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[Emma]

Name: Aracely Cin

Titles/Alias/AKA: Ace

Age: 22

Birthplace: Econchi

Occupation: Spy for Hire, and a Barmaid as cover.

Nicknames: Celly, Ara, Cin.

Race: Merperson

Hair Colour: Dark Brown

Eye Colour: Hazel

Height and Build: Slim and slender, 5'6"

Other: Her mermaid tail is the color of pink coral, and the scales have a iridescent shine to them. Her eyes are classified as hazel in color, but in bright sunshine they appear dark green with golden flecks.

Personality: She is normally a mix of carefree, Mischievous, and content. Socialaly she is friendly, and agreeable. Aracely is a complete realist. She sees the practical side of things, always weighing her options and foreseeing the most probable outcome based on facts and past experience.

Three Positive Traits: Resourceful, Intelligent, and Reliable

Three Negative Traits: Stubborn, Deceptive, and Incorrigible

Quirks & Habits: She is ambidextrous. She fidgets with her pendent when she is anxious, or deep in thought. She hates wearing shoes, and likes to go barefoot whenever she can.

Race Abilities: --
Enchantment - Capable of enchanting and enslaving the opposite gender through song.

Healing - Merfolk heal 10x faster then other races, and submerging themselves wholly in water can regrow limbs, and clear away scars. In order for a merperson to heal anyone other then themselves, they have to assumed the injury/sickness into their own body and then heal themselves.

Underwater Breath - Capable of surviving underwater without breathing. They can breathe in both water and air and are capable of staying underwater as long as they like.

Omnilingualism - Capable of instantly speaking and understanding any language fluently.

Blood: - Merpeople blood is blue in color and can cure any/all poisons.

Tears: - Merfolk tears turn into a gem called Kesarite. A beautiful stone that is considered the rarest in all the world, as a merperson can only cry tears when outside the water, and merfolk don't natrually cry unless in extreme pain, or sadness. Kesarite changes color depending on the temperature, and lighting, it also has some magical properties.

Lie Detection - The ability to detect when another are lying; only catches untruths not lies of omission. They do not have to be conversing with the speaker in order to detect the lie, only in earshot.

Skills --
Needlework - Aracely's learn most of this from her step-mother, but after running away she stopped working on this skill. She took it up again four years ago, and is mainly self taught. She enjoys creating something with her hands. The detail oriented, and focused craft of embroidery, sewing, and weaving, keep her content in her free time.

Herbalism - Her father is a herbalist, and has been passing on his knowledge to her. She can identify plants and their uses. She knows some of the medical recipes by heart, but still has much more to learn in that area. She spent a lot more time learning about poisons.

Spy Prowess - She been a spy for about eight years now and thus has learned: lock picking, code translation, eavesdropping, hiding, emotional control, lying, lip reading, and other skills necessary for a spy.

History:
377 - Aracely was born in Echmor on the 82nd of winter. A quick and easy birth, her mother was just happy she was not a boy. Aracely's father was delighted to have a healthy child, and knowing he was Selma's favorite of her harem boys, he would be able to watch his daughter grow-up from afar.

381 - Her Aunt Zelena, is brutally attacked and mutilated by one of her own slaves. The attack also mentally scared her, thus causing her slow decent into madness. The slave responsible was put to death. Aunt Zelena came to live with Aracely's family in their land home. Zelena was hardcore anti-male. Within only a few months Zelena had banished Selma's male Harem, including Aracely's father from the house. Roscoe did not take this well and began planning on how to secretly take his daughter and leave for Lysair.

382 - Ara's nursemaid was the person that took care of Aracely most of the time, as her mother was not fond of babies or young children. Selma only came around to judge and criticize her daughters imperfections, and choices. Living with a controlling, judgmental, and cold bitch of a mother, did not make for a happy childhood home. And her aunt Zelena becoming more psychotic as the months pasted was not helping the situation. Her oldest sister Keeley was the only person little Aracely would listen to, and so began Aracely's days as a brat. Happier times where spent outside the house picking wild flowers, singing, and swimming with Keeley, but those time were coming to an end as Keeley grew older and was not interested in hanging out with her little sister.

383 Winter - Aunt Zelena went on a deranged rampage through the house, and after setting fire to the curtains in her bedroom, she committed suicide by jumping off the cliff, into the jagged rocks below. Aracely and her sister Keeley were playing in the waves around the rocks, when Aunt Zelena's body slammed down in front of them. After the incident her father began to take action on his plan, having papers foraged, and so on.

383 Spring - Keeley was sent away to farther her education in Echmor's capital. Ara woke from nightmares practically every night after witnessing her aunts death, and with Keeley gone, she became lonely. For attention she began playing tricks on the servants in the house, and eavesdropping on her mothers guests. Selma took to her old promiscuous ways and stared up her little harem again, the rest of her time was spent lavishly spoiling herself, and parading her wealth in front of others.

383 Fall - In the middle of the night, Roscoe snuck in and took the sleeping Aracely from her bed. By the time anyone noticed she was missing, they were well on their way to Lysair. Her father told her that her mother had abandoned her to Roscoe. Being only six she didn't question it. Once they got to Lysair, her father obtained work as a Herbalist, and they lived frugally above a shop in a town called Farrisville

385 - Her father married a human woman named Leda Hill. Leda was one of the few who Roscoe told his secret story to, and they fell in love. Ara quite liked the woman and was happy to call her mom. Life was pleasant for the time being.

388 - Ara learned the truth from her father about how she came to live with him, she was furious for being lied to all these years, and when she found out that Leda knew everything, anger and betrayal was all she saw. She decided to runaway. Ending up in Norvale she found herself among the street urchins. Prideful and stubborn she didn't return to her father like most runaway children. Living day to day, finding a meal became the main thing on her mind. She made friends among the street people, and unsavory. She learned some new skills as a pickpocket. An older street-kid named Warren saw potential in Ara, so he took her under his wing and taught her about how certain people paid for secrets and information. Thus she started her education/training as a spy.

390 - Being quite talented and clever, Aracely made her way up the ranks of the little street gang of spies and thieves rather quickly. Warren became a brotherly figure to her, and he convinced her to forgive her father. Later in the year she found out her father had been searching for her since she ran away. She found him staying at a Inn in Norvale, looking ragged and tired. He wanted her to come home, but she explained that she had found her place here in Norvale. He went back to Farrisville, upset but understanding.

392 - Leda sent word to Aracely that her father passed away from the pox. Ara blamed herself in someways. Even though they had reconciled she still wished she had spent more time with him, and not been such a terrible daughter. She went back home to Farrisville for a short time, for the funeral, and to help her step-mother. When she got back to Norvale she had found that Warren had dissolved their little makeshift street family, as he had found a real job, and most of the others had moved on. She was fifteen and alone, so feeling dejected she sent a letter to her mother in Echmor. The letter explained among other things; that Aracely was in Lysair, and that Roscoe had died.

393 - She got a job as a barmaid at a place called 'Lazy Lantern Inn & Pub'. Through the help of the urchin network, and pass spy jobs she was able to set herself up as a 'spy for hire'. Her job at the Inn was mainly a cover, and gave people a means of contacting 'Ace the spy'. One only had to speak with the pretty barmaid named Aracely, and she would set you up with 'Ace'. Effectively pretending to be just a contact of 'Ace the spy for hire'.

Family --
Mother - Selma Cin - 46
Father - Roscoe Hellis - dead
Half-sister - Keeley Cin - 26
Step-mother - Leda Marcella Hill - human - 41
Aunt - Zelena Cin - Dead
Friend - Warren Rex - Human - 28

[Emma]

Played by @Emma

"That girl has the Targaryen madness in her, I swear! I found her talking to herself yesterday."

"One minute she is perfectly sane, and the next she is throwing a fit, screaming, and braking things! I refuse to serve her anymore, the damn girl bit me."

"You know she was born with a caul. Some people think that a child born with a caul has the gift of second sight, maybe its true...maybe that is what ails her...what brings on the madness. Seeing the ghosts of the Red Keep, and hearing voices would drive anyone bonkers."

"I'm going mad aren't I? I can feel it...my mind slipping into darkness. My moments of clarity are becoming shorter. Why is this happening to me? Can no one help..."

Name: Corisandre Targaryen
Nickname: Corisandre Targaryen, the first of Her Name, Royal Princess of the Seven Kingdoms. "Cora"
Age: 17
House: Targaryen

Parents:
Father - King Daerys Targaryen
Mother - Queen Nymeria Targaryen nee Martell

Siblings:
Brother - Aenar Targaryen is her younger brother. He is the crown prince of the seven kingdoms, heir to the iron throne.
Sister - Shaena Targayen is her little sister. Princess of the seven kingdoms.
Sister - Illysia Blackfyre is her older half-sister. She is her fathers bastard daughter.

Personality: Once upon a time she had been a confident, outgoing, and exuberant young girl. The apple of her fathers eye, and a loving older sister. But that was all before the madness got its claws in her, back when she turned ten. Now a young woman of 17, she is a insecure anxiety ridden mess of nerves, and paranoia. At heart she is a still the sensitive and gentle girl she once was, but the erratic, unstable, and irritable behaviors have become more and more apparent over the last few years. She is scared for herself, and fearful that she might harm others during one of her breaks with reality. She is hesitant, and vulnerable. Her natural empathetic heart does not help, as other peoples emotions can influence her own rather easily. She is desperate for help, and understanding. The fits of madness happen more often then ever now, and she can't stop the visions, or voices in her head.

Skills:
- Singing (very enchanting voice)
- Speak/Read/Write High Valyrian
- Prophetic dreams/visions (they make no sense to her though)
- Painting
- Mathematics
- Remembering trivia/facts

Religion: Faith of the Seven.

Bio: The first born and oldest child of King Daerys and Queen Nymeria. She is second in line for the throne, behind her younger brother Prince Aenar. As a child she was bright and energetic. A happy little princess with a golden future ahead of her. But that all changed around the age of ten when she began having nightmares, and hearing whispers when no one was there. Waking up to her own screams in a cold sweat was just the beginning.

By the time she was twelve the fits of madness had begun. Hardly anything at first, but things only got worse with time. Biting her nails till they bleed, headaches, and shaky hands accompanied her new anxious self. Seeing things that weren't there, and lapses with reality became a weekly occurrence.

When she was fourteen she came down with a terrible fever, and that was the turning point, there was no fixing it. Her bad days started to outweighing the good. Once she recovered from the fever her health was never the same, as her lungs became weak, and the dark circles around her eyes never seemed to fade no matter how much sleep she got. When she was sixteen she was betrothed to Jon Royce's youngest brother Benjin, but the engagement quickly dissolved as Cora's mental health worsened, and she refused to burden anyone else. She is trying her best to stay sane.

Other: Dogs seem to hate her.

[Emma]

Played by @Emma

"Lady Alianne has always been quite a phlegmatic child...I've only seen her truly smile around her family."

"Forgiveness is a privilege, and its not something I'm very good at granting. So if you betray me, you're just asking for my retribution. Luckily I'm not ignorant like most girls who handout their trust like fools."

