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

Approved! ((LOVE HIM! ESPECIALLY THE FACE CLAIM! XD He definitely has to perform at a big event sometime soon. ))

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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 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 ∘ Willa Walsh
∘ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ∘ Feminine form of William
∘ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ﹙s﹚ ∘ Will

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



∘ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ∘ Ruffey Cassidy


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Willa is just a kid, so she isn't tall in the least. But for her age she's average height, and she has a tiny frame, with lean shoulders and pale skin, freckles dotting her face.
Willa's eyes are a startling bright blue, and stand out extremely well against her darker hair.
Willa has very long hair, the color of the locks is dark brown, very close to black.

∘ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ∘ 57 lbs
∘ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ∘ 5'
∘ sᴛʏʟᴇ ∘ Willa wears a lot of jeans and tee shirts, sometimes she wears comfy plaids or skirts with her tee shirts. The only thing she refuses to wear is a dress. She hates dresses.

“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 ∘ 9
∘ sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ∘ She's nine, let's give her time

∘ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ∘ October 18th
∘ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ∘ 3:44 PM
∘ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ∘ Her families cottage

“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«
⑅ Fierce
⑅ Protective
⑅ Energetic
⑅ Sweet
⑅ Blunt
⑅ Intelligent
Willa is a fiery little girl with strong will in her. She doesn't give up on anything once she has her mind set on it, and will keep working or searching for a way to get something done. She's headstrong and doesn't back down from any argument, even if it might be the best idea for her to do so. She isnt all temper and flare though, she's a smart little girl with a great ambition to be who she is. Willa has a huge heart that has plenty of room to love others, including her papa and her two best friends, Sybil and Kenna. She likes to run around and be active all the time; being bored is terrifying to Willa, she simply can't sit still. Even when she and papa have to go to dinner at his boss' house, she finds it to be so boring, and she bounces her feet all around under the table and taps her fingers the whole time. She's incredibly loyal and protective over her friends and father, especially Sybil, she protects Sybil from any jerks in the castle with her evil eye squint. She's a bit of a valiant soul, and has one dream in her life so far; to protect and care for people just like her father does everyday as a guard. Willa does have a soft spot for books, and often just reads her days away outside on the grounds, sitting in the sunlight and flipping the pages while she taps her feet in the grass.

»ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs«
⑅ Books
⑅ Her papa
⑅ Sybil and Kenna
⑅ "Dead parents club"
⑅ Dogs
⑅ Playing outside

»ᴀᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴs«
⑅ Sitting still
⑅ School lessons
⑅ The girls that wink at her papa

»ᴀᴘᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇs«
⑅ Protecting her friends
⑅ Livening up the palace
⑅ Hide and seek (she's the best at it)

»ᴅᴇғɪᴄɪᴇɴᴄɪᴇs«
⑅ Minding her manners

»ᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀs ﹠ ғᴇᴀʀs«
⑅ Losing her papa, too



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

sᴛᴀɢᴇ Ⅰ – ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ
The birth of a baby girl should be beautiful. It should be exciting, and there should be love all around. And that's what it was like, when Willa was born. Her parents, Willow and Augusto, were young newly weds, and had been waiting in anticipation for their daughters arrival for nine long months. Willow had already decorated the nursery with every drop of pink she could find, and Augusto was ready to make sure that his new daughter would be pampered from the very first moment she opened her eyes. Willow insisted on having her daughter be born in their home, she thought it would be better that way, safer and more pure. And Willa was born crying out and whining to be nestled into someone's arms. Her mother held her first, and cooed and cried at the sight of her first born child. But there was something wrong with Willow, she had a fever, and she wasn't feeling very well. So baby Willa was passed on to her father, who was more than overjoyed to watch her all night in the living room while the nurses took care of her. Willa was able to fall asleep to the sound of her fathers heartbeat, and it was a peaceful first day of life. It was only the next morning that everything turned sour. Willa was fed from a bottle the next morning, and was carried around by her father to make sure that she didn't sob and cry all morning. When Augusto went into the bedroom to check on his wife, what he found was horrifying to him. Willow had been burning up all night, and the nurse had found it to be pneumonia. It progressed quickly, and the next few days, Willa and Augusto spent their time in the living rooms and the nursery, Augusto visiting his wife every hour to see how she was doing. But it only took days for the pneumonia to take Willow's life.

After Willa's mother died, it was very hard on her father. He went through a month long period of absolute grief and barely paid attention to anything besides the fact that his wife was dead. She had been the love of his life, and he had no idea what to do with himself when she was gone. During that time, Willa's grandmother took care of her. She would read to her even though she couldn't understand a word, and would carry her around in circles all night long to make sure she got a good nights sleep. It was a peaceful time for baby Willa, since she had no clue what was going on. But after that month, her papa snapped out of his grief, and he decided instead to focus on his new baby, his wife's legacy. He put every ounce of energy he had into taking care of his new baby, and she became the new focus of his life. Willa grew up being loved and cared for by her father, living in a small cottage outside of the castle. Since he was a guard, she live don the palace grounds, and lived her life in a carefree way. As Willa grew older, it was obvious that she wasn't a demure little thing. She had a lot of fire in her, and would easily snap off at anyone she thought was being rude. She did have a sweet spot though, but it was only for a few people. Like her papa, she would do anything that he asked. She considered him to be her best friend, her guardian. She had friends too, though. Two little girls named Kenna and Sybil. They all had one dead parent, and they sort of bonded over that. They didn't exactly know what they were missing, but they knew that it was something worth missing. Augusto always told her about her mother Willow, and how sweet and perfect she'd been. Willa always wished to meet her mother, wished to go back in time and see what she was like, just for even a moment. Living in the palace was certainly a different way of life than what most children had. Willa was allowed to roam the castle mostly as she pleased. The staff and even the royals accepted her as an adorable little girl, and Willa was so comfortable around everyone, that she didn't even mind taking the Queens hand or asking for a piggy back ride from the King. Everyone just accepted her. Is a happy life for Willa, one of riding horses and reading books in the vast library. Her adventures never seem to end, and she never wants her to.

“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
≄ Augusto Walsh, Father

≄ Willow Walsh, Mother, Deceased


ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏsᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴs
≄ Sybil

≄ Kenna



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

[Leena]

my feeeeeels~ so very much approved and Augusto will take good care of his little girl, APPROVED

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Leena she's gonna take good care of him too, keep all the ladies away with her evil eye squint Cx

Thanks Eli <333

[Leena]

Oh that would be funny Eli

[Lord]

Edward Vilkas Harding, Royal Adviser.

"Don't worry, your highness, I can handle this."


Basic Details

Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Edward
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Vilkas
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Harding
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Ed, Ted

Agє: 30
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: 17th July
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: England

SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Bisexual
Ƈяυѕн: Open
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Open

Ƈαѕтє: 2
ƝαтισηαƖιту: British
Occυραтιση: Royal Advisor
Face Claim: Michiel Huisman

Aρρєαяαηce:



Ɯяιттєη Ɗєѕcяιρтιση:
Tall, strong and lithe, Edward knows he looks good. He is a great lover of his dark brown hair. His golden skin tone gives him an exotic look, due to foreign blood on his mother's side. He has good muscles, though in a more lithe way than most men who take care of their bodies, and he is often seen with facial hair, something very few can pull off.

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ƤєяѕσηαƖιту:
Charismatic, charming and decisive, Edward is more than just an adviser, but a friend. He is not afraid to disagree with the king - his job is to council him, not merely smile and nod. He is laid back and mellow usually, but knows there is a time and place for seriousness. He will flirt relentlessly with anyone, including the Queen and her daughters, but people who know him well know not to take him too seriously when he's playful. He's great with children, and is good at handling people in general, and would have been a good diplomat were he not already pledged to the King. He's very intelligent, and had a great love for history, literature and the arts.

He gets on very well with the King, and especially his eldest son, Oliver, but he finds the Rebellion annoying. He believes the King should either give them what they want, or crush them. He doesn't mind either one, so long as it is not dragged on in a drudging attempt at so-called freedom for the people. It disinterests him, and he'd rather spend the Crown's time, and money, on much more pleasant things.

Remember,


Lιкєѕ:
- Music
- Absinthe
- Hot weather
- Women
- Men
- Dogs
- Snakes

ƊιѕƖιкєѕ:
- Rebels (unless they're hot)
- The cold
- Sobriety

Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ:
- Horse riding
- Sword fighting
- Spending time with the King's family
- Music

Sтяєηgтнѕ:
- Intelligent
- Charismatic
- Resourceful
- Wise
- Piano
- Patient

Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ:
- Beauty
- Can be heartless
- Ruthless

Hιѕтσяу:
Edward was born into a family of old aristocrats. His father had fought along side the King all his life, and they were very good friends. For this reason, Edward spent many a day in the King's company.

When Edward was 17, he met a girl named Brienne Marthlew, the most beautiful girl he had ever met, with long blonde hair and huge blue eyes. Her forwardness and vivacity matched his laid back nature, and he was completely and utterly in love with her. Of course, for all her temper, Brienne had a big heart, and cared particularly about the poor, so when the King asked him to join his inner circle, when Edward was just 24, he jumped at a chance, hoping his influence there would make Brienne happy. She was delighted, and for a while, everything was perfect. Brienne gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, who shared her eyes, and they named her Belle. She was born out of wedlock, much to the outrage of his father, but he didn't care. He loved her.

Then disaster struck. Whilst trying to help the very poor she cared so much about, Brienne and Belle were killed. By them. Slit their throats, took her money, and left their bodies for some poor soul to find down a slum alley. Edward, in his grief, realised he couldn't help the poor now. How could he help those he now resented so fiercely? Would this mean they had died in vain? To him, it no longer mattered.

He took it remarkably well, assuring the King that it would not affect his most important duties. To lose his love and his baby girl, however, changed him entirely. He was no longer a dreamer. He was a realist. The reality was that if the King was going to be unmoving on his rules, he should stamp out the opposition. Lest more innocent women and children perish in the heat of the battle.

He grew extremely fond of Oliver, and of his brothers and sisters, and treats them all as close friends. He maintains a good relationship with the Head Reporter, Sydney, and all other reporters for that fact, and will never hesitate to tell them anything. Truth and reality is everything. He has nothing to hide; the King dictates what is right and what is not.

Though his playful, laid-back and trivial nature is doubted by all those close to him, they are wrong. He is truly fine. In their world, people die, and that's fine, because all must die eventually. Until then, he will seek happiness and pleasure wherever he can. Fall in love a thousand times, and then fall in love again. See everything beautiful there is to see, kill every monster there is to kill, and eventually die himself. Perhaps then, he would find those eyes again.



ƑαмιƖу:
John Harding - Father - dead
Sakine Harding - Mother - dead
Brienne Marthlew - Lover - dead
Belle Harding - Daughter - dead

Farkas
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Ƒяιєηɗѕ: Open
- Heather Fallon
- Prince Oliver
- The King

Ɛηємιєѕ: Open

"As you wish, your highness."


Oтнєя:

Favorite Colors: Blue, green
Favorite Flower: Foxglove
Favorite Foods: Spaghetti
Favorite Constellation: Delphinus, just because
Birthstone: Moonstone, ruby
Birth Sign: Cancer
Birth Element: Water
Fears: He no longer has anything to fear
Flaws: Willingness to destroy
Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nH7bj...

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

Approved!

[Lord]

Thank you! :D

[Lord]

Ella Alice Coleman, Student

She's screaming now, but no voice comes out,

because it's not allowed.

Basic Details

Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Ella
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Alice
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Coleman (formerly Makin)
Ɲιcкηαмєs: El

Agє: 16
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: 10th July
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: England

SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Heterosexual
Ƈяυѕн: Open
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Open

Ƈαѕтє: 2 (formerly 6)
ƝαтισηαƖιту: British
Occυραтιση: Student
Face Claim: Alina Kovelenko

Aρρєαяαηce:



Ɯяιттєη Ɗєѕcяιρтιση:
Slender and delicate, Ella's best feature is her beautiful red hair. Her face, free of freckles, is extremely pale, as is common for those with ginger hair, and her lips are naturally pink in colour. Her eyes are a beautiful and brilliant green, and she has a straight nose and high cheekbones.

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ƤєяѕσηαƖιту:
Ella, to those who first meet her, is a quiet, seemingly timid girl. Given her situation, she dislikes speaking out of turn more often than not, fearing the consequences, but as she has gotten older she has become more vocal. Opinionated. Quiet she may be, but she is strong-willed and passionate about her beliefs. Ambitious, she has a mission to eradicate the caste system, and reduce poverty, and she won't be playing by the Crown's rules, or even the rules of the rebels, but will be doing it her own way. She loves her adoptive father, and though he terrifies and threatens her at times, she sees him as the stepping stone she needs to break into the political world and is fully determined to do this.

Though she has never really had many friends, before her parents died, or after, she hopes she can make friends she can trust. Ella is a complete idealist, and when reality knocks her back, she feels it more than most. She has a bad hero complex, and will always try and save anyone she thinks is unfairly suffering. Hell, even if they do deserve it, she'll still protect them. She has a big heart, and an unrivaled compassion and desire to help those in need. She can't do much about the poverty yet, but she can still lend a hand wherever she can. Her favourite subjects at school are History, Literature and Philosophy, and she is Chairman of the Chess Club, a decision she made which, for once, her adoptive parents approved of.

Lιкєѕ:
- Animals
- Snow
- Chess
- Music
- Reading
- Poetry
- Horse riding
- Helping people

I don't know what I can really do here, but...

I would never let them get away with this.

