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Manasa Stark

“We see not only present face; the past and future matching pace”
“When she watches you, it’s not like she’s even looking at you. I swear that girl reads minds!”

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Basic Information

Name

Manasa Stark

Nickname

Beasttamer - folk have taken to calling her in name of her inhuman ability to tame nearly any beast

G E N D E R

Female

A G E

Sixteen

S E X U A L I T Y

Asexual

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Home

Father

Torrhen Stark, 39 - Torrhen Stark is a fierce man, bold and stoic, intimidating and brave. His banner men respect him and all view him as fair and just. He has a reputation throughout the land as being a good man.

Mother

Alysane Stark, 36 - Alysane Stark, formerly Alysane Mormont, is as fierce as her husband, and a true northerner. She cares deeply for her family, and is quite stubborn. She has a reputation throughout the land as being a devoted wife, and a skilled fighter.

Siblings

Reed Stark, 16 - elder twin brother whom she is rarely separated from. She desires to stay close to him, even when he is the head of House Stark, remaining his closest adviser and her own confident. He is one of three people to know her innermost thoughts, and the details of her visions.

Benjen Stark, 8 - younger brother to the twins, he is daring and adventurous; much more outgoing than either of the twins will ever be. He has the black hair of the North, but such bright blue eyes they must be those of the Mormont. He's tall for his age, but only slightly more so than the average, he's looking to be a fairly heavy set young man.

Lyanna Stark, 3 - the youngest of the Stark children thus far, she has hair as blonde as the winter snow and eyes a deep storm grey. Her pup has fur and eyes to match. She rarely cries, and is a rather chubby baby, but she's learning quickly how to walk and speak.

Religion

The Old Gods.

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Skills

Strengths

Needlework - raised and taught by the local priestess, she had learned quite a bit about how to work a needle properly. This skill has come in handy for mending her own clothing as well as her brothers when their mother is busy with the younger children or helping their father. She has also learned how to apply this skill to mending wounds, something that interests her greatly.

Animal Taming - some say the girl speaks to the animals she meets, but they don’t know the half of it. She can sense how the animal’s are feeling, what they’re thinking and give them the impression that she is to be trusted. This gives her the advantage when dealing with animal’s she doesn’t know.

Skinchanger - in a sense, the girl is able to read the emotions and minds of other living creatures. She may transfer her own consciousness to another living body, provided that they have a weaker will than herself. She connects on a different level with animals than she does with people, bonding rather well with the bestial minds.

Weaknesses

Swordplay - unfortunately, his daughter of the North has displayed little talent with a sword, a mace or even a bow. She's not a very versed fighter, and thus lacks the skill or strength to properly defend herself. Hence, her dependency upon her twin brother for protection from physical harm.

Paranoia - a lack of trust in not only the people she speaks with, but the solidarity of the area she is in, often leads to days where she refuses to leave her bedroom. She works hard to get over this fear, though the only thing known to ease her fears is the direwolf, Echo, who she keeps by her side.

Vengeance - Manasa may be a tad bit vengeful when she feels that she or her brother has been wronged, be it personally or by manner of House. She often uses her power of the nature world around her to exact this revenge upon the offenders, making it seem as if it an unfortunate accident.

Weapon

Manasa lacks almost any talent with weaponry, thus leaving her defenseless - apart from her good looks and her deadly direwolf

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Mannerisms

Likes

• Reading, mostly histories and folk tales
• The cold beyond the wall; it's strangely calming, and helps her focus
• Her Twin, Reed, of course, who is her closest friend
• The quite, fore it is much easier to think and breathe when one need not fear others gazes
• Tea, finely grown and dried before steeped in freshly melted snow
• Animals of all shapes and sizes

Dislikes

• Arrogance & Ignorance
• Crowds, busy places and most social events
• Mindless killing
• Boys, especially the flirty kind that try to talk to her
• Idiocy, though most of their age would call it 'fun and games'
• Being asked questions, especially of the personal kind
• Ladies, mostly the pretty ones, as they make her feel awkward about her own rather, lackluster wardrobe

Habits

• Speaking aloud with the birds in the morning, some see this as speaking with herself
• Biting or chewing on her bottom lip when anxious
• Playing with the ends of her hair when embarrassed or confused
• Reaching out for her brothers hand beneath the dining table

Hobbies

• Read, though sometimes she enjoys singing
• Music, mostly the harp and viola, though she enjoys the flute and singing as well
• Gazing out the window, listening to the world around her speak

Fears

• Being separated from her brother, most of all
• Losing her family to sickness or another war
• Being alone, completely, without even the whisper of the trees

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Digging Deeper

Personality

Manasa may not be the most friendly person one could meet, though she is often a stunning representation of what the southerners think of the House Stark. Stoic, quiet and brooding, with a rather skilled resting bitch face. In truth, she really is just misunderstood. She lacks the confidence in herself to make the first approach, and suffers from a rather extreme case of social anxiety. An intelligent young lady, she has little issue with problem solving, especially when it comes to matters of state, but is never sure of how to exactly say she has an idea about something.

When it comes to matters of the heart, she is completely unaware of how to take ones flirting or affection toward her. Unfortunately for her, with her ability to sense the feelings of those around her, she is never able to ignore the approach of a male coming to make an attempt at courting her. These incidents are often met with rash, sometimes violent, means of disposing of the uncomfortable situation. It may come in the form of a savage insult, or a hard slap to the face, but regardless, few have ever come back for a second dose of nervous Manasa.

History

The child was born with eyes that shone a green that vibrated and changed though few of those present at her birth told of how the girl never cried; how she stared up at them with eyes already as intelligent as those of their many beasts. The meister looked upon their mother, and told her with certain confidence that the girl would be a skinchanger and a strong greenseer; few believed him until the girl turned seven. Manasa had wandered from the castle, beyond the wall with their elder brother to see the winter beyond when the bear came out of nowhere and attacked them. No one could figure out why the bear was awake in the winter, and none could understand what happened afterward; the great beast had roared before them, the horses bucked and the girl child fell from her pony into the snow but never cried out. The bear calmed under the gaze of the girl; her eyes flickered that vibrant green and yellow, momentarily matching the bears before the animal nuzzled her face and picked her off the ground. The bear never bothered them again.

After that single incedent, there was nothing else of note in her life, apart from the birth of her younger siblings and her various trips to other keeps within the North. Her brother would always go with her, the two practically attached at the hip, with their wolves always in tow.

Theme Song

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Extra Stuff

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[ViolentViolet]

Name Krystal Marsh - formerly. Ten Thousand - currently
Gender Cis Female
Age 17
Birthplace Sheridan Montana
Previous Occupation High School Drop-Out | Hunter
Personality Before the apocalypse, Krystal was quiet, but never as quiet as she is now. She doesn't speak very much, letting her actions speak for her, though she doesn't often have someone to talk to. More often than not she's memorizing everything she can, counting her steps wherever she goes and learning the tells of those around her. She pretty to look at some days, but not exactly an approachable person, seeing as you're more likely to get shot than talk to her. A locked vault, she carries secrets as if they could save her life - in which some cases they can - and rarely speaks about herself. The hope in her eyes is dying, her willingness to forgive. Her disgust in humanity was bad before, it getting worse the mosre people she see's. If she was the last woman on Earth, she wouldn't give a damn. In a world where it's all about seeing tomorrow, there's no one more important than herself. Fuck the moral compass.
Occupation before the breakout High school student

Skills

• Huntress; Krystal, having been born into a rougher life than most, learned how to fend for herself at an early age. She understands nature, the balance and hunting better than she understands most people. She is capable of building snares, and tracking down prey animals.
• Accuracy; Over her life she has learned a variety of ranged weapons, including Sniper Rifles, Bows and Slingshots. It's rare that she misses her target either, as how evenly she times it with the wind.
• Observation & Calculations; Gifted in mathematics and psychology, this young woman has a gift for learning, but mental math is her specialty. She knows at a touch how fast the wind is going, at a sight how large something is. It has always been a skill of her own, though not one she oft used outside of hunting. She counts when under pressure or anxious.
• Auto-mechanics; Her older brother made it out of their home, working at an auto-shop where he taught her all he could about cars, trucks and everything else that moved on wheels. This was how her love of motorcycles was born.
• Sleight of Hand; Growing up as a thief, she has mastered the illusion and discretion of thievery. Picking locks, pick-pocketing etc, fall beneath her skill tree.