Name: Alianne Tully
Nickname: Called Ally by her sisters. Her brother calls her Amber due to her hair color.
Age: 14 3/4
House: Tully

Parents:
Father - Cyril Tully. Blue eyes, auburn hair, lanky build, overall not much to look at. He is a scholarly man to say the least. Known to be intelligent, strict, and confident. He is not much of a warrior, leaving the heroics and fighting to his younger brothers Vetis and Emerson Tully. Three years before he married Fidelma Redwyne; his lover was a servant woman named Deena, and she gave birth to his illegitimate son Corrick. Deena tragically died a few hours after giving birth. Cyril is 46 years old. He married Fidelma to combine the Redwyne and Tully fleets.

Mother - Fidelma Tully nee Redwyne. Beautiful red hair, brown eyes, fair skinned, and covered in freckles. She is a rather stoic and gloomy woman, who enjoys needlework, and tea. She has had seven children with Cyril, but only three have survived past infancy. She sees her husband's bastard as a nuisance, but she accepts him and treats him like one of her own. She hopes to give her husband a son to be his heir. She is 37 years old.

Siblings:
Sister - Serena Tully is ten years old. She has auburn hair, and light brown eyes. She is overly confident, clumsy, and funny. Serena is tall for her age, and she can usually be found running through the halls, playing practical jokes, or eavesdropping.

Sister - Rosalind Tully is six years old. Wavy red hair, hazel eyes, and lots of freckles, she is like a mini copy of their mother. She is rather shy, and sickly. Follows their mother like a shadow. She was born deaf in one ear, and has terrible eyesight, so she is usually seen squinting. She likes to knit clothes for her dolls.

Brother - Corrick Rivers is Alianne's half-brother. Her father's bastard son. Corrick is nineteen years old, with blonde hair and gray eyes. His mother's name was Deena. She died soon after giving birth to him. He has been raised beside his legitimate sisters, with the same privileges, and care. Treated as if he were also Legitimate by his family, he considers himself lucky. He is a great sword fighter, but not much of a bowman. He is a flirt, and wishes to one day become legitimate, and possibly be his father heir. He likes to gamble, and usually wins. His nickname is Cory.

Other - Four younger siblings all deceased. Alaric died when he was three years old, from complications with his Epilepsy. Isolde died when she was seven years old, from a wasting illness. Lyra died whens she was twelve months old, from pneumonia. And lastly Edmure died when he was two years old, from smallpox.

Other Family:
Uncle - Vetis Tully. Took the black when he was 20 years old, and is now first ranger of the nights watch. He is friendly to everyone, likable and sarcastic. He has dark auburn hair, and blue eyes. Vetis is tall and slim. He is agile and strong for being 44 years old. He is a devote follower of the Faith of the Seven.

Uncle - Emerson Tully is 38 years old, and very handsome. He has light auburn hair, light blue eyes, a well maintained beard, and is attractively muscular. He was 'Master of Ships' up until four years ago when he was granted land of his own. He is now a Landed Knight, and commander of the Tully navel fleets. Emerson is cunning, and ambitious. He basically does everything for the advancement of his house, and though his older brother Cyril is the head of house, Emerson is the one getting things done while Cyril has his nose in a book. He is married to Doline Karstark, and they have two sons together; Criss & Rolf. Criss is seven, and Rolf is four.

Aunt - Doline Tully nee Karstark is 25 years old. Married to Emerson Tully for love rather then mutual gain. She has black brown hair, and brown eyes. Otherwise considered mildly pretty, she takes after her Dornish mother. She likes to eat sweets, and is fond of flowers. She is very caring, and warmhearted. She is unable to have anymore children due to complications after giving birth to her youngest son Rolf.

Other - Alianne also has many aunts, uncles, and cousins on her mother's side of the family.

Personality: Alianne is a mix of her parents personalities, as she is highly intelligent like her father, and stoical like her mother. An old soul type, she is mature beyond her years. She is good at keeping her emotions in check, as controlling her emotions within herself comes naturally. She is rather contemplative and sensible compared to most girls her age. She has a soft side for children, and defenseless animals. Alianne is unusually perceptive, and knows what is expected of her. She does not trust others easily, and is rather cynical of people in general. Not that she comes off as such, she like to portray herself, as polite, and unassuming. For the handful of people that really know her they see her truthful, outspoken, and audacious side.

Her father considers education very important, so she is highly educated, and thus articulate and freethinking. Her mothers raised her with a strong moral background, so to Alianne values fairness and justice quite a bit. She is extremely loyal and protective of those she loves and puts her trust in. She places her family's well being above all others, and doesn't believe she could ever love or be close to people like she is with her family. Alianne does not forgive easily, and betraying her trust is the worst possible thing, as she has no qualms about revenge or getting even. She will hit you where it hurts most.

For those who don't know her, they might see Alianne as a quiet, impassive, composed, and overall boring young lady.

Skills:
- Needlework
- Astronomy
- Equestrian
- Swimming
- Playing Cards
- Writing/Calligraphy
- Archery
- Playing the Harp & Harpsichord
- Book Keeping & running a household

Religion: Faith of the Seven (Truly Agnostic)

Bio: Alianne grew up in Riverrun alongside her siblings. Her father made sure to supply a rigorous education, and her mother made sure Alianne excelled in all the noble lady pursuits. She is deeply protective of her siblings, and is closest with her half brother Corrick, who taught her how to ride, shoot a bow, and play cards.

As a young girl her father would spend hours reading to her, and her sisters. He read books about the stars, history, gods, legends, far off lands, dragons, and much more, resulting in Alianne's love of reading, and astronomy. For the times when he was not at home, letter writing became the means of communication between her and her father, as he traveled from library to library, sending home gifts for his wife and children.

As a little girl her mother would braid Alianne's hair, and take her for walks in the gardens, reciting poems, and praising Alianne for her pretty face, and good manners. As she got older, many afternoons were spent with her mother by the fire, as they embroidered designs on silk. With the deaths of four of her siblings, and her mothers resulting gloominess, Alianne took over as the motherly figure to her younger sisters for the times when her mother couldnt handle it.

Other: Has a pet rabbit named Romilly, and a horse named Merryweather.

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[Emma]

Character by Emma

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Full Name: Alice Susanna Keller

Nickames/Alias/AKA:
Names she has used throughout the years - Alyssa Henry, Lucy Moore, Claudia Dover, Susan Wilson, Viola Lemery, and Willa Conner.

Age: 95 - Became a Vampire at the age of 24

Gender: Female

DOB: 24th, May 1920 - in Berlin Germany.

Occupation: Chief librarian at Gringore Academy.

Race: Vampire (Turned at age 24)

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Hazel

Height and Build: 5'7" Tall, Slim, and Slender.

Other Appearance: She always wears her daylight charmed ring. Her voice is similar to the singers Priscilla Ahn. She fidgets with her ring when she is anxious, or deep in thought. When it comes to clothing and personal style she borders on simple basics, with a touch of vintage. (Example Wardrobe)

Super Long History

Alice was born into a middle-class Jewish family. Her father, Fred, was a pediatrician, extremely well educated, and well known among professional chess players. Her mother, Lucille, was a busy housewife, ex-teacher, and was originally from France. Alice grew up in Düsseldorf Germany, in a three-story house, along with her siblings Konrad, Wilhelmina, and Hugo.

She was four years old when her sister Wilhelmina was born early, she was a small and sickly baby. Alice's whole family was raised bilingual, speaking German, and french. At her mother's urging Alice began ballet at the age of six, playing small roles in local stage productions, and taking piano classes. But what Alice really wanted was to learn to play violin. Luckily her parents agreed that everyone should know how to play an instrument and read music, so she was given her first violin when she was seven, just after her baby brother Hugo was born.

She was mainly educated at home by her mother, and in Synagogue. She was instructed in the basics of formal education such as math, reading, and writing. She hated math to its core, but reading became her favorite. Her father sent her to a proper school when she turned 10, as he wanted all his children to have an education, so they could do what ever they wanted in life. Making friends outside her family, and neighborhood, she was a happy little girl.

She stopped the singing classes when she was eleven, as she decided to focus her time on the violin, which she had grown to love dearly. Her mother did insist that she keep up with ballet. Alice's dream was to one day to be a professional violinist, and composer. She was well on her way to accomplishing her dreams. She began trying to write her own plays, making Hugo, and her friends put them on for their parents and neighbors.

In 1935 the anti-Semite, Adolf Hitlers came to power, and his reign started. Nuremberg Laws were adopted, and all Jews citizenship were withdrawn. Alice was 15, but luckily she had just been accepted on scholarship, to a private music school is France. Her parents saw this as a way out of Germany for Alice. Her mother had even arranged for Alice to stay in France with her uncle, Eugene Lemery and his wife Claudia. Alice left home just before the start of the school year, and her older brother Konrad came with to find work in England.

Alice graduated in 1938. Her parents urged her not to come back to Germany, as things were just getting worse. So she stayed in France with the Lemery family, and started college, majoring in Music Theory, and English. After being away in France for almost three years, all she wanted was to see her family, but she pressed on. She became first chair violinist of her college orchestra, and began dating a young man named Henri Palissy.

She was 20 years old in 1940 when France became occupied. Henri proposed to her later that year, and she accepted. They promised to marry when the war ended. Henri, her first love, best friend, and now fiance left to fight in the war in December that year. Alice withdrew from college and found work as a typist, making extra money, as to not be a burden on the Lemerys.

Back in Germany her parents were quick to help their fellow Jews. Their three-story home become a place of refuge for dozens of Jewish people trying to find their way into hiding or out of Germany. Doctoring papers, and helping people get out became the focus of her parents, as she read in letters from them. Unfortunately her parents, Hugo, and Wilhelmina were found out and taken by the Nazis in late 1941. Her father died on the train journey to the death camp. Her sister Wilhelmina, was sent to the gas chambers on arrival at Auschwitz. Hugo and her mother were split up and made to do slave labor. Konrad was still in England working on ships, and around the docks in Portsmouth, sending money back to Germany for the family, he had no idea his family had been taken until months later when his letters returned unopened.

The Holocaust got its claws into France, and in January 1942 Alice was caught and deported to a concentration camp in Poland. By some miracle her mother was also an inmate there. The reunion was short lived, as her mother explained that Wilhelmina and her father were dead, and she had only caught a glimpse of Hugo months ago, as he boarded a different train to god knows where. During Alice's time in the camp, she became an interpreter among the inmates, using her knowledge of different languages to help with communication. The death of her father and sister, along with the missing Hugo were almost to much to bare for Alice, and it was a miracle she lasted.

In 1943 she developed pneumonia, and she was taken to the infirmary, were she basically had a week to get better or be sent to the gas chambers. In the middle of the night, two day before her week was up, her brother Konrad appeared, disguised as a Nazi soldier. Konrad had been looking for there family since he found out they had been deported in 1942. And he had found Alice's name by chance written on the infirmary list two days ago. He hadn't known she had be taken, and had assumed she was still in France hidding. He was here to brake his family out, he quickly picked up the dying Alice out of bed, asking her where to find their parents and siblings, as he carried her gently outside. Through struggling breaths and painful coughs Alice explained that their father and Wilhelmina were dead, Hugo was missing, and their mom was the only one left.

The next thing Alice remembered was waking up in a warm bed, with her mother asleep in the chair beside her. Konrad came in to the room, red rimmed eyes, he offered her some soup and water. He explained that once she was strong enough he was sending her and mother to England where his friend Alec Moore, had a place for them; But he was going to stay behind to look for Hugo. Alice spent months recovering, all while trying to convince her mother and Konrad that she should stay to help find Hugo. Her weak arguments were going nowhere, and in December of 1943, she and her mother left for England.

