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Name: Dr. Megan Pendragon
Aliases: Meg
Age: 25
Birthday: July 17th
Ethnicity: British-American
Fairytale Parents: King Arthur and Queen Guinevere
Birth Place: Wichita, Kansas
Gender: Female
Occupation: Junior Medical Examiner
Languages: English

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Height: 5'3"
Weight: 140 pounds
Body Type: Athletic
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Dark Brown (Naturally Blonde)
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Pierced Ears; Semi-Colon Tattoo (Left Wrist)
Personal Style: Megan wears her hair down, dying it regularly to keep her blonde roots from showing. She's never really felt like a blonde and thanks to her parents being doctors, it was never too expensive to go to the salon to get it fixed up. She wears earrings all the time, rotating between a pair of simple hoops and then something a bit edgier - such as skulls, coffins, or ghosts. As far as fashion goes, she typically wears a black long sleeve blouse, dark wash jeans, and Doc Martens. At work, she'll have her lab coat on top of this, with a pair of headphones in her pockets and black latex gloves.

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Inquisitive * Unsettling * Patient * Dark * Meticulous * Blunt

Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: To be succinct, Megan is a goth. She spends her day working with corpses to attempt to determine the cause of death, she wears skull earrings, and her general demeanor suits Halloween better than any other time of year. Her personality is well suited for scientific pursuits, as she is able to go through tedious experiments without wanting to rip her hair out. She has the self control and the strength to sit in a quiet room, just waiting. Additionally, she is naturally curious, always wondering about the laws of the universe and how to manipulate things to get a desired outcome. She adores a methodical approach with controls.

Of course, many people find her company to be unnerving. It may be because she will casually talk about unsolved murder cases and disappearances in ordinary conversation - dropping in statistics about the differences in crime rates in the summer versus the winter. Or perhaps it is because she was a champion fencer in college and could likely skewer them with a broom. Her unsettling aura likely also arises from her candidness - she doesn't lie. If she hates you, she makes that clear - and if you bore her, then she isn't going to waste her time. She's a bit creepy, but that's just how she is. She isn't going to change that about herself for anyone.

Habits: Tugging on her hair, biting her lip
Hobbies: Fencing
Fears:

• Being Buried Alive
• Cancer
• Lobotomies

Likes:

• Bugs
• Unsolved Mysteries
• Horror Novels
• Movies
• Escape Rooms
• Puzzles

Dislikes:

• Dresses
• Formal Dances
• Cigarettes
• Driving
• Swans
• Public Speaking

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General Skills:

• Drawing
• Forensic Pathology
• Forensic Science
• Driving (Car)
• Chemistry
• Medical Science

Combat Skills:

• Fencing
• Self-Defense

What Do They Carry On Them:

• Clothing - Black knit sweater, dark washed jeans, Doc Martens, black overcoat, skull earrings
• Purse/Wallet - M.E. Badge, ID, debit card, credit card, $30 cash
• iPhone
• Medical Examiner Kit
• Water Bottle
• Agatha Christie Novella
• Keys (Car, House, Lab)
• Pepper Spray

Possessions In At Home:

• Fencing Equipment
• Diplomas
• Black Cat (Wednesday)
• Black Volkswagen Beetle
• Unsolved Mystery Novels
• Pathology Reference Books
• Childhood Dream Diary
• Current Journal
• Emergency First Aid Kit
• Laptop

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Biography: Megan was adopted by a pair of doctors unable to have a child. They had tried just about everything and had resigned themselves to the fact that short of a medical miracle, adoption was going to be the only way to bring a child into their home. They had intended to go adopt a baby, but they just felt drawn to the little girl with blonde braids and took her home with them. And since they expected her to become a doctor as well, they didn't change Megan's last name - they didn't need another Dr. Montgomery in the household, it was confusing enough already.

Her parents provided a loving household for Megan, but they were also relentless. She had to compete in some sort of sport or participate in an activity, and the only one she showed a remote interest in was fencing, so they paid for her to have private lessons after school three times a week. Each summer, she was sent to at least five different camps, all ranging from different STEM subjects. They worried that she might be troubled, since she was adopted, so she had to attend counseling sessions once a week. In high school, she had to take every AP class offered, even if it didn't interest her. She ended up graduating two years early. And when it came time for college, they used their connections to get Megan into an accelerated program that combined undergrad and medical school into just seven years.