ƊιѕƖιкєѕ:
- Caste system
- The Rebellion
- Poverty
- Her father's manifesto
- Olives

Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ:
- Reading
- Learning
- Horse riding
- Adventure
- Singing

Sтяєηgтнѕ:
- Compassionate
- Determined
- Ambitious
- Brave
- She can sing
- Trustworthy
- Idealistic

Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ:
- Her family
- Too trusting
- Over-idealistic
- Dependent on her family completely



Hιѕтσяу:
Ella was born to Alice and Daniel Makin. Her parents weren't rich, and they could never really buy nice things, but they got by alright. They made do with what they had, and despite everything, what they had was each other. At the time she longed for more, but looking back on it now, she recalls them being the happiest years of her life.

She was 12 when the accident happened. Her parents were killed in a car crash, leaving her in the hands of a godfather she'd never met. A politician by the name of Earnest Coleman, and his wife, Danica. At first, Ella thought they were sent from heaven just to rescue her from her grief, and for a while, she was perfectly happy. They were doting, kind and generous, and she was very comfortable living with them. Until she started to notice how they didn't like her doing things without permission.

It wasn't long before she realised how controlling they were, only what could she do? They had saved her when she had no one else. Was she just being a hormonal teenager? She brushed it off; they wanted what was best for her. She grew to love them in her own way, and felt an enormous sense of duty towards them. As though she owed them at least so much.

When the Selection came about, they changed slightly. Became more strict, and less doting. She didn't understand it at first, but of course, they had told her exactly what they meant. "You can't be selected for this Prince," her mother had said, "But you can be sure as anything that you'll get selected for the next one. Don't waste these opportunities we'll give you. Get in there quick; let them know you exist. That you're an option."

Which prince? Either Xander or Zane, they weren't really fussed. The important thing was that she was to be selected, without fail, as one of their suitors. She was afraid, not because of what they asked, but because she knew it would never happen. Opportunities or not, she lacked all of the charm of any of Prince Oliver's suitors, and barely half the beauty. She would not be selected, and by the rare chance she would be, he would not pick her. Princes married strong, confident and beautiful women who would know just how to rule. The Royal Palace was no place for a girl like her.

So what would happen, then, when she was not selected? Would she have failed her purpose entirely? And whilst she worried over this endlessly, there was the ever growing problem of more people starving. She couldn't keep just stealing her parents' money to give them every so often. It wasn't enough, she needed to stop it all together, and in order to do that she needed to follow in Earnest's political footsteps. Yet how could she, if all he wanted for her was to become a Prince's bride?

If nothing is true, what more can I do?

I am still painting flowers for you.

All she did was scream inside - she was utterly trapped. Bound by her obligation to her family, and yearning to follow her heart and save the people, she has no choice but to wait and see what happens.

ƑαмιƖу:
- Daniel Makin - Father - Dead
- Alice Makin - Mother - Dead
- Earnest Coleman - Adoptive Father - Alive
- Danica Coleman - Adoptive Father - Alive

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Favorite Colors: Red, gold, silver
Favorite Flower: Daisies and daffodils, because they remind her of her mother.
Favorite Foods: For someone so thin, she is a great lover of all food and could eat all day.
Favorite Constellation: The Plough (Ursa Major) for its simplicity.
Birthstone: Ruby and moonstone
Birth Sign: Cancer
Birth Element: Water
Fears: Losing the support of her adoptive parents, being unable to stop the poverty. Clowns.
Flaws: Cares too much, and dreams too big.
Theme Song:
Numb - Linkin Park
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I2REZ...
Painting Flowers - All Time Low
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=doTOF...
Priscilla Ahn - Dream
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7z2vE...

I want to save the people, and protect the Crown...

Whatever gave me the right to want that?

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

No, no. It just we haven't had a student yet, usually they have one of the roles already laid out in claims. It just surprised me, that's all. ^_^

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ꜰɪʀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ~ Violet
ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ~ Elizabeth
ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ~Moore
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ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ~ Female ♀
ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛy ~ Straight
ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴩ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ ~ Single
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ᴀɢᴇ ~ 22
ᴩʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ~ Belcourt, Illea
ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ~ 24th August ♍ / Virgo / Peridot
↳ meticulous, intelligent, practical, analytical, reliable, modest
↳ overcritical, fussy, fastidious, harsh, conservative, judgemental
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ᴄᴀꜱᴛᴇ ~ 6
ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛy ~ Illean
ᴩʀᴏᴠɪɴᴄᴇ ~ Belcourt
ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴩᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ~ Nurse

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Violet is a plainly pretty girl with a creamy, pale complexion and soft blonde curls. She's has a very girl next door appearance and would not be regarded as markably beautiful or sexy but rather pretty in a sweet and innocent way. Her hair is her most defining feature, beautiful blonde ringlets that are the colour of pale gold. Violet almost always has her hair pulled up or pinned away from her face. She has an unusual combination of light hair and dark eyes, her iris' are a warm chocolate brown which contrasts with the pallor of her skin and hair. Violet almost always has a blush on her cheeks and with a very happy persona, a smile normally adorns her features. She wears minimal make up but with her complexion she doesn't really need it. In body she is just below average height and slim in stature. Violet has a particularly tiny waist and long slender legs which she occasionally shows off in dresses and skirts. She rarely wears high heels and considers her wardrobe to be pretty indiscriminate.
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ʙᴜɪʟᴅ~ slim and slender
ʜᴀɪʀ ~ blonde curls
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ~ brown
ꜰᴀᴄᴇ sʜᴀᴩᴇ ~ oval
ᴛᴏɴᴇ ~ pale, creamy

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Everyone who meets Violet can't help but like her, she's a harmless, sweet individual who would never wish to cause offence to anyone. A softly spoken girl with a big heart Violet is both a pleasure to be around and a dedicated nurse in her faculty. She has all the qualities of someone whose only cause is to help others and who would only do something rash out of necessity. Violet possesses a certain naivety. Having grown up as a Caste 6 with two parents who sheltered her for most of her life Violet knows very little of the evil in the world. She's an incredibly trusting person who believes that there is good in everyone, Violet wouldn't hesitate to help out anyone who needed it. She knows very little about the rebel groups or the pressures of war and is therefore very trusting of everyone she meets. Violet isn't afraid to place her trust in people, she was always able to rely on people growing up and believes that she can still do just that.

She's a very structured, obedient girl who endeavours to work as hard as she possibly can within the infirmary. Violet is incredibly dedicated to her work as a nurse and would do anything if it meant she could save the life of another. Her kindness and empathy have sought to benefit her in her work and Violet truly has the perfect personality for her career stream. When people first meet Violet they make the assumption that she is shy. Her parents have said that this is the reason she has had very few suitors over the years and has never has a proper boyfriend. She is intent on saving herself for the right man, though she is yet to meet him.




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ᴇᴀʀʟy ʟɪꜰᴇ~ Violet was born in Belcourt the only child of a driver and a secretary. Her parents had tried for years to have a child and when Rowena finally gave birth to a little girl the couple were overjoyed. Her father Jack lavished Violet with everything he could afford. The small family didn't have much but they were happy just to be within each others company. Violet grew into a happy, polite little girl who loved to spend time with her mother. She was a curious child, always following her mother around the house and eager to learn about everything. Violet always had an affinity for helping people and even as a child she would forever be rescuing baby birds or nursing young fox cubs back to help. It was clear that she would later go on to help people, that her ambitions to become a nurse would be followed through. Her parents scraped together all the money they could in order to give Violet the best chance in life, they paid a local tutor to teach her and gave her a small allowance so that she could buy books to further her education.
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ᴀᴅᴏʟᴇꜱᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ~ As a teen Violet developed into a beautiful young girl. She never had the money to dress up or wear make up but Violet didn't truly need it. As a young woman she captured a lot of attention but her shy demeanour only served to push away any potential suitors. Besides Violet was happier on her own, she revelled in her solitude and preferred to spend time with her family than with the kids from the local village. At the age of fifteen her education turned to focus on her career aspirations. She began to study science and anatomy, volunteering at a local clinic and gaining experience is healthcare. I was when one of the palace doctors visited the clinic that Violet truly found her calling. The doctor was a lovely, older woman who had recently retired. In her spare time the doctor offered to tutor Violet and provide her with some contacts at the royal palace so that she could get a job there if she so wanted. Violet was overjoyed and immediately accepted the woman's offer. The older doctor helped to teach her everything she knew, providing Violet with the education she needed to become a trained nurse. She took her exams and passed with flying colours, allowing her to pursue her dreams of working in healthcare full time.
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ᴩʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴀy~ Having passed her exams her tutor was true to her word and Violet was offered a job at the palace on her recommendation. Violet packed up her things and left Belcourt with a promise to write to her parents and visit when she could. It's been six months since Violet started her job at the palace infirmary and she has not looked back since. She loves every minute of her work and has found her confidence has come on leaps and bounds since taking the job. Violet is hopeful to continue her training and maybe complete a doctorate if the time and funding allows it. She hopes to do what she can to continue to help people and save lives.


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ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ~ Joan
ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ~ Crawley
↳ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ ~ Tabi
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ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ~ Female ♀
ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛy ~ Bisexual
ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴩ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ ~ Single
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ᴀɢᴇ ~ 26
ᴩʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ~ Dominca, Illea
ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ~ November 27th ♐ / Sagittarius / Turquoise
↳ positive, straight-forward, intellectual, philosophical, large-hearted, adventurous
↳ careless, tactless, impatient, superficial, inconsistent, overconfident
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ᴄᴀꜱᴛᴇ ~ 2
ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛy ~ Illean, British
ᴩʀᴏᴠɪɴᴄᴇ ~ Dominca
ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴩᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ~ Head Stylist / celebrity stylist

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Tabi is the embodiment of the word glamorous, usually glad in designer gear, dressed to the nines and with her hair coifed to perfection Tabitha is always out to make a statement. She's something of a blonde bombshell, an ex-model with sky high legs and long blonde hair. Her hair falls in natural ringlets, the colour of spun gold with soft highlights thats falls to her waist. Tabi isn't afraid to experiment with her style but her hair is the one thing she chooses not to change, it's been long and blonde for as long as she can remember. Tabitha has naturally pretty features, contrastingly dark eyes and a lightly tanned complexion. She uses opts for natural make up but is happy to vamp things up with red lipstick or dark eyeshadow. In all Tabitha knows just how attractive she is and is not afraid to use her looks to get what she wants.
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ʙᴜɪʟᴅ~ slender, toned
ʜᴀɪʀ ~ long blonde curls
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ~ dark hazel
ꜰᴀᴄᴇ sʜᴀᴩᴇ ~ heart shaped
ᴛᴏɴᴇ ~ tanned

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Tabitha possesses a typically creative personality, a spritely flower child with an edgy, excited approach to fashion and a unique interest in experiencing the unknown. Described by the Illean Chronicle as Ilea's own answer to Anna Wintour and Karl Lagerfeld, Tabitha truly is a fashion goddess amongst mortals. With her chirpy, vibrant outlook Tabi has the ability to captivate any person, able to draw people in and then abruptly turn them out looking far better than they did to begin with. She's a very happy person in general, always smiling and always keeping up a positive demeanour. It's in her resume but her bright and colourful personality always helps to assure people that they're making the right choice when she styles them. Tabitha is very confident both in her own abilities and in her general approach to life. She appears as a very self-assured human being, constantly speaking up and ensuring that her thoughts are heard. Tabi certainly isn't afraid to push for what she wants and her confidence comes across in her ability to manipulate people.

One of Tabi's most noticeable qualities is her ability to flirt. Tabitha loves to play coy with people, to use her looks to get what she wants and to flirt unabashedly with anything that has a pulse. Whilst she enjoys the thrill of the chase and likes to wind people up with her words Tabitha is also incredibly manipulative. She knows that she can use her looks to get her way and isn't afraid to use people in order to further her own needs. As well as being manipulative and pushy Tabitha can come across as particularly overbearing, she likes her own way and to boss people about. If something needs to be done she'll demand that it is done. And you certainly don't want to be on the receiving end of one of her tantrums.




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ᴇᴀʀʟy ʟɪꜰᴇ~ Tabitha was born in Dominca, the oldest child from a caste 2 family. Both her parents were born twos, her father a wealthy politician and her mother a model. Tabi was always expected to fulfil a career of dazzling lights. Her childhood was pleasant, she was truly spoiled by both her parents and grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth. The house in Dominca was huge, a great mansion with acres of land surrounding it. Young Tabitha had everything she could ever have wanted, the perfect childhood with the backdrop of rolling hills and green grass. Tabitha was three when Bella was born. It took a lot for Tabi to get used to, she had always been the apple of her parents eye and the new baby managed to draw all of the attention from her. Of course they still lavished her with expensive clothes and gifts but it wasn't the same as having her mother sing her songs or take her out on the horses. A year or so later and Louisa was born, another beautiful blonde baby girl. Tabi eventually grew to love her siblings, realising she could use them to help get what she wanted. Be that raids on the treats cabinet or a new doll if they broke one of hers. Life for Tabi was perfect.
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ᴀᴅᴏʟᴇꜱᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ~ As Tabitha developed into a teenager it became clear that she would likely follow in the path of her mother. At the age of thirteen she was already 5"6 and much taller than most of her classmates. Tabitha's mother still had contacts from the modelling world and thus enlisted their help to get Tabi into the trade. All at once the attention was on Tabitha again, she was called along to casting after casting, pictured on magazines throughout the country and turned into a superstar. Tabitha loved the attention, the glamour and the lifestyle that came to be hers. People admired her wherever she went, always complimented her on her style or her hair. She gathered a large following of admirers all asking for her hand but Tabi turned down everyone. Tabitha had dreams she intended to follow before settling down. As she grew and her beauty continued to grow with her and Tabitha soon moved away from her parents in order to take an apartment in the city. She was constantly on the move, flying to other countries or being driven to other provinces. Tabitha always loved her work but all of the travelling was truly exhausting. By the time she was nineteen years old Tabi was all but burnt out. She had amassed a small fortune from all her jobs though and decided to take some time away to work on herself and her career aspirations.
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ᴩʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴀy~ Two years later she retired from modelling and was born again as a local stylist and designer. Everyone who had admired her before began to wear her clothes, people came to Tabi for advice and it wasn't long before even the royals approached her. It had been Evelynn who had come to her first, requesting a dress for a ball. Not long after that the queen followed and all at once she was whisked away to the palace to work for them full time. Tabitha fell into the work easily, as the head royal stylist she commanded a small team of hairdressers and designers who helped her to effortlessly dress each and every member of the family. The Selection has been the most challenging task that Tabitha has had to face to date. So many girls and such a huge range of tastes and ideals has made the process quite the challenge but Tabi is loving every minute of it.