On new years day they had made it to Mr.Moore home in Dover England. Mr.Moore was glad to see they had survived and opened his home to them. Their were two other families living there. An elderly couple from Austria, and the Stuart brothers, Paul and George. Little did anyone know that the Stuart boys were actually Vampires. Paul was attractive, and charming, but also secretly a psychopath. He took immediate interest in Alice. But as the weeks past and he got to know her more, he became borderline obsessed with her, not that he would let anyone know that. George was quite, and stand offish, most of the time he just ignored everyone and spent his days locked in his room.

Alice was polite to them, and grateful that Mr.Moore took them in, but other then that she was only concerned with the war, Konrad safety, her MIA fiancee Henri, and where her little brother Hugo was. She and her mother counted the days between letters received from Konrad in Germany, containing news on the search for Hugo, which was going nowhere. Do to the prolonged bout with pneumonia, and the malnutrition suffered from the camp, Alice's health would never be what it once was, and the scar tissue in her lungs didn't help. She developed asthma, and spent more days in poor health then not.

Months past living in Mr.Moore's home, all the while with Paul trying his charms on Alice, flirting, and Mr.Moore seemed to be suffering from anemia. One night Paul tried to sneak a kiss, and Alice had finally had enough of him, so she abruptly, and venomously rejected him. Paul was enraged, he grabbed her by the hair, dragged her to the ground and bit her, drinking her blood as she kicked and hit him. But he kept on drinking her blood. She stopped fighting as the last of her blood was being sucked away, and she went limp. When Paul came down from fit of rage Alice laid near death on the ground in front of him, he laughed, and then started crying because he didn't want her dead forever. So in his hysterics, the spur of the moment decision was made, and he fed her his own blood.

June 1944 Alice died, and three days later woke up a vampire. Chained to a wall, in some windowless room, she had no idea where she was. All she could think about what how thirsty she was, but not for water. She felt strange, different, and strong. She could hear and see things clearer then ever before. Paul showed up hours later, with an unconscious human man flung over his shoulder. He dropped him in front of her, and without a thought she bit the man, and drank every last drop of blood, effectively killing the poor guy. Not thirsty anymore, she looked up at Paul, blood smeared her lips, and she remembered how he attacked her. Her mind was rushing a millions miles a minute, think so many thing, but everything was so clear, so sharp. Words like Aluka, Dracula, Motetz Dam, demon, and Vampire flashed trough her mind, and she instinctively knew that that was what she was, what Paul was, what he had made her.

She was not Human anymore, she was a vampire, and this made her angry. Using her new superhuman vamp strength she ripped the chains from the wall, and lunged at Paul with a growl, and teeth bared. But he was quick to laugh as he slammed the door in her face. Through the door he said in a cheery voice, "You're a strong one Ms. Alice, so happy you're all mine. Never thought I'd turn someone, your lucky a pureblood like me likes you so much. I made George cover for us. Told your mother we ran off to elope ha. See you later my girl."

Paul held her captive for over 8 months. And in February of 1945 she finally escaped. The first morning of freedom, she found out the hard way that Vampires can't walk in the sun. Finding her family, and hiding from the enraged Paul became her primary mission in life, if you could call it life. Living in darkness, the only thing Paul had taught her was how to feed without killing, and how to erase the humans memory.

About a month later she finally found her way back to Mr.Moore's home in Dover England. She came hoping her mother was still there, but George answered the door. She backed up in fear, expecting to see Paul behind him, but George just frowned and had the clueless Mr.Thomas invite her inside. George explained that her mother was in Paris with her relatives, and Konrad was in Birmingham England drinking himself to death, as he spent his days going through concentration camp books/logs/papers looking for any mention of Hugo. George apologized for Paul's behavior, and what he did. He explained that Paul had been here two weeks ago looking for her, and that it was best to not cross paths with him. Over the next three months George reluctantly became Alice's mentor in the ways of a vampire. Teaching her the history, laws, abilities, and limitations of her new life. They became friends in the process.

They left Mr.Moore home in June 1945. Alice wanted to find her family, and though George advised against her ever seeing them ever again, he went along with her anyway. She dyed her hair blonde, and began going by the name Susan Wilson, as to keep Paul off her trail. By September that year, WWII was over, and people were beginning to raise up out of wreckage that had plagued the world for the last 5 years. But she would never forget the camps and the horrors of war. For two years she searched for her brother all over Europe. She had found her mother living in Paris with Uncle Eugene, but didn't reveal herself to them, knowing George was right, and that it was better they though she was gone.

Paul found Alice in April 1947. But instead of attacking her, or showing any sign of anger, he smiled cheerfully as he greeted her and George. Alice could tell that he didn't expect George to be with her, but Paul didn't let on his true feelings. Instead Paul brightly told Alice that he had a gift for her, as an apology for keeping her locked up. Paul grinned as Konrad happily walked out of the shadows to stand beside him. The smiling Konrad, ran up and give Alice a bear hug. "Konrad and I have been looking for you my dear Alice. We've been searching for you for over a year. I must say blonde hair suits you, but your natural brown is more my taste, so will have to change that." Paul told her looking menacingly at George. George and Alice knew Paul was up to something right off the bat, but Alice was overjoyed to see her big brother.

Little did she know that Paul had turned Konrad into a vampire, over a year ago, knowing that Alice was looking for him, knowing this was not the life she wanted for her brother, Paul was playing a game. No fight broke out, Alice didn't yell, she just quickly whispered into Konrad's ear, not to trust Paul and to run. Konrad's response was a light hearted laugh as he stopped hugging her and said "Don't worry Ally, Paul explained everything, and I'm just like you, fangs and all that. God its good to see you." giving her another hug. Paul just smiled. The shock of what Konrad had said was apparent on Alice's face, and even George looked wherry. As a general rule vampire were not really allowed to turn more then one person every 50 years, but Paul didn't seems to follow any rules.

Alice was angry, and upset. She didn't want this life for her brother, a life in the darkness, life as a demon. She suppressed the instinct to ripe out Paul's throat, and instead calmly took Konrad by the hand to make him follow. She needed to be away from Paul, and to explain the truth to Konrad. George understood this, and went to get Paul's attention. When Alice and Konrad were far enough away, she told Konrad the truth: how Paul had attacked her, held her captive, that she was never his fiance, she hated Paul, and that being a Vampire was not her choice. She could tell Konrad didn't want to believe her, but he knew she was telling the truth, and then he became furious at Paul.

Alice had Konrad, and George on her side, so Paul was outmatched and could do nothing, he seemed to accept that and leave of his own accord. George apologized again on Paul behalf, and Konrad just looked lost, like his life was a lie...which it kind of was. Turned out Paul had told Konrad all about some happy prefect life that was being a vampire, that Alice wanted this for Konrad, so they could all be a happy family together...forever.

The months after finding Konrad were an adjustment. She had had a mission, a reason for living since she had become a vamp, and now that she had found Konrad, and seen her mother, the reason was gone. She didn't know what to do with herself, what to do with her impossibly long life. She still had not accepted herself as a vampire, a demon. She still had nightmares from her time in the camps, and the death of almost everyone she had ever loved. Everything she had ever dreamed of having in life was gone; finishing college, marrying Henri, having children, growing old with loved ones, walking in the sunlight free. She had survived the death camps, the war, but everything she had planed for her life was gone.

Depression, PTSD, and self-loathing made up most of the next few years for Alice. George and Konrad stayed with her, and together they made their way to America. A fresh start as Konrad called it. Living in New York city, times were changing in the 50s. George stayed with Alice, as he felt obligated since his brother was such an ass. Later in the decade Konrad found himself addicted to fairy blood, and spent most of his time tracking down old Nazis, and killing them off.

In early 1955 Konrad had ended up in a prison for supernaturals, as the guardians found him guilty of murdering 12 fairies, and 43 humans. Konrad confessed that it was true, but that the fairies were all accidents, do to his addiction to fairy blood, and his uncontrollable thirst. He would have got 90 years in a supernatural prison, but he had only been a vampire for less then a decade, so he got 10 years. With Konrad in jail, George and Alice left New York for a small supernatural community in Canada, called Umber.

Alice and George started a romantic relationship together, and love blossomed, which was something she never thought would happen. Alice felt free, and in love. Her witch friend charmed a daylight ring for her, and being able to walk out under the sun, changed Alice's outlook on vampire life. She was finally beginning to accept that the world around her was much bigger then is seemed.

In 1963 George and Alice had been traveling around Asia when Paul appeared. He was more psychotic then usual, and once he deduced George and Alice's relationship, he went bat shit, and killed George. Paul came back to reality rather quickly after he ripped George's head off. The regret/grief was instant for him. Alice was hysterical as she sank to her knees in the growing pool of blood around her. Paul forcefully grasp Alice wrists, and dragged her to her feet. "You...You made me do this Alice, its all your fault. Your mine! You are suppose to love me. You made me have to kill him, my own brother. Stupid girl, you'll have to pay for this. A brother for a brother is only fair." Paul said accusingly glaring into Alice's tear filled eyes. His blood soaked hands tightened around her wrists, as he watched her eyes widen as she comprehend what he said, and threatened to do. He kissed her on the cheek and then he was gone.

Cleaning up George's body was gut wrenching, but she was not just going to leave him there in some random ally in the middle of Beijing. She payed someone to discreetly cremate him, and the next day she berried his ashes in the Beijing Botanical Gardens. Konrad was safe from Paul as long as he was in prison, but his stent ended in two years so Alice had time to figure out how to keep Konrad safe. A small part of her hoped that Paul would just forget about his plans, that he would just grow bored waiting for Konrad to get out of jail, but Alice new that Paul was hell bent.

Over the next few months she did what she could, and called in favors to keep off Paul's radar. She sent letters to her brother, to inform him on what was going on, and told him to watch himself. She made her way to Rome to report Paul's offences to the Guardians. Little did she know that Paul's mother, Gwendolyn, sat on the judges counsel, and was a one of the twelve Elder Garudians. Reporting Paul got nowhere and Gwen made sure of it.


WORK IN PROGRESS

Family/Relationships:
Father - Frederick Keller - deceased 1941 age 48
Mother - Lucille Keller - deceased 1973 age 75
Older Brother - Konrad Keller - deceased 1965 Vampire age 54
Younger Sister - Wilhelmina Keller - deceased 1941 age 16
Younger Brother - Hugo Keller - deceased 1944 age 17
Ex-Fiance - Henri Palissy - deceased 1999 age 84
Enemy/Maker - Paul Stuart - Vampire age 409
Mentor/Friend/Lover - George Stuart - deceased 1963 Vampire age 257

Other/Extra:
She speaks German, English, Polish, Hebrew, French, Japanese, and Spanish fluently. And knows some Latin, Greek, Mandrin, and Dutch. She is working on learning Russian at the moment.

She plays Piano and Violin.

[Emma]

Character By Emma



Full Name: Marceline Opal Lennox

Nickames/Alias/AKA: Lennox, or Marcy.

Age: 19

Gender: Female

DOB: September 23 1996

Occupation: Student at Gringore. She works part-time at the local bookstore called 'Titlewave' that her father owns.