Her interest in pathology came from her love of true crime stories and unsolved mysteries, prompting her to take a job as the Junior M.E. in her hometown. She really enjoys the work, finding a sense of fulfillment in working with the cases - though most of her work actually comes from overflow cases from nearby cities that are larger than Wichita. The extreme pressure put on her by her parents has had some psychological ramifications, mainly insomnia and a brief period of suicidal behavior in her first few years of college, but Megan has started to come around the bend. Now that she's living independently and does not rely on her parents financially (they paid for medical school in full), she's able to stay up all night watching horror movies if she wants to.

Do They Remember Anything?: Megan was ten years old when she left Camelot and came to the real world. Despite being one of the oldest children taken by the rebels, the psychiatrist managed to convince her (and her adoptive parents) that she simply had an overactive imagination. After all, every little girl wanted to be a princess, didn't they? She still has the little journal she used to draw her dreams in and while her dreams of Camelot are less frequent now, they are still incredibly vivid when she has them.

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Theme Song:

Extra Information: X-Men; Jack Frost
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Name: Pandora Quill
Aliases: Dora, Dior, Wicked Bitch of the West
Age: 20
Birthday: October 30
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Fairytale Parent(s) Maleficent
Birth Place: Wichita, Kansas
Gender: Female
Occupation: Con Artist
Languages: English and French

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Height: 5'8''
Weight: 122 lbs
Body Type: Slender Curves
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Black
Skin Tone: Tawny
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Four Ear Piercings, Tattoo of Black Dragon along inner upper right thigh
Personal Style: Pandora typically wears all black if for no other reason that because she knows she looks great in black. She prefers to wear dresses or skirts, all name brand of course. And she always prefers boots more than any other footwear. She accessorizes like no one's business, jewelry and hats literally can make or break an outfit. Her hair is usually kept long and down. Make-up is simple during the day, but she goes wild at night. She also likes experimenting with hair colors, though she often returns to her natural raven tresses.

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Captivating * Vain * Intelligent * Crafty * Undaunted * Vindictive

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Pandora earned her nickname. She is not afraid to tell someone like it is. There are those that Pandora likes (though there are precious few of them) and then there's the rest. She isn't shy about anything and people are naturally drawn to her when she is in a room. She does not shy away from using underhanded methods to get what she desires. If she doesn't make you wish you never crawled out of bed this morning, she isn't doing her job. She does not back down from a challenge and will go to many lengths to prove herself. She knows she is good and that's all that matters to her. The rest is just background music.
Habits:

• Pops gum when chewing
• Puts hair up when swimming

Hobbies:

• Shopping
• Conning
• Theft
• Dancing

Fears:

• Going Blind
• Clowns
• Depths of the Ocean

Likes:

• Shopping
• Cool Weather
• EDM
• Pumpkin Spice Lattes
• Halloween
• Being Admired

Dislikes:

• Losers
• Hot Weather
• Beind Told What To Do
• Beaches
• Begging
• Authority

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General Skills:

• Lockpicking
• Deception
• Persuasion
• Driving
• Fashion
• Pickpocketing

Combat Skills:

• Jujutsu
• Stealth

What Do They Carry On Them:

• Clothing - Black Dress, Black Boots, Gold Moon Necklace
• Purse/Wallet - Driver's License, Credit Cards, Lip Gloss, Compact, Pepper Spray, Fake ID, Bubble Gum
• Lockpick
• Sunglasses
• Cell Phone

Possessions In At Home:

• Laptop
• Fashion Magazines
• ID Creator
• Passport
• Stolen Merchandise
• Assortment of Novels
• Collection of Vinyls
• Record Player
• Flat Screen TV

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Biography Pandora doesn't remember much of her childhood apart from a swarm of nannies, each more useless than the last. Mother and Father were never around. She was sure they had only adopted her to either maintain a facade that they were generous people or perhaps it was a tax write off. Either way, they threw money at her to keep her happy.

It suited Pandora nicely as she got older. However, there was nothing like the thrill of the hunt. It started small. Nicking a candy bar soon spiraled into wallets, purses, ID Badges for backstage concerts. She got good at it. Scary good. She was fooling adults much older than her before she even entered high school.

