very much, but had a special like for her older brother, Jet. He was the middle child, and often got overlooked by their parents. Lor loved him very much, even though he was fairly gruff, and didn't show much affection towards her all the time, as the others did. He even saved her life once, when she was seven, and another clan invaded their village. There was a man about to slash her throat, but just before he could, Jet had pulled the man off of her and stabbed him through his heart with a sword. After that, Jet taught her some ways to defend herself better. He helped her train with a long sword, and hand to hand combat; just things that she could use if they were attacked again. But unfortunately, the next time that there was an attack, it wasn't like the usual ones. Strange men in large boats came to their shores with weapons that were loud and more deadly than swords. They called them rifles, and told the people that they could show them a better, more civilized life. They weren't good people, though, and when everyone told them to get back on their boats and leave, they opened fire, and it was chaos. Lorelei was only eight years old, but she was only one of the girls that was raped by the men, held down and mouths covered while they screamed. They made Jet watch, just like they made the children watch as they shot and beheaded their parents, their older siblings, whoever was old enough to not be trainable. They only kept children because they thought they could be more civilized. Lorelei didn't see how they were civilized at all, though. They were just monsters, and she was terrified of them.

Lorelei and Jet were taken on the boats and to a different land with different ports and ways of living. The last time Lorelei saw her brother was on the boat, when the men were dragging her and some of the other girls off onto the shore. Lorelei screamed out to him, and thrashed against the grips of the men, but they wouldn't budge. Jet yelled back though, across the boat, promising that he would find her and save her one day, swearing that he wouldn't give up on her. Lorelei was in tears when the men put her and the other children up on a makeshift stage, auctioning them off to the highest bidders. Lorelei was sold to a man named Mr. Finch. He was in his fifties, and very disgusting. A drunk, he bought Lor so she could be a maid in his home; cook and clean for him. It was an awful arrangement, and Lorelei wanted nothing more to go home. She was the only one in the house besides Mr. Finch and his wife, and the "lady" of the house didn't care for her at all. She hated little Lorelei, and when the girl made a mistake, she would splash hot food into her face or whip the palms of her hands to make her learn a lesson. For the next few days, she would have to work with welts and open wounds on her hands. The pain would seer through her, but if she ever cried, it would just be more lashes, more burns. So she abided by the rules the best that she could, but she was never very good at it. She had been taught to see and cook by her mother, but the Finches wanted her to simply clean the house and cook strange meals that she'd never heard of before, and she failed miserably at making. They were always furious with her, but it sometimes got worse than lashes. Lorelei had no idea how to escape the people that had purchased her. She wanted to get out more than anything, but how could she? The wife was always at home, and the husband was there every night, and locked the door to her attic room every night so she couldn't leave. She'd tried to jump out the window once, when she was 10, but she just broke her leg, and couldn't go anywhere. She was found in the morning and beaten close to death for trying to leave, and that definitely took her confidence of ever leaving away. Once she got to be around 12 or 13, she started to develop a pretty body of a young lady, and Mr. Finch unfortunately took notice. When he got drunk he would grope her and try to kiss the young girl. She would always try to fight back, but that would just make it worse. It was on one of these nights when Lorelei took her last stand. She was 14, and Mr. Finch was terrifying her. He wasn't stopping, wasn't falling over drunk. And she couldn't be hurt again, not how she'd been hurt when she was 8. He had cornered her in the kitchen, and Lorelei was able to reach behind her for a kitchen knife. She brought it around and slashed t across his arm, causing the man to howl in pain, and blood to spatter on Lor's white dress. She tried to get away, but he was still trying to hold her, screaming slurs in her face, calling her a bitch and a cunt. Lorelei did the only thing she thought would save her life; she stabbed the knife into Mr. Finch's chest, and watched the life leave his eyes slowly, gasping for breath. The wife ran downstairs when she heard the ruckus, and what she saw was her husband, dead on the floor, and Lorelei running out the front door as fast as she could. The wife screamed and ran after her, choosing different slurs than her husband, she preferred slut and whore as she chased her down. Lorelei ran as fast as she could, and eventually the woman stopped chasing her, and just yelled obscenities after her. Lorelei made it to the forest, still gripping the knife, and she cried. She cried log and hard, until she didn't think there was any moisture left. She actually fell asleep in the forest that night, the first peaceful night of sleep she'd gotten since she was 8 years old. It had been too long, but she was just glad to be away from that man.