Fears

• Thunder; As a child, most of the traumatic events in her life happened either on rainy days or with voices that later thunder would remind her of. She enjoys the rain, and loves watching the clouds and lightning - it's the sound that she fears.
• Trust; Krystal finds it difficult to trust other people, especially with her own safety and equipment. As well when someone trusts her she feels the intense urge to destroy that trust - often she succeeds.
• Failure; "Failure is not an option"

Equipment

• Compound Hunting Bow
  Compound Bow Image

  
• Crossbow
  Crossbow

  
• Arrow Quiver: 27 Arrows
  Quiver

  
• Bowie knife & Sheath
  Bowie Knife

  
• Barrett .50 Cal Sniper Rifle
  Sniper Rifle

  
• Flatbed Pick-Up Truck with Bed Cover
  Truck

  
• A box of assorted food
  Food Details

  • Two(2) jars of Peanut Butter
  • One(1) jar of strawberry jam
  • Two(2) jars of raspberry jam
  • Three(3) cans of tomato soup
  • One(1) can of beans
  • One(1) box of generic brand salted crackers
  • One Half(1/2) box of stale gram crackers
  • Four(4) cans of corn
  • One(1) sealed bag of trail mix
  • Ten(10) cans of various canned meat
  • Two(2) pounds of fresh fruit picked from bushes recently found
  • One(1) container of powdered milk
  • One(1) box of granola bars
  • Nine(9) bottles of Gatorade
  • One(1) one liter(1L) water bottle - currently full
  • Two(2) cans of pineapple
  • Five(5) cans of coconut milk
  • Three-Quarters(3/4) bottle of olive oil
  • Seven(7) boxes of cereal - all kind of stale
• Ten(10) feet of steel chain
  Chain

  
• Three(3) gas canisters
  Canisters

  
• Two-man tent
  Tent

  
• A dufflebag of clothes
• Two(2) bathtowels
• One(1) bottle of body wash
• Three(3) jugs moonshine & two(2) bottles of vodka
• A woodcutting Hatchet
  Hatchet

  

Group Loner
[center]History

The young woman passed by the front of the church, haired pulled back in a loose ponytail, jeans stained with grass and blood, holes in the knees. Her gaze was downcast, avoiding looking at the people gathered in front of the building. She didn't want their scorning looks to be met. Ignore them, she told herself, but every Sunday she could feel their judgmental gazes following her as she passed by the front of the building. Perhaps she could have taken a different route, or gone out on a different day, but it was the most efficient path to the marketplace. The animal corpse slung over her shoulder, dead but not broken, clean save for a single thing: it's left eye was missing. This time it was a fox. Last week it had been three rabbits. The week before that a young doe. Whatever it was that she carried, it was her dinner that night and money in her pocket. She turned a corner, soft pale green eyes lifting as the religious folk lost sight of her, her pace slacking. She was not beaten, not truly. Not by them. It would only be a little while before she could leave home finally. Only a little longer until she was free.
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The rev of the engine alerted her to the presence of a man outside. Not just any man. Her Brother. He was here? Why? She looked out the small window, broken as it was, to see him loading things into his truck. He called her name, but she didn't respond right away. Taking a quick glance back at the locked bedroom door she called over to him. He ran to her window, not wanting to alert their parents - assuming they were awake and sober. He looked concerned about something, though she couldn't see what it was before he thrust a dagger into her hand. "I'll be back at midnight. Stay safe."
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She looked out the window, seeing the full moon high in the sky. Not quite midnight. Kyle was never late. Head snapped to the side at the sound of a latch coming undone, the door violently swinging open. She never heard the words that came out of the mans mouth, only saw the fist he made and felt it smash into the side of her face. Why would he come back? She was already locked inside! She must have blacked out at the next hit, because when she opened her eyes the man was on top of her, her clothes torn. He was fucking her already. Tears stung her eyes, a cry in the back of her throat. She would not give him that victory. She bit her tongue, fingers digging into the sheets. She smelled moonshine on his breath again. He looked at her, saw her defiance, hit her harder and flipped her onto her stomach, pinning her against the mattress. He shoved her face into the pillow. Every thrust pushed her closer to the edge, wanting to die, to stop feeling anything. His grip relaxed, her hands slipping free. He grunted. She faked a moan she knew he would like. Her hand dipped beside the bed, fingers finding the handle of the knife her brother had left her. Finally. Freedom.
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A gunshot woke her again. Another one. Wet. Sticky. Warm. Pain. She must have passed out. Eyelashes stuck to her cheeks, blood dried on her naked skin. Blinking open her eyes she saw her brother in the doorway, an old shotgun in hand. Sawed off. Old. His first? Dazed, everything was hazy. Concussion maybe? After that there was nothing until two days later.
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The apocalypse swept straight through Sheridan, it's small population of approximately 600 people, wiped out in less than two hours. Krystal and Kyle were at their home, not far from the edge of the town, but nothing noticed them there with their fathers rotting corpse by the highway. There wasn't much food in the house, but a lot of tobacco and moonshine and guns. It was a good supply. They were smart about how they used it, and never left the house alone. After a month gathering what they could get to from the more fortunate homes of the small town, they hit the road.
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It was a year before they trusted anyone to be near them. That trust cost Kyle his life, and Krystal her humanity. She drank heavily when she knew she was safe. She hated herself for living. Hated those who killed her brother. In the end she hunted them down to, killing them. She never gave them mercy. Krystal moved on, never staying in one place long, taking what she could. Unfortunately, she no longer trusted anyone, or anything. It's a world of liars and killers; honesty and honor dead with Kyle.

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Illysia Blackfyre

You will kneel at my command; Targaryen or Blackfyre, I am the Dragon
Crazy? Not in the slightest. I have not seen a single hint of the Targaryen madness within her

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Basic Information

Name

Illysia Blackfyre

Nickname

The Bastard Dragon

G E N D E R

Female

A G E

18

S E X U A L I T Y

Omnisexual

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Home

Father

King Daerys Targaryen

Mother

Princess Rhaenys Targaryen

Siblings

Myriah Targaryen, 16 - black of hair and purple of eye, this one is Illysia's "dear little sister" whom she rather enjoys conversing with. Whether or not Myriah actually likes her isn't something she concerns herself with.

Three other younger half siblings currently living, Aenar, Valerion and Shaena. She has not interacted enough with the younger siblings to form a proper opinion.

Religion

The Faceless God

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Skills

Strengths

Lying and Lie Detection; Having lived half her life in Dorne and the other half in a King's Landing pleasure house, she has grown acutely aware of the way people lie and how to lie to them. She, after a few tries, can identify what gives away a person when they're lying to her for the first time and afterward finds it very easy to deduce that they are not telling the whole truth; and thus she is naturally good at finding it.

Working the Sheets; Sex is nothing to by shy of in Dorne and often women are not condoned for participating, in which case after being taken in by a Dornish Prince, she experienced all she could of life before moving back to King's Landing and worked in a pleasure house formerly owned by Petyr Baelish. There she honed her skills and learned their secrets.

Cooking; She learned to manage a kitchen when she was young, cooking with the servant while her mother was away as the Dornish man who raised her had taught her to be humble even with her pure birth - she was still a bastard after all. Her skills improved with use, and he gave her an ointment that kept her hands from growing cracked and rough.

Weaknesses

True Emotion: Love, trust, honesty, mostly foreign concepts to her after spending six years in the Westerosi pleasure house. Apart from her adoptive family, their son and her daughter, she has not experienced much in the ways of true move. She does understand how to make love, and how to fake the sweet smile of a lover, but such a thing isn't something she would recognize if eventually felt.

Temperament: At times, Illysia is known for her explosive anger, often coming in very short fits of rage that usually end with someone dead. Fortunately these incidents are few and far between. On the other hand, Illysia does actively exact her own brand of vengeance on those who had spited her in the past, they just don't know it was her.

Weapon

Her main weapon, naturally, is her silver tongue and sexual prowess, though when combat does ensue she is not defenseless. Her mentor in Dorne made sure that she was taught how to fight, both with daggers and spear. He even sent a tutor with her back to Westeros. Her main weapon now is a Glaive, with with a dragonbone staff and Valyrian Steel.

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Mannerisms

Likes

• Fire & Heat
• Dragons
• Sex
• Fine wine
• Being in control
• Knowledge
• Hot baths

Dislikes

• Clothing
• Queen Nymeria Martell
• Bratty Children
• Authority Figures
• Being told what to do
• Prejudice against bastards

Habits

• Playing with fire while thinking
• Watching the stars at night
• Plotting various murders

Hobbies

• Fucking is a hobby right?
• Training the dragons of the keep
• Blackmail

Fears

• Enclosed Spaces/Feeling Trapped
• The Death of Tatyanna

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Digging Deeper

Personality

Sexy. Flirtacious. Confident. Dauntless.
The obvious traits of the Bastard Dragon, the surface that ripples and changes, ever reflecting the onlooker. Illysia is a rather complicated young woman, ranging from sweet and warm to cold as the winters North. She shows little of what she's ever really thinking, keeping the darkness beneath the surface hidden like a good predator. What little others know is how precious information has become, and thus she knows her advantage, using it to her own gains.

