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p e r s o n a l i t y ⇢ broken bones and promises(view spoiler)
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Persephone has exhibited a god complex, and not too lightly. Her quiet demeanor is what she perceives to be her godly observance. She longs to be worshiped, to be deemed holy in the sight of others. In this respect, she feels that she is quite powerful. Her arrogance is played off as determination by those around her, as a simple stroke of optimism for a simple girl. But, they're very clearly wrong. She thinks that she has everyone in the palm of her hand. She may be right, as her facade of simplicity and naivety has been known to drawn people to her like moths to their final flame. But, she has just the smallest underlying fear of being left behind in her desires, of being forgotten.
There is nothing left when one strips her down to the core. She's an empty little girl looking to fill herself. She wishes to be "better", but her better is something different from what you or I have in mind. And, in that sense, she finds herself drawn to what is seen as perverse, and it's dismissed as curiosity gone awry. Curiosity, my dears, is not what she suffers from; it's a deep inclination of morbidity, of violence and gore and the nefarious creepings in the dark. That is what she suffers from, on the deepest level, in every cell in her body.━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━r e c o l l e t i o n s ⇢ your only hope is evil
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[ fixations ] darkness, black cats, mice, spiders, the color red
[ abhorrences ] dogs, summer, pink, long hair
[ specialties ] singing, deception
[ kryptonite ] her god complex
[ interests ] watching horror movies, harming small animals, grave visiting
[weaponry]
Effectively, Persephone's father was awestruck and filled with a seething hatred at the sight of her. She never knew why, but his lip would curl when he called her name, his eyes narrowing as he caught sight of her bob. Her mother fell ill, and her father assisted her pain. She watched as he pumped her full of drugs, then took her off them suddenly and without explanation. It was a depraved cycle they repeated, vicious and so beautifully passionate. Persephone, however, was fascinated by it.
She didn't shy away from her mother's hoarse screams; she found it to be music. She sang to the tune of suffering and danced to the melody of torture. Her father, though, became away of his actions, as if awoken from a long standing nightmare. He let Ave slip away peacefully in her sleep, only for her to come back after a moment and die choking on drugs and drowning in the fluids that should have relieved her of her pain. Her suffering, already prolonged by six long years, went on for three more hours before her body ceased moving and the room she lay in become a silent void of pained life. Michal sealed the room off, and Persephone never saw the beautiful birds of death on the walls again.
Aside from watching her mother die slowly, Persephone had another brush with the afterlife's fastest transport. She fell from a tree, attempting to reach a ribbon she'd lost to the wind. Her head connected with the hard ground first, taking the rest of her weight. Her skull, tiny and fragile, split open. She should have died, they all said. Part of her, they all thought, did. Of course one would think such a thing, when they could see the pulsing of her brain in a small pond of crimson.
She didn't wake up for two months, and they considered pulling the plug. Her father, even in his grief, held on to the hatred that was brought forth upon the sight of her. And thus, he wanted her to suffer in a special kind of oblivion. She'll always thank him for it, because his choice had given her ample time to wake up as she recovered. The swelling of her brain went down, her skull healed somewhat, and her eyes opened with all the frightening speed of hounds out of hell. They asked her how she felt, and she told them what she saw. And then she looked to her father and she had a message for him.
Her father, hatred renewed and fear kindled, didn't bother to see her for the rest of her recovery. At thirteen years old, she was already quite small. Persephone was thought to have been nine or ten, and she played along. Six months went by before her doctors saw the inconsistency and corrected themselves, and she wasn't treated the same. She thought her little game had been fun, and thought of ways to extend it. But, puberty was not so kind. She grew slightly taller, and while still small, framed as though she were some mythical creature of attraction with delicate curves and sighing vocals.
But, she wanted to continue her games no less, and she got her way. She led a poor man astray, preying on what he wanted most. She watched nurses weep as she revealed the bitter truth of nothingness that would await them. To her, it started as good fun, and became a play of power. She became a god, a being of such absolution that none would be free of her whispered damnation.
The prospect of Selection was brought up by her father some years later. He wanted to pawn off his problem, and he made it very clear to the raven haired girl. Michal had watched too many people fall into depression all for the sake of a game, but couldn't face the monster that had inadvertently sprung from his loins. She was, unfortunately, still of his blood, still of his flesh. Her creation was his fault. He was Frankenstien, and she was his monster. He cursed her daily, to which she'd only watch curiously and ask him to do it again.