Lorelei didn't think she would ever see her brother again. It had been years, six years by then, and she'd given up her hope. She was to be alone for the rest of her life, faced with the harsh realities that were before her. She was wandering the forest; a 14 year old girl with blood on her dress. She'd dropped the knife a ways back, not wanting to smell the stench of his blood anymore. Lor traveled through the forest for days, enjoying the fresh air, he solitude, and the many creatures and flowers she found within it. It was peace, the days of peace she had after the hell she'd been living in. After days, she wandered upon a small town, and with the blood on her dress and in her hair, she had to improvise. She went to the church, and told the nuns there that she'd been attacked in the woods, that she was lost. They gave her a new dress; it was grey and boring but she didn't care, and they let her bathe there, and offered her a place to stay. Lorelei took the bed for that night, but she didn't sleep. That night started her night terrors; dreams so real and terrifying that she would scream in her sleep, thrash and cry, even lash out at anyone that tried to calm her, if anyone did. And when she finally woke up, it was in a cold sweat, crying still. When she woke up like that, with one of the nuns staring down at her, Lorelei knew that she had to leave, she had to go. She couldn't stay in a place like this, where they all dressed the same and prayed to some foolish God that didn't even exist, or at least, one that Lorelei surely didn't believe in. Where was god when her father was being beheaded? Her brother shot? Herself raped and sold as a slave? Jet taken and kidnapped? Where was he? So no, she didn't believe. Her only belief was that she needed to get somewhere safe. Somewhere lawful, where she wouldn't be harmed or found by the old Mrs. Finch. She asked around in the next town that she walked to, and found of a place called the palace of Swendway. People said that they would hire maids for anything, even just to make dresses, and that was something that Lor could do. But when she went to the castle, they only had spots open for cleaning maids, so she took it anyway. She worked in the palace for the King and Queen, and ended up being fairly good at it. Lor worked quietly, and didn't make any friends. In her off time she would spend time out in the yards and the gardens, reading classic novels and weaving crowns of flowers. She turned fifteen when she was working there, and since she was so efficient at her job, she was offered all of the good opportunities. When Swendway needed to send a diplomat to Illea, for some funny thing called a selection, they needed to send a maid with him, just so the palace wasn't burdened. It was only polite. Lorelei was offered the job, and she decided to take it. She could have some sort of adventure, she guessed. She wanted to see something more, go somewhere new. Lorelei is still young, but with what she's been through, she isn't sure if she'll ever be normal again.

“Aɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴇᴀᴋʟɪɴɢs...ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ·ʀᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ sᴀʏs ᴛʜᴇʏ·ʀᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ﹐ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴏsᴇ.” {Zᴇʟᴅᴀ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}



ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛɪᴇs
≄ Lilah Steele, Mother, Deceased
≄ Hammond Steele, Father, Deceased
≄ Jaden Steele, Brother, Deceased
≄ Jet Steele, Brother, Missing?

ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏsᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴs
≄ None.

ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs
≄ None.



“Sᴏ ᴡᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴏɴ﹐ ʙᴏᴀᴛs ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ﹐ ʙᴏʀɴᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴇᴀsᴇʟᴇssʟʏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}

[Leena]

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Sometimes I wear the beautiful ball gowns I sew for the royals as if those few moments of pure bliss can wash away the years of pain.