Race: Fae - Weevil

Hair Color: True form - metallic gold // Human Glamour - Blonde

Eye Color: True form - Cobalt blue // Human Glamour - grey blue

Height and Build: 5'1" - petite.

Other Appearance:
Her nose is pierced, and she sometime wears a dainty silver hoop in it, but most of the time just a tiny gold stud, or nothing.
She has the words 'Stay Golden' tattooed under her left breast.
On her left ankle she has a tattoo of a diamond.

True Form

Metallic gold hair, that shines like metal but is soft to the touch. Bird like cobalt blue eyes. And her skin appears gold dusted, and depending on the light her skin can look like she bathed in gold body glitter, or is just shimmery golden. Her fingernails are sharp tipped.

History/bio:
Marceline was born in St. Louis Missouri. Her mother, Sabine, had had no idea she was pregnant and went into labor as she was dancing her way through a rave. Needless to say is was an interesting and intense birth. Thankfully Marceline was born healthy and quick. Sabine not only was surprised to be giving birth, but when Marceline popped out all gold and glittery she was not very happy, as it meant her ex-fling Roscoe was the father

Sabine was never the motherly type, so when Marceline was two weeks old Sabine dropped her off at her mother’s place in Chicago. And so Marceline was mainly raised by her Grandmother Zelena, until Sabine finally got around to telling Roscoe he was a father four years later. Sabine came around every few months to crash for a few days until she was off again, she always brought a present for Marcy and her older son Lucifer.

When Roscoe was finally told about Marceline, and how he was a father, he swooped right in to take up responsibility. Marceline was four years old when she met her father for the first time, and he fell completely in love with his little girl. Roscoe didn’t want to separate Marceline from her older brother and her grandmother, so instead of living with him full time, he and Zelena set it up that Marcy would stay with him during the summer, and he would come to Chicago for holidays.

When Marceline was eight years old her mother came home 7 month pregnant, and wanted a fresh start with her children, she wanted to be a mom. So she packed up Marceline and Lucifer’s things and left with them in the middle of the night. Zelena was unhappy to lose the kids; they had come to be like children of her own.

Living with her mother in a trailer park in Arizona was very different for Marcy, compared to living in her huge two story house in Chicago, with her loving Grandmother. Sabine was practically a stranger, and one heck of a hot tempered pregnant woman. Lucifer resented their mother so the house was usually full of arguments. Marcy missed Zelena, and her home in Chicago.

Two months later Sabine gave birth to a baby girl who she named Yasmine. Having a baby sister was different, and to be totally honest Marceline hated it. Sabine dumped most of the responsibility of the taking care of baby Yasmine on Lucifer and Marceline. Weekly phone calls to Zelena, and summers spent in Vermont became her only peaceful place.

Marcy was eleven when Lucifer left to live with his biological father in Miami, after a huge fight between him and Sabine. Marceline was left alone with little Yasmine most of the time. There were many times when Sabine didn’t come home for days, and Marcy was left to completely fend for herself. Marceline was sick of it all, so she started forming a plan to runaway to live with her dad.

At first it was just a day dream, but when Sabine started bringing home her partying, and lovers Marceline was ready to put her plan into action. Leaving Yasmine behind didn’t feel like an option, but she had no idea what to do with her three year old sister. Marceline started taking luck from the kids at school, and gambling with the teenagers in the trailer park. She was saving up money for a bus ticket to Montaville Vermont, where her dad was.

And finally they day came, she dropped little Yasmine off the only other supernatural in the trailer park, an old witch. She left a message on her Grandma Zelena’s answering machine about what she was going to do, and were to find Yasmine. Then she biked three miles to the bus station. It took seven days to get to Vermont from Arizona. The greyhound bus ride was a long, but everything went rather smoothly for Marceline as she used the stored up luck. She was 12 years old and the seven day journey sealed the independent part of her personality. A strong survival instinct and sense of self-sufficiency became apparent attributes.

The greyhound bus didn’t go to Montaville, so Marceline ended up alone in Burlington Vermont. All her stolen luck used up, and her money spent. Feeling overwhelmed, scared, and exhausted she ended up sleeping inside the play place of a 24 hour McDonald’s, and tricking little kids into giving her their happy meals. After a terrible night’s sleep and a good cry in a McDonald’s bathroom, she called her big brother Lucifer. He yelled at her, and told her that Sabine, Zelena, and Roscoe were freaking out, waiting for her in Montaville, and they had sent a Shifter tracker to find her. Lucifer told her to get her ass to Montaville, and then he quietly apologized for leaving her alone, when he left to stay with his dad, and promised to come get her when he graduated high school.

She stole some more luck, and a bike. Marceline road 82 miles to Montaville, it took her over 11 hours and by the time she got there it was midnight. She had to work up the nerve to knock on her dad’s door, but when her father opened it, and scooped her up into a hug, she just started balling her eyes out and mumbling sorry. Her mother looked like she wanted to smack her in the face, and Zelena just looked worn out. Yasmine sat watching on the couch, and then started crying too when she saw Marceline. It was an emotional time, and then her dad and Zelena said they would figure everything out tomorrow. Sleep came easy, she was so tired and sore, just happy to be in her bed.

The next day her mother had left on a flight to AZ to pack up their trailer, and Zelena had left to do the same to her home in Chicago. While Marcy had slept the adults had decided it was best for her to stay with her father, but Sabine wanted to be part of her life, and Zelena was not going to allow Sabine to take care of Yasmine without supervision. So Zelena and Sabine were getting an apartment together in Montville.

She was fourteen, and it had been two good years living with her day, and seeing her mother, Zelena, and Yasmine daylily. Lucifer came to Montaville to start college at Gringore, but mainly to be near to his sisters. Sabine had come full circle, left her partying days behind, and found worked as a tattoo artist, and part-time bartender. Yasmine was just fine, and Zelena started teaching ‘Fae History’ at Gingore.

Sadly the happy times came to an end only a year later, when a group of Korikov Hunters came to town. With-in two weeks the hunters had killed, 4 vampires, 2 shifters, 5 witches, 1 pixie, and 3 gorgons. Once the whole Tellmore community figured out that it was hunters, they came down and murdered them one by one in a matter of hours. The one pixie that had been killed was Zelena. With the death of the closest thing she had to a real mother, Marceline turned to the darker side of things, and became much more manipulative, and angry. Korikov hunters made her list of things to destroy.

Now she is 19, and living in the dorms at Gringore. She has been taking the necessary classes to qualify as a guardian.

Family/Relationships:

Mother - Sabine Garnet Hale - 45 - Fae Pixie - Bartender/Tattoo artist
Father - Roscoe Alexander Lennox - 74 - Fae Weevil - Writer/Local bookstore owner
Half-Brother – Lucifer Onyx Sullivan - 23 - Fae Pixie
Half-Sister - Yasmine Amber Hale - 11 - Fae Pixie
Maternal Grandmother - Zelena Agate Hale - Fae Pixie - Killed by hunters - age 122

Other/Extra:
She is very good at fighting, and knows how to use different types of weapons.

[Emma]

Full Name: Cynthia Rosalind Farrell

Aliases: Cyn, Farrell, Rose Crowley, Agent Lyn, Gina Crow, Cindy Farre, Miri Oro, Thea Greene, Commodore Roscoe, Rosalie George, Amber Ross, Linda Smith, Ariel Gogh, Marlow Jones...

Rank: N/A

Occupation: A.B.S., and Expert Thief.

Prior Service:
- Arlo Crowley's Right hand - Mainly on Plant Ivorin. Resigned
- Alistair's Team - The Best Con Team on Planet Earth. Disbanded
- For Hire Thief - hundreds of small heist jobs.

Age: 25

Credentials:

• Expert Thief - Trained and apprenticed under the notorious master thief: Arlo Crowley.
• Proficient in Hacking, Document Forgery, Lock Picking, Safe Cracking, Security Circumvention, Acrobatics, hand-to-hand combat, Pick Pocketing, Agility, Knowledge of diamonds/gems, Know how of moving and selling stolen items. Identifying counterfeit cash.
• Currently wanted in two galaxies, on seven different plants.
• Varying Bounties between 50,000 credits to 4,000,000 credits for the known crimes of:
  
  
  • Arson.
  • Impersonating a Federal Agent.
  • Attempted murder.
  • Theft of 'the starry night' by Vincent Van Gogh - Plant Earth
  • Theft of- 9,000,000 credits worth of gems, cars, money, art, and artifacts - Plant Ivorin
  • Theft of the Hortensia Diamond, and the Hope Diamond - Plant Earth
  • Identity Theft
  • Other...

Comment: She has poor impulse control, and her social skills are not that great. She is considered to be somewhat psychopathic, by people who first met her, or know of her through rumors/infamy. She displays a very high level of spatial intelligence that aids her in everything from thieving, to drawing, to maneuvering vehicles at high speeds. And she can do advanced math in her head. She is extremely good at memorizing blueprints, schematics, maps, and the like.

She has lived all around the galaxy, but was born on Space Station Devlin of Plant Earth.

She is mostly human, her great great grandmother on her father side was of the Jurucian race, from planet Harberne. The small bit of Jurucian in her, makes her more flexible then average. Gives her the bright red hair, that otherwise would be unnatural for a human with her complexion. It makes her smell naturally floral. And she can breath carbon dioxide through her pores, like a typical Jurucian, but she also has a human respiratory system too, so she can breath Oxygen the regular way.

Cynthia has an older sister name Georgina Adeline Farrell aka Gin, who is 27. Gin is a well know bionic systems and body specialist. Ran a famous underground solar tattoo, body and medical mod shop on planet Biathlon aka Earth 2. Bionic, cybernetic, nano, and mechanical body modification, and surgical blah blah. She is the goto for illegal bio cybernetics, and A.I. mods. Bio Tech is her forte. Bionic eyes, and limbs, is her area of expertise. It was Gin's idea to join Lockheart's crew as a surgeon, and Cynthia decided to tag along and join the crew too.

She liked to take credit for her big thefts, so she typically left a calling card. A small green pill capsule, inside it, is a rolled piece of paper with 'Farrell Sin' written in elegant script. Her fellow criminal friend Billy, thought up the play on Cynthia's name when they were kids. She stopped the calling card thing after, the bounties and being wanted in so many places thing started becoming a problem.

[Emma]

Name: Maržena Mirėlis Šaltis (aka: Marzanna, Morė, Morana, Morena, Marzannie, Marmora, Mara)

Race: Unidentified (Yukionna Mother + Nightmare Father + Complex Fae Genetics = Marzanna)

Position: Queen of the Unseelie Winter Court.

Age: Around 3,500 years

Personality: Marzanna can seem a little cold at first, especially to those she dislikes; however, she is extremely loyal and protective of those she loves and puts her trust in. She has difficulty at times handling and accepting certain emotions.

Some would describe her personality in a matter of ways: Intelligent, Remorseless, Stoic, Articulate, Calm, Secretive, Authoritative, and Perceptive, being just a few choice words. She can be rather selfish when it comes to self preservation.

She does not trust or forgive easily, and betraying her is the worst possible thing, as she very rarely has tolerance for those who brake their words to her. She also has no tolerance for those that disrespect her. She has been known to go to great lengths to make those that betray her suffer. As she has no qualms about revenge or getting even. She will hit you where it hurts most, and can be very merciless. Overall she is nether good or evil, but mainly self-serving.