While no one could see this from the outside, saw only a stressed out single father and a daughter that had been comatose for two months, Michal suffered in silence. It drove him mad, and thus he signed her away. When it had been finalized that she'd be in the Selection, he took a gun and closed the curtain on the tragedy of a play he'd been cast in. Persephone observed from her front row seat with a muted glee and loud appreciation for his dramatic flair.━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
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[ biological ]
▽mother -- avengaline wesley
▽father -- michal wesley
[ external ]
▽ competition -- other selected girls
▽ friends -- open
▽ objective -- prince
█║▸ sᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ :: As a seven that has the good fortune to look like a six, Mira deals primarily in farm work and lumber. While she doesn't go around swinging axes, she does know how to use one, and should be feared.
[ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴏғ yukon ××× ‟ female · eighteen · biromantic pansexual · mira
█║▸ bɪᴏʟᴏɢʏ :: From the Yukon, there isn't much to say. So, being born on December Twenty-Fifth is nothing too great, aside from it being Christmas. Twice the presents for her.
█║▸ rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ :: Single as can be, and with no real intention of marrying a prince.
█║▸ wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs :: Does an axe count? It's not very useful, considering it's falling apart and only a family heirloom less than half the size of an actual axe.♛║ The amount of work that Mira does isn't very visible, aside from her obvious fitness. She's not very athletically built, taking after her father in that regard; her more was the one built like a truck and still pretty to boot. She's among the fortunate ones of her province to be blessed with appearances that exceed their caste. Her blonde hair looks healthy on most days, eyes bright but still a little dimmed by lack of sleep, and lips sometimes chapped from very poorly dispersed water breaks. She may not look very confident, but she sure as hell is full of fire. To be frank, her ferocity only really shows through her work, which again isn't something you could pick up on by just looking at her.
There are two things she's always getting grief for: the gap in her teeth and the very obvious curves she has. She is usually in no mood to even talk to people who comment on those things in the way she usually gets comments. She's learned to just ignore it and internalize everything; she remembers it all.
♞║ Here's the thing: Mira has been doing crazy stunts for as long as she can remember. There has never been something forbidden to her that she wasn't willing to try. Sure, it may have resulted in a few broken bones, but that has never stopped her. If someone has a crazy, stupid idea, she's usually one of the people most into it. People might see her as a bit of brute because of this, but the masculinity comes from being surrounded by a house full of brothers and manual labor to the extreme. She's always been a bit of a tomboy, even when she finds herself forced into a skirt. Her masculinity sort of exceeds the usual "one of the guys" type of girl. She, actually, forgot she was a girl at one point in her life. She thought she'd been a boy until puberty kicked in, and even then she thought she was sick with something. She's always seen herself as more of the Prince Charming than the sweet princess.
Now, don't get her wrong, Mira can stick with a decision. It's just not often, or for long. She changes her mind like she changes her clothes, which happens to be often considering she's always doing something not so clean. She can't stick a decision for long, but not with all things. Somethings just keep her latched on to them, and she never lets go. Of course, most people don't see this past her never stable choices. But, she's actually quite adaptable. She learns to adjust to a situation for the better, to be more acquainted with her surroundings. You could say it's just an enhanced survival instinct that some people lack, but that's just one way of putting it.[ lɪᴋᴇs :: games · the outdoors · dares · sports · work▷ For as long as Mira can remember, she's been told that she has to work, and work hard. She's also been told to stay out of trouble, but she clearly doesn't listen to that. Hell, she doesn't really listen at all. The only thing she listens to is the drumming of her heart as she goes on to do something stupid. Her parents, they love her, but Mirabelle often finds that she may be disappointing them. She's seen and heard the way they discuss her.
[ dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs :: dresses · being perceived as too masculine · making decisions
[ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs :: brute force · willing to take risks · endurance
[ wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs :: takes too many risks · doesn't share emotions · too trusting
She's the least feminine girl in her province, as the rumors go. She's all over the place, people say. She has no self-control, and will likely end up in some ditch someday; that's not even the worst one. Mira didn't quite like the way they spoke of her, but she didn't like the way it hit her family more. So, when she was twelve, she attempted to be just a bit more feminine.
It didn't work.
She back at her old ways again, only with her skirt tucked into her underwear and her blouse off to save it from stains. It horrified the other mothers, and more rumors spread like wild fire. Mira didn't notice anything different, aside from the fact that the other girls were looking at her funny, and the older boys, too. This was before puberty hit her like a ton of bricks, of course, and she was still stuck with the idea of being a boy like the rest of her friends.
▷ When it did hit, it hit hard. It was safe to say Mira was very confused when her chest felt heavier and her mother had to sit her down for a talk. She was even more confused when she tried climbing a tree and heard the boys screaming about blood. This confusion was furthered by their ogling her when she took her shirt off to swim. Mira, to say the least, was shocked when her parents had to break it to her.