History

When the Former King still lived, very much alive, healthy and a strong ruler, the young Prince Daerys and the Princess Rhaenys left behind their home in King's Landing to travel the continent. They brought no routine with them, nor much supplies. It was them, their closest guards, and their horses. With their sister, parents and remaining relatives still at home, the two traveled as diplomats, speaking with each leader of the Great Houses. It was several years on the journey, in which the two grew closer than they ever had before. Due to their ages and differences in sexes, they never spoke much before their assignment, therefore not growing older as siblings, but friends. The end of their journey landed them in Dorne, reaffirming relations with the Princes there and experiencing the foreign culture for themselves for the first time. Rhaenys was only 14 at the time, having first bled two years ago while bathing with her elder sister. Daerys on the other hand was beyond his maturity, reaching 24 years when they spent their time in Dorne. It was a carefree time there, bonding with the Martel. They spoke with the children, met with the men and spent much of their time experiences the pleasure of not being afraid of who they were. They drank, feasted and fucked as much as they want. The surprising thing? They slept with each other more than anyone else, and they were rarely drunk when they did.

Nine months later a letter arrived at the RedKeep, addressed to their shared father. "Father, it has been a long time since we have seen you, but not so long since we last wrote about our adventures and meetings throughout the Seven Kingdoms. Rhaenys has become pregnant, with my own child in the home of the Martel. We would travel home right away, though she is ill from child, and refuses to leave. We will send word again soon. Be safe. Please, do not worry too much. Love Always, Rhaenys and Daerys." The letter was sealed by their own royal seals, written in secret by the two Targaryen. Why they did not return immediately? They thought perhaps to marry in Dorne, and feared for the childs safety if brought home. Their father planned to wed Daerys to one of the Martel daughters, to seal their alligence to the throne once more. If left here what would happen to the girl? Her birthright is the Throne, with it being the only child of Targaryen blood to any of the three living in their generation. The Targaryen House was sorely lacking in variety to continue their tradition. Daerys and Rjaenys spent their time with their daughter, happy as they could be while still missing their family back in King's Landing. It wasn't until their fathers death that Daerys went back, reluctantly leaving Rhaenys and Illysia behind.

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Seven years passed without much excitement. Rhaenys failed to attend her brothers wedding to Nymeria Martel, living in Godsgrace with her lover, producing a single child that died of heatstroke in the middle of a drought. When her daughter was six, Rhaenys received news of a nearly successful attempt on her dear brothers life. She left her daughter in the very capable mans hands and rushed to King's Landing as quickly as she could.

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From the time she was four years old, Illysia was riding a pony without much trouble, commanding the animal. She always knew of her heritage, receiving gifts from her far away mother every year for her birthday. One time a pair of dragon eggs was sent to her, another it was books of history and stories in Westeros. Often she got letters, exchanging them with her mother in King's Landing. When she was young she often had nightmares about never seeing her parents again, or them hating her because she was born a bastard.

Again, years of silence and uneventful boredom where she trained on the sword and in the bed. From the time she could walk she was learning how to fight, mostly with spears though she learned from a man from Essos how to fight with two swords in hand. It wasn't until she began to bleed that she would learn about pleasure. The man who raised her, named Exol - last name unknown - was the owner of a finer brothel in Godsgrace. His adoptive daughter was born in Dorne, but had yet to experience the true pleasures of their way of life. She had seen and heard, yet never showed any interest in anything but training, reading and her dragon eggs. He thought, perhaps, that she was just shy. On their arrival there, there was little to be said about her reaction. Her lavender eyes were blank, her expression dormant. No pink rose to her cheeks.

It was not until she was in bed that she showed some semblance of knowing what was going on. The hands caressed her softly, her skin tingling in ways that it never had before. A hot red rose to her cheeks as the young woman played with her body. Illysia learned many things that sleepless night, a bed full of pleasure and things that a womans body was able to do. She was only eleven at the time, before she had fully grown into the woman she is now. After this, she was forever changed, and a woman who loved women, and her sword. A year later, when she had come to visit the brothel, a man who had finished with the girl he had paid for, spotted her heading unattended up the stairs, barefoot and dressed in nothing but a light silk dress, barely hiding much of her body. It was a simple outfit, something she had been given a few weeks before by her favourite girl at the brothel, though tonight that dress would be her undoing. It was nearly dawn, when the brothel was nearly empty of patrons and the girls were sleeping in their rooms, exhausted from the nights excitement. He pulled her into an empty room, already unbuckling his pants. "How sweet, they have a little one for sale." Before the young child could cry out there was a massive hand covering the lower half of his face. Tears swelled in her eyes. It wasn't until later that afternoon when anyone found her, bloody and bruised in that very same bed. She had cried herself to sleep, a pile of gold coins layed out on the mattress beside her.

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Another long period of uneventful life, her dragons eggs left in the fire every night though they never hatched regardless of how much the girl wanted them too. She sparred, fucked and drank, living life just as much as any Dornishman. There was little chance of her ever having a reason to go to her mothers homeland, since the older she got the less she missed her birth mother. Of course, she always wondered what it would be like to see the other side of the mountain pass. It was a full moon, quiet even for a Dornish city, and the young woman spent her time walking the quiet roads. She was often sure footed, a gifted young lady in both womanly arts and her own style of fighting. Stepping around a pit in the stone, making note to mention it to Exol, her toes caught on a lip, twisting her ankle as she lost her balance. She cursed her childish overstep, making her best attempt to catch herself once again. That was when she felt strong hands grab onto her, an arm around her waist, gently pulling her back upright. Strong, but not bulky, she was turned in the mans arms to find the most handsome man she had ever seen. Be it because she had been ignoring men for the past four years, or because he really was very handsome, she would never be able to tell you. "Are you alright?. And for the first time in her life, Illysia stuttered.

It was common for the young woman to disappear for a few days at a time, no doubt enjoying her time with some beautiful woman somewhere or just off adventuring in the wilds around Godsgrace. The last thing Exol would have expected was for her to be at a mans home, not only making love with him, but speaking and bonding with him. If anything, he was the most entertaining male she had ever met. She would not know it then, but she would be carrying this mans child in her belly. Unfortunately, there would not be such a chance for him to know.

Three days time passed when she found herself walking home, barefoot, with a young viper curled around her calf. The young man was beside her, his hand on the small of her back as he kept her balance in check. Too much wine and sex was known to leave woman walking rather strangely in Dorne. That day would be the happiest - and the saddest - day of her life. They rounded the corner to see the home in flames, burning deep and hot. It had taken over, too far to see it end well. "Father!!" Illysia screamed for the man, tearing away from her lover, headed straight for the building. He was certain she would burn if he let her go but she pulled with such a fury that there was nothing he could do to stop her. She had thrown him to the ground and vanished into the flames before he could get up. Inside, the young woman searched every room for Exol, finding him face down in her bedroom. He was shirtless, words carved into his back. "Come to King's Landing Illysia. Or you die too." She cried, her tears heating on her face and leaving dry stains behind. If she was burning she did not feel it. When her fathers body caught fire she let him go, hearing the squeak of a living animal behind her. She turned to find two dragon hatchlings crawling over to her, barely able to move. She was not burning, not even close to dying in that fire.

The sight that those watching had seen that night was the only thing that made it to Essos and Westeros about her. Naked, save for the twin dragons latched to her skin, and a dragonbone and Valyrian steel Glaive, she walked out of that fire unscathed.

To Westeros.

Theme Song

I Want You - Cassie Steele
<sub>I want you baby every single drop
I need you for my own and I won't stop
Til' your mine cause I don't share what I like
And when you touch me I feel so damn nice
Your attention is like heroin
When you give it to her I could shake a bitch
Cause you are mine and I would sacrifice
Everything to shoot me up with you tonight
Everything to shoot me up with you tonight

[Bridge:]
I want you baby every single way
Your love is like something I've never tasted
You hold me close and I get excited
That you are mine and no one else gets to bite it
I want you

[Chorus:]
So bad I scream at night
Your face kicking up insane inside
I kinda like what you're making me do and
Never seen my body move the way it's moving
So bad baby I can't breathe
My lungs fill up when you're touching me
I kinda like what you're making me feel and
I want you baby want you want you want you want you want you
I want you

I need you baby I just wanna please
Just say the word and I'll be on my knees
I'll play a role give you ultimate control
For your love it I'd sell the devil my soul
I have to have you or my minds breaking loose
Paranoia 'round my neck like a noose
Cause you are mind and I would cross every line
To get your body next to mine for life
To get your body next to mine for life

[Bridge:]
I want you baby every single way
Your love is like something I've never tasted
You hold me close and I get excited
That you are mine and no one else gets to bite it
I want you

[Chorus:]
So bad I scream at night
Your face kicking up insane inside
I kinda like what you're making me do and
Never seen my body move the way it's moving
So bad baby I can't breathe
My lungs fill up when you're touching me
I kinda like what you're making me feel and
I want you baby want you want you want you want you want you
I want you

I walked by and I had to have you
You

I want you baby every single drop
I need you for my own and I won't stop
Till your mine cause I don't share what I like
When you touch me I feel so damn nice
When you touch me I feel so nice

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So bad I scream at night
Your face kicking up insane inside
I kinda like what you're making me do and
Never seen my body move the way it's moving
So bad baby I can't breathe
My lungs fill up when you're touching me
I kinda like what you're making me feel and
I want you baby want you want you want you want you want you
I want you</sub>

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Extra Stuff

• Exoldan and Vrash are the dragon eggs hatched by Illysia during the fire
• Her daughter Tatyanna stays in the attached nursery in the Red Keep, not far from Illysia's bedrom
• One of the few trusts spies of the Master of Whispers

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Name: Zyloria Reise | Rose :: Flare :: Ellie
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Species: Half-Elf, Half-Human

Personality: Zyloria appears at first to be a kind natured and calm young woman, until one gets to know her. She has a passion in her that burns just as hot as dragon fire, an impulsiveness and urge to action that often get's her in trouble, though a sharp mind and quick wit to keep her safe. Rarely does she hesitate: at all. She shows so little fear that some of the younger children have asked her for stories of the things she's seen or heard about from her father. Of course, these come into fun little tales she makes up on the spot. Proud, determined and honest, she says what she's thinking when she's thinking it - unless she instinctively knows it's a bad idea. She loves with everything she has, so fiercely and strong that she will do everything she can to protect those she loves - including throw herself in the line of danger.