She maintained excellent grades if only to fool the masses into believing she was a good girl, but the others knew better. One word from her and many a reputation was tarnished. Pics leaked, blackmail letters sent. Once she left high school, she debated going to college but determined she was too smart for it. Instead, she sought bigger and bigger prizes. She would work her way up to the greatest heist of all. And if she could not get what she wanted, she would see the world burn around her.

Do They Remember Anything?: Pandora often has dreams that she is being led by the hand by someone she does not recognize in a place that seems very much out of reality. She remembers not being afraid, but not wanting to go at the same time. Apart from that, she does not recall anything.

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Theme Song:

Extra Information:

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Name: Rosalia Sofia Rider
Aliases: Rose, Rosa, Eva Angel
Age: 18
Birthday: May 6
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Fairytale Parent(s) Rapunzel and Flynn Rider
Birth Place: Wichita, Kansas
Gender: Female
Occupation: Thief
Languages: English

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Height: 5 feet 2 inches
Weight: 115 pounds
Body Type: Slim
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Light Brown, almost appears a dirty blonde at times
Skin Tone: Lightly Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced
Personal Style: Rosa generally wears all black, since for the most part it helps her to blend in to her surroundings and not be seen. Black jeans, boots, a t-shirt of some kind as well as a leather jacket are typically what she wears. However depending on the weather she'll sometimes have a hoodie underneath her jacket, but she'll typically have a pair of goggles on hand for one reason or another, either perched on top of her head or in a pocket.

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Creative * Deceitful * Adaptable * Sneaky * Independent * Vengeful

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:
She's not exactly someone who constantly tells the truth. Rosalia constantly is trying to find ways to talk her way out of a situation by deceiving those around her. She won't hesitate to lie to protect herself, or those select few that she considers to be friends. A creative individual, sometimes she doesn't exactly use that sort of thing for a good purpose, but on occasion she does try to help others out. Growing up the way she did made her a bit on the adaptable side, changing what she does to go with her surroundings and what is going on around her.

She doesn't tend to be open out right. More or less being a sneaky individual, sly when it comes to just about everything in her life. This sort of thinking has led to her being independent, as she hardly feels the need to rely on anyone else aside from herself, and will try and do things on her own as opposed to asking for help. Rosa is not someone you want to mess with, as she is not beyond seeking revenge against anyone who has wronged her in any way.
Habits: Twisting her hair
Hobbies: Pick-pocketing or robbing people
Fears:

• Going to prison
• Getting sick
• Fire

Likes:

• Jewelry
• Cats
• Drawing
• Museums
• Climbing
• Getting away from the cops

Dislikes:

• The Police
• Anyone really in authority
• Being alone
• People who annoy her
• Bullies of any kind
• The heat

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General Skills: (What does he or she know, must fit in within what the character knows)

• Pick Pocket
• Persuasion
• Perception
• Drawing
• Hot Wiring
• Driving (Car)

Combat Skills: (Must fit what your character knows and keep it realistic to)

• Parkour
• Hand to Hand Combat

What Do They Carry On Them:
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; cash (denote which country), a picture, lighter, cigarettes, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse, bag, pistol and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world. Limited to spots provided.

• Clothing - Black jeans, combat boots, dark colored t-shirt, leather jacket, goggles
• Purse/Wallet - $10 cash, debit card
• Apartment keys
• Sketch pad
• Pens

Possessions In At Home:

• Laptop
• Fantasy novels
• Art supplies
• Drawings that cover the entire apartment

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Biography
Unfortunately for Rosalia, she was never truly adopted by anyone, and instead she was constantly in and out of foster homes growing up. She never really stayed in one home for more then a few months, so over the years she more or less learned to rely on herself as opposed to everyone else. None of her foster parents ever seemed to want her to stick around, so she never did, moving from place to place as time went on without any real place to call a home.

When she was 10 years old, she started to think that just about anything else would be better then being stuck in another foster home for only a little while. The next foster home she went to, she didn't hesitate to grab what she had and ran away. It didn't take too long however for the cops to catch up with her and take her back, but she ran away once again. Nothing was going to keep her in the same cycle of moving from place to place ever again. She gained some street skills that proved useful, namely in the way of thievery and such so that she'd be able to make it on her own.