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♔ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ - Nathan Crawley
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➝ love: ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆
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♕ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ - Delilah Crawley nee Sampson
➝ status: alive
➝ love: ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◇
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♗ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ - Bella Crawley
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♗ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ - Louisa Crawley
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ah perfection <33333

Can't wait to rp these two angels!!

[Leena]

Thanks! Me too :D

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“I ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ғɪʀᴇғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. Bᴜᴛ I sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇ sᴘᴇᴄɪғɪᴄ. I sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ɴᴀᴍᴇs.”

►Fυll Nαмe: Ian Joshua Heine
▸Nιcĸɴαмe: Sometimes his friends call him Josh
►Fc: Chord Overstreet
    
▸Bιrтн Plαce: Germany
►Socιαl Sтαɴdιɴɢ: Caste
▸Seхυαlιтy: Bi-sexual
►Occυpαтιoɴ: Firefighter
▸Aɢe: 18

“I ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴛᴏᴜɢʜ ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏʀʜᴏᴏᴅ. Oɴᴄᴇ ᴀ ɢᴜʏ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴋɴɪғᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ. I ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ·ᴛ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏғᴇssɪᴏɴᴀʟ﹐ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɴɪғᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴ ɪᴛ.”

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Sometimes you get a guy that walks by you and you have to look twice, because you're just not sure if the person you just walked by is real or imagined. This is that type of guy, Ian has the walk, the swagger, the look, and the voice, to make people feel drawn to him. His eyes as well, and it helps that he rarely wears a shirt, unless on duty or in the presence of royalty of course. Not many girls or guys can help but stare at this gorgeous boy without a shirt, especially when he's wearing his lower half of his fireman outfit but not the upper. His blonde hair and blue eye combo can make a girl or guy swoon fairly easily.




⊰Mαιɴ Trαιтѕ
•Enthusiastic
•Spontaneous
•Quick, effective decision maker
•Humorous
•Slightly Immature

The personality of a person tells you all that you want to know, and for Ian its so simple, yet so complicated. He's a guy that likes to make others laugh, he doesn't like negativity, or anyone he cares for to be sad, he'll do anything to make sure there's a smile on their faces instead of a frown. He likes to goof around with his buddies, and just be a big kid when he has the chance, hell he's great with the little ones if you ever need a babysitter. But then we come to his emotions... and in that department, well that's where its not so simple. He's not good at expressing his own emotions to those close to him, or those that are not so close, he hides them away and it takes a lot to get him to admit how he truly is. He'll deflect until a person either gives up or cracks him, either way its not easy on either party. Ian's great at making quick decisions, being a fireman will do that to a person, they need to have quick reflexes as well as quick thinking.

⊰Fαvorιтeѕ
♥Saving lives
♥Making a Difference
♥Working towards something
♥Making people laugh

⊰Loαтнeѕ
✗Negativity
✗Expressing his true feelings
✗Long-term commitments(in general)
✗Not getting his way

⊰Forтeѕ
♥Being Humorous
♥Helping others out
♥Working hard

⊰Deғιcιeɴcιeѕ
✗Secretive
✗Stubborn
✗Trouble expressing himself

⊰Terrorѕ
✗Someone dying because of him
✗Dying a 'normal' death
✗Disappointing his future wife/husband and having her/him leave him

[Leena]

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Ian Joshua Heine, a big name for a little boy, he was only 4 lb, 2 oz when he came into the big, bad world. His mother, Henna, wasn't even allowed to hold him until he was two weeks old because they kept him in an incubator for that long, just to be safe. His father, Byron, was caught up in some not so innocent affairs with the German mob, so he wasn't even there for those two weeks, he was off trying not to get himself killed. A few months passed and little Ian gained weight, and started looking like a healthy baby boy, his father tried to be home when he could, but the guys he was wrapped up with were not exactly friendly on family scheduling. That was why Byron decided that moving his family away from Germany, away from his past, away from the violence. There were few places they could go though, they only had family in Illea and some off the wall island that they were certainly not going to go to. So Illea was their only option really, off they went, to start new lives and raise their beautiful baby boy in a more safe environment. Not even a year after having Ian did they have another baby, a little girl who they names Lilia. She and Ian were very close as they grew, neither one straying far from the other until later on when school started. Ian toddled around with his sister in tow, trying to help out and protect the little girl, he loved it best when she would just hug him and tell him that she loved him. Of course that didn't last forever, and their innocence was soon crushed by their own parents. They had strict rules, and they saw children having to grow up a certain way, daughters were especially useful for a family. Soon after Ian started school, at age 4, they began training the little girl to be the perfect socialite, even though they were a slightly lower Caste, they figured they could surely marry her off to someone with power one day as long as she was perfect, it was all about perfection for Ian and Lilia's parents.

Ian did fairly well in school, he was easy to make friends with, didn't have outbursts often, protected those around him that needed it, tried to be helpful, he was intelligent so his grades were always fairly well. Sometimes he would get behind in English, but with tutoring he'd get the grades back up. His parents were not nearly as hard on him as they were on his sister, but that didn't mean that he was without his own criticizing from his father. His father actually wanted his son to return to Germany one day, and maybe raise his own family in the mother country, and do things differently than himself. Of course Ian had no plans on doing that, and by the time he was 10 he'd already decided on a career path for himself, he would become a fireman when he got older. His class had gone to the station to learn about them, and to see some videos on what they did, from that moment on Ian was hooked, and read all he could about what it meant to be the guy that put out the fires and rescued little kittens from trees. He hid these dreams from his parents, they would never approve, but he told Lilia, and she thought that he'd be great at such a career, he also told his school guidance counselor so that maybe she could help him take the right classes and such to prepare himself for the future he had in mind. The counselor informed him that he might change his mind several times over the years before he actually graduated, but Ian wouldn't hear of it, and insisted that this was his one and only career path. So the school made sure that he got a mentor, a firefighter one, and the education he would need to help him achieve his goals.

Sometimes life throws you a hardball, maybe a little worse. For Ians little sister, well things seemed to be crashing down around Lilia and it felt like there was nothing she could do to climb her way out. You see her parents were a bit strict, and expected a lot from the 14 year old, she was to be perfect , not only in behavior and academically, but in body as well. Her father was constantly commenting on how she was getting a little pudgy, and her mother gave her 'precise' portions that are appropriate for a girl her age. Ian never agreed to any of it and told his baby sister that she wasn't meant to be perfect, no one was, he tried to advise her to ignore them and just wait it out until she was of age to leave. She didn't see that happening since her parents already had men that they wanted her to meet, men they planned on her choosing from to marry, not for love but for money. They had plans on controlling her life, forever. At least that's the way the poor girl felt, and if she'd only gone to her brother, he would've worked things out, made it better, taken her away if need be. Instead she did something far more drastic, she went home from school one day, the house was empty, she wrote a long letter to her brother and put it in his jacket pocket before changing into a simple, cotton, white dress and climbing into the bathtub with a knife in hand.(may be triggering for some or too gruesome) (view spoiler)[She sat there a good hour before she actually pressed the blade of the knife into the skin of her wrist, she dragged it horizontally up her wrist till almost the crook of her elbow, she did it to the other arm, in much the same way. Drowsiness consumed her, and the physical pain was a welcome reprieve from the emotional pain she felt was bottled up inside of her. Blood poured from her arms, one arm was in the tub while the other was hanging over the edge. Soon she was gone, her life, her spirit, her soul, whatever you prefer, was gone from her body in the matter of minutes. Hours later Ian found her, the only reason he did was because he heard the dripping of liquid onto the tile floor, he walked into a pool of blood on the bathroom floor, and in the bathtub it was smeared and soaked in red, his sisters lifeless eyes staring up at him. Lilia was gone, her small frame folded up in the tub with the blood all around and over her was too much for Ian, he didn't know what to do exactly and could only stand there for a moment staring at his dead sister. After what seemed like forever he bent over and picked her up in his arms, he walked with her like that all the way to his fathers work, which was in a carpentry shop, he placed her on his fathers work bench, leaving her there, he disappeared from their lives for good. (hide spoiler)] Ian went on to live with a friends family while he finished out school, he attended his sisters funeral, but had nothing to do with his parents, despite their trying to get him to come home. 15 years old, his sister dead, and still school to finish, he had a lot on his plate to say the least. Ian did his best to keep his grades up, he continued being the jokester, the one that helped people out, but his emotions, his feelings, he kind of closed those off from even the closest to him. He was in pain, and he had no idea of how to deal with it, and after reading the letter his sister left him, well it just wasn't easy for Ian. Upon graduation he immediately went through the firefighter training and became what he'd always dreamed of becoming, hoping to make his sister proud, and not giving a damn of what his parents thought.


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Relαтιoɴѕ
➤Mother, Henna Alive
➤Father, Byron Alive
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Fαтαlιтιeѕ
➤Sister, Lilia Deceased
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A Recollecтιoɴ
Dearest Brother,
     You may not understand why I'm doing what I'm doing. I'm sorry for that, I'm sorry for not being strong or brave enough to continue on in this world, I'm sorry for letting you all down and for not being enough. I love you so much, I do hope that one day you will forgive me and my actions, that this will not be something that you hate me for. I needed out, I just couldn't take it anymore, the perfection expected of me, the future they planned for me. Oh if I was only born a boy, then life would've been much simpler, perhaps? I don't know... and now I'm almost rambling which is not something I wanted to do in such an important letter. Big brother you were always my steady, the one that I could depend on for a smile, hug, affection, and love, I'm so thankful that I had you in my life growing up. Go find love and that adventure you crave so much, and don't you dare name a child after me. I love you big brother, keep smiling and show others that kind, loving spirit I know is in there,
-Lilia



Plαylιѕт
♬Maps
♬Counting Stars
♬Radioactive
♬Pumped Up Kicks
♬Feel So Close

“Kᴇᴇᴘ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ﹐ ᴡɪsᴇ ɢᴜʏ. I·ᴍ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀʟʟᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ·ʀᴇ ʟʏɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴄᴏɴsᴄɪᴏᴜs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ.”

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➥ Part One

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◆ᴩʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ➝ Shae was born in the Southern province of Bankston. She's the first born child of Johnny and Marienne Forster. Due to her circumstances Shae later moved to the province of Paloma with her younger sister Wren. She's always missed her home in Bankston though.
◆ʀᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ ➝ Shae like her family is caste 7. For most of her young adult life she was unemployed and conducted mercenary and theft work under the guidance of a close friend. She's not ashamed of who she is, but in her younger years Shae often longed for more, a better life, more money.
◆ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴩᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ➝ Shae doesn't have an occupation as such, she's dedicated her life to theft and mercenary work. She's employable in these fields but is hoping to find something more stable. For now she has her sights set on a joining the southern rebels and finding a safe place for her sister Wren.
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With soft blue eyes and pale snow skin Shae can easily be mistaken for a fragile delicate creature. However this is not the case, while on the inside she maybe a broken soul, threatening to crumble into pieces - externally this never shows. Shae like her sister possesses a certain ethereal beauty, her hair contrasts greatly with the pallor of her skin and Shae has the rare genetic combination of dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. Set beneath boldly are brows, Shae's eyes are a telling feature, the one thing that will give her away, behind the strength of her expression there is pain in those eyes. She like her sister has full lips, a trait inherited from their late mother and the same delicate facial structure.

Shae has a woman's body now though you couldn't always tell from looking. A slender and wiry girl, lean but thin from years living rough. Shae has always been slim but the past few months have wreaked havoc on her body especially when she's always giving Wren the bigger portions because her sister is still growing. Shae is incredibly pale, porcelain to be exact, her skin unmarked apart from her back. There resides a large burned scar, red and angry but long since healed. It's something she's highly self-conscious about but at the same time she's not ashamed of that sacrifice. Shae tends to wear clothes that cover her, that's not to say they're not tight or provocative she just likes to have her skin covered. Most of her outfits include black jeans, t-shirts and boots. She's not one to draw attention to herself and finds it easy to hide away.
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ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ~ 5"5
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ~ lean and thin
ʜᴀɪʀ ~ dark brown
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ~ blue
ꜰᴀᴄᴇ sʜᴀᴩᴇ ~ round
ᴛᴏɴᴇ ~ pale
ɪᴍᴩᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ~ large burn scar across her back
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In personality Shae is more or less the polar opposite of her sister Wren. She’s strong-willed, never one to give up no matter what hardship she has to face and always ready to take up a challenge. Shae possesses an inner strength that is often forgotten with her somewhat unassuming appearance. She’s incredibly tenacious and would do anything in order to ensure the survival of her and her sister. Shae certainly isn’t afraid to put her life on the line in order to protect those she truly cares about. She’s headstrong but smart, picking her fights where she must and only doing things out of necessity. Shae truly isn’t afraid to push her physical and emotional boundaries always striving to challenge herself, it’s a quality that is some what admirable and she certainly wouldn’t give up without a fight. Her protective nature is something that has been seemingly thrust upon her. Growing up she had very little responsibility for her younger siblings with her parents carrying most of the load. However after the fire and the subsequent deaths of her family Shae had to step up in order to protect Wren. It’s something that has taken a long time for Shae to come accustomed to but now there’s very little that would change the way she acts around Wren. Her sister’s life is more precious to her than anything and Shae would risk her own neck in order to ensure the survival of her baby sister. Wren causes her a lot of worry and a lot of stress but Shae would never be without her and she will always fight Wren’s corner whether right or wrong. Shae has led a pretty tough life and in that time she’s experience more horror and more pain than most people. Many things simply don’t scare her anymore, what is there to be afraid of when you’ve already dealt with the worst pain imaginable. Shae’s been broken, Shae’s been burned and there’s nothing she truly fears apart from the prospect of losing Wren.

