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Name: Jochebed Prudence Ross
Weight: 117 lbs
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Manner of Dress: Grey sneakers, black slacks, and plain-colored T-shirts with various pictures or slogans on them.
Innate Personality: Jaqua is a sensible girl and a hard worker. But she is upset with the world and feels alone most of the time. She relies too much on her own abilities.
Outward Personality: Jaqua can be stubborn and pushy. She has little empathy, so telling her why something isn't nice is meaningless. One must tell her why it is incorrect.
Favorite Thing: Jaqua values her brother the most, not that she would admit it. He is the only person left who she has close ties to.
Theme Song: It's So Easy Not to Try
Occupation: At the last place she lived before coming here, Jaqua had a part-time delivery job. She would collect packages from her boss and bike them right to the door of the customer. Unfortunately, her boss was busted for drug dealing, and she lost the job.
Hobbies: Basket-weaving, ping-pong, hiking, and reading.
Bad Habits: Belittling her superiors, refusing to admit her mistakes, and poor posture.
Favorite Color: Teal
Background: Jochebed and Jonah were the children of Barret Ross and Susan Young. Their parents were religious and named them after Bible characters. But Jochebed has always hated her name, insisting that Moses's mother had a stupid boys' name, and insists on being called Jaqua, which is a much fancier name and obviously feminine. Her life was rather uneventful until she was 11 years old, when her world crumbled.
Barret and Susan left the kids home with a babysitter while they went to a charity ball at a nearby city, planning not to be home until late. The next day Jaqua and Jonah received news that a drunk driver had swerved into their parents' car on the interstate, knocking it over the guardrail. Neither parent survived. It was suggested that the two kids be placed with relatives, who were then contacted. But Susan's family all lived in Canada. Barret had two brothers, but one lived in a 1-room apartment and the other already had 7 kids and said he couldn't possibly take on two more. So Jaqua and Jonah were placed in foster care.
The first family they lived with had a boy Jonah's age and a younger girl. But the boys didn't get along very well, and Jaqua seemed to think it was fun to tell the little girl the goriest Bible stories in great detail, so they were sent away after a year. The second foster home was just an old couple with an empty nest. This place lasted almost two years, during which time Jaqua was beset by puberty. The couple found they just weren't up to the stress of raising two kids who weren't theirs, including some crazy hormones, so they resigned from the program.
The last foster home lasted the longest. The couple had had an only child, who had just left for college. They were determined to make a positive impact on the set of orphans by providing a structured environment. It was obvious to Jaqua and Jonah that they were viewed as a charity case, and this made Jaqua bitter. She pushed boundaries and talked back. The couple had to keep making more rules for the kids because if there wasn't a rule against it, and it was obviously wrong, Jaqua would try it just to get on their nerves. There was no love in that house, only regulations. Finally, the wife concluded that Jaqua was a "demon child" and suggested the kids be taken off their hands. So Jaqua and Jonah were sent to Eagle Mountain Boarding Lodge.
Past Relations: Jonah Temperance Ross (Superfly) is her younger brother. Nobody likes to split up siblings, so the two stayed together through three foster homes and now the Eagle Mountain Boarding Lodge.
Name: Thomas Aurellius
Alias: None, but Bad-Ass McGee works...just kidding.
Height: 6' 'Merica
Weight: 170 lbs
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Bright Blue
Physical Description: Athletic, broad shouldered, not bulky or overly muscly. (More of a boxer than a roided up lineman) Light tan.
Manner of Dress: T-shirts and jeans for the most part, though he does have a pseudo-leather jacket he loves to wear.
Innate Personality: Wanting nothing more than to do good and make others happy, even at his own detriment.
Outward Personality: Just a "nice guy" attitude mixed with a little bit of a joker.
Favorite Thing: Knowing he's done good, as for material, it would be the pendant he's always wearing around his neck.
Theme Song: Just had too, haha.
Hobbies: Hang with friends, make others laugh/happy, write stories, and boxing.
Bad Habits: Can get over-emotional/over-protective in certain cases. Takes things personally when things don't go right. Hopeless romantic.
Favorite Color: Blue
Background: What is there to tell? He's been bouncing around from foster care to foster care his entire life, but now he's ended up here. He's not sure how long he'll be staying at this one, but he promises himself to make the most of it. The only semblance of his past lies in the pendant he wears at all times, but he himself is unsure of its meaning as its purpose is lost in the shuffle of his memories. Even though he's faced so many hardships and sad times, Thomas has taken it upon himself to make sure none of the other foster care kids feel the same way, as he can't bear the thought of others in pain or upset. As far as he's concerned, it's his duty as one of the older boys to actually help the younger ones and try to keep a semblance of "home" at their current place of residence.