It took some time, but she learned to change her ways by a fraction. No more skinny dipping, more clothing when she went out into the woods, and just a little more alone time a couple days of the month. She was settling into the idea of being a girl when her parents made the executive decision: she'd be getting married.
Now, getting married early isn't common, but it isn't a rarity. Everyone in her family had done so, and they would have likely paired with just about anyone if she hadn't proposed her own idea.
▷ The Selection was only two years away when she convinced her parents to get her registered for it. She didn't like the idea of the Selection any better, but it at least bought her some time. Mira would probably be better off there than married to just anyone that her parents thought would take care of her.
So, she was registered and they waited. Then, she was chosen. She didn't think that they'd allow her to be a Selected girl, because of her caste, but they overlooked it. And now she's screwed.[ ʀ ᴇ ʟ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ s ʜ ɪ ᴘ s ××× ‟ ɪғ ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ callcredits ::
█║▸ sᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ :: due to her parents both being lawyers, Pen finds herself comfortably seated in the third caste. While she aims for one, she has no need to be concerned with rebellion. She aims to be queen; she'll crush those who oppose her when that time comes.
[ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴏғ sᴏᴛᴀ ××× ‟ female · seventeen · grayromantic asexual · pen
█║▸ bɪᴏʟᴏɢʏ :: of the Sota province, Pen was born on January Third, on a surprisingly frigid night. Her parents swear this means prosperity, as well as her wailing, but that could just be a sign of her wanting of attention from the jump.
█║▸ rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ :: Pen has toyed around with relationships purely out of curiosity, but she is of no real need to be in one. They're too much work, in her opinion. They are, however, useful in getting her what she wants.
█║▸ wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs :: Just her words and her looks.♛║ Pen has always been one to draw attention based solely on her looks. She's sensuality and grace without even trying, from her raven black locks down to the designer shoes on her feet. A person like her--pfft, there are no people like her--is one that wears their ambition like a sweater on a chilly day. From the flickering gaze of her brown eyes to the tip up of her lips, there's just something about her. One never knows when it's an invitation or a warning, like the flicking of a snake's tongue. Her appearance is a treacherous thing to try and decipher, unless you know Pen well.
One thing that is most known of her is her favorite shade of lipstick: red. Sometimes bloody, sometimes sweet and light, it's always red. She has a shade to match every occasion, every dress. She dresses her lips in red because she thinks of it as a sort of conquering, lathering her lips in the blood of her enemies--so to speak. When she's queen, lord knows what that red will stand for.
[ ɪ ᴅ ɪ ᴏ s ʏ ɴ ᴀ ᴄ ʀ ᴀ s ɪ ᴇ s ] ××× ‟ sensual · manipulative · ambitious · cunning
♟║ Pen is the definition of sensual. She's got the voice, the looks--it's a part of her. She's the kind of person that'd be dangerous to be alone with, but not in the physical sense. Mentally, is where the danger lies. Your imagination runs wild in her presence, and she won't ever let anyone get away with that. She'll take that and run, make it her leverage. She could get away with murder, all with just a whisper in an ear. That's the kind of dangerous she is, the kind that hardest to avoid once you're exposed to it. She'll play you like a fiddle, and feel nothing. She's not one to feel remorse for her actions, not when it gets her where she needs to be. If pulling people's strings was an art form, she'd be a master of it. She knows what to say, what information to use, what to do to get her way. It might have something to do with her having been exposed to her parents' work, and seeing them in action. They thought she'd follow in their footsteps, even, but she's aiming higher than a courtroom.
Since she was little and she'd been learning about the Selection, Pen has always wanted to be queen. She saw it as her way into the palace, the way to rule the whole fucking world. Chess was her favorite game, the game where she could move a piece and take someone out without doing much thinking. Even now, she loves watching her pawns, bishops, and knights knock down kings and queens. It's the kind of action that get you'll into high places, the places she wants to be in. Her parents have encouraged her ambition obliviously, not really noticing the obsessive striving towards royalty. Pen figured if she wasn't going to be born into royalty, she might as well marry into power. Because power is attractive; looks good when you're signing off a check and buying out a whole store. That's power. And to get that power, Pen realized that she had to be smart about it. She couldn't spread her legs for any guy to get where she needed to be. She learned how to move her pieces for total destruction, so opposition would be near impossible. And she learned it all with a smile on her face. Being cunning comes like breathing; she doesn't even notice it anymore. Hell, she tricked her parents into thinking they had a daughter who was just like them. They were right about the ambitious part, though. Everything else--well, see how that turned out.[ lɪᴋᴇs :: power · chess · expensive things · being in charge · classic music · art▷ From the moment Pennivylle Aiya Lin was born, she was smothered in luxury. Her parents wanted only the best for her, having climbed up the caste system to get where they are. They fought tooth and nail to be in the third caste, but that wasn't goo enough for their daughter. They had expectations of perfection that surpassed like it was nothing, surprising even them. She took the spotlight for everything--grades, looks, sports, theatrics. There was no gaze she couldn't grab. She was pretty much what everyone wanted to be, wanted their children ot be like.
[ dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs :: lower castes · sales · cheap products · discounts · pop music · tasteless people
[ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs :: manipulation · intelligence · appearance
[ wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs :: apathy · inability to properly connect with others · disregard of others
Imagine being her parents, able to show her off like they did. They were barely there for her when she was a small child, leaving her to underpaid nannies that didn't really need to do much. The only good they really did in her development was expose her to so much of what money could get. They were selfish, just as she is, but the kind of selfish that needed to show off. Pen found possessions to be synonymous with the amount of wealth a person had. Going over to the houses of her classmates--not friends, because that was far too much work and annoying--was like comparing herself to others. If she didn't have something someone else did, she made sure she had soon after.
▷ Being splendid and perfect is a lifelong investment, and to the easiest way in Pen's mind was to be royal. She'd daydream like all the other girls about living in the palace, in the capital. Being someone they pampered constantly, even though she was practically getting that then. No, she wanted to wear a crown. She wanted to stay perfect forever, be the greatest. Think of how happy she was to did that she had been selected.
One step closer.[ ʀ ᴇ ʟ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ s ʜ ɪ ᴘ s ××× ‟ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ovationcredits ::
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Juniper
【(joo-nuh-per)The given name Juniper is either in reference to the English common name for the juniper tree or berry, or in reference to a derivation of the Welsh name Guinevere. 】
Ophelia
【(oh-fee-lee-ah)In Greek the meaning of the name Ophelia is: Help. Serpentine. In Shakespeare's 'Hamlet', Ophelia was the lover of Hamlet who went insane as a result of his irrational behavior. 】
Waite:
【(WAYT)English: occupational name for a watchman】
NM(Ginny):
【(jin-ee) The name for the spirit gin is an English derivation of the Dutch word for Juniper: genever. 】
╠❝People care much more for how things look than how things are.❞╣
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Nineteen
October 27th
♏-Scorpio
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BirthstoneOpal
Location of Birth:Born at home in the Waverly Province
Time of Birth:3:21 AM
Relationship Status:Single at the moment
Heterosexual (straight)
Caste (Six) Juniper works as a cook or housekeeper where ever she can find work, she hates it but she doesn't exactly have a choice her family needs the money.
ProvinceWaverly
Education Level Juniper was home schooled to her mother's best ability until she was fourteen and had to start working. She still studies art, as it is her passion.
╠❝The best part of going to work is coming back home at the end of the day. ❞╣
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◆Hair Ginny's hair goes down to mid back in loose golden brown waves the look almost copper in the sunlight.
◇EyesShe has wide doe eyes that make her look more innocent then she actually is and are a dark chocolate brown.
◆Height 5'9 She's rather tall for a girl due to her seemingly never ending legs and is proud of the fact
◇WeightGinny's kind of thin because of how difficult it is for her to get food but is not lacking in curves she weigh's 139lbs. which is underweight for her height.
◆Other MarkingsShe has more then a few scars all over from her father's abuse.
╠❝The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it.❞╣
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Description
Juniper has never been the kind of person that hides in her parent's shadow, or goes with the flow. From a young age she was in love with art work and never understood why she couldn't do what she was good at based on the cast system. That resentment has built up over the years and she's more rebellious now then ever. Most people can't handle talking to her for more then a few minutes because to put it simply, she has no filter. She says what she thinks and she means it. That doesn't mean she's stupid, she's definitely very bright and at certain moments when she knows it's absolutely necessary she find's it in herself to hold her tongue. She has never thought of herself as mean, she simply has an opinion. While Ginny can come across downright rude she's actually very caring she just find's it hard to let it out after so many years of being emotionless. You can see how loving she is at the rare moments where she's vulnerable, like when she's with her younger siblings or has buried herself in her artwork and is taken by surprise.
╠❝I hold that a strongly marked personality can influence descendants for generations.❞╣
Likes
✔Chocolate
✔Her siblings
✔Any type of art, mostly painting though
✔Breaking rules, it gives her a rush every time
✔The Ocean, Every once in a blue moon before her mother died she would drag all the kids off there and they'd have some of the best days of Ginny's childhood.