When she was 16, they stopped really looking for her, and stopped trying to get her to stay in the foster care system. Rosalia was essentially on her own, though she didn't really use her actual name anymore. She went by a new alias on the streets that she crafted for herself, Eva Angel. Using her skills as a thief, she eventually managed to make somewhat of a name for herself among the thieves in the city. She used the money she stole to eventually get herself a rather small apartment that more or less served as her base of operations, as well as her home. There wasn't much else she could do, she was all on her own and has been ever since she took to the streets. Rosalia has never relied on anyone else but herself, and doesn't plan on it any time soon.

Do They Remember Anything?: Rosa doesn't really remember anything from her time with her real parents. She vaguely has flashes of images that relate to them, but she thinks that those are all just dreams, and nothing more. The dreams come and go, and on occasion she'll sketch out some of what she remembers from the dreams on her sketch pad, but doesn't know why they stand out in her mind. Rosalia doesn't remember where she's from at all.

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Theme Song: Material Girl - Madonna
Extra Information: X-Men: House of M Rapunzel
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Name: Rose Buckner
Aliases:
Age: 22
Birthday: Dec 1st 1998
Ethnicity: White
Fairytale Parent(s): Red & the Huntsman
Birth Place: Wichita Kansas
Gender: Female
Occupation: Currently: Bartender, volunteer park ranger, waitress
Languages: English and ASL

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Height: 5'9"
Weight: 160 lbs
Body Type: Wiry
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: naturally brown, often died different colors currently 1/2 red
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears and septum peirced. She also has a tattoo of a red rose on the inside of her right wrist, and a wolf on her left wrist
Personal Style: Rose likes to thrift shop so her closet is an eclectic mess of styles. She usually goes for something that feels like it is making a statement. For hiking she likes jeans and thermals (depending on how cold it is) and nice boots. Most of the time she will wear hiking boots, her parents had to convince her to not wear them when she was in a dress. Through all of that weirdness that she likes, she always has something red in her outfit. Either her shoes, or even a tie, usually it is a jacket though. Something about it just feels right to her.

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Encourging * Casual * Adventurous * Frugal * Allocentric * Outspoken

Sexuality: Pan
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Rose isn't someone that can easily be ignored. She makes sure her opinion is heard, and the opinions of those she cares about. Woe is the person who hurts one of her friends. She is full of bubbles and fire and spirit. Rose throws herself into friendships hoping this one will last and be true, maybe it is the part of her that is a fairy tale character but she believes in True Love but has a hard time accepting people can change. Because of that, she doesn't usually give second chances.
Habits: Getting up before dawn for a hike, every year on the day her the Buckners found her she goest to Redbud trail.
Hobbies: Hiking, kayaking, camping, horseback riding, really almost any outdoor sport
Fears:

• Being abandoned
• Being trapped in a forest fire
• Someone taking away her agency

Likes:

• Wolves
• Snow
• The smell of a good campfire
• Hot cocoa with cinnamon
• Hunting (for food)
• Making mixed drinks
• Painting landscapes
• Pride parades

Dislikes:

• Small dogs
• Loggers
• Sports hunters (those who only hunt cause they're rich and can)
• Guys who use the fact that you have to be nice at work to flirt with you
• Land barons
• "Pro-life" people
• Anti-LGBT people

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General Skills:

• Customer Service
• General Park Ranger duties
• Bar tending
• Riding a motorcycle
• Painting (landscapes are her specialty)
• Wilderness Survivalism

Combat Skills:

• Some boxing (picked up the bars bouncer)
• Bow hunting

What Do They Carry On Them:
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; cash (denote which country), a picture, lighter, cigarettes, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse, bag, pistol and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world. Limited to spots provided.

• Clothing - Jeans, hiking boots, t-shirt, thermal under shirt, red jacket
• Red backpack it has a bunch of sewn on patches -
• Her wallet (With ID, CC, Debit card, apartment key card, and $30 American Cash)
• Spare set of socks
• Phone (Galaxy Note)
• Phone charger
• Bag of cough drops
• Lighter
• Swiss army knife
• headphones
• pencil and sketchbook
• Kindle Fire

Possessions In At Home:

• A compound bow and 10 hunting arrows and 20 practice arrows
• Paint set
• Laptop
• Assorted books (mostly naturalist/survavalist books)
• Motorcycle

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Biography
Rose was found by some hikers lost in the woods not far from the Redbud Trail. They asked for her name and she could only tell them it was Rose. She didn't know her parents' names when pressed she only cried. The local CPS tried to locate her parents but had no luck. The hikers ended up getting permission to foster her, and eventually adopted her when the city gave up trying to find her parents.