Past Relations: None
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Name: Ivan Nikita
Alias: None, for now
Weight: 178 pounds
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Physical Description: He is of largish-medium build, has light colored skin, that tans hardly ever, his hair is usually of medium length that is slightly disheveled, he has a tattoo of Yggdrasill on his left shoulder (I was going to use an eagle like I normally do, but considering the thread), and his facial features are of no real consequence, his nose is slightly hawk shaped, but nothing really.
Manner of Dress: Just a t-shirt, hoodie or jacket, khaki-cargo fatigues, tactical-waterproof-forced entry boots (a style he got from his father), and his fathers dog tags.
Innate Personality: A good kid at heart, his father had taught him to do things right, but he loves fun, and that sometimes gets him into trouble. Heís still sad about his dadís death, but thatís life eh.
Outward Personality: He hates assholes and bullies. (Being slightly bigger than most kids he had was never messed with by bullies, but sometimes picked a fight for the smaller man (rarely)). Other than that he respects authority (again most of the time), feels that people need to earn his respect. He enjoys life sometimes a little too much and that can get him into trouble.
Favorite Thing: His dadís dog tags, a reminder of what choices to make.
Theme Song: Canít think of one.
Occupation: He had a job, but foster care kept moving him, and thus new job, or no job.
Hobbies: Hiking, shooting (before his dad died), lifting, and life
Bad Habits: When he snaps, he snaps. Sarcastic comments to almost anything.
Favorite Color: None, maybe green.
He led an uneventful life until age 12. His father was a Navy Seal and his mother had died before he really knew her. He lived with his Aunt while his father was away; which was most of the time, but he never resented the man for it. His Aunt loved him, but he kept on getting in trouble at school for stupid things. A snide remark to a teacher, fighting with people who attack him, and just general day to day occurrences. He always ended up getting caught or blamed for something due to his bigger size, and general personality. Yet all this changed when he turned 12. A month or so after his Birthday they got word that his father had died in the line of duty. This was a shock, but he thought he could deal with it; though sadly, his Aunt didnít. Seeing an opportunity to get rid of him since she had recently found a man, she took it, and he was placed into foster care.
His first family lived relatively near where his aunt lived, so he was still able to go to the same school. It was at school that the real trouble began. Some punk thought it would be funny to say something about his fatherís death. The boy had to be rushed to the hospital with internal injuries and several broken bones. Ivan had been expelled from school and the foster family didnít want to deal with him. His next home was with a younger couple who wanted children, but weren't able to have them. They legitimately loved Ivan and he discovered he could love them too. He stayed with them for a few years and finished his sophomore year without incident, but at an end of the year party, several people were caught with drugs, and Ivan being a fairly big kid was accused of also doing drugs. The young couple thought he was a druggy and decided that he was not for them. So back into the system he went.
His third home had a kid his age. The boy was roughly his size and during the summer they got along fine. When school started though, he realized that this was one of those popular kids. The first day Junior year, the boys friends had attached themselves to Ivan. He became the center of attention, but that did sit well with his foster brother. Angry that Ivan had stolen the spotlight his foster brother started to spread tales to his parents. About how Ivan was doing drugs, having sex. He basically described himself (the foster brother), but the parents bought it, and decided that Ivan was not a good example for their kid.
Back into the system he went, but this time he would be going to Eagle Mountain Boarding Lodge.
Past Relations: None that I can think of
Miscellaneous: Why hello there. If you think anything is out of whack please let me know and I can fix it. Thanks.
Last edited by Vorpe; 03-07-2013 at 07:28 PM. Reason: Updato, had to.
I am considering rebooting Margaeth, this time with a more developed plan--which I have come up with- That is all.
Name: Donny Ferguson
Alias: Don, Dubs
Weight: 112 lbs
Hair Color: Sandy Brown
Eye Color: Grayish Auburn
Physical Description: Donny's a skinny kid with gangly limbs, just your average teenager growing into his body. He has about the muscle mass of most girls his age and some would say the same haircut. His hair is long for a boy his age and curly, fraying and frizzing most of the time, probably because it's covered more often than not. It remains unkempt and falls where it lies, and sometimes if it covers his face he won't move it. The freckles that cover his face don't help him look any manlier, either. Regardless, he has a farmer's tan from spending most of his days outside in the Arizona sun, probably where the freckles came from, too. He has a piercing beak of a nose and his eyes are always half-closed as he fantasizes throughout the day. They appear more dead to the world than they are windows to the soul, though.