Dislikes
✘Whiners
✘Sexist People
✘Sitting still
✘Feeling like she's not in control
✘The cold
✘Beef
Greatest Weaknesses
⇓Often goes to far with what she says
⇓Is terrified to stand up to her father
⇓Finds it hard to trust new people
⇓Get's far to much of a thrill when doing thing's she's not supposed to
Greatest Strengths
⇑Is painfully honest
⇑Strong from working as a servant for so long
⇑Resourceful
⇑Cunning
╠❝When the past comes knocking, don't answer. It has nothing new to tell you. ❞╣
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From the moment Juniper was born she had close to nothing. Her mom was a seamstress so was usually home taking care of her children, and her father being a driver was hardly ever home. Her family slowly crumbled apart. Juniper can remember her mom sending her and her twin out to beg for food and when they were just passed a mix of dirty of sympathetic looks they settled for digging through the trashcans knowing what the consequences of stealing were and not wanting to risk it. Ginny looks back on that time as the lowest point in her life and as she got older swore she would never stoop to that level again. Her mother taught her the best she could with the little schooling she had and the few worksheets she scrounged up from somewhere every once in a while so she never had a great education, she makes up for it in street smarts though. When Juniper was nine she found her first set of paints and took them to her bedroom wall, that was when she realized her love for art. When she asked her mother why she couldn't do that for money a few years later it was explained to her that due to the castes everyone had a place and if you stray from your place all order will be lost. She can look back and read the bitterness in her mother's tone now. She slowly started to resent the Country after that but learned quickly after a beating from her father that was something she should keep her mouth shut about, especially in public. She started working as a cook when she was fourteen but after realizing how much she sucked at it she switched to being a servant and grew a tolerance for four hours of sleep a night and constantly working herself to the bone. Her mother died soon after and everything got so much worse. Her father who had put up with his children until now finally decided to show his hatred. Which is almost understandable without them he'd probably be much better off. He turned to alcohol to ease his sorrows and started beating Juniper's twin brother when he got angry that is, until he got a right hook to the face, he switched to her after that and she was always to afraid to do anything about it and her brother tried and failed many times. When the application for the selection came she was so hopeful that she could get out of this hell hole she immediately signed up, figuring being near the people she hates that won't beat her was better then being near the person she hates that will. She was ecstatic when her picture popped up on the cracked television screen.
╠❝Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.❞╣
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Family
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⇒Father Tristan Waite
⇒Twin Brother Jax Waite
⇒ Brother (11) Keanu Waite
⇒Brother (8)Quigly Waite
⇒Sister (6) Dahlia Waite
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Relationships
⇒ Ex boyfriend Leon that didn't end well but they lasted about six months before Juniper went to far with an insult.
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╠❝My family is my strength and my weakness.❞╣
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☯Lily or Siri☯17☯September 24th☯Midnight☯Dakota☯Lucy Hale☯
☯Air☯Female☯Caste 2☯Ab-☯PanromaticBisexual☯Female☯Singer☯
Likes:Animals Singing Dancing Writing Reading Piano Guitar Chocolate Swimming Acting Rain/Thunderstorms
Dislikes:Liars Disloyalty Bugs Spiders Hypocrites Math Snobs Gossip/Rumors Bullies
Job/Occupation:Famous Singer
Personality:
Stubborn
Stubborn people get themselves in a lot of trouble, but they also get things done.
Lily has always been an extremely stubborn person. She won't just sit back and be told something she doesn't believe in and quietly except it. She'll stubbornly tell you why you're wrong and proceed to prove it to you. She's also stubborn when it comes to being told what to do. She won't do something if she doesn't believe its right. No that doesn't mean she's a goody two shoes but she tries to do what's right she may not succeed but she tries. She'll fight for what she wants when she wants of course she's smart enough not to be too stubborn where it gets her killed or punished. Lily doesn’t back down from anything she believes in though and believes she shouldn’t have to unless you are able to reason with her why her belief in a certain situation isn’t valid or its dangerous which doesn’t happen very often because of her own stubbornness.
Hopeless Romantic
I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.
This quote is so true for Lily. She may not trust easily but she does love easily. Maybe a little too easily. You'd think because you loved someone you'd trust them but that doesn't hold true for Lily. She often loves those who she doesn't trust. Those she shouldn't trust. She want to trust them but doesn't. She falls easily and once she had it takes a lot for that love to go away. Along with giving away love too easily she has always had a need to be loved in return. She longs to be cared for and loved as she does others. Of course she finds it more times than not that that doesn't happen. Before that she was content with just her parents love and understanding but now she secretly longs for it even more so now.