While Wren is something of a loud mouth with a tendency to voice her opinions and feelings, Shae very much likes to keep to herself. She rarely voices her troubles and doesn’t tend to talk at all unless the situation calls for it. She’ll always speak up in Wren’s defence and will almost certainly speak for her sister when in a dangerous place. It’s not that Shae doesn’t trust Wren to keep quiet, she just knows that her sister likes to be heard and that doesn’t always go down well with the more unsavoury customers. Beneath the quiet and unassuming exterior Shae can be incredibly feisty she’s always ready to spring into action and will almost certainly stand up for herself if somebody tries to put her down. She takes pride in what she’s achieved and what she’s been able to do for the two siblings over the years and isn’t afraid to snap if somebody really grates on her. The reserved appearance forms part of Shae’s mask, a shield she’s become accustomed to using over the years in order to protect herself and Wren. However if someone pushes her buttons or says something that touches a nerve Shae certainly isn’t afraid to voice her opinions. Wren and Shae have been through a lot in their short lives and they certainly have the scars to prove it. Shae possesses both mental and physical trauma from the hardship she’s faced and both of these have seriously impacted her outlook on life and her general existence. She’s highly self-conscious of the burns that mark her back and while they still cause her occasional physical pain they also cause nightmares to manifest. Shae often finds herself shaken awake by a frantic Wren, her body trembling and coated in sweat. She longs for a day when the darkness will finally retreat and her life will no longer be a daily battle.

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➥ Part Two

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New Years Eve had always been a day for celebration, an evening of festivities and parties to celebrate the new year rolling in. It was December 30th when Johnny and Marienne Forster welcomed their first born child into the world. A beautiful baby girl, already dark of hair like her parents and with eyes the colour of water beneath glaciers. Johnny and Marienne had fallen in love the moment they looked upon those bright blue eyes. Their baby was perfect, if a little small, her features childish and sweet, her tiny hands balled into fists. Her parents had decided on the name Shae long before her birth. Marienne had stumbled across the name whilst reading poetry and Johnny had agreed it would suit their child perfectly. And so Shae began her life. Her first few years were bitter sweet, days spent playing with her parents or watching the birds, were dotted with long hours spent alone and nights where there wasn’t food on the table. As a youngster Shae didn’t truly understand. Caste seven was the lowest there was bar one. Her parents never held steady jobs, they took work where they could wherever it was and whatever it was. Though this meant Shae had to spend much of her time alone.

As Shae grew so did her curiosity and her zest for life. The one thing that the rickety Forster house boasted was a garden, and Shae would spend much of her time racing between the apple trees and searching the bushes for bugs and birds eggs. It wasn’t much to keep a four year old entertained but it was enough. That was the year that Shae’s life began to change. Her mother had been off work for quite some time, exhausted from walking small distances and her belly swollen to huge proportions. Shae had been terrified until her father had sat her down and calmly explained that she would be a big sister. The news filled Shae with excitement, she’d never really had a chance to bond with any other children and the prospect of having a playmate was one that thrilled her. She spent days helping her parents paint the room, though she was more hinderance then help. And gathered small bits and pieces from the garden, painting them to look like dolls and toys that the rich children had. A few weeks later and Mattie was born.

Shae and Mattie bonded instantly, though their personalities were very different. Shae had been a quiet child whilst Mattie screamed constantly and kept them up at night. That didn’t stop Shae from loving him though and she spent nearly all her time next to his crib, talking to him and reading him stories. When Shae started school she’d always come home and tell Mattie about her day, let him know what she learnt and what she’d done during lunchtime. Shae didn’t exactly have a great time at school and not wanting to burden her parents, telling her speechless younger brother was the next best thing. She was a smart girl but didn’t exactly warm to the other students, the girl’s just wanted to play dolls and the boys wouldn’t let her play football so Shae resigned to spending lots of time by herself. She didn’t mind it so much, she got used to being by herself. And coming home to Mattie always made things better.

As Mattie grew he became boisterous and prone to tantrums. Shae hated to admit it but she did begin to grow tiresome of his behaviour. Her parents still worked long hours, swapping shifts so at least one of them could be in the house but it certainly didn’t help with Mattie’s outbursts. Shae helped where she could but with all the attention on Mattie she all but withdrew into herself. She’d spend much of her time in the garden where it was quiet and peaceful, where the sound of birdsong filled the air and only the distant wail of Mattie’s cries could be heard. It was on one of these days that she stumbled across a baby bird with a broken wing. A tiny thing with spindly legs and a pointy little beak. Shae had cradled it in her hands and taken it back to the house where her father had identified it. A wren. That was what the bird was. A sweet little thing that chirruped and chirped every time Shae went near it. Johnny had agreed she could keep it, nurse it back to help. And Shae did just that. It was the first time she’d had any sort of responsibility for anything.

Under her gentle hand the bird became better. She’d return everyday from school with stolen bird food from the feeders on the route home. Shae would sit by her window with the wren on her knee, feeding it from her hand. The wren was soon healed and Shae knew it was time to let it go. It hurt to open the window and watch the little bird fly free but she knew in her heart it was the right thing to do. Shae had sat by the window for much of the evening, watching the sky to see if it would return but the little wren never did. It had taught her a valuable lesson though and Shae felt somewhat rewarded by her efforts, she’d taken the time to care for something other than herself and she’d learnt a lot in the process. She became more tolerant of Mattie after that. He was still a baby after all, having only just learnt to walk and beginning to do things for himself. The two formed a much closer bond and Shae resigned to always care and protect him. They’d spend hours playing in the garden and Shae would point out all the birds and insects, telling him about each and everyone. Little did she know a few years later and she’d be doing it all again.

Shae was seven when her mother once again went off of tea and began craving strange foods from the foreign deli. Her belly swelled and Shae knew this time that she would soon have another sibling. Johnny gave Shae the responsibility of telling Mattie. Her younger brother didn’t take the news well. He had been the centre of attention for a long while now and he wasn’t quiet ready to give up the crown. Shae herself worried about how they’d survived. The family dinners were barely enough to feed the four of them and Johnny usually went hungry so he could feed his pregnant wife and kids. The long hours came back soon after that and Shae began to see the signs of illness in her father. He had always been a slender man but now he was thin and gaunt, the skin stretched tightly over the bones. That was the first time Shae truly went out of her way to steal. She stole food from a local shop. Nothing major, but a loaf of bread and a few cans of beans. Thankfully she wasn’t caught but her parents still scolded her when they found out.

They weren’t thieves Johnny told her, it wasn’t enough to deter Shae though. Instead she resigned to stealing small things, treats and food that she could eat or Mattie could have. It meant there were leftovers on their plates and it meant that Johnny at least got part of a meal. Shae couldn’t help but be worried though and when the doctor came round to the house she was terrified. They’d never been able to afford the doctor before and all coughs and sniffles had been cured with home remedies. It turned out that the doctor owed Johnny a personal favour after he’d retiled the roof on the practice. As Marienne’s third pregnancy had been the most difficult of the three Johnny decided to call the doctor in to help with the birth. Marienne wanted Shae in there with her and as much as the little girl protested she finally gave in when she saw her mother’s face, tired and strained with purple shadows beneath her eyes.

Shae had held her hand through the crying, the screaming and finally the single wail of the newborn baby girl. She’d kept her eyes closed for much of it, but the second Shae heard that noise she’d been filled with curiosity. The doctor had passed her the child, a tiny little thing with big blue eyes just like her own and the same mop of dark hair atop her head. Shae had sat in the chair, one arm wrapped around the child as she stroked her small red cheek with her finger. The baby had reached out to snag her hand in her own. A tiny fist curled around her index finger. ‘Just like my wren bird’ Shae had murmured. Her father had looked at her strangely after that, a pinch between his brows and his expression filled with thought. ‘Wren’ he’d said before turning to Marienne, ‘What do you think sweetheart?” Shae’s mother was still drowsy but she gave a clearly perceptible nod. And so Wren it was. The sweet baby was passed from Father to Mother and even young Mattie came in to coo over the tiny child. The Forster family was now complete.

Shae adjusted well to sharing her room with Wren. The little baby, like Mattie, was noisy and in constant need of attention, but Shae didn’t mind so much. She’d always get up and hush the baby back to sleep or see to her needs. Shae became well adapted to Wren, anytime the little girl cried Shae could always bring a smile to her face. She hated having to go to school, having to spend long hours away from home but in time she came to accept it. Shae fell in with a close group of friends, boys and girls from the village, some rich and some poor, but all wild and in search of adventure. They’d sit in the Forster garden whilst little Wren tottered from lap to lap, the girls cooing over her and the boys calling her their princess. In time however things began to change. The family had very little money and the food situation became invariably worse. Shae’s parent barely had enough to feed themselves let alone their children and Shae knew she would have to do something.

She left school at sixteen, taking a job shifting boxes on the docks. It was hard work but the pay was regular. Shae sacrificed time she had once spent at home in order to bring more money into the family. She’d return to the house exhausted, caked in dust, with blisters on her hands. Wren helped to patch her up. It became a ritual of theirs, late nights spent cleaning cuts and talking about their day. Shae wasn’t the only one to sustain injuries though and she saw through Wren’s lies. The youngster often came home with scrapes and bruises and though Mariene would scold her she never pressed for answers. Shae was the opposite, she pressed until Wren had no choice but to tell her. She made Wren promise to come to her anytime someone laid a hand on her, Shae didn’t like the idea of her little sister being pushed around and she’d do anything she could to stop it. But Shae wasn’t always there and soon her work began to take a different angle.

It turned out her job on the docks was a cover for smuggling. Her boss had been caught out by a group of mercenaries who had demanded a large sum of money in recompense. He didn’t have the money and thus he’d offered them Shae instead, a hard worker, female but strong and with a good attitude. Shae hated the idea of falling in with a criminals but her options were limited and the money was even better. The mercenaries were kind to her, accepting her as one of their own. She was trained in hand to hand and armed combat, taught to fire a weapon and shown the ropes of their work. They were soldiers for hire and Shae just like the others was used as hired muscle. She never had to kill but that didn’t stop her from returning home with bruises and split knuckles. Very soon the questions from her family became too much and Shae rarely came home at all. She’d simply leave envelopes of money in the family mailbox, her initial marking the corner of the page. Shae would learn to regret her absence though, learn to blame herself for everything that happened.

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➥ Part Three

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Shae collapsed back against the bed, panting heavily, her lungs rising and falling with each shaking breath. As her heart slowed Shae breathed a steady sigh, raising a hand to rest against her temple. Her eyes were closed, her mind replaying everything that had just happened. Jonah’s lips at her throat, his warm breath against her cheek, his hand between her thighs…..Jonah’s fingers drew lazy circles over her navel and Shae smiled, propping herself up on her elbows so she could look at him. “You’re very distracting,” she murmured, pushing her wayward hair off her face.

Jonah raised an eyebrow at her, “Oh really?” he breathed, tracing soft kisses across her bare stomach, his teeth grazing her hip bone. Shae gave a soft sigh, laying back against the pillows.

“Mhmm,” she mumbled, reaching to wind her fingers into his blonde hair. Her eyes followed the movement of his body, the golden complexion and taut muscle that rippled as he moved against the sheets. Jonah's strong hands were rough and warm, cradling her gently as he leaned over to kiss her chastely on the lips.

“And I didn’t hurt you?”

Shae shook her head, though she was well aware of the tenderness between her legs. Jonah’s thumb, followed the line of her cheek bone, carefully brushing over her flushed skin.

“Good,” Jonah’s lips quirked as he looked into her eyes. “You look so beautiful right now.”

Shae rolled her eyes as Jonah slumped onto the bed beside her, stretching so that the muscles of his stomach were clearly defined. The smile was still yet to leave Shae’s lips as she sat up and pulled the sheet around her. She sighed blissfully and looked to the window that opposed the bed. Outside the sky was dark, the moon covered by a thick layer of cloud.

In the distance a strange orange glow was visible, moving as if it were alive.

“What the-“

Shae got up and moved closer to the window, peering through the murky glass. She could see most of the village from here, her old school, the library and her home- her house. The Forster house, it was on fire! The small thatch building, smothered in flames and with a great plume of smoke rising into the sky. Shae could clearly make it out now, the tiny house engulfed in orange light.

Panic flared inside her and Shae scrambled to get her clothes on, grabbing her things and all but racing to the door. Jonah was bewildered, sitting upright on the bed. His hair still awry and the sheet wrapped around his middle. Shae didn’t say a word to him as she wrenched open the door, still pulling her sweater over her head as she clattered down the stairs and into the night.

Outside the air was cool but the smell of smoke was heavy in the air. Shae ran as fast as she could, until her legs ached, her lungs burned and her heart felt like it was about to explode. When she got there the house was already high with roaring flames, great orange fire licking it’s way up the side of the building. A small crowd had already amassed but it wasn’t enough to stop Shae. She cleared the wall in a bound, sprinting up the path and tearing at the front door. Wooden slats had been nailed over the frame and as hard as Shae pulled and as much as her hands bled she couldn’t get them free. She raced around the back of the house instead, already choking from the fumes and filled with the sickening dread that she was already too late.

The backdoor was much the same, nailed shut by some barbaric monster. Shae had no choice but to go in through the basement. She’d smashed the window with her elbow, not caring as the pain jarred her arm, barely noticing as glass cut and tore at her skin. The basement was pitch black, filled with heavy dark smoke. It burned Shae’s lungs and eyes, clawed at her inside and made her retch. But Shae knew if she didn’t try she’d regret it forever. Shae didn’t know whether it was luck or divine intervention that her little sister had made her way into the basement, her tiny Wren-bird curled up in the corner like a sleeping mouse. With her body screaming for fresh air Shae had gathered the youngster up in her arms.

