Name: Mirabella
Age: 17
Race: Human
Bio: Mira grew up in England with her mother and father and was a very happy child. She was taught well by her mother, who taught her how to read and write. And behind closed doors, she used to watch her mother and father dance. They would spin about the living room and even sometimes Mira herself would join in, standing on her father's feet and dance with him like that. It was fun and made her overjoyed every time they danced. But of course, no one could know they were dancing, as it was extremely frowned upon. When she turned twelve her family moved to the settlement in the new America, and Mira stayed to herself, only really ever speaking to her parents. A year after moving to the settlement, her mother died of a sickness that had spread throughout the village, leaving just she and her father. As she grew older, men took interest in her and many tried to convince her father to wed her to them or their sons. For the longest time her father refused, but as he grew older, he finally agreed to one persons proposal Thus she was engaged to the son of the town judge. Still, her father, although agreeing to the engagement, also stated that the wedding would not take place until her eighteenth birthday. They agreed to this. The only problem was that not too long after she turned 17 her father died by falling off a ladder. Thankfully, even though her father was dead, the agreement stated in place, though she was forced to move in with her fiance. Almost immediately after she moved in with him, the abuse started and Mira withdrew herself even more, almost never leaving the house. Still, that didn't stop her from grasping what little happiness she had left in her. She would sneak into the woods every night, away from the sight of everyone, and dance just as she remembered watching her parents do as a child. This made her happy, and brought back good memories of her parents. Only it was there in the woods dancing, that was she caught by the preachers son.
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Other: She has a soft spot for animals. Often she feels like she gets along better with them than people, thus her reasoning behind talking to the mouse in the forest.

Name: Ebenezer Stone
Age: 23
Race: Human
Bio: Born in England of Puritan stock, his father Praise-God Stone and mother Tace were among the first settlers in the Bay area. A preacher, Reverend Stone found quite the calling in this new land where the proper word of God could be brought to the savages therein, and where he might serve as a bulwark against temptation to his fellow Christians. Indeed, upon his arrival he discovered that he had quite the influence! Almost as much as a judge and more than most aldermen! Ebenezer was groomed in his father's footsteps from those early days. The preacher's son was expected to become a preacher himself! So it was that after only a few years among the townsfolk, Ebenezer was shipped back overseas for study at the tender age of sixteen. His head was crammed full of puritanical ideals, influenced heavily by Calvinistic teachings in Scotland and even some Lutheran studies in the Netherlands. At the age of twenty, he set sail once more for the Bay to rejoin his ailing father and mother. He did not arrive until three years later, just after the death of his mother from illness. The man would not speak of whatever it was that had delayed him, simply asserting that the delay was unavoidable and that he had been in no position to even attempt communication. The townsfolk took the idea in their own head that he had been mistreated at the hands of Catholics, or even more sinisterly, the Church of England. Whatever he had endured, it showed upon his face. He was still a handsome man, but his eyes were sunken as were his cheeks, almost as though he had been ill himself or suffered from some great hardship. Stranger still was his tendency towards shaving, telling his father and all those who asked him that he regarded such things as beards and mustaches as mere vanity, citing the amount of time men spent curling and waxing said facial hair. After all, were not the despited Anabaptists and Mennonites known for their beards? This was met with some careful thought until an alderman pointed out that Quakers, too, shaved. This brought Ebenezer no friends. His father now an ailing and venomous man with poison in his words, Ebenezer took to quiet study while taking over the family's accounts. The burden of farming and hunting he took to as well, for his sire only desired gruel and thin tea now. Praise-God had made a mess of their fortunes after the death of his wife. Now, Ebenezer slept little. He stayed up late at night, drawing up accounts and writing by the window so that all could see by oil light that he was an industrious man.

Another picture of her.

Those blue eyes are incredibly haunting...

:) Thats why I picked her to pose as Mirabella. She has that pretty old timey look and those eyes add depth to her and innocence to her appearance. Though it doesn't seem like her eyes is all Ebeneezer is interested in haha XD

Posted finally!!! Sorry it took so long was studying for midterms and took them yesterday. I'm finally free!!!