The hikers, Jill and Richard Buckner, loved Rose as much as any parents could. They did their best to help her grow into a well-rounded person. This was of course not limited to intense therapy until she was a teen. They wanted to make sure she knew they would never abandon her as they believed her biological parents had done to her. Rose was never quite certain and often adamant that her parents hadn't abandoned her. She couldn't explain what happened because even at the beginning she had no real memory of what happened.

Richard and Jill had never had children of their own and enjoyed a very active lifestyle. They took Rose camping, her favorite thing, and a lot of other outdoors type activities. When she was 10 she begged them for a dog but was disappointed in its size. She still cared for and loved the dog as any mostly-well-adjusted child could, but there was something about the dog that didn't feel right to her.

Into adult-hood, Rose was active and became a loud member of society. She joined marches to protect the forests and natural lands (as well as LGBTQ+ pride). She encouraged her friends to stand up for what they believed in. Rose didn't care for higher education so she started taking odd jobs. Enjoying the nature of doing something different with each job. The Buckners tried to convince her to settle with something and maybe meet a nice young man. At that point, Rose decided to move out on her own and got a studio apartment a couple of miles from her childhood home.

Do They Remember Anything?:
Rose was barely seven when everything was taken from her and her memories are fuzzy, but she does remember the woods, and fire crackling and the smell of cookies baking. She remembers the warmth of her mother's voice. She remembers being scared but a wolf protecting her.

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Theme Song:
Of Monsters And Men - Slow And Steady (Official Lyric Video)

Extra Information: Snow White (Qualifies for both) (but the best version is "Snow, Glass, Apples" second-best version is Seanan Mcguire's version in Indexing)
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Name:Matthew Madigan
Aliases:Matt, Maddy
Age: 21
Birthday: October 6, 2000
Ethnicity: White.
Fairytale Parent(s) The Mad Hatter
Birth Place: Wichita Kansas
Gender: Male
Occupation: Barista.
Languages: English

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Height: 6’1”
Weight: 175 lbs
Body Type: Lanky
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Reddish Brown
Skin Tone: Caucasian
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
Personal Style: Maddy tends to wear muted colored button up shirts, flannel, or anything with a strange design. His pantwear is comprised of colorful khakis with the hems rolled up to show off his patterned miss matching socks. His hair is perfectly unkempt, with a mass of volume that many scene kids dare to strive for. You'll often time find him wearing strange hats every day as he enjoys having a hat for just about any occasion or outfit, but his favorite hat is the one he was found with.

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Curious * Timid * Unorthodox * Anxious * Brilliant * Unobtrusive

Sexuality: Bi-Sexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Maddy is definitely a bit odd in comparison to a normal male, but if you were to tell him that he might stutter out the question of 'What is normal anyway?' His timidness tends to get the better of him, causing him to cancel plans, play with the animals if ever dragged to a party or social event, or typically fading into the background. There are however a few exceptions. He can become excited and energetic if offered to play games, show off some tricks, or while he is at work in his local coffee shop. He loves making latte art consisting of rabbits, and hats, and roses, or flowers to help brighten the days of his customers. Their smile brings him joy and often times can cause him to blush with embarrassment if praised.

Habits: Fiddling with his fingers, Keeping his head low.
Hobbies: Coffee Art, Card Games and Tricks, Reading, Darts, Chess
Fears:

• Decapitation
• Social Gatherings
• Big Dogs

Likes:

• Tea
• Riddles
• Animals
• Card Games
• Reading
• Card Tricks

Dislikes:

• Parties (except tea parties)
• Rude people
• Coffee
• Loud or Sudden Noises
• Orphanages
• Abuse of Power

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General Skills:

• Coffee Art
• Drawing
• Sleight of Hand
• Puzzle Solving
• Riddles
• Biking

Combat Skills:

• Marksmanship
• Running

What Do They Carry On Them:

• Clothing - Blue button up shirt, Green Khaki Pants, Purple left sock, Orange Right sock, Brown Leather Boots.
• Purse/Wallet - Debit Card, Credit Card, 50$ Cash, A note that had previously been tucked away in a hat when he was found. "Why is a Raven like a writing desk?"
• Leather Pencil Pouch with 6 Pencils
• Steel Tin with Coloured Pencils
• Leatherbound Drawing Book
• Galaxy S10
• Keys- Bike Lock, Apartment.
• Deck of Cards
• Magic Kit
• Pocket watch

Possessions In At Home:

• Black and White Cat named Carroll.
• White Rabbit- Peter.
• Vinyl Record Player
• Record Collection
• Tea Set
• Collection of Hats
• Illustrations and Paintings he's made
• Stuffed Animal Collection
• Bike
• Dart Board

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Biography

The only thing Matthew was found with was a hat slightly too large for him with a paper tucked inside the outer band reading '10/6'. It was believed that this was the child's birthday and thus that is what was written on his documents. As time went on Maddy began to grow into his hat, taking car never to ruin it and eventually finding a note that was folded into the inner lining. "Why is a raven like a writing desk?" Was this a clue towards who his parents were? Did that mean at least one of them didnt want to see him leave? That question was never answered as the years passed by. Countless children were adopted away and anytime someone would look his way he would ask them "why is a Raven like a writing desk?" To which the couples would laugh and call it cute then move on to another child.

The years progressed and Maddy grew older, and more timid, a result of abuse from one of the caretakers of where he resided. She believed children shouldnt be seen nor heard, not unless spoken to, developing a slight speech impediment in him which causes him to stutter in situations where he may try to speak up in fear. He began to keep to himself, mumble, and do what he could to help pass the time by. Kids at school called him weird and took pleasure in hiding around corners just to scare him and make him run or cry.

There was however a kind soul in his life, his art teacher who believed he had the ability to express himself in other ways. She would keep him after school under the guise of tutoring when in actuality he would be learning to paint and draw and express himself without the need of words. She bought him pencils, colored pencils, a sketchbook and then later a magic kit he had spoken about before. All of this was kept at the school where he could practice freely without the caretakers throwing them away.

At the age of 18 he graduated from school, taking with him his belongings, and finally leaving the orphanage where he'd seen so many people come and go in his life. He got a job as a barista at the local coffe shop, putting his skills to good use by making latte art for the guests who came in. He was allowed to room with a sympathetic coworker who helped him out when he first left, and gifted him a cat when he finally found his own apartment to live in. Maddy named the cat after her, Carroll, and continued to see her at work, playing darts on their breaks as they waited to get back to work. Years of playing and Maddy has found he has quite the eye for accuracy.

He still practices his magic, that's neve stopped, but it's at home when he's alone or if Carroll is over to see what new illusory thing his mad mind has ce up with. Maddy just turned twenty-one, spending it with Carroll, two cupcakes, a tea party and movies on the couch. His life may not be perfect, but neither is he, and that's ok.

Do They Remember Anything?:

Maddy was six years old when he was made to jump realms. He has little to no recollection of the events that transpired, or who his parents are. For the first few years (until the age of 9) he had a reoccurring nightmare. He would be in an octagonal room, old and decrepit but no trace of dust anywhere. Each paneling of wall had doors of various styles, designs, and sizes but they would all be locked except for one. That door would lead him into a forest of mushrooms and creatures that were more literal in design. But try as he might, he could never enter the forest, doomed or watch it through a door half his size and just sit there and cry until he awoke. He still has that dream sparringly, but it is now seen as a manifestation of his anxiety and he believes it's a remnant of feeling trapped within those orphaned walls.

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Theme Song:


Extra Information:

https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4999565
Alices Adventures in Wonderland-Mad Hatter
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Name: Annabelle August Lafeyette
Aliases:Annie
Age: 19
Birthday: January 5th
Ethnicity: White
Fairytale Parent(s) Morgan La Fey and King Urien
Birth Place: Witchita, Kansas
Gender: Female
Occupation: Student
Languages: English and French

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Height: 5'4
Weight: 110 pounds
Body Type: Thin
Eye Color: Blue-green
Hair Color: Brown
Skin Tone: White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Simple ear piercings
Personal Style: Annie usually wears t-shirts of colors underneath hoodies, jackets, or overshirts. Comfortably fitting jeans and pants usually rest on simple sneakers. Light make-up, nothing fancy. Perhaps some eyeliner, occasionally lipstick. Sometimes she lets her hair fall down loosely around her face, most times it is tied into a ponytail. She has an alternative type of outfit- synthetic leather jackets over flannel shirts that tuck into boots, a more rural look that betrays her true city-girl self.