Manner of Dress: The kid can usually be found wearing some type of hat, beanie, helmet, or other kind of headgear. He prefers to layer his clothing, using an unzipped hooded jacket or collared shirt to cover a simple T-shirt, both normally with logos or patterns. He has fallen subject to the fads of the kids his age and wears skinny or ripped jeans, sometimes both, with poofy skater shoes. Prefers lighter tones over darker ones.
Innate Personality: Don thinks. A lot. He's not very good at it, but he comes up with pearls of wisdom now and then. He's a free spirit that sees things in the simplest of lights and doesn't think things through past Step 1. Like many foster children he has his share of problem but deals with them by ignoring them or running away from them. He believes in peace and fairness even when the outcome is extremely ridiculous, like divvying up a room in half to determine who gets what side. For most things, he can take them or leave them, but he has no tolerance for fighting and hostility.
Outward Personality: He's a space cadet. Donny likes to daydream quite often and he comes up with the weirdest thoughts when he snaps back to reality for the brief moments he does. Very easygoing, he's generally agreeable and likes to make friends with people that others don't. He doesn't pick fights and he'll avoid conflicts of any kind at all costs, usually by ignoring the aggressor or leaving the scene. He tries to be funny, but his jokes are corny or normally too abstract or strange for people to laugh at. Has a tendency to fade into the wallpaper when in large groups.
Favorite Thing: A ragged, flannel shirt. It's his absolute favorite shirt and it's extremely comfy and broken in.
Theme Song: The Shard
Occupation: Cosmonaut :P
Hobbies: Biking, daydreaming, PSP, smoking the ganja
Bad Habits: Tendency to space out at inopportune times, doesn't think things through, chewing with his mouth open, actually enjoys dubstep
Favorite Color: Brick Red
Background: Donny Ferguson never new his parents. He was given up for adoption by Jenny Ferguson, a single mother, less than six months after he was born when she couldn't afford to keep him. Growing up in his early childhood in Phoenix, Arizona he showed boatloads of zeal and energy that seem to have faded over the years, but it was evident that his mind was a strange place to be. He much preferred to play outside and explore the wide world of Phoenix than make friends with the other children, but he was popular with the other foster children. The only time he came back to the orphanage was to eat, sleep, and play on the Playstation 2 for a few hours. It became such a normal occurrence that the guidance counselors eventually gave up forbidding him to go and desperately looking for him whenever he disappeared, relying on him to come back home everyday. He always did after a while, none the worse for wear. Donny generally never stayed in one spot for long when it came to anything, including foster parents.
While Donny was blessed with a positive outlook on life, he was cursed with horrific luck. He was first adopted when he was five years old, but unfortunately for him, it was to get another tax break and welfare check. The same thing happened with his birth mother and he was given up when he was seven, sent back to the very same orphanage. He was adopted again before his next birthday to a loving home, but more unfortunately was the manner in how he returned to a different orphanage. Around six months after being adopted for the second time, his new home's pilot light ignited a gas line, lighting his house on fire. Out of a mother, a father, and a little brother, he was the sole survivor of the blaze. Like the previous orphanage, he made a name for himself as "the kid who's always going off on his own" and even made a friend that would come with him, a girl his age. But it wouldn't last. He was adopted for an unlucky third time when he was eleven and in middle school. An older couple witnessed how he had bounced from foster home to foster home, and after hearing his sob story decided to give him a family once more, praying things would be different. Donny was taken away from his friends again and sent to yet another home for almost a year. But before the year was up, his foster mother was killed in a car accident in a head-on collision with a drunk driver. Not long after that, his foster father committed suicide over grief.
Donny was sent to his last orphanage before coming to Eagle Mountain Boarding Lodge. This time, he didn't make as many friends as he usually did. Most foster children would be lashing out at this point, but not Donny. Over the years, Donny's energy faded and left a passive dreamer that really doesn't do much but pal around outside and eat tons of food. His truancy from school could be seen as a symptom, however, and he was constantly late if not completely absent. He made himself into the class clown when he entered high school at the ripe young age of fourteen. People would laugh at his antics and spaciness, however involuntary and common. He found peers in the stoner crowd and began to smoke weed as well, which the orphanage began to see as a problem in addition to playing hooky. When his grades took a nose-dive from their already low standings, he was referred to the Eagle Mountain Boarding Lodge and slapped on a Greyhound with a backpack and instructions of what buses to take and when.