History: Zyloria was conceived of a bedding outside of wedlock, beyond the wishes of the young elvish womans parents and the advice of the elders. Of course, this elven woman had finally found the love of her life, in the form of a human man. They're daughter was born a year after she left the cities behind. The two lived in a cabin near the edge of the . When they're daughter was born trouble was rising, and a halfblood child would not live long in the magic forest. Thus, her lover left with Zyloria, travelling the kingdom as a bard and mercenary.

When they had settled down, Rose was too young to really remember travelling, and they have lived in Marshal for the majority of her life. Often she would ask her father stories, inspiring her to learn how to be a warrior like him so she could travel and hopefully one day meet her mother.

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Name: Zyphorous Maux

My Hider

Gender: Male
Age: 150 in the sleeping state; zero physically

My Hider

Personality: Zyphorous is protective where Zyloria is passive. He's outspoken and unafraid to be aggressive. Being threatened by someone else is no issue for him, since he'll stare down his attacker before laughing in his face. He loves the thrill of battle, but knows when to exercise caution. A dragon of few words, he would prefer to show how he feels though raw power of presentation. Images, feelings, actions, power.

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Theo Redwyne

“We've held the sea just as long as the Greyjoy; Coin, longer than Lannister; The Crown's Trust; as old as the Empire.”
[color=grey]“If ever there was a true Redwyne heir, Theo is him.”[/color]

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Basic Information

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Name

Theo Redwyne

Nickname

Archer | Red

G E N D E R

Male

A G E

17

S E X U A L I T Y

Heterosexual

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Home

Father

Julian Redwyne, 36 - Lord of the Redwyne House, and the Arbor. He has maintained and expanded the Redwyne trader empire, as well as repaired relations with the Tyrell of Highgarden. He is rather relaxed and comfortable with his position, though when the opportunity arises he will not let it sail by. Especially when it comes to expanding his power and treasury. A good man and a careful father, he rarely makes a mistake. He may not be the most loved of men, but he is certainly better off than the Lannisters.

Mother

Melina Redwyne nee Hightower, 33 - First and only wife and lover of Julian Redwyne, she captured his heart the moment they met at a business meeting between their fathers. Brown of hair and with fire in her eyes, the woman is known for both her sharp tongue and her wit. She is fiercly loyal to both her family and her husbands House. A kind mother, she isn't the type to let misbehavior slip by unaddressed, though she has never been violent with her children. Melina is possibly the most fertile woman that the Redwyne House has seen in generations, easily conceiving for her husband.

Siblings

Vivian Redwyne, 16 - first daughter, she has a hot temper and fiery spirit clear inherited from her mother. She isn't much the type for business, though she is known for her rather aggressive bartering in the markets. She has a sensitive tongue, and knows the difference between a fine wine and a cheap imitation as if it is the most obvious thing. Born very early in the year.
Alysanna Redwyne, 16- Born late in the year, she is technically the younger sister to Vivian, she's rather relaxed in her attitudes. A gift for numbers, she and her sister make a great team when trading with merchants over seas. Much like their father she is comfortable where she is, instead of chasing opportunity she lets it come to her.
Janice Redwyne, 15 - Playful and outgoing, she may very well be the most friendly of the Redwyne daughters. She enjoys going outside, meeting new people and going on adventures as well.
Marcus Redwyne, 14 - Like his slightly older sister, Marcus enjoys running around, doing new things and going out of the main hold. He isn't as outgoing as Alysanne, but not overly shy. He liked horses, and other livestock, and is learning to specialize in trading animals.
Gerald Redwyne, 14 -

Religion

Faith of The Seven; actively practicing, even with his reliance of logic

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Skills

Strengths

Gladiator Combat - trained in the use of sword, mace, lance, trident and shield; he is aware of the basics of most fighting techniques in Westeros. He is, unfortunately, not well versed in the styles of Dorne or Bravos, though he learns well.
Adaptability - a quick study and avid learning, Theo picks up quickly on subjects he finds interesting; mainly sword arts, smithing and boating. He as an immense amount of concentration for such interesting things.

[color=???]Weaknesses[/color]

Focus - unless interested in something, Theo's mind tends to wander, easily losing focus of his task and forgetting where he was when he returns to the real world. He remedies thing with a mug of tea and fine free cities chocolate.

[color=???]Weapon[/color]

What weapon do they use? Do they even use one?

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Mannerisms

[color=???]Likes[/color]

• Some things that they like. At least 5

[color=????]Dislikes[/color]

• Some things that they dislike. At least 5

[color=???]Habits[/color]

• Some habits that they have. At least three

[color=????]Hobbies[/color]

• What do they do in their free time? At least three

[color=???]Fears[/color]

• What makes them freak out?

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Digging Deeper

[color=???]Personality[/color]

A full paragraph. Flaws, and good things too.

[color=????]History[/color]

A full paragraph as well, more if you're into that sorta thing. What was your character doing up until now? Just chilling? Put that down!

[color=???]Theme Song[/color]

[url=http://???]Song – Artist[/url]
_{lyrics from the song}

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[color=???]Extra Stuff[/color]

Anything extra that didn't get covered up there.

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[color=???]

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Character’s Name

[/color]

[color=???]“Quote by your character”[/color]
[color=???]“Quote by someone, about your character”[/color]

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Basic Information

[/center]
[color=???]Name[/color]

Put their name here!

[color=???]Nickname[/color]

Do people call your character Shithead? Well put it down here!

[color=???]G E N D E R[/color]

Whatever tickles your peach

[color=???]A G E[/color]

12-18 but you know a 12 year old probably isn't gonna be kicking ass and taking names

[color=???]S E X U A L I T Y[/color]

What kind of people does your character want to bang? Do they want to bang?

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Home

[color=???]Father[/color]

Everyone's got one!

[color=???]Mother[/color]

Coincidentally, everyone has one of these two!

[color=???]Siblings[/color]

Only some people have these!

[color=???]Religion[/color]

Dependent on family in most cases. Starks are most likely Old Gods, where as everyone in the South are probably Faith of the Seven, except for the Baratheons. They could very well be R'hollor. The Greyjoys are probably Drowned God.

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Skills

[color=???]Strengths[/color]

What's your character good at? Something? Nothing?

[color=???]Weaknesses[/color]

What's your character not so good at? Should have at least three things here cause, as I like to say, "Nobody's perfect, I've gotta work it, again and again til I get it right."

[color=???]Weapon[/color]

What weapon do they use? Do they even use one?

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Mannerisms

[color=???]Likes[/color]

• Some things that they like. At least 5

[color=????]Dislikes[/color]

• Some things that they dislike. At least 5

[color=???]Habits[/color]

• Some habits that they have. At least three

[color=????]Hobbies[/color]

• What do they do in their free time? At least three

[color=???]Fears[/color]

• What makes them freak out?

[.hr][.hr]

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Digging Deeper

[color=???]Personality[/color]

A full paragraph. Flaws, and good things too.

[color=????]History[/color]

A full paragraph as well, more if you're into that sorta thing. What was your character doing up until now? Just chilling? Put that down!

[color=???]Theme Song[/color]

[url=http://???]Song – Artist[/url]
_{lyrics from the song}

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[color=???]Extra Stuff[/color]

Anything extra that didn't get covered up there.