Appearance: She has pointed ears, and angular facial features. Marzanna has a dark olive complexion, with golden undertones. Her hair is black. But like a ravens feather, her hair can, in different light, appear to have a blue, dark red, purple, or green tints. Her eyes are a warm honey color, and have a metallic sheen to them under moonlight. She stands at 5'11", with a willowy elegant build.

She has a wide range of glamours. Different ages and ethnicity. Usually she takes the form of a beautiful human female, but on other occasions she might take the appearance of a black stallion, cat, or angelic child. Depending on the time period and place, she adapts a glamour to fit her needs. Over the last 800 years she has accumulated a handful favorites that she typically sticks to.

Her main Glamour is the same as the first one she ever dawned over 4,000 years ago, aka her original Glimmer. A pretty human version of herself. Sporting less angular features, natural human colorings, no pointy ears, gentler expressions, and standing around 5'6" in height.

Main Glamour

Background: Marzanna's parents were in many ways star-crossed. Her father, Keonhir, was an old Fall Court noble, who came from a very influential family of dream controlling fae, and was already engaged to someone else. Her mother, Bothilda, was a young Yukionna fae of the Winter Court, who was without titles or any prestige. They met during a winter festival, and fell in lust at first sight. Infatuation and passion was mistaken for love, and they ran off together. Keonhir thus leaving behind his enraged fiance, and oppressive family.

Three years later Marzanna was born into the Winter Court. She was a odd mix of her parents. Physically she resembled her father more, with the dark skin and angular features of the Nightmare fae. But Marzanna also took after her mother, when it came to her black hair and yellowish eyes. As far as her fae abilities went, she was a odd, weaker combination, of both Yukionna and Nightmare fae. She could make things colder, make it snow around her, freeze things into ice, turn dreams into nightmares, and she intuitively knew peoples fears.

Interestingly enough both her parents, though completely different races of Fae, were both of the same 'bringer of human death' type. As Yukionna freeze and suck the life out of humans, Nightmares terrify and scare the life force out of mortals. So with all the complexities that are Fae genetics, Marzanna had unique abilities of her own, pertaining to death. She could see/talk to human spirits, not unlike the Psychopomps fae, and she could also sense when someone would soon die, from untreated/terminal illness, diseases, or wounds, all she had to do was touch your skin.

When she was 50 years old (equivalent - 5 year old human) her parents passion died out, and they went their separate ways. Keonhir returned back to his bitter family, with hope of redeeming his position in the Fall court. Bothilda found herself popular among the Winter court, and sought enjoyment in collecting peoples 'true' names. Marzanna in the end chose to go live with her father, on his family estate. Even though she was not apart of the Fall Court, she was still welcomed. For a short time she was considered quite a spectacle, as mixed race Fae were extremely more rare in that time.

Time went on she grew older, and as a fae teenager she joined her mother in Winter Court. Her father had become known as the Casanova of the Fall Court, so needless to say her early upbringing was...nontraditional. Her time in Winter Court, with her mother, was more enjoyable then she expected it to be. She made friends with quite a few nobles, and more importantly with Bramden, the young winter king in that time. She would go on to gain the title of countess.

Her first time in the human world was memorable. Putting on a simple Glimmer and wondering around a human village, she met a boy named Odis, who would later become a Winter-Born fae under her guidance. She became well known in the human world, worshiped as a deity in parts of eastern Europe, and later in parts of southern america. The goddess Marzanna, they called her among many other names.

She was young in fae terms. Naively, she fell in love with a fae man named Daxbore. Unfortunately he was of the Summer court, and her complete opposite. She hated herself for loving him, even when it was apparent that he did not see her the same way. The century long friendship didn't end well, as Daxbore's ex-wife, Zaltina, tried to poison Marzanna, thinking she was the reason for their divorce. And after much more drama, and confusion Doxbore blamed Marzanna for all his misfortunes. Thus there friendship ended, and she grew to dislike him for the summer idiot he was.

Around 8th century BC, her good friend the Winter King Bramden told her of his plan to dethrone the old winter queen, and have Marzanna take her place. She was against it, having never wanted the position, but who was she to deny a king. She had the majority of the Unseelie Fae's support, as she was quite the hostess, her title of countess, and her notoreity in the human world was ever growing. So began the two century long campaign. The inner turmoil of the winter court was something for the history books. In 6th century BC, Marzanna became Queen of the winter court, ruling beside her good friend King Bramden.

She took the position of Queen quite seriously, and was a rather popular ruler. King Bramden later reveled to her that he had wished to be the only ruler of the Winter Court. That he had used Marzanna's favor among the Unseelie, since he needed the support in order to dethrone the last queen. Support that he did not have on his own. So he had thought that using Marzanna's esteem, would gain him more power and favor, and he had thought to make her abdicate once they won. Learning that she had been used, she was pissed, and so ended that friendship. Feeling betrayed she began planing her revenge. Taking away what he wanted most, seemed appealing. Killing him was to merciful. What Bramden really wanted was the throne to himself, so she was going to take it away from him.

In summery she was able to take him down completely by 2nd century BC. With decades of planning, she ruined his reputation, destroyed his political power, turned his friends against him, took over as the predominate leader, and overthrew his military strength with her own, without practically any bloodshed. Marzanna then was the sole ruler of the winter court for the next 500 years. This period of time would be considered the height of her reign, as she took it upon herself to be the best Winter Queen possible. Over time she came to learn that being Queen was not her thing, as the stress, responsibility, and restrictions didn't mesh well with who she was. But she could not just abandoned the throne, so she sought out a partner, a King to rule beside her. It had to be someone she trusted, which narrowed her choices to less then a handful of people.

Odis the Winter-born fae, would do well. He was like a brother to her. And so in the the 3rd century AC, she used her power as Queen to make Odis her king. It was not a popular move, to have a winter-born on the throne, someone who was once human, but it was done. Marzanna quickly shoved all the responsibility onto Odis, and happily basked in her new freedoms. Her appearances became less and less at court, until she altogether stopped going, only showing up to official meetings once in awhile.

In the 9th century AC, an Earl named Übel was able to trick Marzanna into reveling her 'true' Name to him. She would later find out that Übel had help from the vengeful Bramden (who she later killed). With control over Marzanna, Übel effectively became King, after killing Odis. He was considered mighty during the early decades of his reign. The winter court preferred him over the late king Odis. Marzanna was queen only in name, as Übel used his control over her to his liking. This would be her life for the next 300 years until, a Gremlin called Haeson, started moving his way up in the world, becoming a Baron. She liked him right off the bat. He served the king methodically.

Though she was still under Übel control, the king had gotten bored with her, so she was left to her own devises. And so began her planning, on a way to get ride of Übel. Her first plan failed, as she underestimated him. She had tried the poison rout, only before he even took a sip of the wine, he smiled maliciously at her, and order the prisoner to be brought in. The prisoner being Marzanna's own mother Bothilda. He decapitated her right in front of Marzanna, laughed and said that he hoped the queen had learned her lesson, as he pored the poisoned wine onto her mothers body.

Kept confined to her chambers for over a year, all she wanted was Übel to die painfully, and completely. Time went on and in 1880, Übel began to show signs of paranoia and weakness befitting of a winter king. She had been doing her best to start rumors, and other more devious things. Secretly messing with Übel mind. His weaknesses and abnormal behavior was becoming more and more apparent to the Winter Courts people, and even to the people of the other courts. Outrage, blame, and anger swept through the palace, all pointed at Übel. Haeson expressed his hatred of the weak King, and Marzanna joined with him. Giving any support needed to kill the king with his demon of a sword.

By 1958, Haeson had succeeded in cutting down Übel, and claiming the throne for himself. Now its been 50 years, and Marzanna and Haeson reign over the winter court together.

[Emma]

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Name: Rosalind Yildiz Haul (Rosalind is the name of Uranus Moon. Yildiz is a Turkish name meaning 'Like a Star'. Haul is Welsh for the word 'Sun'.)

Gender: Female

Age: 14

Nationality: Australia (Her mother is Turkish, and her Father is Italian)

Starting location: San Francisco

Location and notes on star mark: Size of a penny, 8 points, located on her tongue.

Star power: Omnilingualism - The power to instantly speak/read/write and understand any language fluently. Including - dead languages, computer code, hand signals, slang, Morse code, shorthand, pictographs, and other nonverbal forms of communication. When speaking any language her dialect, accent and pronunciation is spot on.

Corrupted or Uncorrupted: Uncorrupted

Personality: To Be Revealed in IC

Biography: Rosalind was born in Australia to Prospero and Nuray. Her father Prospero Uccello, was a young musician, and her mother Nuray Ceylan a florist. Her parents met in university through mutual friends, fell in love, and married two years later.

She was six years old when they tragically died in car accident. The death of her parents led to a whole life change for Rosalind. Her grandparents became her legal guardians, but they were very old and lived poorly in Kayseri. They decided that it was best that Rosalind stay in Australia. Luckily her kindergarten teacher Mrs. Haul offered to take her in.

Rosalind was officially adopted by Brianne and Kenneth Haul, when she was nine years old, and shortly after Brianne gave birth to the twins Ryland and Shane. She was ten years old when the whole family moved to the US. Her adoptive father got a new job in Los Angeles California, and the whole family packed up and moved. When she was twelve, a group of Milites Dei followers showed up at their home. Brianne was killed protecting Rosalind, and Kenneth ended up a vegetable in a coma.

The police put her, and her little brothers into a temporary foster home, while trying to contact other family back in Australia. It took three days but their Aunt Delaney finally flew in and was able to take care of them. Once Kenneth was let off life support, and the funerals were held, it was time to go back to Australia to live with her Aunt. But feeling like it was her fault and that she would always put her family in danger, she decided to runaway. She ended up in San Francisco, and found herself with the Zodiac.

Trivia:
Likes - Reading, Flowers, Painting, glitter, Playing Piano, playing tennis, listening to her favorite music, tea, swimming, the beach, surfing, movies, animals, lavender, rollerblading, autumn, gems/stones, and Italian food.

Dislikes - The smell of Hospitals, wearing make up, bugs, getting her picture taken, olives, mathematics, rap, heavy metal, horror movies, hot/humid weather, rain, people who think they know everything, obnoxious people, and coffee.

Phobia - Astraphobia, and Trypanophobia.

Other: Per Aspera Ad Astra

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Name: Romilly Tomlin - "Romy"
Age: 14
Gender: Female

Eyes: Naturally dark Blonde, at the moment though its light blonde with pink streaks.
Hair: Light Blue Grey
Height/Weight: 5'1" and 99 lbs.

Affiliation: Herself

Strengths: She is extremely proficient in electrical engineering and enjoys working with wires, circuits and fuses. She also is good with computer code, and hacking. She is talented in counting cards, pick-pocketing, puzzles/riddles, eavesdropping, hiding, emotional control, lying, lip reading, and gambling/street games. She can play the piano, and has an ear for languages. She has a good sense of direction, and knows self defense. She carries a taser, and a gun, which she knows how to use well enough to get out of bad situations. She also has a lot of random knowledge from reading books. Street smart.

Weaknesses: She does not know how to swim. She is very distrusting of others, and extremely self serving. She is incorrigible, stubborn, and unorganized. She is not at all empathetic towards people her age or older, but she has a soft spot for little kids, and animals. She can be vengeful and rather ruthless.