Basic Details

Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Alice
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Grace
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Jones
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Birdie, my dear, Daisy(by family)

Agє: 18
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн:
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: Illea

SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Heterosexual
Ƈяυѕн: N/A
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Single

Ƈαѕтє: 4 to 6
ƝαтισηαƖιту: Illean
Occυραтιση: Royal Seamstress/dressmaker
Face Claim: N/A
Aρρєαяαηce:



Ɯяιттєη Ɗєѕcяιρтιση:

Alice is a tall girl at 5'7. Her height consists of her shapely legs. She has pianists fingers, long and thin. She has brown hair with a auburn hue. Her eyes are a mixture of blue and brown. Her hair will always be in a French-braid or loose. She has a very small sprinkle of freckles across her nose. She has a thin waist and many people think she is underweight but she eats alot just has a fast metabolism. Her lashes are long and well shaped like most of her body. She has a beautiful voice that can grow louder or soft enough so you can hear it. It rings clear and sweet like a bell. She looks younger than she is.

A wish is a precious thing never to be wasted


Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє:

She wears very fashionable and cute clothes, but comfy and inexpensive

ƤєяѕσηαƖιту:

Alice is loyal and sweet, always there to lend a hand and always kind to every body even those who don't deserve it, but she is hesitant. She will never leave a friend and behind. She tries to speak up but it is hard without her friends. She is very delicate and tries to stay out of the way of other people who might try to hurt her more. Therefore she is very shy and quiet usually keeping to herself except for a few. Some people think she is snobbish but she just has built up walls to protect herself. she has been hurt so much that she walks carefully, like she is walking on broken glass. she acts like a abused puppy. She is very dainty and delicate never fumbling. She is very smart and giving. She is hard working, determined, and resilient. She has a vibrant personality but is always quiet. Birdie is a very intelligent girl and thinks things through very carefully. She has a large imagination and is a dreamer but she doesn't have her head in the clouds she has seen too much to not be aware of the horrors of the world. She is brave and strong but her bravery is shrouded by her insecurities.

Everything tastes sweeter if you actually did hard work to accomplish it


Lιкєѕ:

Sewing
Piano
Drawing
Designing
Singing
Nature
Flowers
Birds


ƊιѕƖιкєѕ:

Bullies
Pressure
Liars
Snobs

Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ:

Birdie loves piano, she has been playing since she was very little and enjoys it very much. She loves being outside reading or dancing or just being there.

It feels so right. Sitting on the bench, my hands on the keys. It is where i belong


Sтяєηgтнѕ:

Intelligent
Kind
Caring
Sweet
Brave
Loyal

Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ:

Delicate
can be a pushover
history
Insecure

Hιѕтσяу:


There was once a beautiful girl, her name was Fawn. Fawn lived in a house surrounded by nature with her loving husband. The house was surrounded by a beautiful garden with vines of honeysuckles and rosebushes surrounded by lilac bushes.(view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)] The inside was furnished nicely and was cozy, comfortable, and homey. Before they were married Fawn was a young four who was known for her beauty and kindness. She was also known for being a pushover. Fawn was a sweet caste four and was delighted and surprised when the cutest guy in the whole province asked her to marry him. She became a Mother one day in spring in the back yard when she was hanging up laundry. She screamed and fell and one husband, two midwifes, and 3 hours later Alice was born. She was a pudgy pink cheeked little thing. She came out smiling after one wail. They had a room all set up on the second floor. Alice grew up in a medium sized room facing the backyard with an apple tree rubbing it's boughs against her right window. On her left window there was a cheery tree. In the room there was a pretty crib but it was missing three quarters of a side so on the first night the little baby rolled out and would have died if there wasn't a pillow on the ground. The father came in and calmly put the child back in. The next night the golden retriever climbed into the crib and pressed against the child so it wouldn't fall out. So every night the dog would climb into the bed so the child would not fall out. Alice's parents were often at work but did love their precious little dear. At least it seemed that way, her father did not love her. He didn't want a child and certainly not a girl. The only reason he had married Fawn is because of how gullible she was. As Alice grew up her parents were often working and she was left alone. For the first few years of her life Fawn taught her daughter things a young adult would need to know and at age five left her to fend for herself. Alice would go out into the field behind their house and sit there stringing flowers into a necklace or reading. She would bring carrots and bird seed and coax bunnies into her lap and birds into her hand. The field and woods were full of animals. She loved them and made friends with the deer, and other creatures. Even the foxes. She was expected to maintain a clean house and make dinner for her parents when they got back. When she didn't her family were very mad and after her mother went to bed her father hit little birdie. The little bird would cry and be hit again for making noise. Her sweet mother made up for it all though, hugging her every time she fell and always smiling. As she grew up she found her love for piano. She would sit at the stool so tiny that no one would expect her to be good and her fingers would fly across the keys. She also loved baking especially with her mother. She also found she had a love for sewing and designing. She would sketch out a dress and then make it come to life. She drew beautiful and her sewing was even more beautiful. Her life was so joy-filled she tolerated her fathers slaps. Life made a turn for the worse when she was 8 and her sweet mother didn't come home. She never came home again and the little bird was left with her father. He cracked after her mother died and would hit birdie all the time. The bird would climb out her bedroom window onto a branch of the tree to read a book and hide from her father. Sh would bring birdseed and the birds would gather around her. She wished she could fly away with them, far, far away. She made all her clothes and stole all her mother's stuff from her room so her father wouldn't sell it for money. She cherished the hours her father was away at work. By the time he came home dinner would be on the table and birdie would be in her room. After her mothers death her father hosted parties in the living room filled with poker, alcohol and cigars. The room would fill up with smoke making it hard to birdie to breath so she avoided that room. She spent her time at the piano, sewing, baking, or outside with the animals and the dog. She would walk to school and did well in her classes but she had problems making friends and the bruises covering her started to raise questions so she was forbidden to go. Her friends lent her school books so she would read them and do any homework assigned. She did this for four years. Then at 10 her father remarried. Alice was terrified that this new stepmother would be awful but she was the sweetest. She was the mother Birdie had lost. Her name was Lucy and she was a head chef, she baked with Birdie and loved nature too. She made Alice's life better but she did work alot and went on trips to Germany to cook and other places. Birdie hated when she was away. Lucy nicknamed her daisy.

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When she was twelve her father started to realize that the little birdie could serve his friends and him. She was forced to wear what her father described as a tantalizingly short and tight dress and walk around refilling their drinks and serving them food. The men leered at her and lifted up her skirt with their hands, smacking her but if she got too close. The drunker they got the more bold they became until one snacked his hand around her pelvic area and pushed her onto his lab reaching his hand up to her chest and groping her. She screamed and slammed her tray onto his nose and ran up to her room where she climbed onto the cheery tree and sat there crying. It was her birthday. Her father searched for her yelling her name. From then on no matter how drunk they got the men didn't touch her but she still didn't like their leers. The dog was a golden retriever now 12 years old but still acted young. When Alice was 13 the dog gave birth to a litter of puppies. Alice was delighted and gave away 4 of them and kept two for herself. When she was 16 a drunk man found his way to her room. Forgetting the tray slam he leered at her and advanced. She fought him but he corned her on the bed and started kissing her. She could smell the alcohol on his breath and tried to scream. He beat her again until the world looked black and she started to loose consciousness, the men moved to undress her when both 2 year old golden retrievers and their mother jumped on him, attacking him viciously. The man screamed and ran off bleeding. Her father came in yelling, the man had paid for her and he was furious now. She blacked out and woke up when her dad shook her. He stated that the dogs were in the way and would have to go. He then took his gun and shot the dog, the mother who was old at 17. Alice screamed and the puppies howled. She attacked her father rage flooding from her. She wrenched the gun from his grasp and shot him. She dropped it and blacked out. Daisy woke up later to find herself in a hospital room with Lucy at her side. From then on she lived with Lucy happily. She still is insecure and delicate. She misses the dog immensely, the dog that saved her life as a child but loves her puppies. She went to school and made some true friends. She is not open to love at all really but she is so sweet that some people put in the work and time to become her friend. When she was 15 she found a pregnant cat and nursed it to help and gave away every but one of the kittens after they grew old enough to leave their mother. She went back to piano and more importantly sewing. At 15 Lucy put her up for the job as Royal seamstress. The current one took her on and trained her to be the great seamstress she is then retired and Alice got the job. She grew to have many friends in the palace and was at first awkward and shy but grew more friendly and open. She was scared by how much people needed to talk to her, to give her measurements and opinions about her designs. But she does have a back bone and survived. Now she has more friends and is a happy and cheery person. But she is not fully healed and may never be. She loves her room at the palace. She is conflicted between nervous and excited about the selection. More nervous admittedly, so much people that need dresses and have individual measurements, tastes, and looks. It will be a challenge that is for sure but is it a welcome one? She thinks so. Maybe she will even find some new friends.