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CHARACTER NAME
Relationship: Best Friend/Friend/Acquaintance/Love Interest/Rival/Enemy/relation/
"Character quote about character in question"

• Points and stuff. Probably want more than one

CHARACTER NAME
Relationship: Best Friend/Friend/Acquaintance/Love Interest/Rival/Enemy/relation/
"Character quote about character in question"

• Points and stuff. Probably want more than one

CHARACTER NAME
Relationship: Best Friend/Friend/Acquaintance/Love Interest/Rival/Enemy/relation/
"Character quote about character in question"

• Points and stuff. Probably want more than one

CHARACTER NAME
Relationship: Best Friend/Friend/Acquaintance/Love Interest/Rival/Enemy/relation/
"Character quote about character in question"

• Points and stuff. Probably want more than one

CHARACTER NAME
Relationship: Best Friend/Friend/Acquaintance/Love Interest/Rival/Enemy/relation/
"Character quote about character in question"

• Points and stuff. Probably want more than one

CHARACTER NAME
Relationship: Best Friend/Friend/Acquaintance/Love Interest/Rival/Enemy/relation/
"Character quote about character in question"

• Points and stuff. Probably want more than one

CHARACTER NAME
Relationship: Best Friend/Friend/Acquaintance/Love Interest/Rival/Enemy/relation/
"Character quote about character in question"

• Points and stuff. Probably want more than one

CHARACTER NAME
Relationship: Best Friend/Friend/Acquaintance/Love Interest/Rival/Enemy/relation/
"Character quote about character in question"

• Points and stuff. Probably want more than one

CHARACTER NAME
Relationship: Best Friend/Friend/Acquaintance/Love Interest/Rival/Enemy/relation/
"Character quote about character in question"

• Points and stuff. Probably want more than one

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"It’s a pleasure"



Name
Princess Viridiana Rose Juran

Age
109

Sex
Female

Sexual Preference
Heterosexual

Vampire/Human/Slayer
Pure Blood/Aristocrat/Turned

Family
[TBD]

Significant Other
N/A

Gifts
Clairvoyance
- Via visions and poems and dreams – some rather violent – she has the ability to see faraway places in the present times, past and future events coming on the current path. She may submerge herself in trances to call visions forth at will, though these are more violent and painful for her –

Death
-Strangely enough the Pure Blood vampire, Vi is able to channel death. This gives her the ability to see, hear and speak to spirits, as well as find where they are attached to. She can tell if and when someone is going to die by touching them – only if the time of death is close. She may also control the dead and force them to obey her command –

Telepathy
-Able to hear the surface thoughts of anyone within a mile radius of her, though read past thoughts and diving into memories requires her to concentrate more on that single person than the group. The closer they person is the easiest it is for her. She may as well send her own thoughts and memories and images to others. This ability gives her a heightened sense of when someone is trying to touch her mind and allows her to construct mental walls-

Personality
Quiet, mild mannered, sweet and loving; Viridiana exhibits many of the characteristics required of a good Queen and a sweet Princess. She is coveted and yet remains humble and kind but still capable of being fun loving. Unlike her mother however, Viridiana prefers to be along with her books rather than in the company of her family. She exhibits a shyness that hasn't been seen within the Juran women for the last three generations, a rare gem among jewels. She's naive and modest, often missing the comments people make about her. Viridiana prefers a solitary environment with her books and legends. Where other Vampires are conniving, trying to work their way to the top, the Princess remains too trusting of their facade.

Biography
In the life of a Vampire, Viridiana is not that old, having been born nearly one-hundred-and-fify years after her second brother. She's the youngest of the Juran children, and likely the last. Since she was a child she had been raised in seclusion,

Extras
-Enjoys reading and writing-
-Cats are her favourite animal; she has three as well as a horse-

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Ryder Blaze Roger

{"You can't hide from the truth; it comes after you"}

| Full Name |
Ryder Blaze Roger
| Nickname |
RB _Initials?
Ry
| Birthday |
July 17^th
| Age |
16
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
Homosexual
| Relationship Status |
Single
| Classification |
Sophomore
| Social Tier |
C-List
| [color=?]Role[/color] |
Goth

| [color=?]In Depth Appearance[/color] |

| [color=?]Quirks | Habits | Oddities[/color] |

| [color=?]Likes[/color] |

| [color=?]Dislikes[/color] |

| [color=?]Hobbies[/color] |

| [color=?]Secrets[/color] |

| [color=?]Fears[/color] |

| [color=?]Personality Traits[/color] |

| [color=?]Personality[/color] |

| [color=?]Place of Origin[/color] |

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Roza Kain

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Roza Fey Kain

{"When the going get's tough; Get Tougher"}

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| Full Name |

Roza Fey Kain

| Nickname |

Rosie; A name given to her by her father, though no one else is allowed to use it
Fae; A nickname attributed to her middle name, and her mothers love of Folklore

| Birthday |

December 31^st

| Age |

Seventeen[17]

| Gender |

Female

| Sexuality |

Pansexual

| Relationship Status |

Single; Not Interested In a Relationship

| Classification |

Senior

| Social Tier |

C

| Role |

Rebel

| In Depth Appearance |

Roza is tall for a girl her age, reaching about five-foot and seven-inches, weighing in at around one-hundred and thirty-six pounds. She has a vast assortment of tattoos, some newer than others though she prefers them to anything else. Her hands and forearms are scarred from years of abuse, a lack of care and her own distaste for girlish delicacy. Long blonde hair hangs around her mid back, cut with a sharp knife and uncaring hands. More often than not she would saw through it when it got annoying, rather than go get it professionally cut. With an hourglass figure and D-Cup breasts, she rarely covers her tattoos. Preferring cut offs, distressed jeans, tank tops and leather jackets, she's the picture of a rebellious teen. She's the kind of girl your parents wouldn't let in the house.

tattoos

Left Arm
Spine
Right Arm
Back
Left Upper Thigh
Right Calf
Left Collarbone
Feet

| Quirks | Habits | Oddities |

☩ Pen Clicking; when thinking or nervous, Roza tends to click a pen in her right hand, that she keeps in her back pocket.
☩ Foot/Finger Tapping; a restless person at heart, Roza is always moving, often resulting in her twitching as if she is anxious.
☩ Lollipops; she nearly always has either a lollipop or a toothpick between her teeth, occupying her attention.

| Likes |

❥ Car Garages
❥ Drinking
❥ Drugs; primarily marijuana
❥ Motorcycles
❥ Classic Cars
❥ Autoshops
❥ Candy
❥ Very loud, very heavy music
❥ Poetry
❥ Playing both guitar and bass
❥ Tattoos
❥ Chilling
❥ Sex
❥ Dark/Night
❥ Midnight Drives

| Dislikes |

❥ Annoyances
❥ Obnoxious People
❥ Seeing nice cars totaled
❥ 'Pretty Boys'
❥ Popular Girls
❥ Church
❥ Pushy People
❥ Deadlines
❥ School

| Hobbies |

☩ Autoshop; Roza spends a lot of her time fixing up old or broken cars and motorcycles, using the majority of her free time to do so. She finds parts for cheap, and, when the project is finished, selling it off unless she really likes it. In this case she adds it to her collection in the garage.
☩ Casual & Competitive Motorcycling; What feels better than the wind in your hair, weaving through traffic like you're flying? She has no objections to teaching others how to ride - for a fee - though she doesn't often offer unless they show a profound interest in what she does. Other than her casual rides, she goes drag racing on weekends, having reached a 0.392 reaction time, and 4.013 seconds down a quarter mile. Her favourite bike, and one of the few times she will take her riding seriously.
☩ Recreational Activities; Namely, hiding away on one of the mountain forests with a whole bunch of weed. For about two days a week the young woman will vanish. She'll turn off her phone and enjoy her time alone. She's never brought anyone up to the mountain sanctuary, glad to have her camping spot completely unknown.

Secrets

| Secrets |

☩ Not many people are aware of the rings that hang out in the town, Saint Mary's students rarely stumbling upon the underground activity that happens right beneath their noses. Roza, on the other hand, is a pit fighting champion. It's kill or be killed in these fights, and whoever you are, you can't be afraid to die. She reigns undefeated, but a merciful champion. She won't kill someone unless she has to, but when her opponent goes unconscious she let's him go. If someone takes him to the hospital then he lives. In her career as a Pit Fighting Champion, she's lost count of how many people she's killed, and how many she's hospitalized. She'll never tell anyone she's a murderer.
☩ She's Russian, the daughter of both a Mafia Boss, a mechanic and a former Spetsnaz. That's where her training had come from, and her over abundance of various drugs, though she supports herself for the most part. Her father paid for her tuition, though she allows other students to think that she was a charity case.
☩ She gave her virginity to the current music teacher and orchestra conductor of the school. She also got him into drugs, and gave him the limp that causes him to use a cane to walk.

| Fears |

☩ Losing her ability to fight, or her ability to work on her motorcycles
☩ Being trapped, tied down, or stuck in one place. Having her freedom taken away.

| Personality Traits |

☩ Brash
☩ Reckless
☩ Honest
☩ Up-Front
☩ Insensitive
☩ Solitary
☩ Unobtrusive
☩ Carefree
☩ Accepting

| Personality |

Girls of private schools are traditionally shy, well spoken and polite. Roza, is the exact opposite of expectations. She shows little interest in classes, people or anything she deems boring or tame really. A free spirit she's no afraid of risks; thriving in the adrenaline that danger brings her. She craves a sense of freedom, the wild, and hates being cramped to the point of extremes. Unlike others, she is not an outgoing individual, though she is friendly or at the very least, polite, to those who approach her first. Aware of her rather unapproachable impression, she rarely does much to discourage that stereotype.