Past Relations: Working something out with Base4.
Miscellaneous: Has a big appetite and eats junk food constantly but never seems to gain any weight. Knowledgeable about multiple religions for some reason. Afraid of dogs. Uses a strange syntax, implementing words unheard of for a boy his age, such as "far out" and "rad". A bit of a hipster and hates technology (outside of videogames), with a specific dislike of internet memes.
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Name: Jenna Fallhills
Height: 161 cm
Weight: 55 kg
Hair Color: Chestnut Brown
Eye Color: Hazelnut Brown
Physical Description: Jenna has a slightly stocky, but curvy frame for someone her age, with light olive skin and Caucasian facial features. She often keeps her straight hair to shoulder-length, held down with either a hairpin or a headband.
Manner of Dress: Jenna tends to go for unisex fashion with jeans being her staple outfit. She isn't adverse to skirts and dresses, but she prefers to go out in something comfortable and she dislikes anything form-fitting with the exception of leggings and stockings. She always wears a jade ring on her right ring finger except when she was taking a shower or exercising.
Innate Personality: By nature, Jenna is clumsy and her physical coordination, or lack thereof, tends to show itself when she least wants it. She is innately kind, making her averse to violence, and drawn to people with opposite personalities to hers.
Outward Personality: Jenna is eager to meet new people and get to know them as much as she could without being overly energetic or intrusive. She gives off a happy, cheerful smile to help ease tension amongst others, but that shy smile sometimes hide something that's not as happy and cheerful as her smile.
Favorite Thing: A jade ring given to her by her late foster mother. It was supposed to be passed down from mother to daughter through family generations. She gave it her Jenna instead because she loved her and considered her her own daughter despite not being blood-related.
Theme Song: (I'll see if I can find something other than this one, but for now...)
Hobbies: Strolling, Singing, Stargazing
Bad Habits: She often can't say 'no' and is kind to the point of being easily manipulated.
Favorite Color: Spiceberry
Background: Jenna was a single daughter to an upper-class family who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. While it didn't inflate her ego in the slightest and she was always eager to play and share with other children rich and poor, the same couldn't be said for her mother who used to work as a barista before she married her rich father. Said man was a senior executive in a big company who dabbled with stocks as a 'hobby' and Jenna often innocently wondered how her father seemed to have an endless supply of money, capable of buying her mother a lot of jewelries, luxurious shoes and new cars every 6 months.
Then came along a catastrophic crash of the stock market and the revelation that her father was involved in bribing officials and corporate financial corruption. Unable to cope with the fact that her life was lavished with what was essentially stolen money, Jenna's mother divorced him, but neither adults were eager to take on the responsibility of raising their only child. As a result, Jenna was dumped into government custody. She was eight at the time.
Jenna was relatively lucky to be placed into a foster home of a mature-age couple whose sons had married and moved away, but when her foster mother passed away of old age, her old foster father had no choice but to send her back to the foster system. Her breakthrough came when she was selected to be sent to Eagle Mountain Boarding Lodge and Jenna hoped that it would provide a much-needed change for her life.
Past Relations: None
Miscellaneous: Jenna is naturally ambidextrous.
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Name: Jonah Temperance Ross
Weight: 165 lbs
Hair Color: Dark hair
Eye Color: Dark eyes
Physical Description: Jonah has pale skin with drowsy eyes. He is very lanky, with little muscle on his body. He has hit a growth spurt and seems to keep getting taller. His hair is often messy and wild, sometimes having a life of its own.
Manner of Dress: Jonah usually dresses in jeans and boots, wearing a grey, dark blue or white t-shirt with crazy designs.
Innate Personality: Jonah rarely voices negative emotions he feels, but secretly judges people from inside and even is very angry at the people he claims to love. He never really got the help he needed to get beyond his parent’s death and is scared one day he will lose his sister. He does not believe in the afterlife or god himself, but chooses not to voice this in case it hurts his sister.
Outward Personality: Jonah is largely indifferent to the world around him. He has learned to keep his opinions to himself and seems to have a firm grasp of his emotions ever since he seemingly got over the death of his parents.