Despite loving to easily Lily isn’t stupid when it comes to dating guys. She won’t let the guy push her around no matter how much she loves him. She won’t do anything she doesn’t want to in the relationship. You push her too much and she’ll break it off. She knows the player type, she’s familiar with it and she knows how to handle those types of guys. Yes her love too easily means she gets hurt easily, but she will not pine after the guy either. Sure she’ll probably cry, but she won’t stoop so low as to beg for them back either. She had more dignity than that. Love may be something she truly wants, but she isn’t going to be stupid about it either.
Loyal
A person who deserves my loyalty receives it.
Lily is if anything loyal. No not loyal as an she'll let you boss her around but loyal as in she'll fight to the death for those she cares about. She won't just abandon someone because its more convenient for her. Of course if she's loyal to you and cares about you she expects the same out of you. You have to earn her loyalty she won't just give it to you because you ask for. They say blood is thicker than water but blood doesn't always ensure loyalty. Yeah blood is important but loyalty is more important than blood. And Lily is extremely loyal to her friends, family and her pack who are basically her extended family.
Protective
I have a protective streak a mile wide and I will do everything in my power to protect those I care about, so messing with this mama bear isn’t wise.
Lily isn’t extremely protective of the people she cares about especially her younger siblings. She has the whole mama bear thing down. She’s been told that her protectiveness was worse than a mama bears. Protecting the people she loves though is a full time job a job she will happily take part in. She’ll protect those she cares about no matter the cost even if the cost is her own life.
Sarcastic/Witty
Wit is a dangerous weapon, even to the possessor, if he knows not how to use it discreetly.
Wit is a dangerous weapon if you don't know how to use it. Its a good thing Lily knows exactly how to wield it or she'd be in a heap of trouble. She knows when to use it and when not to. She knows how be obvious with it and discreet with it. Lily doesn't use her wit that often because of how dangerous of a weapon it can be. She uses it when necessary. Of course she does take any chance she can to be sarcastic and to just plain joke around like when with friends and family. Lily has always loved to joke around and be sarcastic with things her entire life. Some think its a defense mechanism and sure at times it is, but more times than not it isn’t. She’s just an all out sarcastic person
Charismatic
Charisma. You can’t buy it, you can’t make it, and you sure can’t fake it.
Lily has always had a certain charisma about her. Some people believe its her outgoing personality. Some believe its her honestly. And some believe she’s just a natural born leader. And well some believe she’s just confident in everything she does. Either way Lily doesn’t really know what it is about her that makes her Charismatic just that she is.
Brave
Bravery is doing what you’re most afraid of, not the absence of fear, but the act of conquering your fears.”
Being brave isn’t something Lily has an easy time being. Its something she strives to do because she refuses to let her fears rule her life. She brave what scares her most in the off chance it will change her. Make her a stronger person. To help her conquer her fears. Some would say her bravery turns her reckless and maybe its true, but she’ll keep doing what she’s doing until her very last breath. She’s been told many times by others that as brave as she is its like she has no fear. And at times it does seem that way. But they’re wrong she does have fear, lots of it she’s just pushing past it and being as brave as she can possibly be.
Honest
Its better to be brutally honest than to live a lie.
Lily is a generally honest person. She is brutally truthful weather you want to hear it or not. Not to say that she doesn't lie every once in a while. If it keeps her alive or her friends and family alive she'll lie to save those lives. She just finds that being truthful makes life easier in the long run. Sure she keeps things from people sometimes but she doesn't outright lie. Sometimes what she says has a double meaning. She'll say what you want to hear and still be truthful about it.
History:
I grew up with a pretty normal family for the most part. Older brother, twin brother two younger brothers and two younger sisters and well a mom and dad. I've lived my whole life in the Province of Dakota with my family and close friends. It was actually at the age of 5 that I met my long time best friend Samantha Lorens or Sammy as everyone now calls her since I gave her that nickname when we were kids because Samantha was just something I couldn’t pronounce. It was through our mothers that Sammy and I met since our parents had been long time friends since they were both music producers. It was actually in the 1st grade that the two of us met our other long time friends Quincy and Maria. Sammy’s dad was a English teacher. Quincy’s parents were both lawyers and Maria’s parents on the other hand were both doctor's at the local hospital while my dad's a firefighter.
Now since both Sammy and I’s moms were both music producer we often traveled a lot with them as they traveled with their clients around Illea. Which was something I loved to do. It was because of that I developed the love of music I still have today. I’d been surrounded by music my whole life. Still am for that matter. I’ve been playing the piano since I was 6 had lessons from the age of 6-9 actually and in that time at the age of 7 I was also learning how to play the guitar. Sammy went to piano lessons with me as well, but choose not to learn the guitar when the first time she tried to play one she broke a few of the strings. It was actually my love of music that got me where I am today as a somewhat famous singer. See the first time Sammy’s mom, my surrogate aunt and also my mom’s best friend, heard me sing she decided she wanted to be my music producer. It took a little convincing but eventually she did it. So at the age of 13 I started performing my music.