Assuming that one has the balls to speak with her, Roza isn't unfriendly, though she won't pull her punches when she talks. She doesn't make friends easily, though she's rather protective of the friends she does have. If you've got a secret you don't want anyone to know, or you want to know something else, she's probably the girl you're looking for. If it's not her secret she won't give a shit, though she likely won't even listen in the first place. She's lived through a lot, and would prefer to give advice where it's wanted than speak her mind where she knows she'll fall on deaf ears.

| Place of Origin |

Krasnodar, Russia

| History |

Born in Krasnodar to the German woman, a former prisoner of war and a victim of seemingly endless torture, the first good thing in her life was her daughter. The girls father was one of the men charged with her housing, keeping her fed, alive. He tended her wounds and spoke with her, and she gradually fell in love with the gentle giant. Unfortunately for her, he didn't love her as much as he did his country. He was the one who brought her to the execution chamber; judge, jury and executioner. He'd raise the girl, but not while her mother lived. Viktor Krasnoff took the girl and left the country, working undercover for many years in various American organizations. Eventually Roza was old enough to understand, and she took to it much better than he thought she ever would.

Roza stood over the mans lifeless body, knuckles bloody and bruised. Her jaw was dislocated, swelling. Two fingers broken on her left hand and a cracked rib. But she had won the fight. The man in front of her couldn't have been much older than her, barely more than a boy, though he had fought well and hard. In the end it was his softness; his inability to see her as an enemy instead of a girl, that got him killed. The thirteen year old girl looked up as a hand dropped on her uninjured shoulder, her father standing behind her. "You did well."

There was never much to tell, barely more than a few pages written in bad writing, for the Russian girls story. It was a cycle of violence, love and drugs. Sex, fire and death. Even as a child she never brought friends home, never fell behind in classes even though she rarely showed up. Growing into the young woman that she is, she's recently taken more independence, this year choosing her own school to attend. One not far from the Shop, but with boarding and food. A new wave of potentials, but there's not always room for it.

| Miscellaneous |

_{We're supposed to have a favourite show?}

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Character's Name

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[color=???]Character Name[/color]

{"Character Quote."} -Author[.hr]

| [color=?]Full Name[/color] |
First Middle Last.

| [color=?]Nickname[/color] |
Not optional. Tell how they got that certain nickname or why they like to be called that.

| [color=?]Birthday[/color] |
What month and day were they born?

| [color=?]Age[/color] |
15-18.

| [color=?]Gender[/color] |
Male? Female?

| [color=?]Sexuality[/color] |
Hetero? Homo? Pan?

| [color=?]Relationship Status[/color] |

| [color=?]Classification[/color] |
Freshmen? Sophomore? Junior? Senior?

| [color=?]Social Tier[/color] |
A-list? B-list? C-list? Not everyone is A-list!

| [color=?]Role[/color] |
Prep? Thespian? Nerd? Outcast? Jock?

| [color=?]In Depth Appearance[/color] |
Include everything here, please. Even clothing style and if they have any tattoos, piercings or scars. At least a detailed paragraph!

| [color=?]Quirks | Habits | Oddities[/color] |
At least three.

| [color=?]Likes[/color] |
At least seven.

| [color=?]Dislikes[/color] |
At least seven.

| [color=?]Hobbies[/color] |
At least three.

| [color=?]Secrets[/color] |
At least two.

| [color=?]Fears[/color] |
At least two.

| [color=?]Personality Traits[/color] |
List the good and the bad.

| [color=?]Personality[/color] |
At least two detailed paragraphs.

| [color=?]Place of Origin[/color] |
Where were they born?

| [color=?]History[/color] |
At least three detailed paragraphs detailing your character's life.

| [color=?]Miscellaneous[/color] |
Make sure you've read the rules.

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Anastasia Vivian LeBrouche

Age

Ten and Eight years of age
_{Plus seven months, three days, nine hours, seven minutes and approximately thirty-two seconds}

Size

Five foot, three inches
_{, one centimeter and three militeters.}
One hundred and twenty Pounds
_{Actually, it’s one hundred and nineteen point seven-eight, pounds.}

Physical Shape

Before the beginning of the end, Anastasia was small and thin, with little real muscle to speak of and for the most part she has retained the same mass with little fluxuation. She has little body fat after the span of time and has gained just enough muscle in her arms and legs for the constant activity that she finds herself in every day. She has a flat stomach and slight curves that are still in the process of developing; long limbs and a medium length torso, long fingers. She has a slight limp as well, from breaking her leg and it not healing quite right.
_{I can run and jump just like everyone else, just don’t ask me to do it a whole bunch or I’ll end up dead like them. Then where would you be without the living Encyclopedia?}

Personality

It’s clear to say that Anastasia is a bit of a smart-alec and a huge know-it-all. She’s spent every waking moment of her life gathering an extensive collection of knowledge inside of her head and she’s very proud of it, even if she doesn’t know exactly what to do with that knowledge half of the time. She’s a thinker, and will often rather spend her time puzzling over a problem than jumping into the action like many others do; instead she finds the best way to go about it first – before getting someone else to do it. Anna likes to play yhr back row and remain unnoticed by others until it’s a time when she can shine and put forth what she knows and put it to good use – she has demonstrated this before. Regardless of her love of learning she is never satisfied with what she knows and constantly goes on the search for something new to set her sights on, sometimes leading herself into dangerous areas and rumours, she is also shy and tends to refrain from greatly impacting her own emotions with the bonds of humanity. Unfortunately, she gets attached to those she likes and never wants to let them go either. She is capable of great compassion and loyalty, if one does earn her trust, and often spends her time in groups tending to the injured or avoiding confrontation all together.

Occupation

Librarian’s Assistant and Medical Student

Equipment

Mostly, Anastasia finds herself dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans, suited for easy movement though not restricting or getting in the way; a short sleeve shirt from the assortment of shirts she’s found or taken, primarily she likes to wear a plain grey shirt that is a little loose on her; her choice of footwear is a pair of worn sneakers she’s has since before the disaster, she hopes she’ll be able to find a pair of fitting boots before winter; a warn black zip up sweater, grey fuzz on the inside.

Inventory

In a traditional, three main pocket school backpack she keeps a utility knife, notebook for observations, three pens – one black, one blue, one purple – and a hair brush. Most items she keep on her rotate with the need as she rarely leaves the library and often keeps her things in the space she sleeps inside of. In the smallest of the pockets she keeps a picture of her mother, held inside of a black leather, men’s wallet she puts money she finds inside of. A box of matches sits in a plastic bag inside of the biggest pocket, closest to her back, just on top of the fabric grocery bag. As far as food goes she always keeps a bottle of water on her at all times, and at least two granola bars from what she has kept inside.
_{Really though, I don’t go anywhere. People come to me when they need something and they bring me stuff.}

Weapons

Anastasia isn’t one for combat and prefers to stay out of the fray in such a way that she’s taken to using a slingshot and math to take down the enemies that she absolutely has to be rid of. She keeps usually about five or six steel ball barrings in a small pouch in her sweater pocket though prefers to use rocks and bits of rubble that work well enough and still fly the same. As well she has a staff – more just a study piece of wood – that she uses to keep them away from her when she really needs to.
_{Neither requires me to have an overabundance of muscle, nor to get so close as they can touch me too; perfect for someone trying not to die but doesn’t have the strength to run.}

Background

Awaiting collaboration
Anastasia was born to a high class family as the second daughter and the youngest of five children, with her three older brothers constantly causing trouble and her sister nearly fifteen years her senior. They lived in Venice, Italy for a long while, her parents having moved here for her father’s job as an artist and her mothers’ love of photography, in a modestly sized home with two floors and a small yard where the girls kept a garden. Anna was a strange child, she never cried and she didn’t speak, at least not until her sister had moved away to marry a posh boy in London whom had come calling after his homestay and educational exchange on the island; she never grew to know her sister well and most of her brothers were gone in similar ways before the three moved to America, the next stop on an endless train of moves.

They settled in a small town in South Dakota, living there until Anastasia reached the age of seven, a year and a half since they moved there and on to New York then Vegas and finally they stopped in Atlanta. Because of how often they had moved around, the girl found her friends in works of fiction and the text books at school where she would spend hours reading. Her parents learned she had an eidetic memory when she was nine and had recalled something she’d seen when she was only three years old – a pony on their property, described in picture perfect details. This was the purpose for their move to Atlanta where she attended none but the best schools and found herself in random university lectures simply because she left like it.

Where most kids would have complained about being forced into greatness, she embraced her own mind and began to learn everything she possibly could, from old text books to newspapers dating back all the way to the sixties, lyrics to songs her mother had listened to and dictionaries. She quickly became fluent in any language she tried to learn and was well on her way to becoming a linguist and translator when the accident happened. She was sixteen, beginning to grow into her mothers’ beauty when they picked her up from school one day and were hit head on by a large truck speeding down the street on the wrong side of the road. Her parents died instantly, but Anastasia, in the back seat of the car, miraculously survived the accident. It had crushed her leg and her heart so wake up six months later without a single familiar face around her. They’d called all of her siblings and none had come and it was even worse to learn that her parents had perished from a complete stranger. They had left her with enough money to live off of until she died, but what she needed was love and someone to talk to; she didn’t speak again for two years after the accident. After another few months her brother showed up at the hospital, alone and with only two bags of luggage, ready to take her home he said though she never understood why it was he who had come. James had spent little to no time with her at all, having been absorbed in studies of his own while he reached to become a great scientist to find a cure for anything he could – he was working on the biological weapons team without knowing, they were feeding off his research into various diseases.