Favorite Thing: A deck of cards
Bad Habits: Gambling and losing.
Favorite Color: Teal
Jonah’s parents died when he was nine. He remembered his sister's face when they heard the news and that image has haunted him ever since. Jochebed’s face confirmed everything a young Jonah was trying to understand—that faith wasn’t enough to believe in heaven. Simply believing didn’t make anything a reality. Since that day Jonah has slowly opened his eyes to the evil of religion. They took money and intimidated people with a higher power to scare them into living a controlled life. He despised it, but for the sake of his sister he has never voiced this.
He and his sister moved from home to home, trying to find a place to belong. Just as Jonah got comfortable his sister did something that made their current foster parents question their sanity. Whether it was her religious views or her mild tantrums eventually they would be forced to leave and find a new home.
Past Relations: Jochebed Prudence Ross (AAB) is his sister.
Name: Callie Jones
Hair Color: light auburn
Eye Color: greenish blue
Physical Description: She has pale skin but does tend to tan more in the summer.She's got quite an athletic figure but always has done. Her hair goes a few inches past her shoulders and is wavy if left natural; she likes to put it up in different styles and it gives her a lot of pride when people comment on it
Manner of Dress: Her wardrobe is pretty standard really, she likes to dress according to her mood and owns a few vintage items. In summer she likes to wear pretty dresses and things but really she loves nothing more than to lay around in her pj's. Oddly though she doesn't wear sportwear unless she's actually doing a sport, she doesn't have anything against it it's just how she is.
Innate Personality: Being able to trust people close to her means everything, she'll sometimes second guess things or read to much into what people say but mostly shes happy and just getting on with life. She does really cling to her friends, just because she's insecure and often worries everyone will leave her, she tries not to show it though because she thinks if you wear your heart on your sleeve people are just going to stab it.
Outward Personality: She's quite out going and sarcastic and takes things lightly, though growing up in the system did make her quite defensive and she'll say if she doesn't think somethings right. The way she reacts to things can vary greatly however depending on how she regards and respects the person.
Favorite Thing: Her little ammonite fossil she found at the beach when she was younger. The beach is her favorite place in the entire world; she went there when she was in her second foster home; it was the only holiday she ever had and she associates it with nothing but happy memories. The ammonite is the only thing she brought home
Theme Song: I don't have one... Yet
Hobbies: She likes running and kick boxing, but also enjoys beauty related things and reading.
Bad Habits: Telling people what they want to hear, it's just what she's always done to get out of therapy sessions and became a bit of a habit. Her over thinking things also sometimes causes conflict.
Favorite Color: Yellow
Background: Her mother had her way to young and she constantly moved in with different men, finally when she was 2 her mother gave her up because she "couldn't cope." She was then fostered short term by a woman who only adopts under 5's but she doesn't have much memory of her. When she was 4 she moved in with a middle class couple who couldn't have kids of their own, they did truly love her and brought her up with good manners but the foster arrangement failed 4 years later when her foster mothers mother got ill and had to live with them. Ultimately they were under to much stress but Callie didn't take it very well feeling abandoned. She was very quickly moved with new foster parents, veteran foster parents who often fostered kids till they were 18, however Callie didn't like the school or the other kids so it was destined to fail from the beginning. The kids laughed at her "posh" accent and that caused fights among them. In fairness they did try for two years but after a few trips to A&E they got rid of her because she was a threat to the other children and vice versa. Once she had that label other families didn't want her and any that did broke down through arguments, so she has mostly lived at group homes until now.
Past Relations: nope
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Name: Ava Abigail Neeshir
Height: About 4' 7"
Weight: 93 lb scrawny, just skin and bones
Hair Color: Platinum blond
Eye Color: Pale blue
Physical Description: pale skin that turns bright pink frequently from sunburns. She keeps her hair shoulder length and a little ratty just out of habit with a very simple haircut so that you can save that $10 bucks that would normally go toward Great Clips. She does not wear makeup because it is "EXPENSIVE!" even the cheap stuff. However, she has been known to sneak some away and wear it only on special occasions. She is scrawny and mostly looks like a walking bobble-head. She has not matured into puberty very gracefully with acne spots cropping up here and there from her poor diet and hygiene. She keeps her teeth impeccable, sometimes brushing five times a day (just with a toothbrush she has had forever.)