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Amiable * Gullible * Educated * Cowardly * Trustworthy * Naive

Sexuality: Asexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Annabelle has a bubbly personality that brightens whichever room she enters. Dilligent and hardworking, Annie never breaks a promise to others or herself. Often, she will go out of her way to make friends and help others. The young woman also has very little world experience and is used to getting what she wants one way or the other, and while she has tried to not let this affet her negatively there are somethings that she hasn't notice about herself. Few people have ever turned her down for anything, so Annie is unused to dealing with rejection or denial.
Habits: Clenching and working her jaw.
Hobbies: Playing the piano, reading, watching gossip TV, writing her first novel
Fears:

• Failure
• Pain and discomfort
• Social Isolation

Likes:

• Friends
• Music
• Dogs
• Material Niceties
• Achieving her goals
• Novels and writing

Dislikes:

• Inconveniences
• Unkind people
• Nature
• Cats
• Things she doesn't understand
• Lazy people

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General Skills:

• Linguist
• Piano playing
• Charisma
• Historical knowledge
• Paperwork
• Artistry

Combat Skills:

• None
• Never been in a fight or anywhere near one once in her life

What Do They Carry On Them:

• Clothing - Synthetic leather jacket, flannel shirt, jeans (with POCKETS), boots, underwear, hair tie.
• Purse- 120 dollars cash, credit card, drivers liscence, student ID, some gift cards to restaraunts, make-up kit, handkerchief.
• Mobile Phone

Possessions In At Home:
(What do they own in their house?)

• Library of textbooks
• Library of fiction pieces
• Her in-progress novel, "Star, Aurora, Earth"
• A silver Porsche
• TV
• Game Console
• A dog named Doug
• Pet supplies
• Two parents
• A DVD collection of reality TV shows

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Biography As far as Anne knows, she doesn't have "real" parents, and she never needed any. The two married women that adopted her, Mallory and June Lafeyette, have been the only parents she ever needed. They've raised her since she was a baby. The two frenchwomen immigrated to the USA about thirty years ago and moved from state to state until they settled in Kansas two decades ago. Together they decided to adopt a baby, and Anne was lucky enough to be available. June was a lawyer, Mallory was a college professor. June was effecient, Mallory was passionate. Together they pushed their new American kid into great things.

Annabelle was always a charismatic kid, often participating in large circles of close friends. No slouch in her studies, Annie excelled in school. As she grew into middle school, her friends started talking about cute boys and who was who's boyfriend, and Annie never really understood what the big deal was. They just told her she was a late bloomer. When she grew into high school, she awaited to finally see the boy that would give her a first crush, but it never came. Eventually, Annie learned she was asexual, and she just really wasn't into anyone like that. A little disappointing, since almost all the media she had consumed since she was a child involved love's first kiss, true love, or reclaiming love. But her parents assured her it was okay, so Annabelle comfortably resigned herself to watching that kind of drama unfold from the sidelines.

Annie had developed an interest in languages. Having been raised in a multi-lingual househould, she could speak French and English perfectly from a young age. She became fascinated with the development of different languages and the history behind them. One day she aims to become an etymologisy and a novel writer, creating stories and using her knowledge of history to craft believable worlds. Along the way June pressured her into learning to play the piano, which is a difficult but satisfying thing to do. Through out all her life, Annie has gotten essentially whatever she wanted. The best colleges, the ultimate financial security, and the compassion to get what she wanted. But one thing is unaware she lacks is world experience. The true problems of the world often escape her, and she was trouble fully understanding what kinds of things people can go through.

Do They Remember Anything?: She was four years old when she made the jump, so things are very fuzzy if not non-existant. One thing she does remember very clearly is a golden-eyed black cat who was cruel and cold toward her. There's also a memory of clear water, so clear she couldn't tell if the stones below were inches beneath the water or miles beneath the surface.

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Theme Song:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D8Ou8qJ64Cg

Extra Information: King Arthur and Sir Lancelot roleplayerguild.com/posts/4998725
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