Even though she didn’t talk for that long while, she wrote and they would learn together, helping her find her love of knowledge again until her leg was mostly better, a new metal knee cap helping her walk and a couple screws in her leg, though regardless she still walked with a limp and a terrible scar running all the way down either side of her leg led her to never wear the dresses her and her mother had bought again.

During a time when the infected were rising up, taking over and the military had yet to arrive, she was at the library picking out books for her next study project when the police officers had started to bring people inside, away from a group of approaching infected where they could hopefully protect them from the danger. It was a bloody fight and Anastasia saw enough of it that she spoke again, even if it was just a wordless scream and almost silent prayer for her mother and James. With the ensuing chaos almost none of the infect saw her make a dash for the stairs, crimpled and weak the thing grabbed onto her bad leg and sent a jolt of hot pain up her leg, causing her to fall onto the stairs and nearly drop the book she’d been holding. She kicked widely until the grip on her ankle loosened and scrambled up the stairs as best as she could, finding her way through the door and toward a bookshelf to hide behind. She managed to get that far before she doubled over for breath, fighting an asthma attack while it rounded the corner, looking for her. She swung without thinking, the large hardcover volume connecting with its head and causing its death.

By the time everything was done and she couldn’t hear anymore sounds, Anastasia had locked herself in one of the upper floor closets and silently cried herself out of panic. The salt of her tears, the metallic taste of her blood on her tongue, the sound of the dying she could still here; it was such a profound moment of realization that she was allowing so many to die without doing a thing about it that she would never forget hiding in that closet waiting for her brother to come save her again. When the door opened and the silhouette of a man stood outside she spoke, really, for the first time in two years.

"James?"

She had hoped, beyond hope, that her brother had somehow come to find her; he was the only person she'd ever really spoken to, even before she had left Venice with their parents when he had been living and studying abroad with their eldest brother, Isaac. It was disappointing to her to see that it wasn't her brother, instead it was the history professor she'd seen earlier that day. He'd survived, somehow, just like her. Over the course of the next two months he had helped her come out of that shell again and speak, while they had gotten closer and fortified their little space and tried to survive.

Anastasia knew though, that this little room would not last forever.

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I'll use this for something sometime :/

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Everyone thinks of the silence, but what of the pin that dropped?

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Name

_{Eliza Roze Marshal}

Age

_{Sixteen [16]}

Size(s)

_{44B, 27W, 36H}

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Element

_{Light and Darkness}

Attunment

_{Unfortunately for the young girl, her heart aligns more easily with the power of darkness that flows through her. She finds solace in the cold calm of the shadow, the 'truth' she feels so attached to. This swallowing Darkness seems to be all that's holding her together these days.
Fortunately for her, her gift for Light is easier to handle. She manipulates it with care and perfection, only going so far as to what she knows she can do. She likes to expand her limits - but only in private where no one may see her fail. Refracting light into different colours is a favoured pastime, and something she does subconsciously when she is stressed.}

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Personality

_{Calm | Collected | Gloomy | Anxious | Determined | Sarcastic}

We judge simply by what we see; much hidden beneath the surface

<sub>Eliza is not an optimist, but neither is she a pessimist. She may be best described as a realist, though her ambition to become better than she is, is something she does see as a realistic goal. She lacks a certain sense of peace that often gives others the relaxation that they crave. Eliza, knowing nothing of this, pushes herself to her absolute limit, crashing against that wall time and again until she passes by the obstacle that ceased her personal progression.

On another note, Eliza is haunted by her inner demons, even if she won't admit it since she finds these demons more comforting than the kindness of others. She holds a barrier between herself and others, refusing to allow anyone close enough to realize how truly shatter she is. Her sharp tongue hides her tears, her calm, her inner turmoil. More often than not she is uncertain of who she even is, or what she should be. With multiple voices whispering in your head, it's not hard to lose your way. Who knows if she is even capable of true love, friendship or kindness anymore?</sub>

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History

It's the past that we remember when we think of what is to come. We determine our path by passed failures, wrongs and loves. It is that past that holds us back from our true potential. From the fate that awaits us later. It is unavoidable, and we cannot change it. It happened. We must moved passed it if we are to flourish. But never forget the wrongs they have done you. Such reminders are the Truth hidden in pain. People will betray you; no one can be trusted

_{Huddled in the closet, a blanket thrown over her head and hands firmly pressed against her ears, tears fell from eyes shut tight, figure shivering despite the heat of the small space. Crammed back as far as she could go, back firm against the wall beneath the very bottom shelf, shoes piled in front of her to hide her from view. The girl sniffled, smothering her sobs with her knees and more blanket. Her skirt was torn at the hems, fingers bloody from nails bitten to the quick. Knees drawn close, face shoved into her legs. The blanket shivered slightly, following the erratic sobbing of the child beneath it. The sound of boots being flung aside caused all movement to cease. She froze, eyes wide open, seeing nothing but the darkness created by the blanket, hoping beyond hope that she wouldn't be found there. All hope was lost unfortunately. The blanket, yanked aside, thrown across the room. Exposed, the girl lifted her head, a fresh wave of tears on her eyes. Tear streaked cheeks, all colour drained from her face. Small hands lifted, open palmed, as if she could stop what was coming with tears and sadness. Large, calloused fingers grabbed the front of her dress, yanking her violently from her hiding place. Heavy wind, cold, impact. The wall against her back, head snapped back, sore, swelling, broken. No more tears.}

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_{Fingers softly pushed the hair from her face, finding the girls odd colour eyes, lifting her chin until she looked him in the face. Soft, blue, kind. Past forgotten, lips touched in silent embrace. Passion, love; dependence, obsession; need, greed; selfishness, wanting. Limbs entwined, lovers sweetness. Tender touches, starlit gazes. Enshrouded by the moon, the two danced alone on the beach, sand in the feet, stars in their eyes. "I love you."}

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_{Eyes wide, watching them. The two unaware she was there. Heart pounding, tears in her eyes. Betrayal. She had known love, felt it, embraced it. Gone now. Forever. Hands curled into fists, nails biting into her palms, ripping open long closed scars. Light gathered, darkened, stained. It flowed through her, gave her strength her Light never had. Driven by her broken heart, she lashed out at the lovers on the beach. "Go to Hell!" Her voice boomed with power, gathered energy. The destructive force broke rock near her, pulverizing it, reaching the two before they had become nothing but pieces and blood stains on the beach. The final time the girl cried, sitting in the pool of blood she had created.}

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_{After that the beatings from her father got worse, her lack of reaction driving him closer to the edge as she refused to cry out in pain any longer. She made it to sixteen without another incident, living as she always had. As an average human being with no ability whatsoever. It was only when a man arrived in the small town, far away from the Academy, scouting for potentials when he came across the house they lived in. He watched the home and it's residents for several days before he caught a glimpse of the father beating his daughter, his wife already locked in the bedroom. It occurred to him that this must have been happening her entire life to have such a look of emptiness in her eyes. She looked like a corpse in her eyes, no emotion on her face. It was this man that brought her to the Academy, having had to subdue her and force the girl to listen to him. He had seen the light in her eyes, felt how the hope was leaving her, and knew with it she may well lose her sanity. She was born with a gift for Light, why should she fall to Darkness?}

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Weapons

_{A pair of sabers, worn on her hips, crafted by a Fire and Metal Elementalist from her home village. A gift, left in her bedroom while she was away at school on her thirteenth nameday. It was the single sign of kindness and comfort she received for years, sympathy she never asked for but found herself unable to forget. She has since kept the blades polished and sharp. She has since spent days in the forest clearing, attempting to teach herself to use them.}

Gear

_{Upon her discovery mid semester of the previous year, her savior fit her with a set of tough leather boots, leather bracers with steel wire inlaid to strengthen them. Her armor is light, and made mostly of leather and silk,giving her more movement than traditional pieces. She does not like to be held down by weight. She has a large black cloak, lined with wolf fur, soft and warm for winter.}

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Jessie Jay Decker

Biologist/Blogger

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F U L L N A M E

• Jessie Jay Decker
• JJ | Jess | Decker

D A T E O F B I R T H

25; August 17^th, 1991

A P P E A R A N C E

Jessie stands at a staggering five-feet and five-inches tall[5'5], weighing just over one-hundred and thirty pounds[130] pre-apocalypse. The last she checked, her measurements sat at a stable 44B-27W-35H with an hourglass figure. Fair skinned, with a progressive birthmark on her right forearm (it pretty much takes over the entire thing), apart from some seemingly randomly space freckles there are next to no other flaws to her otherwise alabaster skin. On her left wrist she has a pentacle tattoo in black, surrounded by red vines. After years of working with animals and learning about living things, she has various scars of teeth marks and claws from rather aggressive animals - including her own dog.