Birds fly, over the rainbow; Why, oh why can't I

ƑαмιƖу:

Her mother died in a car crash and was a great mother, Fawn Rachel Jones. Alice loved her



Her father was killed by Birdie and Birdie hated him



Her stepmother Lucy is the best.



Ƒяιєηɗѕ:

She has a good amount of close friends, Rachel, Marianne, Genevieve(Jenny), Sydney, Emma, and Ashley

Ɛηємιєѕ:
She has no enemies except the men at her dads parties and that man

Oтнєя:


Dog-Amber-4-Golden Retriever-Dog-Whisper-4-Golden Retriever



Cat-Seraphina-2



Cat-Elizabeth-2



Favorite Colors: pink, blue, yellow, lilac, turquoise
Favorite Flower: Cherry blossoms
Favorite Foods: Apple pie, ice cream, bacon
Favorite Constellation: Canis Major, Great Dog
Birthstone: Emerald
Birth Sign: Gemini
Birth Element: Air
Fears: betrayal, intimacy,
Flaws: weak, insecure, delicate, sensitive
Theme Song: TBA

[Leena]

Ｉｎｔｒｏｄｕｃｉｎｇ

“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre




Name Dahlia Ophelia Newson
Nickname Lia(LEE-uh)
Age 33
Birth/Location Italy
Relationship Status Single
Social Standing Caste 2
Time of Birth 9:02 AM
Occupation Waitress Special Intelligence for Queen Rosa
Favorite Color Orange
Favorite Animal Owl
Favorite Flower Lilac
Face Claim Kristen Stewart

Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ



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A dark haired beauty,


Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ
Traits
*Fierce
*Stealthy
*Attitude
*Finesse

Fancies
-Going Undercover
-Archery
-A Good Fight
-Showing Off

Forgoes
-Idiots
-Enemies of the Crown
-Grabby Men
-Frilly Things

Fears
*Drowning
*Something happening to Rosa
*Certain textures freak her out
*Losing herself in her job and never getting herself back


Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ

Dahlia, or Lia as she prefers, was born mid-morning to her mother and father. Their second girl, but 6th child. Her family were Caste 6, and did well despite their many children. Actually it was because of them that they did well, their older children were in their teens and 20's so they could work and help to support the family. So little Lia was not a burden to them, but a reason for celebrating. Her older siblings all thought that she was the most adorable of them all, they also thought she would be the most mischievous, she had a glint in her eye early on that the boys claimed meant that she would be tougher than any woman, and swifter than any man. It was a lot for a little girl to live up to, but she would live up to it, and then some. She grew up so fast, or it seemed so to her mother, before she knew what was happening her baby was up running around and getting into things, chasing after her sons and other daughter with ease. She looked up to her siblings, and was attached to them for the first four years of life, after that though she found herself a friend, a best friend, and her name was Rosabella, though she just called her Rosa, because her name was far too long for her little self to pronounce each time she needed to call her name. The two became thick as thieves soon after meeting, Lia's mother was constantly complaining that she was gone far too much, and not even gone with her siblings, but with a neighbor girl. Lia saw nothing wrong with it though, her and Rosa had every right to be together, to have fun and run through fields of daffodils, what could be the harm in such things? Her brothers would tease them mercilessly, tugging on their hair and playing tricks, but it was them against the world, so they never felt too upset, and only laughed at the boys. That or Lia would chase them down and pummel them the best she could.