Crack! A few feet behind Shae the ceiling collapsed, a great pile of wood and fire falling into the basement. The exit through the window was blocked now. Shae would have to brave the floor above. “I love you Wren,” she’d murmured, wrapping the girl more securely in the blanket and taking a slow strained breath. A breath Shae had thought would be her last. (hide spoiler)]



The fire devastated the lives of Wren and Shae, tore their family apart. It was a miracle that Wren had made it to the basement and even more so that Shae had been able to get the youngster out alive. It wasn’t without sacrifice though. Their parents and Mattie had succumbed to the flames, Shae herself had been badly burnt and it was unlikely her body would ever completely recover from the damage. The two girls spent the best part of a month in the hospital before Child Protection Services came to deliver the crushing news. Wren would have to go into care. Shae with her injuries was deemed insufficient at looking after the young girl and with her current condition it would be a while before Shae could even find work to support them. Shae had screamed and fought, punching an official and tearing her stitches. It had taken the threat of sedation to calm her down and she’d finally, reluctantly, agreed to their terms. They would take Wren for now. But Shae had promised her sister she’d be back for her, that they’d live together just the two of them. And Shae wasn’t one to break promises.

The second she got out of hospital Shae fell back into her work again. She took on extra roles, putting herself forward for the jobs that absolutely nobody wanted to do. In time she earned enough money to rent a flat in the neighbouring province of Paloma. A new place, a blank canvas and completely fresh start. She stole Wren away from the home not long after that. The two settled comfortably into the flat, it was a small, pokey little place but even with the two rooms Shae preferred that Wren slept in with her. She never really got over what she’d done. The fact that she hadn’t been there when the fire had started. That she hadn’t been able to save them. Those were thoughts that kept her up at night, thoughts that turned to nightmares. Shae would wake up screaming, sweating and shaking, nothing Wren could say would make things better. Even time could not heal wounds that deep.

Their new life suited the girl’s well though. Shae was overly protective but her little sister didn’t mind so much. Shae insisted on teaching Wren to fight, giving her a means to protect herself when Shae wasn’t there. Together the girls made quite a team. Shae found a new group of mercenaries, continuing her work as a soldier for hire. The work was regular and though the pay was less than that of Bankston it helped to keep the bad memories at bay. With the supplementing of Wren’s pickpocketing the two girls were able to afford at least two decent meals a day and for once the future looked bright for them. But fate had not yet finished it turn of bad luck for the Forster sisters.

It was an evening towards the end of August. Shae had worked late, acting as a body guard for a local diamond trader. Having returned the man to his home Shae began the treacherous journey back across the town. She always hated working so late, having to worm her way through drunken louts and hollow eyed prostitutes to get back to their tiny flat. Shae had been two blocks away when a drunken man had cornered her in an alley, pushed her up against the wall and tried to force himself upon her. Shae reacted instinctively, shoved him backwards, lunged at him and then punched him until he stopped moving. She didn’t truly realise the gravity of what she’d done until she saw the pool of blood that had amassed around him. Shae ran the rest of the way home in a panic, not saying a word to Wren as she stormed into the apartment caked in blood and sweat, with tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Shae hadn’t cried since the fire and she did not intend to change that now. She told Wren to pack a bag, her sister asked questions of course but didn’t press them. Shae’s face was enough to keep her quiet. The two packed up what little they had and stole the neighbours truck. They’ve been on the run since then, Shae thinks the southern rebels could be their saviour, then again, she could be very, very wrong.

━ ❝ ʙᴜᴛ yᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴀᴩᴀʀᴛ ━━━━━ ━━━ ━ ━━━━

━━━ ━━━ ━━━ ━━━━ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀɴ ᴇʟᴀꜱᴛɪᴄ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ❞ ━
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♔ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ - Johnny Forster
➝ status: deceased
➝ love: ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◇
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♕ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ - Marienne Forster
➝ status: deceased
➝ love: ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◇
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♗ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ - Mattie Forster
➝ status: deceased
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♗ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ - Wren Forster
➝ status: alive
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◆ɪᴍᴩᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢs
➝ Her mother’s ring
➝ A single feather
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━ ❝ yᴇᴀʜ, ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀɴ ᴇʟᴀꜱᴛɪᴄ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ━ ━━━ ━━━ ━━ ━ ━━━

━━━ ━━━ ━━━ ━ ━ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱᴛᴀy ᴜᴩ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ❞ ━

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Approved btw!

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➥ Part One

━ ❝ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴡ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴜɴɢʟᴇ ━━━ ━━━ ━ ━━ ━━ ━


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◖|| female || 23 years old || august 5th || leo || bisexual || single ||◗
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◆ᴩʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ➝ Trinity was born in Moscow, Russia to a whore and a businessman from Illea. She later moved to the province of Dominca though sh has largely remained a rogue and lone traveller since then. Trinity would not say that she truly hails from anywhere in particular.
◆ʀᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ ➝ Trinity largely doesn't believe in the caste system, her father was a caste 3 but since becoming a free agent and denouncing her class she doesn't believe she has one. Trinity thinks the system is pointless anyway.
◆ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴩᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ➝ A highly trained assassin Trinity makes her money as a contract killer, soldier for hire and general thug. She's very skilled and will take on any job. Trinity has a close affiliation with the southern rebels though she largely works for herself or for clients that are willing to pay.
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━ ❝ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʟꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴀʟʟ ᴋᴇᴇᴩ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀy ᴩʀᴏꜱᴩᴇʀ ━━ ━━ ━ ━━
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━━━ ━━━ ━━ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʟꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴀʟʟ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ɪᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ᴅɪᴇ ❞ ━
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Trinity possesses a very dramatic look, she's very unique in appearance with naturally black hair and bright green eyes like a cats. There's something especially feline about her, from her natural poise to the predatory grace that accompanies her every step. Trinity's eyes are her most disarming feature, that and they'll be the last thing you ever see if she chooses you for a target. It's fair to say that Trinity can certainly captivate the attention of those around her, in fact her appearance demands it. With an enigmatic presence and a certain draw of mystery Trinity can easily get close to anyone she finds particular interest in.

In body she's slim but not skinny, her body is curvy and she knows exactly how to dress to get peoples attention. With long legs and a small waist Trinity considers herself proportionally perfect. Her skin is pale as ice and certain comparisons have been drawn to creatures of the night. Trinity doesn't aim to look that way but it helps to fit her personality and killer persona. It's clear from the way she walks and acts around others that she's proud of her appearance. There's a certain deadly aura to her, people who don't know her are often wary of her though they cannot quite tell why.

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Trinity is a big fan of leather and lace, of showing off flesh and of wearing clothes that are vastly inappropriate. Everything Trinity owns has a certain sex appeal to it, be it too tight vest tops or figure hugging jeans. She wears a lot of black clothes and considers it to be her favourite colour. You won't often see Trinity out of her jeans and tank tops unless she's out on a stealth mission in which case it will be traded for a more practical body suit.



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Trinity is highly skilled in the use of many different weapons. This includes firearms, knives and swords as well as projectile weapons such as crossbows or tomahawks. Basically if anything has the capacity to be use as a weapon Trinity will use it or learn how to use it...a few of her favourites are listed below:



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ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ~ 5"6
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ~ lean and slender
ʜᴀɪʀ ~ long sleek black
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ~ green
ꜰᴀᴄᴇ sʜᴀᴩᴇ ~ slim
ᴛᴏɴᴇ ~ pale
ɪᴍᴩᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ~ scar across her ribs
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━ ❝ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴩᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢɪʀᴅʟᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴇ-ᴛʀᴜɴᴋ ━━ ━━ ━ ━━

━━━ ━━━ ━ ━━━━ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴡ ʀᴜɴɴᴇᴛʜ ꜰᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ❞ ━
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☾qᴜɪᴄᴋ-ᴡɪᴛᴛᴇᴅ || ꜰᴇɪꜱᴛy || ᴛᴏᴜɢʜ || ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇɪᴩʜᴛᴇᴅ || ʀᴇʙᴇʟʟɪᴏᴜꜱ || ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ☽

The first thing people notice about Trinity is her sharp tongue and her ability to come up with a quick retort for any conversation. While she lis also highly intelligent and very perceptive she also possess a certain quick-wit and shrewd sense of humour. Anyone who crosses her or dares breathe an insult in her direction will find themselves faced with at the list their pride a little hurt and at the worst their throat cut. Trinity is a highly skilled warrior and would not hesitate to kill anyone if the pay check was high enough. She only has herself to look out for so isn't afraid to throw herself into situations that could get her killed, after all there's no one who would be sad about her dying. Accompanying her feisty nature is a natural sass and flirty charm that Trinity pulls off with ease, she’s very manipulative and knows exactly what to say in order to get exactly what she wants.

Trinity is a very strong, self-assured female. She’s tough and knows how to look out for herself, never needing help from anyone and chastising those that attempt to help her out. Trinity is both physically and mentally strong, years of training and preparation only helping to enhance her natural strength and prowess. She likes to keep up the tough girl exterior and feels it acts as a good shield to her inner most person. Deep down there is a certain sweet side to her but it is seldom seen by anyone. Trinity is highly self-assured and it would be possible to go as far to say that she was arrogant. Trinity knows what she’s good at and she’s not afraid to let other people know about it. She’s confident and very aware of her own attractiveness, hence her ability to manipulate people to get things in her favour. Finally Trinity is a bit of a trouble-maker, not exactly the obedient, respectful type you’d expect to see in such a delicate career and yet here she is. Trinity doesn’t always do what she’s told, in fact she makes it her mission to often stray from as far away from the rules as possible hence why she tends to work alone. She doesn’t always mean it, but that’s just Trinity, she likes the thrill of misbehaving.

━ ❝ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴩᴀᴄᴋ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʟꜰ ━━━ ━━ ━━━━

━━━ ━━━ ━━━ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʟꜰ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴩᴀᴄᴋ ❞ ━

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➥ Part Two

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It's been said before that orphans make the best spies, the best killers and the best assassins. No ties to anyone, no one who can be used as blackmail and nobody to draw them away from their goals. Trinity wasn't brought into the world as an orphan. She was once loved by her mother and surrounded by a family who cared about her. That all changed when her father reentered their lives. Trinity was born to Ivana Marsden, a whore who worked on the streets of Moscow. Ivana had never been proud of her work but she hadn’t been ashamed of it either. She did what she did to get by, even if it put her life in danger. Charles Austin a businessman from Illea was the perfect client, he was sweet, gentle and he paid exceptionally well. But their brief meeting in a pleasant Moscow hotel was all it took. A few weeks later and Ivana found out she was pregnant. She’d only seen one client - an older sterile gentleman- in the time between meeting Charles and so she knew it must be the Illean man.

Trinity was born nine months later on a stifling day in August. The baby was beautiful, with a shock of inky black hair and the brightest eyes that Ivana had ever seen. She fell in love with her daughter instantly. It was something she had never expected to feel. Ivana had resented the pregnancy first, considered terminating it before her friends had talked her out of it. With Trinity in her life Ivana cleaned up her act, took a job as a secretary and never looked back on her old life. That was until Charles tracked her down. He had a wife at home in Illea and with his business doing well Charles couldn’t risk a scandal. He bludgeoned Ivana to death, leaving a crying Trinity in her crib. The police weren’t called until two days later by which point Trinity was starving and traumatised by the events that had taken place.

She was taken into care, placed in an orphanage with many other misfits. As a baby Trinity received a lot of attention from the staff as well as couples looking to adopt. One day however she disappeared. The staff at the orphanage never knew what happened, only that she was gone and she was never seen again. Trinity was stolen away by a close friend of Ivana’s, an ex-lover named Sasha with a career in the military and experience in dealing death. He intended to train the child, to turn her into a killing machine. Trinity wasn’t alone, she was joined by Sasha’s own son Alexei, a talented youngster with a few years on her.

As soon as the young girl could walk Sasha began her training, working on simple things to help build muscle strength and balance. Trinity and Alexei were home schooled, taught several languages as well as extra curricular subjects. They competed against each other and as Trinity grew as did her competence. By the time she was ten years old she could equal Alexei in hand to hand combat and shoot much better than he could. The two were killing machines, engineered to do exactly what Sasha had planned for them. Trinity loved every moment of her training, though she never understood the need for it. That was until Sasha sat her down and explained what had happened to her mother. He told her about the man her father was and suddenly it all became clear to Trinity.

At sixteen years old she travelled to Illea, her name was different, she went under Marsden a name she’d pulled from a magazine. It suited her and Trinity preferred it to her own last name. She tracked down her father, watched him for several days before finally killing him. Trinity was flawless, her method untraceable and her delivery perfect. There had been some recognition in Charles’ eyes though and that had perturbed her. She returned to Moscow hoping that Sasha would give her the answers she needed, but she was wrong. Trinity couldn’t be sure of what had happened while she had been gone but she went home to find Sasha dead and Alexei gone. Confused, angry and alone Trinity remained in Moscow for the next year, searching for Alexei and taking contracts where she could. She never found her adopted brother, though she saw articles in the paper showing the work of an expert killer.

Unable to find him Trinity returned to the only other place she could call home. She went back to Illea, settling in Dominca where there was many opportunities for her to carry out the work she loved. Two years she spent in the province, fulfilling contracts or working as hired muscle. She flitted between the rebel groups but prefers herself as a lone wolf. She’s been roaming since then, working alone and continuing her search for Alexei, Trinity is still yet to find him though. And if he’s not dead by now, he soon will be.