History:

Warning Could be triggering

Romy was born to her single mother Iris, who was a dancer for a Red Spark club located in the center of the Badlands. Iris was only sixteen when she gave birth to Romy. Her father could have been one of a dozen men, including the grubby club owner Kye Sparks. They lived in the apartments above the club, along with the 32 other 'dancers' and 6 other illegitimate kids, with fathers unknown. So for the first seven years of her life, she was raised by her young mother, and all the other adults that worked in the club. Free to roam the city streets, and do as she pleased. Discipline and structure was practically non existent, except for the few hours of school she had a week.

When Romy was seven when her mother joined the Leviathan cult, thus leaving her dancing days behind her. She and Romy moved into the Outer Circle areas were the cult leader had started up a small commune. The followers were like sheep, and the leaders like wolves. Her mother was made to marry Lance Whitt, a 'general' of the Leviathan cult, and younger brother to the leader Elroy Whitt. Iris was to be his third wife, and as rule she needed to be a virgin, so Romy was now identified as Iris little sister rather then daughter. Everyone knew the truth but with a few chants and prayers from the 'Messiah' Elroy it was done, and accepted as fact.

Romy had a mind of her own, and thus ended up in trouble most everyday. The cult was full of abnormal rules, and cruel unjust punishments for braking them. No running, no singing, no reading, no electronics, no games, no dancing, no laughing, no questions, you must whisper only, never stay idle always work, pray five times a day, bow on your knees to Lord Elroy, wear only the uniform given to you, eat only two meals a day, do not drink unblessed water, fasting every Tuesday, no lying, do not eat red foods, no personal possessions... Punishments for her misbehavior ranged from extra chores, to public beatings, to being locked in the shed with out food or water for days at a time, and to the worst of all, being sent to lord Elroy basement. Torture was a good word for what took place in Elroy's basement. Her mother who had once been caring and loving, turned a blind eye to the blatant abuse that Romy and most of the young children suffered, sometimes even participating in it herself, as requested by Elroy.

It was 10 month later when her mother gave birth to Romy's little half brother Jasper. And Romy was cast aside completely, sent to live in the old bunker with the fifteen other parentless children the cult had gathered off the streets. And the bunker was also where the old and dying lived. She made friends with two of the other kids, two boys named Glen, and Vaughn. They also had issues following rules, and like her didn't believe in the cults ideals. Glen was twelve and the oldest of there trio. He was the first one to suggest running away. It was a joke at first, but as the weeks past the joke sounded like a good idea. Anytime they got the chance they began planning, it became a kind of distraction from the hell life around them, but they never actually set a date for running away. They knew here kids alone in the Badlands was just death and danger waiting to happen, and that surviving on their own would be impossible.

Two years went by and she had learned to follow the rules when people were watching, she got in trouble much less, but was still a complete nonbeliever. She was only nine and a half, but she had had to grow up rather quickly. Independent, stubborn, and ready to survive. One day she was caught eating strawberries with Glen, and Vaughn in the forest outside the commune. Red foods were against the rules, and so each of them was sent one by one to get their punishment. Typically five smacks of a cane on your hands was all you'd get for such an infraction. Romy kneeled by the door of Elroy's basement, and watched as Glen was taken down stair, only to return 15 minuets later being carried out bloody and beaten. Vaughn was next to go in, and Romy could hear him scream. Scared was an understatement as she kneeled there waiting for her turn, looking at the unconscious Glen next to her. Vaughn walked out cradling a broken arm, his face mashed with snot, tears, and blood from the giant gash on his forehead. All of his fingernails were gone, and his eyes looked souless, as he sat down next to Glen who was slowly coming too. Romy refused to move from the spot she was sitting in, and had to be dragged into the room.

Elroy stood wiping the blood off his hands, as the door closed behind her, and she was left in hell. "Well hello again, my dear girl. I'm afraid I have tired out my arms after teaching those boys their lessons. Now Romilly as you know, red is the color of demons, and as you have been told before eating, drinking, or wearing red is to accept the demons into yourself. You need to be cleansed, and the gods have enlightened me in how to do so." He said to her in a sickeningly sweet way, as he smiled at her. He stood close to her and gently brushed the stray hairs out of her face, only to then grab and drag her by her hair to the mattress in the corner of the room. What followed was savage and brutal, and no amount of screaming, or clawing stopped him. Two hours later she was carried out of the room and had to sit next to Glen and Vaughn as they were all lectured and yelled at for another hour by one of the 'generals'.

Glen spent a week in the clinic, recovering from three broken ribs, a fractured wrist, a concussion, second degree burns on his arms, and twenty deep laceration on his back. Vaughn needed nineteen stitches to close the gash on his forehead, and his arm was put in a cast, his hand wrapped in bandages. Romy never talked about what happened to her down there, her friends wondered why she had been down their for so long and had only gotten away with a butch of bruise, and a cut on her lip. But they stopped trying to asked her once she glared at them. Romy had vowed to herself that she would never let what happen to her in the basement happen again. She wanted Elroy dead, and to be away from this god forsaken hole. She told her mother what happened in hopes that she would save her and take her away from this place. But Iris called her a lair, and went to her husband to report Romy as a rule breaker again.

Luckly Elroy was out preaching in the center of the Badlands, so her punishment for 'lying' was carried out by Elroy's wife, the second in command Hera. Romy's hair was buzzed off publicly, as the whole commune was gathered to watch, and then she was flogged and sent to the shed to stay for three days without food or water. Betrayal and anger with a twinge of abandonment was all she felt as she laid on the cold dirt floor of the shed. A ratty blanket and smelly bucket was all that decorated the unheated place. Well into the middle of the night Vaughn came to slid her some food under the crack of the door. "We're leaving tomorrow night, when Glen gets out of the clinic. Romy...just stick it out till then, and will come get you." He said, and with pity in his voice. "You and Glen better not forget me. Ok?" She said to him. Sliding his bandaged pinky finger under the door, they made a promise. The next night came, and all was silent. Till Glen showed up, and picked the lock to get Romy out. Vaughn stood behind holding three backpacks, and a flash light. They were out of there, running for a few miles till they slowed.

Life in the inner city badlands, was hard. But they survived together. Stealing what they needed, and cheating people out of their money. They later joined up with a gang of street urchins, and all seemed good to Romy compared to the last two year of her life. This was her new family. Free and happy none of them regretted leaving.

She was twelve when she picked a pocket she really shouldn't of. It had been an Inner Circle mans wallet and two days later she would come home to find four of her friends dead, including Vaughn. Turns out the man she stole from had secrets in his wallet, that he would kill to get back. Nadia and Glen were not among the dead, and she met up with them at the emergency hideout the next day. Nadia blamed her for the death of her brother Mac, and the others. Glen had been shot and wasn't looking to good.

In the end Glen bled out, and Nadia ran off with all the money, after punching Romy in the face. Twelve year old Romy was on her own in the badlands, the workhouses sounded as bad as the commune, she had no one. The grief of her friends murder turned to anger an guilt. She wanted revenge, and she knew were to start. The gang called Razors worked as thieves and thugs for the Inner Circle, and joining them was her way in. Using the wallet she knew who her target was, a man named Wilkin Harris. Sadly the Razors were not taking newbies, especially twelve year old girls, so she needed to find revenge elsewhere.

For the last two years she has been living around the city, doing odd jobs, as well as working as a hacker for hire, she spends the rest of her time in the city library.

Other:

Personal Possessions

Revenge List

1. Elroy Whitt
2. Wilkin Harris
3. Iris Tomlin Whitt
4. Nadia Dane

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Name: Alisha Devonne Landon

Gender: Female

Age: 18 3/4

Primary Power: Telekinesis Specialty

Personality: Alisha is stubborn, strong willed, and intelligent. She is a cynical badass, and doesn't put up with shit. She does not warm to strangers easily, and appears afraid of nothing. She controls her emotions within herself rather easily, mainly because she is slightly detach from her emotions. Alisha appears even tempered, controlled, and emotionally distant, until she lets you truly get to know her. So don’t expect many expressions of joy and happiness even though she feels it! She is a secret bleeding heart, and takes the suffering of innocents personally. If one pays special attention they can see that side of her throughout many of her actions. Alisha is very smart, and is particularly tuned into numbers. She loves books, and movies, a way to escape into her mind to a fantasy world. She is the protector of people she loves, extremely loyal, a "always has their back,". She is organized and has an excellent attention span. Over the years since her powers manifested she has become more sly, blunt, and uncompromising.

Skills: Mathematics, Krav Maga self defense, Acrobatics, Piano, Swimming, Mixed Martial Arts, Green Thumb, and Knitting.

Bio:

Kind of Long

Alisha was born in jail to a woman named Mandy Bennett. Her mother was in jail for prostitution, and Alisha's father was one of Mandy's many unknown Johns. She was immediately placed into the foster system after she was born. Her biological mother refused to give up her parental rights even though she had a 10-15 year sentence in prison. Three days old Alisha was given to a loving family in small town Connecticut. Little did anyone know Mandy Bennett was a Deve, and was just trying her best to stay off the radar of the people hunting her. Three weeks after giving birth Mandy couldn't take the prison life and separation from her baby, so she teleported out of jail, officially becoming a fugitive. First stop on Mandy's list was to get Alisha back, she ended up in front of the foster family's house in the middle of the night, and took baby Alisha with her. Teleporting with a baby was out of the question so she hitched rides down the interstate, with no plan or idea of what to do.

Six months on the run, living in and out of motels, and back to her old ways of making money, Mandy finally came to the conclusion that Alisha needed a proper home and family. Something she could not give her, so she left Alisha at the closest hospital. Alisha was placed into the Massachusetts foster system, and was quickly adopted in a matter of weeks, by the Landon family. Kayla and Martin Landon were some of the best parents you could hope for. They named her Alisha after the nurse that found her on the hospital steps.

And so Alisha grew up in Providence RI. A simple happy life. Martin her new father was a mixed martial artist who ran his own gym, and Kayla her new mother was a music teacher at the local high school. They all lived happily in a three story town home with a little court yard she would learn to walk in. Her bedroom was a favorite place with its powder blue walls, a canopy bed, and huge doll house her father built. Her parents sent her to the private catholic school, her summers were spent in Michigan at the cottage on the lakes, and Christmas was always at the Plaza in Manhattan. She even had an older brother named Felix who was her protector, and best friend.

Unfortunately when she was nine years old her family was in a car crash, and she was the only one to survive. Her parents died instantly and Felix was left a vegetable in a coma. Her happy life was seemingly over. The death of her parents led to a whole life change for Alisha. Her fathers parents became her legal guardians, but they lived in Germany, and only came to stay with Alisha until the house was sold, the funerals were held, and Felix was taken of life support. Her grandparents quickly decided that it was best that Alisha stay in America, so she was sent to live with her father's younger sister Harriet in Vegas Nevada.

Living in a cluttered 5th floor walk up in Vegas above a bar with her Aunt Harriet was very different from the life she had been living. Going to public school was nothing like her old school, she missed her friends, her old house, her city, and most of all her family. Harriet was an aspiring musician, who worked as a stripper, maid, and bartender to pay the bills, so she was not home much to take care of Alisha. When Harriet was home she was ether sleeping or playing music with her band in the living room until late into the morning hours. Harriet was a nice to Alisha, but responsibility for anyone other then herself seemed impossible for her to handle. Alisha was a good kid, but she had never needed to take care of herself before.