They were eight when they decided that they would grow up and run away to a far off land to find princes together and become great warriors that would show off and beat the men. Their goal changed the next day to being princesses and eating royal food and throwing tea parties every day, and it continued to change as they grew. They were children after all, and children tend to change their minds a lot on their futures before they're grown up and can make real, sound decisions of their own. Except, well except with these two those decisions were kind of swept out from under them. Rosa entered the Selection and Lia refused to, saying it was degrading and sexist, also that it was an ancient tradition that should be put down, let the prince make his own choice of any woman in the world, and let it be hers as well. At the time lia was working for some thug, she was pretty much security, she didn't have to deal with drugs or his whores thankfully. And as much as she hated her job, and her life at the time she still cheered her friend on as the competition played out, always wondering if she would see Rosa move on to the next part of the process or if she would be sent home to collect her family and find better accommodations. Rosa never did come home though, she stayed at the palace for good, the prince chose Rosa, and Lia was devastated and happy at the same time. Her friend would get the chance at a new life, but she would no longer be her friend or anywhere around, she almost mourned for Rosa, at least that's what her mother claimed, until Rosa did in fact show up at her doorstep in disguise. She told Lia that she had a job for her, one that was very important and that the only person she would ever have to report to was Rosa herself. So she kissed her many siblings goodbye, as well as her mother and father, and she left with her friend in the dead of night, wondering what this was all about. The queen took her back to the palace, and took her in her own personal chambers, only her maid remained, Addison. She sat Lia down and let her know that she needed someone to be her eyes and ears. Someone that worked solely for her and could get in and out of places without being seen, someone with absolutely no morals and could kill without qualms. She needed Dahlia. Of course Dahlia pretended to be offended, though inside she was dying to take the job and be everything that her friend described. Eventually they haggled a deal, she would be the queens Secret intelligence, her Caste number would be moved up, she could tell no one of her real duty. If asked she had to assume some sort of identity and pretend away as best she could. Queen Rosa sent her off to train with professionals in Japan for two years, when she came back she was stealthier than ever, knew hand to hand combat, as well as using many different kinds of weapons. Rosa sent her on missions around the world over the years, she was able to pretend a myriad of people. Diplomats, princesses, homeless beggars, daughters of lords, boys. She did it all, yeah it could be a lonely life, but Lia wasn't craving some wonderful family life anyway, so what did it matter? She got to spend time with Rosa when she was at the palace, and her highness gave her enough vacation days out of the year for her to enjoy herself. She found the thrill in her life an addiction really, she got to be whoever she wanted half the time, and she could live lives that she would only dream about otherwise. Here lately though she's been pulled back to the palace, she's to take on the pretense of waitress, to make sure that nothing untoward happens in or out of the castle while the queens eldest goes through his Selection, she will be on her toes checking out people, getting cozy with staff, sniffing out any wannabe rebels perhaps? She's kind of glad to be back home though, to be back near Rosa, so that she can catch up with her old friend.

The Relations
::Mother, Llayne
::Father, Kurt
::Brother, Kyle
::Sister, Lilly
::Brother, Niall
::Brother, Sam
::Brother, Frank
-Rosa, best friend and cohort
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“The best index to a person's character is how he treats people who can't do him any good, and how he treats people who can't fight back.”
― Abigail Van Buren





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Both approved <33

[Sυммer Rαιɴ || Wrιтιɴɢ ιѕ α cαllιɴɢ, ɴoт α cнoιce.]

XD Alice your Chef is also Approved

And I love her, El! She seems awesome.