Part Two
It was actually at the age of 13 when I started my music career as a singer mostly that my mom died. You see what happened was when it was confirmed that I was on track to possibly becoming a famous singer my family and I went out to dinner to celebrate. All of use except my mom that is. She told us she was staying home because she didn’t feel well. We offered to go another night when she was feeling better, but she insisted that all of us go. So we did. And we had a blast and I was so excited and well nervous as well. But that all went down the drain when we got home. See I was the one who found my mom lying dead in her bed surrounded by her own blood. To say I was in shock and completely horrified would be an understatement. I remember opening the bedroom door about to say something to her when I froze in the doorway my mouth still open to tell her how are night went and ask her how she was feeling. I couldn’t help but stare and not only her body which was still recognizable as her but barely since whoever had killed her had obviously used a knife to cut up her entire body head to toe. I also couldn’t take my eyes of the words above her bed obviously written in her own blood. Words that would haunt my nightmares and my waking life. Words that would be with me forever. Words that still haunted me everywhere I went. Words that said: “Tick tock, tick tock, the clock struck midnight and your time is up!” I don’t remember the rest of that night very well. Just that when the shock wore off I screamed and my dad, older brother and twin brother Lucas came running. My dad telling my older brother to keep my younger siblings away from here. Him telling Lucas to get me out of here while he called the cops. And the rest is a blur. The night, the funeral was all a blur. All I know is that the official cause of death was blood loss not the knife puncture to her heart and that the killer still hasn’t been found.
I continued on with my plan to be a singer. Yeah the gossip about what happened to the new famous 13 year singer was at an all time high. And when asked why I was continuing on with the career path I told people it was because my mom would have wanted me to. She wouldn’t have wanted me to just give up and quit. So even now my career is still going strong and I’m glad I didn’t quit because I love it and its definitely a great escape when I need one. So I travel when I need to with my surrogate aunt and my best friend, but still spend enough time at home with the rest of my friends and family.
Now I’m 17 and apart of the selection with no idea what's going to happen and to be honest I'm extremely nervous. I remember being young and asking my mom if she had ever been apart of one and her telling me no because at the time she wasn’t the right age and how she was glad she wasn’t because now she had us kids and my father. I asked her if she thought I should join the selection when I got older since even then I knew I’d have to chance and she told me to do what I wanted to do. I’ll be honest over the years I had kinda forgotten about the selection or more like forgotten I was the right age to participate in the selection. Well until my friends started talking about it and whether or not they were gonna participate. They had decided to try. It was through them that I actually decided to. Well after some convincing. At first I had been mostly against it because I hadn’t wanted to leave my family, but after my father telling me to participate only if I wanted to did I decide to. My twin brother Lucas though tried to talk me out of it. Not surprising since he’s always been overprotective of me even more so since mom was killed. When I stubbornly refused to be persuaded not to participate my twin decided he couldn't persuade me to change my mind so he left me alone. So now I am one of the selected and my friends have wished me good luck despite not being the selected for our province themselves.
Family:
Mom:Anastasia “Ana/Stasia” Bethany Johnson-Deceased[37]{9/10}
Dad:Alexander “Alex” James Johnson-Alive[37]{9/10}
Older Brother:Nicolas “Nico/Nic” Malachi Johnson-Alive[19]{7/10}
Twin Brother:Lucas James Johnson-Alive[17[{10/10}
Younger Brother: Theodore “Theo/Teddy” Jonathan Johnson-Alive[12]{10/10}
Youngest Brother:James “Jamie” William Johnson-Alive[8]{10/10}
Younger Sister:Artemis ”Bell” Isabelle Johnson-Alive[15]{10/10}
Youngest Sister:Melody “Mel” Nicolette Johnson-Alive[5]{10/10}
Sexuality:Panromantic-Bisexual
Relationship status:Single
Skills:
Singing{10/10}(view spoiler)
Dancing{10/10}(view spoiler)
Writing{9/10}(view spoiler)
Guitar{10/10}(view spoiler)
Piano{10/10}(view spoiler)
Cooking{7/10}(view spoiler)
Acting{8/10}(view spoiler)
Hiding Negative Emotions{10/10}(view spoiler)
Swimming{10/10}(view spoiler)
Hand-To-Hand Combat{8/10}(view spoiler)
Weaknesses:
Phobias(view spoiler)
Math(view spoiler)
Dealing with Negative Emotions(view spoiler)
Her Friends(view spoiler)
Her Family(view spoiler)
Phobias:
Arachnophobia-Fear of Spiders
Claustrophobia- Fear of confined places.