If you look hard, or she is heavily sunburned, you can see some small scars on her head, face, and chest. She does nothing to conceal them, and observation doesn't seem to bother her. Most of them show as small white lines.
Manner of Dress: Ava prefers denim of all kinds, and prefers shorts because "Heck, that's what you do with old jeans, right?" She hates t-shirts, preferring button-ups, but rarely has any. Her clothes are old and aged, mostly worn out by the time she got them.
Innate Personality: INFP/INTP the subject is clever, secretive, and has a bit of a devious nature. She holds an underlying hostility (possibly leveled at herself) but does not directly show it. Often times this will exhibit itself through her destructive nature, breaking things just to break them, scratching or vandalizing furniture, and pyromania. She has a sarcastic edge covered up with good acting making her capable of insulting someone without seeming to. She also uses metaphor to say what is on her mind without danger of getting in trouble.
Ava has a deep routed and complex fantasy life. At fourteen years of age she still keeps imaginary friends (though she keeps it very hidden) and her observations of the world almost always connect to this. Strangely she does not envision rescue by an ideal individual, and becomes aggravated when the subject is addressed.
Outward Personality: Her life is one of imagination, creating artwork, telling stories, poetry is one of her favorite things. This is maybe a little too much considering that she is so engrossed in it that others find it difficult to make connections. She is what she is, and she is up-front about it. She always speaks her mind and rarely conforms to social norms calling them "stupid." As she can dish it out, she does not take criticism very well causing her to snap into an emotional fit even though equal treatment has been given.
Favorite Thing: Ava has many small drawing books, the most important to her is the one she is currently working on. These are all of the same topic... fantasy. Dragons, fairy, princesses, knights, swords, roses, and whatnot. Scattered here and there between the mediocre craftsmanship are bits of writing and poems.
Theme Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E0LDt...GqzHLWy66EsCr_
Hobbies: Role playing games, burning things in a fire, movies, picking wax candles with her fingernails, cutting up things with scisors.
Bad Habits: Vindictive, has a big mouth
Favorite Color: Red
Officially, the record lists Jacob "Jake" Black (father of Ava Neeshir) as deceased while serving time in prison for armed robbery. Jake Black suffered from stomach cancer until it took his life. The family was appropriated upon the advanced stage of the cancer and the terminal diagnosis. The family (only a daughter) was brought to the prison too late; from discovery of the condition to death was 72 hours. The bleeding of the stomach caused massive internal hemorrhaging. Autopsy suggests that extensive alcohol use could have been a contributing factor. The daughter is adamant that Mr. Black is still alive and hiding. There is currently no investigation opened at this time due to autopsy reports and proper identification.
-Idaho State Department of Corrections. (2 years ago)
Amy Neeshir, female caucasion, blond, blue eyes. 26. Deceased. Single car DUI on a rural road in back-woods Idaho. Posthumous toxicology report shows a blood alcohol level of a .12
Witnesses: James Carol testifies to the "vehicle going right off the road instead of following the curve." The incident occurred at 8:45 AM. Carol called 911 but cellphone reception was poor and the call lost. Police and medical personnel were dispatched.
While being under the legal limit, the investigation of the wreck is consistent with those of a higher blood alcohol level. In the vehicle was a young girl of 4 years old who was brought to Mercy Medical Center with moderate lacerations to the head, face, neck, and chest. She was drifting in and out of consciousness until medical personnel arrived. The child was identified shortly after her arrival at Mercy as Ava Neeshir by a her biological father Jacob "Jake" Black who was discharged into his custody after her recovery at Mercy Medical Center.
-Coeur D'Alene Police report (10 years ago)
In her own words, "My mom died in a car crash, with me in the car. Thanks mom... That's what these scars are from; you can barely see them now. The window broke and cut my face, gashed my head, but there was a deep one on my chest. I'm ugly now, I know people say they can't even see them, or that they are so small they didn't even notice. But I still can see them, I can feel them, they have cut out my soul. My dad couldn't leave fast enough. I think I was out of the hospital about a year before he ditched me to go stick a gun in someone's face. Jerk! Who needs him? So I grew up as white trash, dirty, hungry, ignorant, looking out for myself. I was a bandit, one of those lord of the flies kinda kid. That's foster care for you, especially in Idaho. It was my dungeon. They tried to hand me off to a bunch of fools looking to pick up a kid just to give themselves a pat on the back. I wasn't much for it, so I told them what I think of them. I could tell they despised me, really, I knew they just wanted some kid to play by their rules. I know because I understand that nobody wants me, nobody cares. So they sent me here, the pharaoh's tomb."