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                         нere ι ѕтαɴd, нelpleѕѕ αɴd leғт ғor deαd

     

[x] Noah Sangster - He is a fifteen year old boy, that was born in Belcourt on some day in February. Usually, February's are hot, but not this one, it was bitterly cold, it was so bad in fact, that it was snowing. But because of the air being so cold, the snowflakes often turned into deadly shards of ice. His father died before he was born, or so that's what his mother says, but Noah can never really tell if the woman that gave him life is telling the truth or not, since she is usually in a state of drunkenness. And it is because of her addiction to alcohol that caused Noah to be the way he is. The brown eyes boy has breathing problems, because when he was in the womb, his lungs did not properly develop and so keeps having asthma attacks every time he comes near a smoke filled area or if he participates in the sport of running. His mother's alcohol addiction also is one of the many reasons, he has a schizoaffective disorder.

                             Locĸed αwαy ιɴ perмαɴeɴт ѕlυмвer

     

[x] Noah's personality is hard to pinpoint, because he has a mix of mental health conditions ― including schizophrenic and mood disorder features. Because of his bipolar disorder, his personality can vary. One minute he's the happiest boy on the planet, the next he's sitting on the floor screaming for his mother to let him go. Most people are afraid of his frequent mood swings, since Noah has the tendency to get violent when he's scared and/or angry. Although he has never physically harmed anyone he still managed to scare them. If a person were to give him a gun, he wouldn't shoot anything, or anyone for that matter. He's hard to understand, but in an oddly cute way, he's unique. Though other people in Belcourt would disagree in a heartbeat. The people there are blind to what's wrong with him and only see a broken boy, who has no father, no actual mother, no self control and is bad just because he can be. That's not Noah. He's fifteen, with all these problems, and yet he still manages to hold onto that innocence, that many crave.(more detailed to be explained during RP)

                                        I wαɴɴα нιde тнe тrυтн

  

[x] Noah was born a caste eight, all thanks to his mother. His mother was once a wealthy and famous singer, but like nearly all singers, they go down a dangerous path of drugs, parties and alcohol. Her manager, Noah's father, had tried to stop her and sent her to many doctors. Nothing worked. But after a couple of years, it worked, for about a month. And the two were so happy... well, they accidentally began a new life growing. Once Sarah found out she was pregnant, her whole career was thrown out the window. She started drinking and smoking again out of depression that she would have to have the responsibility of a child. And it was because of taking illegal drugs, that got her to caste eight. Noah's father came to the streets, to try and convince her to drop the drinking habits, and that was the last plea that ever came from Dakota's Sangster's lips.

[x] Noah was born three weeks early, and once he was born, his mother could tell something wasn't right. He didn't snore, he didn't cry. To Sarah this was sheer bliss. No one knows how the baby survived, but somehow it did. And growing up for Noah was life threatening. He could never run, he could never have friends, all he had was his mother who couldn't even remember his name. But there was something that kept Noah from breaking, and that was Benny. The chocolate Labrador. His labrador. Benny took care of Noah throughout the years of torment. But nothing could protect Noah from his own mind. His schizophrenia always used to cause him hallucinations, all were not pretty. Sometimes it would be of dead people, sometimes it wold be of himself getting stabbed, or, this is more frequent, of how everything is on fire.

[x] The people in the streets hated and adored Noah. Some say he provided entertainment, they obviously liked seeing him in pain, while others say he reminded them of a lost scared little puppy, in some words he was. If he had gotten treatment when he was younger, his disorder wouldn't be so bad, but alas, it was all his mother's fault. At the age of ten, Noah found a flute and started to learn how to play it. This is one of the reasons why he is in the palace, for entertainment for the selected during dinners. Which changed his caste to a six, not that he noticed. But no one has any idea what's in store for them.

            Sαy ɢoodвye, αѕ we dαɴce wιтн тнe devιl тoɴιɢнт.
       ‘Cαυѕe тнeѕe wordѕ αre ĸɴιveѕ αɴd oғтeɴ leαve ѕcαrѕ
                        Doɴ’т ɢeт тoo cloѕe, Iт’ѕ dαrĸ ιɴѕιde

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                                        (view spoiler)[FC: Charlie Rowe
Benny: Chocolate Labrador
What Instrument does Noah PLay?: Flute (hide spoiler)]