Apiphobia- Fear of bees
Cleithrophobia or Cleisiophobia- Fear of being locked in an enclosed place.
Eremophobia- Fear of loneliness
Autophobia-Fear of being Isolated/Unloved
Medical:
ADHD[Attention Deficit Hyper Disorder]
ODD[Oppositional Defiant Disorder]
Mild OCD[Obsessive Compulsive Disorder]
Dyslexia
Depression
Slight Anxiety
Habits:
Playing with her hair when nervous
Biting her bottom lip when it deep thought
Humming to herself when she’s bored or in the shower or writing
Tapping her fingers on a surface or her foot when she’s bored.
Appearance:
Hair:Dark brown almost black
Eyes:Bright Crystal Blue with a purplish tint.
Complexion:Tan
Weight:100lbs.
Height:5’0.
Favorite Colors: Blue, Green, Red and Purple
Favorite Flower: Roses & Lilies
Favorite Foods: Chocolate & Chicken
Favorite Constellation: Orion
Birthstone: Opal
Birth Sign: Libra
Birth Element: Air
Theme Song
Warrior-Demi Lovato
Wake Me Up-Avicii
Lullaby-Nickelback
If Today Was Your Last Day-Nickelback
I Was Here-Lady Antebellum
Other:Because of the murder of her mother Lily was diagnosed with severe depression at the age of thirteen after her first suicide attempt. From the age of thirteen to now Lily has attempted suicide five times. Along with the suicide Lily also cuts herself, mostly her wrists but most of the scars are unnoticeable unless you pay close attention to her wrist or know they're there. Along with her depression Lily was also diagnosed with slight anxiety that sometimes flares up but is mostly under control. One thing most people don't realize about Lily is that she blames herself for her mother's murder and tends to believe she isn't deserving of most things. She thinks highly of a vast majority of other people, but thinks badly of herself and despite what she appears to be she is rather lacking in self-confidence.
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"If you keep on believing, 
the dreams that you wish will come true."
Name: Valentine de' Medici
Nickname(s): Val
Age: 20
Birth Date: February Fourteenth
Gender: Female
Caste: Six; Works as a seamstress creating beautiful dresses at a local dress shop down the street from where she lives.
Home Providence: Calgary
Appearance:
Eye Color: Light Blue
Hair Color: Golden Blonde
Skin Tone: Ivory White
Height: 5’5 ft
Weight: 110 lb
Blood type: 0
Marks: none
Personality: Valentine is one of the hardest working girls you'll ever meet and is extremely passionate about her work for many reasons. Once she sets her mind to something she doesn't like giving up until the task is done. She often daydreams and loves to to take naps during the middle of the day. Val is very compassionate and no matter how little she has giving to people who have less than her is always the right choice. She loves to draw dress ideas and loves to star gaze at night. Since she is normally bubbling with positive energy unlike most lower caste people. She so has a thirst for knowledge making her very intelligent for being a six. Valentine loves to look up at the sky because her father taught her everything he knew about the night sky. She cherishes the moon and star necklace he gave her and always wears it. (view spoiler)
Likes: Drawing, Creating Beautiful Dresses, Astrology, Desserts, and Adventures
Dislikes: Rude People, Milk, Caste System, and Loud Sounds
Strengths: Artistic, Energetic, Loyal, Intelligent, and Compassionate
Weakness: Her Family, Cautious, Impulsive, Stubborn, and Naive
History: She was born in at their house because seeing a doctor would have cost too much money that they didn't have. Val was miracle to her parents since after many failed pregnancies they finally had a child who they could call their own. She was names after her grandmother who had worked as a housekeeper for the king, but she later died from old age. Her parents tried to give Val the best childhood as she grew up, but with now having another mouth to feed expenses were tight. Her father was killed in a car accident when she was ten years old and her mother who had been madly in love with her father went through a time of depression and grief after his death. Now with only one income coming in her mother had no choice, but take Valentine out of schooling and make her get a job at the same dress shop she worked for. Her passion was finally found in life since she had never been so good at something her whole life. Her mother and her became very close and they took care of each other. Hearing about the Selection Val decided to enter in at the idea that she could maybe find her one true love just like her mother and father had and if she didn't think he was the one she at least got money for her mother while she was away.
Family:
[Alive] (Mother) {39 years old} Catherine de' Medici
[Dead] (Father) Vincent de' Medici
Other:
"Like a butterfly in a storm,
life is full of goodbyes."
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