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━ ❝ ᴡᴀsʜ ᴅᴀɪʟʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɴᴏꜱᴇ-ᴛɪᴩ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀɪʟ-ᴛɪᴩ ━━━━ ━━ ━ ━━━━

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♔ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ - Charles Austin
➝ status: deceased
➝ love: ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇
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♔ ᴀᴅᴏᴩᴛᴇᴅ- ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ - Sasha Kosvalov
➝ status: deceased
➝ love: ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◇
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♕ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ - Ivana Chekoz
➝ status: deceased
➝ love: ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◇
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♗ ᴀᴅᴏᴩᴛᴇᴅ-ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ Alexei Kosvalov
➝ status: alive
➝ love: ◆ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇
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◆ɪᴍᴩᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢs
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➝ Trophies from her kills
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━ ❝ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪs ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ━━━━ ━━ ━ ━━━

━━━ ━━━ ━━ ━ ━━ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ɪs ꜰᴏʀ sʟᴇᴇᴩ ❞ ━

[Leena]

Approved!

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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 Ⅰ



“I·ᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ғᴇʟᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ﹐ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ.“

∘ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ∘ Faye Peterson
∘ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ∘ The name Faye is a French baby name. In French the meaning of the name Faye is: Fairy.

“I ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ɪs﹐ ʙᴜᴛ I ᴄᴀɴ·ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.”



∘ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ∘ Lesya Kaf


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Faye is a fairly short girl for her age, but she doesn't really mind her smaller height. Her skin is an olive tone, tanned and glowing no matter the season. She has a lean and skinny body, with smaller proportions than those of the tall, Amazon looking girls around her.
Faye's eyes are the perfect almond shape. Her irises are bright blue, and stand out nicely against her darker skin, even though she wears barely any makeup.
Faye has been growing her hair since she was just a little girl, she's never been a fan of cutting it or adjusting its length for any reason. Some girls felt rebellious when they cut their hair, Faye just felt said, like she'd just butchered a friend.

∘ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ∘ 5'4
∘ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ∘ 122 lbs
∘ sᴛʏʟᴇ ∘ Faye's father has a great influence on what she wears, since he doesn't want her to be in anything that could be seen as racy or tempting. She wears a lot of sundresses made of light cotton, and if she needs a jacket, her favorite old denim one will suffice.

“Tʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴇssᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. Bᴜᴛ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ·s ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ɪᴛ sᴏ ʀɪɢʜᴛ.”



∘ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ∘ Female
∘ ᴀɢᴇ ∘ 17
∘ sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ∘ Heterosexual

∘ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ∘ May 6th
∘ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ∘ 2:10 PM
∘ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ∘ Angeles Hospital

“I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.”



»ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴛʀɪᴀᴛs«
⑅ Sweet
⑅ Talented
⑅ Whimsical
⑅ Sheltered

Faye is a bright young woman. She's had a happy life and has stayed happy and generally perky through her 17 years. Faye's known generally as a sweet girl who's very sociable. She isn't exactly the quiet one, but she's not outgoing, either. She picks and choses her times to speak, talking to people that are intriguing to her, the people that have ghosts behind their eyes and hearts that beat for something, passionate people. Faye has always been passionate herself; about novels and her violin and her gardens. She's gone to the library, giggling all the way with her friends, every single day, and checked out at least one romance novel. She loves their stories, and wishes to have one of her own; a fairytale of sorts. And her gardens, she keeps them behind the cottage she shares with her father. But more than novels or gardens, Faye loves her violin. She plays it constantly, and truly feels that the music pumps through her veins and keeps her going. It understands her, and she understands it, too.

»ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs«
⑅ Music
⑅ Her violin
⑅ Novels
⑅ Love
⑅ Being accepted

»ᴀᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴs«
⑅ Obnoxious people
⑅ Loud Music
⑅ Nasty names
⑅ Being Sheltered

»ᴀᴘᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇs«
⑅ Playing violin
⑅ Comforting others

»ᴅᴇғɪᴄɪᴇɴᴄɪᴇs«
⑅ Lying (she's terrible at it)
⑅ Sappy movies
⑅ Fluffy animals

»ϙᴜɪʀᴋs«
⑅ Faye tends to twirl her hair far too often, and is usually found humming a piece she usually plays on her violin.

»ᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀs ﹠ ғᴇᴀʀs«
⑅ Fears never finding love
⑅ Gaining weight



“Nᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇs﹐ I ᴡᴏɴ·ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ᴜs ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ.”

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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




“I ᴄᴀɴ·ᴛ ʜɪᴅᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ﹐ I ʀᴇғᴜsᴇ ᴛᴏ. I·ʟʟ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ɪᴛ﹐ I·ʟʟ ʏᴇʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ.”

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ

Take one boy. Make him, say, twenty years old. Make sure that he's a guard, newly drafted into the force that protects Illea's Royal family. And then add in a girl. She can be as young as you want, but for our story, she'll be sixteen. Now make her be a nurses apprentice, only a year away from being a true nurse herself. Name him Carter. Name her Astrid. Now you have the start to our story. As we know, Carter was a new guard, not too sure of himself yet, but he had some idea of how his job was to work. Watch, protect, be the bravest one in the room. He was extremely good at it, and though his nature was to be gruff, there was one girl that could soften him in just seconds, just by smiling his way. Astrid, the young nurse that was four years younger than him. He saw her often when he injured himself while dueling or protecting someone from something; Astrid would always be the one to patch him up and smile at him; giggle while she smeared antibiotic onto his scrapes and get a blush in her cheeks whenever he would compliment her, or flirt with her. He found her to be adorable, and he continued to flirt with her more and more. Sometimes he would even make up reasons to go to the infirmary just to catch the sight of her. It was very much a sweet tale, the nurse and the guard, and as soon as Carter asked Astrid to go steady with him, she readily accepted. It was very smooth sailing for a long time. The two went on dates and had picnics together and made an exceptional couple, they looked perfect together, both with blue eyes and handsome smiles. Everyone thought they would be the perfect couple forever, but nothing can last forever, especially not perfection. Their relationship, while it seemed like a fairytale love story, moved far too fast, and after just months of courting, Astrid found out that she was pregnant, at just sixteen years old. Carter did the respectable thing and proposed to her, since he had already decided that he loved the girl, and wouldn't mind spending the rest of his life with her as his wife. Astrid accepted the proposal, but not out of love. She didn't think she had any other choice, and while she was a kind girl, she didn't love Carter, but marriage was necessary. Their wedding was within the next two months, just to make sure that no one suspected that Astrid was pregnant before their marriage. The young couple moved into one of the small cottages on the palace grounds and became very comfortable there. Carter loved his life, and spent the next nine months decorating a nursery with every shade of pink that he could find. He was to have a daughter, a little baby girl that would be his to take care of, to protect, and to teach about the world. Astrid was much more passive about planning for the baby, though, and only cared about naming her, she didn't understand why Carter was so excited for this baby that was an absolute accident. She worked for as long as she could, until the head doctor truly forced her to go onto maternity leave. She was bored immediately, wanting to work or do something, but Carter just made sure she stayed off of her feet and wasn't stressed; little did he know his young wife was already miserable. Se thought she was too young, and that all of it was too soon. And she was right on some cases, but she blamed Carter for something that they'd created together, so it wasn't exactly fair.

Astrid's baby was born just seven months after their marriage, and thankfully, the baby girl was small, since the plan was to tell everyone that she was born earlier than Astrid's due date. Named Faye, the baby girl was small and quiet upon her arrival into the world. She didn't fuss or whine about much, she only threw fits of crying and sobbing when she really needed something. Faye always seemed to be smiling, even when she was a baby. Her bright blue eyes were constantly watching people and learning things, like how her mother would look at her with a certain sadness in her eyes; like there was something she was about to regret, but she couldn't say what it was. And how her father would carry her all around the house at night, humming little songs to her until she fell into an easy sleep at the sound of his heartbeat. Faye was a daddy's girl from the very beginning, always preferring for her father to hold her rather than her mother. Astrid never minded, though, she quite liked passing the "gross" baby off to her husband, just watching him take care of the little thing instead of actually having to do t herself. She wasn't cut out to be a mother, and that was the truth. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize that Astrid wasn't happy, but Carter was in an ignorant bliss. He had everything that he wanted; a beautiful baby girl with tanned skin and pretty eyes, with a smile always on her tiny face, and a gorgeous wife that made him the envy of all of his co-workers. That's why he didn't see it coming in the least. One day, when Faye was just a year old, she had started to eat baby food rather than just drink milk. She had a special love for sweet potatoes, and they had run out of them for her dinner. Astrid offered to go to the store and pick some up for their daughter, and Carter agreed, thinking that he could calm their little girl down while she was out, make sure she was ready to eat when she returned. Astrid had a sum of money in her purse that day, as well as a train ticket that would ale her to the province of Belcourt, where no one would know her, and she could start over. She never came back with the sweet potatoes. The next Carter heard from her was a month later, when she sent him papers in the mail, asking him to sign on the dotted line so they could be legally divorced.

Carter had a hard time after Astrid left. He had to take more time off, and work more days than nights. He left Faye with one of his friends wives, but he was always with his daughter whenever he could. His free time was devoted only to Faye, he took her wherever he could. When he went out to the market to get groceries, he would carry Faye with him. After he worked long night shifts, he'd lay down on the couch and wrap little Faye up in his arms, letting her read little books to him while he tried to rest his eyes. Even if he was exhausted, he always had time for his little girl. Faye was the light of his life, the Apple of his eye, and Faye was the ultimate daddy's girl. She would rather be with her daddy than anyone her age; she swore that he was her best friend. While he was working, she was always wandering the castle. She would watch the cooks make delicious goodies, always sneaking sweets off the counters while Chef Chris clucked his at her and let it slide. She was the sweet little thing of the castle, jut behind the royal children in the category of being loved. Her favorite thing to do with her days was going to the music room of the palace. She would sit outside of the door for hours, just listening to the sounds of the instruments. One day she even dated to go inside the music room, and ran into a maid who was practicing on the violin during her break. At first, Faye thought she was king to get in trouble for running into the maid, but it was the exact opposite that happened. The maid offered to teach her, and Faye readily accepted. She was just a kid, but the sound of the violin was so pretty that she just had to give it a try. And at first, she was absolutely terrible at it. Not just bad, but awful. Every time she would take the bow to the strings, she would envoys a disgusting screeching noise, and the maid would wince whenever the sound filled the air. But Faye really wanted to be better, and she would blab about the violin to her father every night at dinner. He loved the fact that she was passionate about something, and as Faye practiced, she became more and more talented at the violin. Practice made perfect for her, and soon she was learning how to read music and make beautiful noises with the instrument. For her tenth birthday, Carter bought her a brand new violin and a music book, so she could explore her passion even more. And after that day, Faye spent much more time inside of her room. She would practice on her violin for hours, until she felt perfect about what she was playing. After time went on, Faye actually did become very gifted with her violin. The music would flow from her, it felt like it was coming from within her veins, and she loved to play her instrument more than anything.

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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 ⅡI




“Bᴜᴛ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ I ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ. Sᴏ I·ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ ғᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ.”

As Fate grew up, though, she needed more than just her violin. She made friends with some of the other guards daughters, two of them, really; Maddison and Katie. They were thick as thieves and would always wander the palace and the grounds together and share secrets. Giggling was second nature, they were already running around and watching the guards and commenting on how cute they are, on a scale of one to ten. They were just being girls, young and silly. Faye always had dreams of falling in love. She wasn't as interested as Katie and Maddison in how cute a boy was. See, Faye was a reader. She didn't read adventure books or books about magic and wizards; she read books about true love. Romance, where the two were so perfect for each other that nothing could tear them apart. She loved those stories, and always wished to have her own. She wanted to be swept off her feet, to fall In love so fully and completely that there was nothing she could do but keep feeling that love. She wanted to be consumed by it like the characters in her novels, wanted to know what it felt like to have someone want her and only her. But her father wasn't interested in that. He still saw Faye as his little girl, and even as she grew into her mid teens, he didn't want to see her anywhere near men. He made sure to threaten anyone that showed the slightest bit of interest in his little girl, but Faye didn't know that he was doing so. She just thought that she was undesirable, for some reason. She didn't know why the boys around her didn't like her, but they confused her beyond belief. One second they would be flirting with her, asking her if it hurt when she fell from heaven; all the good cheesy stuff. But the next day, it would be over, and Faye didn't know why. But she did know that Maddison and Katie both had boyfriends on and off, something that she wanted terribly. And she knew that Maddison and Katie were much smaller than her in size. They weighed less, and from where Faye was standing, that was one of the only differences between herself and them. So she decided to do something about it. She stared with dieting; eating smaller portions at meals and skipping any snacks that she would usually eat. But it wasn't working well, because people noticed when she didn't eat as much. Her father asked if she was feeling sick, her friends wondered why she wasn't eating her eclairs every morning at breakfast. Everyone could tell that something was off. But the more that she dieted, the more Faye felt horribly fat. She noticed that her stomach wasn't fully flat, and that if she sat down, her thighs would squish against the seat of her chair and blow up like awful balloons. She hated it, and she knew that something had to be done. Because no one was ever going to love a fat pig of a girl, but the dieting wasn't working, skipping meals and things was too obvious. She was sixteenth the first time she threw up. It was a fit of desperation, when she'd felt like there was no hope of getting any thinner, like she was stuck in her fat body forever. She had gone out for pizza with Maddison and Katie, and when she got home that night, it was a guilt that overwhelmed her, like she'd just stuffed herself so terribly. Faye had heard about girls that threw up to lose weight, and in that moment, that's what she did. It felt horrible the first time, but it was also the first time that was the hardest. Faye continued to for though the cycle; eat, guilt, vomit. And the easiest part was that no one noticed.