S K I L L S

• Identification & Tracking of Living Organisms, including edibility status
• Lightfooted & Agile, from years of training in Muay Thai, Kickboxing and Judo.
• Eidetic Memory, nothing is ever forgotten, though at times she much search her 'Memory Palace' for the answer

W E A K N E S S E S

• Love of animal life that often gets in the way of her logical judgement
• Curiosity and insatiable urge to learn
• Social awkwardness consisting of her lack of knowledge concerning human social cues

P O S S E S I O N S

• Clip point pocket knife with a black and grey camoflogue handle
• Black Swiss Army Utility Knife
• Camping Backpack packed with her camping gear
  
  • One-man tent
  • Small tarp
  • Flint
  • Sleeping Bag
  • Extra socks
  • Ten(10) feet of paracord rope
• First Aid Kit
  
  • One sealed roll of fresh gauze
  • Tenser bandage
  • Half bottle of peroxide
  • Box of adhesive bandages
  • Unused roll of medical tape
  • Tweezers & Scissors
• A photograph of her younger sisters
• Black bowie machete
• A charm necklace her sisters gave her

H I S T O R Y

The young Jessie Jay always knew she was a little bit different from the other kids around, her memory far sharper than those of her fellow students and her fallouts in social interaction leaving her with little to no friends early in her life. She graduated High School early with honors, got a scholarship and moved out of state for school. It was halfway through her first year that she got the phone call from her younger sisters saying they were orphans. Their parents had been in a head on collision with a drunk driver and died on impact. At the very least, they hadn't suffered. After this, Jessie took a year off of school, relocating the girls and herself to another area where they wouldn't have to be reminded of the man who murdered their parents. The twins were only fifteen(15) at the time. Four years later she's graduated and seeing her sisters off to college for their first semester.

Two weeks later was the first incident she had seen. She got in her truck as fast as she possibly could and drove across state to their school, barging into the dormitories in a desperate attempt to find and save the girls. What she found was her sisters corpses in their bedroom, walking and dead in the eyes. Telling herself it wasn't really them she gave them mercy, tears in her eyes for the first time in months. She stayed the night in the dorms, burying the girls bodies at first light, and gone by the afternoon. The least she could do for them was continue living, fighting and thriving in a world no longer meant for her. Now, in a town she didn't know, she finds herself trapped in a crowded church, forty four strangers around her.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

Loki her two year old wolf-dog hybrid companion. Her only loved one left alive.

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Name
Jasper Phoenix
Age
Seventeen (17)
Sex
Female
Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual

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History:
Life after the outbreak:

[ViolentViolet]

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Death comes with fire; rebirth and renewal

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Age

Appears Seventeen(17)

Gender

Female

Species

Phoenix

Power Descriptions

• Immortal Fire; a flame that burns hotter than the sun, yet colder than an icestorm. It cannot be extinguished by any means other than it's summoners death, or their will.
• Immortality; with the gift of wings came her eternal damnation. She lives forever, though when she grows old or dies, she is caught in flames and is reborn again from the ashes, all her memories intact with a new body.
• Flight; wings, duh
• Heightened Senses; her senses of hearing and sight are much more sensitive in particular, though it is not unheard of her for her feel the subtle changes in the breeze.
• Enhanced Physical Qualities; meaning she's far stronger than the average man, though werewolves and vampires, giants and gods are still stronger than she is.

Skills

• Baking
• Persuasion
• Observation

Personality

Biography

Likes

Dislikes

• Arrogance/Ignorance

Fears

Weaknesses

Other

Theme Song
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JASPER PHOENIX

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Why do you conform to societal expectations? No one remembers the copy. It's those who defy the norms that are remembered. They're the ones who change the world.

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THE BASICS

|| NAME ||

Jasper Phoenix || Ghosty || JP/PJ || Jas

|| GENDER ||

Genderfluid

|| AGE ||

15

|| GRADE ||

Ninth

|| SEXUALITY ||

Why don't you give it a try and we'll see what happens?

|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||

Unfortunately single

|| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||

A small paragraph about how you look, dress, scars, etc here.

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A basic list of traits.

|| PERSONALITY ||

A more in depth idea of who you are as a person.

|| QUIRKS ||

● List a few

|| HOBBIES ||

● List a few

|| LIKES & DISLIKES ||

+ List a few likes
- And a few dislikes

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Who they are to you - their names - jobs/what are they doing

|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION ||

Describe your home and what type of household you have

|| CAR DESCRIPTION ||

Most will not have a car at this point, maybe next year.

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A paragraph or more about what your life is like and what you want to accomplish this new year. This will be changing as the roleplay moves on. We will be adding to it.

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|| OTHER ||

Anything else you wanna say.

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tbc

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Lady Talya Krasnoff, Sovereign of Zeassa

_{"Basically, I hate conformity. I hate people telling me what to do. It makes me want to smash things. So-called normal behavior patterns make me so bored, I could throw up! "-Wendy O. Williams}

Talya Vera Krasnoff

Nickname

Angel | Leto

Birth Date & Age

December 22nd, 1998; 17

Sexuality

Why don't you give it a shot and we'll see where it goes

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In Depth Appearance:
Talya is tall for a girl her age, reaching about five-foot and seven-inches, weighing in at around one-hundred and thirty-six pounds. She has a vast assortment of tattoos, some newer than others though she prefers them to anything else. She has several scars on her forearms and hands from years doing things she shouldn't have been doing. Unlike those of her status, she colours her hair bright and unnatural colours, showing off just how different she is. With an hourglass figure and D-Cup breasts, she rarely covers her tattoos. Much to her parents distaste, she is often seen wearing cut offs, distressed jeans and hats. While they try to keep her in the dresses and formal wear during official business, as soon as she can slip out she changes.

tattoos

Left Arm
Spine
Right Arm
Back
Left Upper Thigh
Right Calf
Left Collarbone
Feet

Personality:

• Rebellious • Tomboy • Impulsive •

Talya has made an art out of breaking the rules, bending them just enough that they don't snap at formal events, but doing all in her power to defy the expectations. She dances with all the grace of her older sisters, knows her way through politics, but never puts an effort into anything. Well, not into anything that involves her conforming to someone else's expectations that is. She isn't above getting dirty for what she wants, going as far as to pick fights with commoners who don't know who she is. Talya isn't the most empathic of girls, but it's not like she doesn't have emotions of her own; defying the norm just comes before that.

Unfortunately, like her father, she is known to have uncontrollable fits of rage during which she blacks out and barely remembers what happened after the fact. It isn't often that she loses that fragile control over herself, but it never ends well when she does. As a person of impulse and instinct, her need to harm does come with the territory.

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Likes

• Monster, Splatter-fest, Creepy-Crawly Movies
• Popcorn
• Pranks
• Sarcasm & Satire
• Sleeping

Dislikes

• Conformity & Expectations
• "Girly" shit
• Formal Gatherings
• Being Bored
• Basic Bitches

Fears

• Not being able to be herself
• Being Forgotten
• Ruling a Kingdom

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Biography
Muscle rippled between her legs, velvet fur on smooth skin, a mottled black and chestnut coat. The girl held the reigns as she had been taught, leaning into the canter that quickly turned to a full gallop. Wind whipped through her hair, blowing naturally black locks back behind her. Green eyes sparkled with excitement, the thrill of riding like lightning in her veins. A yell behind her caught her attention, calling for her to stop and come in for dinner. Small girl turned her head, saw her fathers face and smiled.

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Eyes fluttered closed, lashes shading high cheekbones. Narrow chin rested on a tired palm. Instructor droned on, talking to the other royal children in the room. What was he talking about again? Oh right. Marriage pacts. They'd already planned to marry her off without mentioning that she ran off a lot. She'd nodded off, dark bangs covering her eyes. A hand on her shoulder, shaking her urgently. "Sister. Sister, wake up! Mother is here for you!" Eyes shot open, finding the beautiful woman waiting at the door for her.

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Colour stained fingers ran through wet hair, water running blue down the drain. Another girl cleaned up the dye covered rags, shrugging when she found a blue splatter on the white tile floor. Blow dryer loud in the giant room, fingers fluffing out the coloured strands. She looked up at the mirror, a smile on her face. "Perfect."

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Theme Song:
Control - Halsey
_{They send me away to find them a fortune
A chest filled with diamonds and gold
The house was awake, the shadows and monsters
The hallways, they echoed and groaned
I sat alone, in bed till the morning
I'm crying, "They're coming for me"
And I tried to hold these secrets inside me
My mind's like a deadly disease}

Other

• Faceclaim: Alex Dorame
• Colour Name/Hex Code: Mediumvioletred/C71585
• Talya has five sisters & four brothers
• She is the fifth child & third Princess

Kingdom Name:
Kingdom Colors:
King and Queen: Pictures and personality should go here. Personality is optional.
What the Kingdom is Known For:
Kingdom History: Feel free to go as much or as little in depth as you want with the History.