By middle school she had learned to how to cook, clean, shop, use the public bus, and she could take care of herself. She even had a part time job tutoring little kids in piano, and helping out at the yarn shop down the street from her school. Living on the bad side of town in a dangerous neighborhood Alisha was lucky to know a thing or to about fighting. When she was twelve Aunt Harriet was diagnosed with brain cancer, and Alisha became her caretaker for the next two years until she died. She felt alone in the world. Being only fourteen the state placed her into a foster care group home for girls. The place was like a prison, and most of the girls there where what some would label politely as troubled, but more correctly put they were violent delinquents, with major issues.

A month into her stay and Sunshine Home for teen girls, her Deve powers started presenting themselves. Alisha was pretty sure she was going nuts, hear what people around her were thinking and waking up in random places. The group home staff got her on anti-psychotics meds, and started locking her in her room at night, not that any of it stopped her. One day three girls decided to teach Alisha a lesson by ganging up on her in the bathroom to kick her ass, all because Alisha narked on them after she heard one thinking about their plan to burn the place down. She did the best she could defending herself, but she was quickly knocked to the ground and the girl proceeded to kicked her. Survival skills kicked in and she blasted them with her telekinesis, they went flying, and one of the girls landed wrong braking her spine, effectively paralyzed for life.

The group home staff locked her in her bedroom as they waited for the authorities to pick her up. Standing in her room bloody and beaten, with no idea what to do, and not knowing what was going to happen to her, she was on the verge of crying for the first time in over three years, when a woman teleported into her room, smiled and then abruptly teleported Alisha out into a alleyway downtown. She didn't know it at the time but that woman was her biological mother Mandy. After calming down, Mandy explained everything about being a Deve to her.

Accepting the truth was easier then one would think. Over the next year Mandy helped Alisha train her powers, as they lived from city to city. Mandy a was and expert at keeping her thoughts hidden and closed off, so Alisha never learned the truth about Mandy being her real mother, or Mandy's past profession, that is until New Years night. Mandy got drunk and let it all slip out. Alisha felt betrayed and pissed off, but she did't show it as she helped the drunk hysterical Mandy to her bed and cleaned up the vomit in the bathroom. She had never fully trusted Mandy, but she had been grateful to her and looked up to her in a teacher student kind of way.

A few months passed, and they ended up crossing paths with two Deve hunter agents. The inability to kill was not something Alisha had been told about, so when Mandy collapsed to the ground after telekinetically throwing one of the agents off the building, she wasn't ready. Alisha Quickly teleported her and her mother out, but the draining of powers from the fight made the jump a short trip, as they only made it to the alley below the building, Rather then all they way across town to their apartment. Mandy finally woke up, and they ran, but the second agent caught up and shots were fired. Mandy took a bullet to the leg, and another bullet grazed Alisha's shoulder. Mandy telepathically yell at her to keep running, and flashed a quick memory to her of the first time she held baby Alisha in her arms almost sixteen years ago. Alisha ran, only looking back to see the agent crack Mandy in the head with his pistol, and put her in fancy handcuffs. With the small bit of energy she had left she teleported a few blocks and haled a cab.

The next three years she spent on her own. Keeping a low profile after she moved to Detroit, she got a job at a as a receptionist at a car dealership. She was guilt ridden about Mandy, and slightly paranoid about being found by the agents, but she managed to live her life. Unfortunately the guy she started dating ended up being the son of one of these Agents. She had had no idea, and the guy, Graham, seemed completely safe.

When she went to meet Graham's father Ronald for the first time the man quickly recognized her as the teen girl who got away three years ago. An old picture of her was in the Deve hunters database, and he remembered it from a long day of filing a few months ago. With agent Ronald's abrupt realization, Alisha caught on to the thoughts in his mind. But before she could teleport away or do anything Ronald clicked on some button thing and Alisha's powers didn't work, she was stuck in his house. No words were said but Ronald issued a warning through by thinking it. Alisha didn't wait, and headed straight for the front door, ignoring the confused Graham. Ronald grabbed his tazer and quickly got in front of her, explaining backup was on the way, and telling Graham to leave the room. A fight broke out, and Alisha got a few good punches in before Ronald tazed her to the ground.

She woke up in the facility, in a cell. With her powers not working, and she was strapped to a medical bed thing. The only thing on her mind was how to get the fuck out of this place.

EXTRA INFO

Relationship Status: Single

Relationship Preferences: Hetero

Likes: Gardening, Parkour, Lemonade, Hot Baths, Flowers, Yoga, Reading, Movies/TV, Lavender Scents, Skiing, Monsoons, Tea, Brie, Organic Food, Coconut anything, Nature, Music, Knitting, Animals, Kettle Corn, and Waterfalls.

Dislikes: Alcohol, Pears, Writing, Heavy Metal, Rap, Selfish people, Jazz, Horror Movies, Jerks, Hospitals, Cleaning, Coffee, Hot Chocolate, Heels, Makeup, Dentist Office, Humidity, Roaches, and beetles.

Health: Synesthesia - Manly pertaining to numbers and math.

Other Info: Vegetarian. Mandy Bennett age 38.

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Name: Irissena Desmond - Iris
Age: 20
Race: Human - Blue-Blood
Class: Artisan & Healer - Wannabe Scholar

Personality: Iris is stubborn, strong willed, and intelligent. She is a cynical badass, with a innocent face, and doesn't put up with shit. She does not warm to strangers easily, and appears afraid of nothing. Iris appears even tempered, controlled, and a little emotionally unstable, until she lets you truly get to know her. Don’t expect many expressions of joy and happiness even though she feels it! She is a secret bleeding heart, and takes the suffering of innocents personally. If one pays special attention they can see that side of her throughout many of her actions. Iris is very smart, and is particularly tuned into numbers. She loves books, and stories, a way to escape into her mind to a fantasy world. She is the protector of people she loves, extremely loyal, a always has their back. She is organized and has an excellent attention span. Over the years she has become more sly, blunt, and uncompromising.

Alignment: Chaotic Good -- (Affiliation is to Herself)

Diety: Pallas (Goddess of knowledge, writing, language, wisdom, history, memories, weaving, and alchemy.)

Skills:
- Can Read and Write Elfock, old Elven, and old English. Knows a small amount of old Oriental.
- Swimming and holding her breath for over three minuets.
- Basic waterworld skills in fishing, food preservation, first aid, water distillation, celestial navigation, and sailing.
- Knitting, macrame, weaving, and sewing.
- She can pick most pockets and locks.
- An extremely good memory, and memorizing stuff comes easy to her.
- She knows a lot of random things/fact from reading and stories.
- Bone, stone, and shell whittling.

Weapons: She has a small whale bone dagger, with a leather wrapped handle. She also has a pocket full of bone/glass/shell/stone arrowheads, with no purpose, since shes never done archery, and has no bow.

Items:

some of her stuff

- Tall Clay Pot: Holds fresh rain water
- Big woven basket: Holds her bundles of yarn, wool, string, and cloth scraps.
- Knitting needles and Crochet hook made from bone.
- A blanket made from scraps of fur, and wool fabrics.
- Bundle of dried straw, grasses, Baleen, reeds, seaweeds, vines, and other such things used in basket weaving.
- Some clothes.
- A Sea sponge and a bar of soap.
- Fishing net.
- A small potted mint plant.
- A old tea tin: Used to hold wax candles.
- Small thing of matches.
- Glass Jug.
- Makeshift table: Made from warped drift wood, and carved whale bone.
- A rusty metal stool, and a fold up chair.
- Plastic tarp.
- a synth box of shells, feathers, coral beads, and sea glass.
- Rope to tie off her boat.
- Smaller woven bowls and baskets: Holding things like dried fish, fishing line, hooks, and sewing needles.
- Two ores.

Boat:

Irissena's Boat & Home

A old pontoon boat that's been modified over time to have a cabin and sail. Its old, and made mainly from scrap metal, synth, and drift wood. On the back of the boat the name of it is painted on in faded red paint. This boat is called 'Jubilee'.

Background:

Warning Could Be Triggering

Iris was born to her single mother Lola, who was a dancer for a Red Spark brothel located in the center of 'Crystal City'. A very large alliance fleet of ships hooked together, creating a sprawled out slum like town, with a famous red light district. Lola was only fifteen when she gave birth to Iris. Her father could have been one of a dozen men, including the grubby club owner Kye Sparks. They lived in the barracks above the club, along with the 32 other 'dancers' and 9 other illegitimate kids, with fathers unknown. So for the first seven years of Iris's life, she was raised by her young mother, and all the other adults that worked in the club. Iris was free to roam 'crystal city', and do as she pleased. Discipline and structure was practically non existent, except for the few hours of school she had a week.
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Iris was seven when her mother joined the Leviathan cult, thus leaving her dancing days behind her. Lola had been drawn in by the promise of salvation, and a easier life. So she and Iris moved onto the Leviathan ship, were the cult leader had started up his commune decades ago. The followers were like sheep, and the leaders like handsomely dressed wolves. Her mother was setup to marry Lance Whitt, a 'general' of the Leviathan cult, and younger brother to the leader, Elroy Whitt. Lola was to be his third wife, and as rule she needed to be a virgin. So Iris was now identified as Lola's little sister rather then daughter. Everyone knew the truth but with a few chants and prayers from the 'Messiah' Elroy, it was done and accepted as fact.

Iris had a mind of her own, and thus ended up in trouble almost everyday. The cult was full of abnormal rules, and cruel unjust punishments for braking them. No running, no singing, no reading, no electronics, no games, no dancing, no laughing, no questions, you must whisper only, never stay idle always work, pray five times a day, bow on your knees to Lord Elroy, wear only the uniform given to you, eat only two meals a day, do not drink unblessed water, fasting every Tuesday, no lying, do not eat red foods, no personal possessions... Punishments for her misbehavior ranged from extra chores, to public beatings, to being locked in the dungeon without food or water for days at a time.. And the worst of all punishments was being sent to lord Elroy basement. Torture was a good word for what took place in Elroy's basement. Her mother who had once been caring and loving, turned a blind eye to the blatant abuse that Iris and most of the young children suffered, sometimes even participating in it herself, when requested by Lord Elroy.

It was 10 month later when her mother gave birth to Iris's little half brother Jasper. Iris was cast aside completely, sent to live in the bottom of the ship with the fifteen other parentless children the cult had gathered off the many places they passed by in the ocean. And the bottom of the ship was also where the old and dying lived. Iris made friends with two of the other kids. Two boys named Glen, and Vaughn. They also had issues following rules, and like her didn't believe in the cults ideals. Glen was eleven and the oldest of there trio. He was the first one to suggest running away. It was a joke at first, but as the weeks past the joke sounded like a good idea. Anytime they got the chance they began planning. It became a kind of distraction from the hell life around them, but they never actually set a date for running away. They knew that surviving on their own would be impossible.