But then there was Quentin. The first time Faye saw him, he was making rounds through the palace with her father. His hair was dark and his skin a handsome tanned color. He was a quiet man, but when he did speak up, he was goofy, and Faye fell head over heels for him the first time she saw him smile. Her father invited him over for dinner one night, since he thought the young man was a good soldier. Faye had made nice steaks for dinner, and Quentin sat straight across from her. Whenever he spoke to her, she couldn't help but feel a blush rise in her cheeks; he was just adorable, and he was noticing her. She would never expect something like that, and since it was really happening, Faye would sometimes "accidentally" knock her leg into his under the table, or her hand would brush against his when she passed the vegetables to him. It was just little things, and Faye barely had the confidence to talk to him unless he spoke first, but she was definitely smitten. She told Maddison and Katie about Quentin, and they encouraged her to talk to him, to flirt more openly, but Faye couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead she made sure to smile especially wide when she walked past him, and wear the cutest outfits when he would come home for dinner. She laughed at every joke he made, just to get him to look at her, and even "tripped" into his arms one time, but that was only when Maddison pushed her into him. But Faye knew it was a hopeless case; she want good enough for a man like Quentin. She was the fat girl, the girl that threw up after she ate a full meal, the girl that barely lived outside of her violin and her novels. She want good enough for Quentin, and that's what hurt the most.

“Tʜɪs ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ I. Hɪs ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴ ᴄᴀɴ·ᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ.”



ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛɪᴇs
≄ Carter Peterson, Father, Alive

≄ Astrid Peterson, Mother, Unknown


ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏsᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴs
≄ The guards daughters, Katie and Maddison


ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs
≄ Quentin Smith, Crush


ᴍᴜsɪᴄᴀʟ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
Heart Like Yours
You Belong With Me
Come To Me
Love Story
Kiss You



“I·ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ sᴜʀᴇ ɪғ I ғᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. I ᴛʜɪɴᴋ I ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴊᴜᴍᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ﹐ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ·ᴛ ᴀɴ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ.”

[Leena]

poor baby :c Approved, but I just wanna hug her, and kick her mama's ass

[ᵉˡˡᵃ]

Oh Leena pls do!! Quentin can take care of the hugging tho c; <333

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➥ Part One

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ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ⇢ 6"0
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ⇢ lean and muscular
ʜᴀɪʀ ⇢ sandy blonde, worn long
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ⇢ blue blue
ғᴀᴄᴇ sʜᴀᴩᴇ ⇢ chiselled
ᴛᴏɴᴇ ⇢ olive skin
ɪᴍᴩᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ⇢ scars

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ↴
Jackson is a particularly laid back person, someone who is easy to get along with and simultaneously fun to be around. He avoids confrontation where possible and doesn't tend to suffer from any majorly emotional discontent. In spite of a past that includes heartbreak and betrayal Jackson maintains a seemingly happy outlook and is rarely seen without a smile on his face. He has a strong and assertive approach to his work as well as in raising his son Alex The two share a strong bond and Jackson's parenting style enables his son to have his own freedom and space when he needs it. Outwardly it would seem as if Jackson was one of the happiest people around. While this is true there are times that he feels particularly bitter about what happened with his ex-wife and though he doesn't like to dwell on this, those dark thoughts do sometimes make an appearance.

He's certainly not the type to mope though and Jackson will throw himself into his work instead of focusing on his own grievances. He's an incredibly dedicated worker, a man who is essentially married to his job. Jackson loves nothing more than spending long hours checking over the royal animals or taking the dogs and horses out for exercise. He's happiest when outdoors and even more so when surrounded by the things he loves. Jackson has made himself something of a vow to push away all the bad things in his life, namely his past and any association with Kara. Since then his outlook and general well being has improved greatly and his old demons no longer bother him. In all Jackson is very pleasant to be around and happy to help out anyone or anything that needs it.

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Mɪsᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜs ↴
ʟɪᴋᴇs ⇢ animals / people / being with alex / sunshine / the outdoors
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs⇢ cruelty / cheaters / feeling low / arguments / red peppers
sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs ⇢ helping animals / parenting / problem solving / fixing things
ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs ⇢ his ex-wife / crying children / pretty girls / red dresses
ғᴇᴀʀs⇢ losing alex / failing / being alone
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Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ↴
Jackson was born in the province of Angeles, the first born son of a wealthy horse breeder and his veterinarian wife. It was clear from a young age that Jackson possessed the same affinity with animals as his mother. His childhood was spent out on the family ranch, riding horses and helping with their upkeep. There was barely a time when the young boy was away from nature. If he wasn't out with his horse, he'd be walking the family dogs by the streams or helping his mother out at the practice. Jackson has a seemingly perfect childhood, at the age of eight he became an older brother to Layla. A beautiful blonde baby girl with the same zest for life but a frightful allergy to horses. The two siblings were close but they could never share in the things that Jackson loved. He instead spent much of his time with a group of friends from school, other caste 3 children who revelled in the same activities, horse riding, swimming in the streams and running wild in the forests.

Jackson had both a happy home life and a pleasant social one. He formed a close group of friends, all roughly the same age and he barely spent any time at home during the summer months. At school he exceeded in all his exams, his ambition to follow in his mother's footsteps and become a veterinarian. He started his training not long after he turned eighteen. And it was while at veterinary med school that he met Kara. She was in the year above, a beautiful girl with big green eyes and freckles across her nose. Jackson was captivated the moment he set eyes on her and it didn't take him long to pluck up the courage to ask the blonde beauty out. The two went on a couple of dates before they officiated their relationship. Jackson had never met anyone quite like Kara, she was a gentle, intelligent girl with the same animal kindness as Jackson. They'd spend hours together studying or taking the horses out into the fields. And after a year or so of dating it became clear to Jackson that she was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Jackson proposed to her several weeks after their graduation. She said yes of course and the two were married six months later. They had two happy years travelling and working in safari parks around the globe until Kara announced she was pregnant. Jackson was overjoyed and the two settled down in a large four bedroom house in their home province of Angeles. He got a job at the palace, his father had good contacts with the royals having provided the children with some of the Murphy Ranch steeds. And so Jackson became the vet for all the royal pets, horses and guard dogs. The work meant he could spend as much time at home with Kara as he needed, working on call or only coming in when his help was truly needed. The job was varied too, one more than one occasion a foreign royal had brought one of their exotic pets with them and Jackson had been tasked with caring for them.

In the summer of that year Kara gave birth to a healthy baby boy. The couple named him Alex and he truly was all they could ever have asked for in a son. Alex was a curious, spritely child and from the time he could walk he was chasing the family dog around the house and following his father wherever he went. Jackson took him up to the palace on more than one occasion where the maids and serving staff would coo over the blonde haired baby. Life for Jackson was perfect, he was in his dream job and surrounded by the people he loved. But of course that was not to last.

Kara had been acting strangely for a few months when Jackson finally found out that his wife had been having an affair with one of their old classmates. Jackson was devastated, he'd yelled, smashed up their living room and finally left the house before he did anything stupid. When his head had finally cleared Jackson returned to the family home to find that Kara had packed up her things and was preparing to leave. She wanted to Alex to go with her but Jackson's young son had other ideas. Alex had seen his mother with the other man and at four years old he understood the betrayal that she had committed. He wanted to stay with his Dad and after a long argument Kara finally left alone.

Jackson filed for divorce not long after, wanting to rid all memories of Kara from his life. He packed up the beautiful family home and moved the dogs and horses up to the palace. There had always been a small cottage up there for him though Jackson had rarely used it unless supervising an animal overnight. Jackson and Alex settled into their new home and though it took a while to adjust, things soon began to look up for them. Alex got a tutor and it wasn't long before the young boy was running wild through the royal house. Jackson threw himself back into his work, spending as much time as he could in the stables. It helped to keep his mind off things and in time he began to heal.

Six years have passed since then. Jackson has all but pushed memories of Kara to the back of his mind, they'll be times he'll feel bitter about it but looking to Alex only confirms that he did the right thing. They're happy just the two of them and Alex gets all the attention he needs from the serving staff at the palace. If he inherited anything from Jackson it was his father's charm.

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Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ ↴
ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢ Derek Murphy // alive // 8 out of 10 (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢ Anna Murphy // alive // 9 out of 10 (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
sɪsᴛᴇʀ ⇢ Jodie Murphy // alive // 9 out of 10 (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
ᴇx-ᴡɪғᴇ ⇢ Kara Donaldson // alive // 2 out of 10 (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
sᴏɴ ⇢ Alex Murphy // alive // 10 out of 10 (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
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[Leena]

Cutie is Approved !

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

Approved!

[ʀᴇᴅ, lover of everyone]

                  ·  the point of day when the sun rises ; dawn  ·

female ; bisexual

king's advisor ; 25

face claim ; Emmy Rossum

‟ aurora, my sweet ━

dangerous. there's your one word explanation for Aurora. she's a pretty dangerous girl, but not because of anything deadly. well, it can be deadly, for some. people die of heartbreak sometimes. and Aurora, she's a heartbreaker. while she does think of others feelings and such, she just can't seem to help herself. while she may seem uninterested, give her a moment. she'll open up. and then proceed onto flirting. Aurora can't seem to keep herself to just one person, always wanting to try something new. she’ll use whatever she has, intelligence, beauty, or just plain out manipulating you to get in bed with her. while she is very skilled at manipulating, and she is beautiful, Aurora actually is intelligent. after all, you can’t just sleep your way into such a position-- well, you can, but at one point someone is going to ask you a question, and you’ll have to show that you are intelligent. Aurora tends to follow others and prefers to let them take the lead and just kind of build off their ideas. the only time she doesn’t do this, is when she is leading them to the bed, otherwise she’s a follower.

ɴ. S T O R Y ; an account of past events in someone's life

born just as november twenty-first began, Aurora has always been a bit of a night owl. Aurora was the third and last child of the Richard’s, and also the only daughter. Aurora was born a two, her parent’s both politicians. her childhood was simple and great, filled with things she asked for, education and the occasional fights with her older brothers. there really isn’t much worth mentioning in Aurora’s life, as it was quite basic and simple. well, until she became the person she was today. at the age of fifteen, Aurora overheard her older brother’s, who were twins, discussing something in their room. she was interested, and so she listened. they were talking about the party they had gone to the night before, and how the women were great. and well, Aurora was a bit intrigued. what kind of situation would allow seventeen-year-olds to have sex? Aurora at this point became very interested in her brothers. she asked to go everywhere with them and hung out with them constantly. and so, they became very close. and, it paid off. a year later, her brother’s were invited to a party at the same location, and Aurora asked them to take her. and they did. and that’s the story of how a sixteen-year-old lost her virginity thanks to her brothers. like most humans, Aurora enjoyed it. she wanted to do it again, and so her mind then focused on boys. it wasn’t too hard to get a boyfriend, as she was already pretty. but there was a bit of a problem. Aurora kept going to other guys. she’d get with them, do what she wanted to do, and then move on with her life, not letting men get in the way of her dream occupation. It was and interesting life at the time, and still to this day it is still interesting, and still the same. except, you know, one day she got involved with girls and now she can’t meet a person without wondering how they are in bed.

c o n n e c t i o n s

· ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ × tony richard
· ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ × jessica richard
· sɪʙʟɪɴɢ × daniel richard
· sɪʙʟɪɴɢ × william richard

f a c t s

‟ likes ;; attractive people, politics, drinking, parties, sexual intercourse and sleeping
‟ dislikes ;; most of her exs, cleaning, lazy people, being sick, the sea and thunderstorms
‟ strengths ;; manipulating people, lying and she’s good at figuring things out
‟ weaknesses ;; can’t stop throwing herself at others, has a bad temper and she can’t handle her fears at all
“ fears ;; the ocean, dying alone, insects and thunderstorms

[ʀᴇᴅ, lover of everyone]

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 Tʀᴇʏ Jᴀʏᴅᴇɴ
  A ʙ ʀ ᴀ ʜ ᴀ ᴍ

 ║ᴍᴀʟᴇ × seventeen × jan. 12 × single × heterosexual║

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· v i s a g e ·
   [ T ] ʀᴇʏ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ person you wish would be a higher caste. you wish he wasn't a footman, so he wouldn't be a six, so he could be something else and you could marry him. of course, none of this is trey's fault, it was all genetics. not that he's complaining of course. he has tan skin the color of rich caramel, eyes the color of chocolate, and even his hair is another shade of brown, but very dark and seemingly black. he is 5'9 and has a rather athletic build. he isn't the most intimidating person, looking more friendly than others. and then, of course, there's the fact that he smells like chocolate.

· p y s c h e ·
  [ V ] ᴇʀʏ ᴄᴏᴍɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ inability to be serious, trey is interesting to say the least. he is very funny, and he tends to have a friendly, inviting smile on his face that just makes you want to go up and introduce yourself. trey can't help it, and tends to make jokes to break the ice, or the awkward silence, of the seriousness, or--well, he makes jokes for just about every situation you could think of. he can also be a bit of a flirt, which can be both good if you like him, or possibly annoying if he really likes you and you don't feel the same way. trey tends to give off mixed messages when it comes to girls, making many believe he is interested when he is actually not. trey is a generally relaxed person, but within an instant he can like a guard, surveying the area for anything out of the ordinary. but, of course, that is only when needed, otherwise trey is most likely making someone laugh.