Past Relations: Other than a long list of foster care parents (some connected to the government and military) she has no connections whatsoever. There are extended family, but none willing or able to take her. She is the ideal candidate with no record of running away, and a general compliance. Adjustment might be a little difficult. Anger in patients might be unavoidable, therefore the candidacy of Ava is prime considering her victim mentality and lack of action when enraged.
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Name: Cole Cadwell
Alias: None. At least, for now.
Height: 5 feet, 10 inches.
Weight: 160 lbs.
Hair Color: I'm actually colorblind, but I'm guessing a very dark brown or black.
Eye Color: ...Green? Green.
Physical Description:(The kid may look familiar, but I think he fits the character well.)
Manner of Dress: Cole normally wears baggy pants and plain white shirts along with his favorite hooded jacket. He never really wears shorts unless it's terribly hot out. His shoes are some old Nike sneakers that he's had since he was fourteen. There really isn't much more to add here, considering he's not much of a flashy dresser.
Innate Personality: If you're familiar with the studies of Sigmund Freud, Cole's innate personality would be that of the Ego: balanced. He always thinks before acting and is quite clever. If you are familiar with the Alignment System, Cole would fall under Chaotic Good. Simply put, he has good intentions, but will not necessarily follow the rules. He is mostly an introvert.
Outward Personality: Cole remains quiet around other people upon the first meeting. If he befriends someone, he will obviously talk a bit more. It's not because he is uncomfortable, but because he just doesn't find the need to talk. He is fun loving and will insist on doing things, it doesn't matter if a friend will accompany him or not. He often likes to wander and be left alone with his thoughts.
Favorite Thing: Clichť alert: a slightly burnt up photo depicting a younger Cole and his two parents. He doesn't keep it on his character at all times, but he values it above all his other possessions.
Theme Song: I would probably just put a generic dubstep song on here. EDIT: Actually, I'm doing just that.
Hobbies: Walking, wandering, and shooting around with a basketball.
Bad Habits: If he decides he does not like someone, he will tend to take passive-aggressive actions toward them. He also can get lost on his walks, cracks his knuckles, and his introverted nature can ruin some friendships.
Favorite Color: Black.
Background: Cole was the first child born to Kate and Bryan Cadwell in the small town of Villa, Idaho. He was a normal, happy, fun loving child, and his parents were completely happy. Anyway, it was around Christmas time. Cole was 12 years old at the moment. Mrs. Cadwell loved to adorn the house with lights and candles to get everyone in the holiday spirit. She was never very cautious with the candles, unfortunately. On Christmas Eve, Cole got up in the middle of the night to go downstairs. Some friends at school have been telling him that Santa Claus wasn't real. He was wandering down the stairs and accidentally knocked over a candle, sending it flying onto some nearby window drapes.
The fire spread quickly. Cole was terrified. He hurried up the stairs and woke up his parents, warning them about the fire. Their parents, now on alert, got up and ran to the stairs. By then, the fire had almost reached the bottom of the stairs and was spreading around the house at a terrifying rate. His father picked up Cole and screamed at his wife to call to police. He promised he would come back for her. Mr. Cadwell ran down the stairs and Mrs. Cadwell ran back into the room to grab the phone that was in there. Meanwhile, Mr. Cadwell avoided the flames and found the front door, coughing, and opened it, running out. He set Cole down on the grass. After making sure he was okay, Mr. Cadwell ran back inside the burning house.
He came to the bottom of the stairs to see it was blocked by flames. Mrs. Cadwell, at the top, screamed down that she had called the fire department. Mr. Cadwell insisted that she climb out the window, but she yelled back that she'd never make it. He screamed back that it was better to be injured than to be dead. Mrs. Cadwell, coughing, kept insisting that it was okay and he should leave her there as the flames began to engulf the stairs.
I don't want to write a novella. Long story short, Cole had wandered back into the house in his young ignorance and save the presents. Mr. Cadwell had to sacrifice himself to save Cole as the house collapsed and the firefighters arrived. The firefighters managed to salvage the aforementioned picture before having Child Services take a now troubled, ash-covered orphan away to his new life.
Past Relations: I'll say none, for now.
Miscellaneous: Nothing I can think of that's worth mentioning.
Last edited by Blitz; 03-06-2013 at 08:17 PM.