· m e m o i r ·
  [ I ] ᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛғᴜʟ sɴᴏᴡʏ day over in allens when the second child to the araham's was born. born into the sixth caste, following a girl three years older and being followed by three more children, life was like a McDonald's cheeseburger. both good and bad. sure, being a six meant you were struggling to get through the day. who knows when you'd get the next meal, or when you'd be warm again. but, trey and his family made life what they could. at a young age, trey noticed the fact that his family tended to be unhappy, for various reasons. his parent's and older sister were exhausted from working, his younger sister were cold and his brothers were hungry. so, trey took it upon himself to make them all happier. at the time he was only five, and unable to do much work, so he made jokes. at first they were small little things, bringing a smile on the other's face, but not too long after he began, their small home was alive. alive with laughter and smiles. trey had started joking around, and the rest of his siblings and even his parent's joined in. and pretty soon, their family was happy. it was nice to know after work you could come home and have a good laugh. and you didn't remember you were hungry because your stomach was hurting from laughing. and how could you be cold when your body was working so hard to contain your laughter and keep you breathing. and that was his life for a while. yeah, he joined his sister in working, helping clean houses, and soon his younger siblings did as well. once he was twelve, his sister left to be a maid at the castle. she said it was better that way, and it was, as they got more money. but, even through the age gap, he was closer to her than he was anyone else. so, when he too turned 15, he saw the palace was asking for a footman. and, he became that footman. both for his family to receive more money, and to see his sister. life was good once again, seeing his sister and getting fed, living in a warm house and flirting with maids. that was, until a rebel attack. a southern rebel attack. he was fine, and so were his friends. but, he hadn't seen his sister. after the attack he went looking for her, but he couldn't find her. that's when he received news from a guard. she had died, trying to get a child to the safe room. the child was safe, but she, was not. that was two years ago, and while trey is used to her disappearance and not seeing her, he misses her dearly.

· p r o w e s s ·
┋♕┋ footman, 6
┋♕┋ adortions ;; telling jokes, gentics, his family, steak and laughter
┋♕┋ loathings ;; rebels, strong spices, people without a sense of humor, funerals and pushy women
┋♕┋ aptitudes ;; watching people, making others laugh and running
┋♕┋ blemishes ;; can't be very serious, once upset he has trouble being happy and he has bad aim
┋♕┋ firearms ;; due to his horrible aim, trey tends to use a sword or just his hands.

· r e l a t i v e ·
“father ;; luke abraham (a.37)
“mother ;; peyton abraham (a.36)
“brother ;; jacob abraham (a.13) keven abraham (a.11)
“sister ;; bonnie abraham (d.18) sofia abraham (a.9)
“friend ;; various guards and maids
“lover ;; none
“enemy ;; the rebels

 ❛ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ❜

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Approved~

[lil' Lily [ filled with DETERMINATION ]]

KIKKI (not Kiki)- ❝I have loved the stars for too long to be fearful of the night❞ wrote: "[❝Only bad thieves make a noise.
A good thief is never heard.❞]
Milomir Noskov
|| 19 || Male || Bisexual || Caste Seven || Thief/Pool Boy ||

[❝It is hard to steal somebodies shoes while they are w..."

Love him Kikki! <3

[Kikki]

XD YAYY!!!!!!!

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

Approved! ((Omg I love him! Especially the gifs you used!))

[Kikki]

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   [ Y ] es. this is it. this is the hot nurse you've been waiting for. the one you purposely tripped and fell for. literally. David, is, i'm not going to lie, an attractive guy. he has a jawline that threatens to break up the continents, and always seems to have facial hair, giving him a look that is both caveman and future millionaire, making him look casual. He kind of has a big nose, ruining the image but David also has dark brown eyes, usually full of something his face lacks, and a pair of lips that have you questioning any relationships you already have. a full head of hair and a body well in shape, makes him look like he's young even though his facial features make him look older, all at the same time. but, you can't get everything now, can you?

· p y s c h e ·
  [ H ] e, is a very intriguing person. you tend to meet him and then once it's over, you find yourself wanting to know more. David can be a man of few words at times. he likes to leave people wondering and prefers having no one hear his voice. Sure, sometimes he's flirts with people, but it's mainly for the sake that he wants to get in bed with you. And, he usually gets what he asks for. David could be caring, if he wanted to, but he doesn't let anyone stick around long enough to find out, so who knows if he could be caring. He doesn't mind telling others bad news, and no matter what kind of news you tell him, it seems as though he really doesn't care. A bit upsetting I know, but there's nothing I can do. He doesn't care about you; Move on.

· m e m o i r ·
  [ L ] ong ago, over two decades, the first child was born in the Chase family. Literally. Oldest in his immediate family, and the oldest cousin, oldest of them all. David loved everyone. His parents and siblings, grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins—all of them. Fuck the castes and the boundaries, if you were a Chase, he loved you. He grew up loved by many, and received a great education. He always liked helping people, especially the younger ones—he even taught one of his younger cousins to walk—and was known to be helpful. As David aged, the family expanded, and he even got two siblings. He was a great student and everything seemed to be going well. And it did. Until he was about twenty-one. David and his entire family went to stay in this hotel, so they could all be together and hang out. Even the members from lower castes came, richer family members paying for them. David was downstairs, watching tv in a lounge when the fire alarm blared. David would have left, but he couldn't, not with the know.edge of his family upstairs. David, who was seven floors away, bounded up the stairs, the building breaking into flames. Smoke poisoned any air, and David was still three floors away. His body was giving up on him, and he couldn't breathe. He began descending at one point, his body trying to save him. All he remembers is seeing a firefighter at the bottom of a flight of stairs before he went unconscious. David woke up months later from a coma. Lack of oxygen plus the head injury from the stairs didn't do him well. But, that wasn't the worst part. The worst part wasn't that he missed a good part of his life because of a coma. No, it was the news he had received after he awoke. That big family? All of them were gone. The Chases, a family people wished they could be apart of, was wiped out, and there wasn't a single one left. No, David was still alive. And that was it. Everyone David liked had been taken from him, and he became more independent. He suddenly found himself in a position he didn't know about, but he got used to it. David couldn't bare it anymore however, and left the province for Angles were he became a nurse at the palace. And now he lives a new life, his past behind him.

· p r o w e s s ·
┋♕┋ nurse, 3
┋♕┋ adortions ;; helping others, kissing and sex, coming off as mysterious, children, and swimming
┋♕┋ loathings ;; sicknesses, deaths and funerals, obnoxious people, the poor, and being too hot or cold
┋♕┋ aptitudes ;; helping others, fixing vehicles, and getting in bed with women
┋♕┋ blemishes ;; doesn't seem to care, pushes others away, and blames himself for things that aren't his fault
┋♕┋ firearms

· r e l a t i v e ·
“father ;; Harrison Chase (d.)
“mother ;; Susan Chase (d.)
“brother ;; Evan Chase (d.)
“sister ;; Felicity Chase (d.)
“friend ;; none
“lover ;; none long enough to mention
“enemy ;; none

[lil' Lily [ filled with DETERMINATION ]]

~ Do I hate my brother? No, of course not. Hate is much too weak a word. ~

Basic Info
• Full Birth Name: Cole Drall Davidson •
• Pronounced: C-ole, Dr-all, Day-vid-sin •
• Nickname: Cole •
• Gender: Male •
• Sexuality: Hetero •
• Age: 22 •
• Alignment: Neutral-Good •
• Birthday: August 23rd •
• Place Of Birth: Angeles •
• Nationality: Illèan •
• Job: Nurse •
• Caste: 3 •



Appearance

• Hair Color: Dark Brown •
• Hair Length: 1-2 Inches •
• Hair Style: Put Up With Hair Gel •
• Height: 5'11" •
• Weight: 168lbs •
• Accesories: Usually carries an assortment of small medical supplies around •
• Dress Style: Dosn't Really Care •
• Face Claim: River Canomanuel •



~ I don't get it. What's the appeal of family? ~

Personal Information

~ The way Cole acts, the way Cole is percieved, and the way he thinks, are all very, very, different things. The way Cole acts, well, honestly, he's simply blunt. He sees no reason to hide his opinion, so he doesnt. He is also very respectful towards women. Why this happened nobody really knows, but it probably has something to do with his lack of interaction with women, so he almost cherishes them in a way. The way he is percieved, well, strangely enough, it's as a gentleman. He really doesn't think he is, but assumes it's his politeness towards women and bluntness, percieved as honesty, when it comes to his opinions, without forcing his opinions on others. He really doesnt think much of himself, but not in the way you'd assume. He litterally doesnt think much of himself, meaning he doesnt really have much of an opinion on himself. He even refuses to claim anything about himself that isnt fact.

~ 23 years ago, Mrs. And Mr. Davidson had a baby. A boy, to be precise. This young boy brought joy and cheer to the household, and for about a year, all was pretty decent. Then I came along. Yay. The joy I brought wasn't exactly the same kind of long lasting joy my older brother, Cameron, caused, rather, it was the kind that dissapeared almost as quickly as it came. That's right, I was basically the first reason my parents got divorced. Oh, but don't worry, my older brother still has most the blame, so just keep reading. Well, as it turned out, we were a poor family at best, and although there used to be just enough to feed 2 adults and a baby, there wasnt anywhere near enough food for 2 adults, a growing boy, and a baby. This is where it all started, but trust me, there was much more to it than that, unfourtunately.

Both out parents often being away at work, naturally me and Cameron turned to each other for our social and emotional needs, and became very close over time. In fact, we did most everything together. We'd play together, we'd study together, heck, we even sleeped together since our family couldnt afford another mattress. And so our young lives went on, and despite everything, we were pretty happy, to. Unlike our parents. You see, our parents were having this huge argument. At first, they just sort of glared at each other from time to time when they thought we weren't looking, but it quickly broke out into loud arguments. Daily. I suppose all this argueing left an impact on me and Cameron, because we also quickly had an argument, which hadn't happened, at least not for that long, in our entire lives. I don't even remember what the damn thing was about. Probably something stupid, like who won, or if one of us stole the ball or something. But anyway, this argument wasnt our typical five minute fight, no, this lasted longer, and a twisted, warped version of that argument still remains to this day.

This is probably where I should tell you what the argument was about. Children. It was pretty simple, actually. My mom wanted more children, my dad didn't. And Cameron wanted a new brother. And I didn't want more children, rather for us to be friends again. And me and Cameron ended up taking sides. Which drove us farhter apart. Never mind, forget the simple part. The point is, that with every day our parents argued, me and Cameron drifted farther and farther apart, and pretty soon, I couldn't stand it any more. Deciding to be the one to apologize, I awoke one morning with the sole purpose of telling Cameron I was sorry, and to beg him for a resumed friendship, but fate was determined to drive us apart. That morning, our parents anounced the divorce, and before I could even comprehend what was happening, I was being dragged away by dad, watching mom drag Cameron away.

The years that passed after that are just a blur. A dull, grey, miserable blur, to be exact. It was one thing to have an argument with your previous closest friend, but to never see them again? It hurt worse than every single time Cameron had called me names combined, and each time my previously beloved role model insulted me was like hell. Every day went by in a daze, and the change in my personality was evident. My dad even went so far as to attempt playing sports with me, but I just pushed him farther away. Or perhaps I hid deeper in my shell. It's hard to tell, but the point is, I had learned a valuable life lesson from that whole ordeal. Family isn't to be trusted. And so I began to make friends, something I had never done before, when I had Cameron to play with, but proved to be surprisingly easy for me. I was always the quieter, more submissive of our duo, but strangely enough, my quiet politeness was taken as being gentlemanly. Weird, right? All I had to do was play the quiet little brother and everybody loved me. And so my life continued like this until the age of 17, when I found the position that would forever change my life.

The castle needed a nurse. I lept on the opportunity, claiming that it was to help support my father, who by now was getting older and less able to work, but we both knew why I really left. To leave behind all the hurtful memories of the even more hurtful concept of family. And so I moved to the castle, but unfourtunately, although the physical problem was gone, the emotional scars remained, and I still hated the idea of a family as much as ever. And on top of that, the memory of my brother was still just as strong. By this point in my oife I absolutely hated him. After all, if he hadnt encouraged mom to keep fighting dad for another baby,nthis might have never happened. It was, and still is, completely his fault. My miserable childhood, my lack of a mother, I placed all of the blame onto Cameron, and I had no intention of moving it any time soon. Or ever.

~ Although secretly, Cole doesnt trust people. He can and does assume the worst most the time, however he does know enough not to voice this aloud, and, instead, perhaps more for himself than for others, says only their good traits out loud. But secretly, Cole fears that somebody else will betray him, just like his brother did. He strongly dislikes his brother. And his parents. So basically his whole family. He even hates talking about family, even if it's somebody else's, and will avoid this topic with a passion. His biggest flaw would have to he that he is easily spoken over. Sure, if your just talking to him one on one, and there comes a disagreement, he'll be firm with his opinion, but never loud. In other words, once you start shouting you've basically got him beat.

~ Cole actually quite enjoys swordfighting, and although he'd never admit it to anybody, he's quite impressive at it. He started training almost as soon as he arrived at the palace and had access to swords, and now he uses it as a was to channel his anger elsewhere. He is also quite knowledgable when it comes to anything medical, as not only is he a nurse, but he finds it interesting enough for his attention, so he'll often spend his freetime reading through advanced medical books. He enjoys his job, as he gets to exert himself mentally, searching his brain for diagnoses and medicines and whatnot. He doesnt exactly enjoy swordfighting, as violence isnt usually his thing, but does use it to take out his anger towards his brother, so one might say its relieving for him. He's an incredibly fast learner, and catches on quite quickly to most everything.

~ If you were to simply observe, or even interact with Cole, the first thing that would come to mind would he gentlemanly. He is kind and polite towards women, he has strong opinions but doesnt force them upon others, and can fight but dislikes violence. In other words, imagine the most stereotypical gentleman you can think of, and thats how Cole acts. However, if you were capable of seeing his thougnts throughout his day to day life, you would think much differently of him, as he tends to be quite sarcastic and judgemental in his head. He generally just acts polite to everybody, especially women, however, if somebody were to get close enough to him, to the point where he'd show his true emotions, well, they'd be surprised to say the least.

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• Father [Alive]
• Mother [Alive]
• Older Brother, Cameron Davidson [Alive] (hide spoiler)]



~ Wake up. Put on a smile. Do job. Fake happiness. Go to bed. Repeat. ~

Summary
• Mistaken For A Gentleman
• Hates His Brother With A Passion
• Nurse
• Quiet
• Polite Towards Women
• Secretly Sarcastic
• Secretly Very Judgemental