Two years went by and she had learned to follow the rules when people were watching, she got in trouble much less, but was still a complete nonbeliever. She was only nine and a half, but she had had to grow up rather quickly. Independent, stubborn, and ready to survive. One day she was caught eating radishes with Glen, and Vaughn on the trader cargo ship that came by once every six months. Red foods were against the rules, and so each of them was sent one by one to get their punishment. Typically five smacks of a cane on your hands was all you'd get for such an infraction. Iris knelt by the door of Elroy's basement, and watched as Glen was taken down stairs, only to return 15 minuets later being carried out bloody and beaten. Vaughn was next to go in, and Iris could hear him scream. Scared was an understatement as she knelt there waiting for her turn, with the unconscious Glen next to her. Vaughn walked out cradling a broken arm, his face mashed with snot, tears, and blood from the giant gash on his forehead. All of his fingernails were gone, and his eyes looked souless, as he sat down next to Glen who was slowly coming too. Iris refused to move from the spot she was sitting in, and had to be dragged into the room.

Elroy stood wiping the blood off his hands, as the door closed behind her, and she was left in hell. "Well hello again, my dear girl. I'm afraid I have tired out my arms after teaching those boys their lessons. Now Irissena as you know, red is the color of demons, and as you have been told before, eating, drinking, or wearing red is to accept the demons into yourself. You need to be cleansed, and the gods have enlightened me in how to do so." Lord Elroy said to her in a sickeningly sweet way, as he smiled at her. He stood close to her and gently brushed the stray hairs out of her face, only to then grab and drag Iris by her hair to the dirty mattress in the corner of the room. What followed was savage and brutal, and no amount of screaming, or clawing stopped him. Two hours later she was carried out of the room and had to sit next to Glen and Vaughn as they were all lectured and yelled at for another hour by a 'general' of the cult.

Glen spent a week in the clinic area, recovering from three broken ribs, a fractured wrist, a concussion, second degree burns on his arms, and twenty deep laceration on his back. Vaughn needed nineteen stitches to close the gash on his forehead, and his arm was put in a makeshift cast, his hand wrapped in bandages. Iris never talked about what happened to her down there, her friends wondered why she had been down there for so long and had only gotten away with a bunch of bruise, and a cut on her lip. But they stopped trying to asked her once she glared at them. Iris had vowed to herself that she would never let what happen to her in the basement happen again. She wanted Elroy dead, and to be away from this god forsaken ship. She told her mother what happened in hopes that she would save her and take her away from this place. But Lola slapped her in the face, and called her a lair. Lola even went to her husband to report Irissena as a rule breaker, again.

Luckly Elroy was out preaching somewhere in the ocean trying to gain more followers. So Iris's punishment for 'lying' was carried out by Elroy's wife, Yolanda, who was the second in command. Iris's hair was buzzed off publicly, as the whole commune gathered to watch, and then she was flogged and sent to the dungeon to stay for three days without food or water. Betrayal and anger with a twinge of abandonment was all Iris could feel as she laid on the cold metal floor of the cell. A ratty blanket and smelly bucket was all that decorated the unheated place. Well into the middle of the night Vaughn came to slid her some food under the crack of the door. "We're leaving tomorrow night, when Glen gets out of the clinic bay. Iris...just stick it out till then, and will come get you." He said with pity in his voice. "You and Glen better not forget me. Ok?" She said to him. Sliding his bandaged pinky finger under the door, they made a promise. The next night came, and all was silent. Till Glen showed up, and picked the lock to get Iris out. Vaughn stood behind holding three packs, and a lantern. They ran for the little transport boat. They detached it from the ship, hopped on and were out of there as fast as they could go. Vaughn and Glen had stolen enough supplies off the Leviathan, to last about two month at sea, finding one of those floating villages was the best bet.
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Life on the boat was hard, but free. The three of them survived together. Stealing what they needed, and cheating people out of their food and water. They later joined up with a gang of orphaned teens who called themselves the urchins. All seemed good to Iris compared to the last few years of her life. This was her new family. Free and happy none of them regretted leaving the cult ship.

She was thirteen when she and the Urchin gang, stole from a man they really shouldn't of. It had been a lone empty boat they'd come across, and so they took everything they could carry from it. Two days later, their two boats that made up the Urchin's home was raided by pirates bent on revenge and getting there property back. The men plundered their boats, and killed four of her friends, including Glen. Turns out the man they stole from had been apart of a large well known gang of pirates. They took Iris, Nadia, Zeek and Vaughn to sell them at the slave market. Nadia blamed Iris for the death of her brother Micky, and the three others, as it had been Iris's idea to loot the lone boat. Vaughn had been shot and wasn't looking to good, so the pirates tossed him into the ocean without a second thought, as Iris and Nadia screamed for them to stop.
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Thirteen years old, and Iris was locked in the dungeon of a pirate ship on her way to be sold at the slave market. Glen was dead, and most likely so was Vaughn. She had no one. The grief of her friends murders turned to anger and guilt. She wanted revenge, and she knew were to start. The pirate gang who held her captive needed to be punished. But what could a thirteen year old girl do. About a week later the pirate shipped docked at the market to sell off their booty, and the seven prisoners in their dungeon. Iris, Nadia, and Zeek were dragged off to the slave auction area. "Ladies and Gentleman. You are here to be sold, if you fresh meat aka unbranded, please step forward. My men over here will escort you to the pen where we will sort you. As for the rest of you...you know the drill. Say your prayers to whatever gods you follow. The first auction of the day starts in a hour get going." The Slave trader named Perkins shouted over them as he stood up high on a platform. Zeek dragged Iris and Nadia with him to the unbranded group of slaves-to-be.

Zeek had grown up in and around the slave markets before he ran off with the Urchins so he knew a thing or to about how it was run. For the week they had been in the pirate ship dungeon, he had explained to them how it all worked and what they were in for. They, along with about twenty others were escorted to the pen. Where they would stay for a month long waiting period, as the Slave Directors sorted everyone out by aptitude, in demand skills, strengths, weaknesses, and obedience level. The waiting period was also set in place so people had time to buy back their family members out of slavery before they were officially branded as slaves, and sold. Brothel owners, people looking for arranged marriages, and people who'd rather have indentured servants also came around during the waiting period. Basically Iris, Zeek, and Nadia had a month to get out of here before the slave mark was branded onto the back of their necks, and they were auctioned off to god knows who.

Four days into their stay in the pen, Zeek finagled himself out of becoming a slave by showing off his bilingual skills, and landing a nine year servant contract with a trader ship, to be an interpreter. There was nothing he could do for Iris or Nadia so he just left. Two weeks later the owner of the Red Sparks brothel showed up looking to purchase some new girls. Iris remembered him from when she was a little girl, when her mother worked for him. Kye Sparks was older and more bald then he once was, but he was still the ever greedy scumbag she remembered. Kye had offered all the woman in the pen a chance to work for him as dancer at his club, as long as they had clean teeth and where between the ages of thirteen and thirty. "I only have five spots, first come first serve, though beauty and youth do get priority...ha" He said loudly to the women. Iris tried to warn Nadia that he didn't really want dancers, and that his club as he called it, was really a brothel. But Nadia was desperate to not become a slave, and at the last minute took Kye up on his offer to work for him. And then Nadia was basically herded out of the pen along with four other woman. Leaving Iris completely alone, with a very bleak future.

Two more weeks came and went, and the day of the auction finally came. Everyone was taken out of the pen one by one to step up on stage in front of the crowed of buyers and onlookers. Irissena had to be dragged onto the stage, as she refused to budge from her spot in line when they called her up. "As you can see this one has spirit, and for those of you that like to brake in new slaves, this one is most likely to be a fun challenge. It is also quite a beauty if you look pass the dirt. It will need quite a bit of discipline, but its a fast learner. I will start the bidding now." Shouted Perkins brightly to the crowed. All Iris could do was glare at anyone who made a bid. Apparently Iris's freedom was worth, two malnourished pigs, a jar of dirt, orange seeds, a sheet of paper, and a sack of whale blubber.
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She was brought below to officially be traded to the man that won her. They pinned her down and took the branding iron out of the fire. Another man pulled her hair out of the way, and they stuck the iron to the back of her neck. The cloth in her mouth barely muffled her screams, as her fleshed burned away to leave a bright red slave mark. She passed out from the pain, and woke up with a bandaged neck in a dark windowless room. Every once in a while a sad looking old man would open the door to offer her some fish jerky and water, the marks on his neck revealed that he was a slave to. It seemed like days had gone by, but the Sad old man finally unchained her from the wall in the dark room and took her out to the deck of the ship, were a party seemed to be going on.

"Tomlin. My son, you have been needing a slave of your own for quite some time now, so here is your birthday present, she cost me quite a bit so try no to brake her, like your brother Willem did with his, ok?" A fat older man said lazily to a boy who only looked a year or two older then Iris. He had a handsome face, and polite smile. Unfortunately the other young man standing beside had a evil looking grin when he spotted Iris.

On bored a huge whaling ship called 'The Commander'. She was now a personal slave to a sixteen year old guy named Tomlin. The ship was owned by the Yin family, who were well known in the cities and shanty towns for being the best of the best when it came to hunting whales, and other monsters of the sea. The captain's name was Ozwell, and he ran the ship with his two sons, his wife, his three brothers, their families, some cousins, and a half a dozen slaves. Tomlin was the youngest son of the captains, and Willem was the oldest. It would take Iris over three months to learn that defiance, disobedience, disrespect and fighting back were not going to help anything, and would only get you beaten or starved.

Once she had learned to keep her head down, mouth shut, and do what she was told, her life became much easier. She spent her days cleaning, cooking, and carving whale bone till her fingers bled. Rowena a slave woman had taken Iris under her wing, teaching her the ins and outs, how things were done. Tomlin was a saint compared to his older brother Willem who was a sadistic psychopath. Sometimes she actually felt lucky that Tomlin was her master and that the others on bored weren't. Iris still had to do as she was told, but punishment and reward were all up to Tomlin, who was more interested in cultivating his orange trees then anything else. Willem had taken a sick liking to Iris since her first day on the ship. The other slaves told Iris stories about Willem's last slave girl who Willem mentally broke down to the point that she jumped ship during the middle of a storm. Anytime she ended up alone with Willem, he would pin her down, pull her hair, threaten her with his knife, twist her arm, kick her to the gowned, and describe in detail what he wanted to do to her.

Iris of course wanted to escape, but it was basically impossible. Two years of her life passed by this way, all the while with Willem escalating his abuse, until he finally took it to far, and raped her. She was left alone bleeding and broken on the metal floor of the slave barracks. Anger was the only thing inside her head, and so she stole Captain Ozwell's prized metal dagger out of his room, and in the middle of the night snuck into Willem's room and slit his throat. Apparently she had been screaming when she did it, because as soon as she dropped the blade on the floor, two of the crew pulled her off Willem's body, and locked her in a cell. A few minutes later Willem's mother came charging in, hammer in hand, screaming bloody murder, as she proceeded to brake six of Iris's fingers until the Captain dragged the woman out, and locked the cell again.

The pain of her freshly broken fingers was shadowed slightly by the realization that they were probably going to kill her in the most painful way possible. Hours later, two of the crew men dragged her out of the cell and onto the deck to stand in front of the captain, who punched her so hard in the face she fell to her knees, seeing stars. "This piece of shit killed my son. Willem! She will pay for this, with her own pathetic life. First lets give her some Dragoth Poison, a pain worse then death. And if she survives the poison, we will reach the 'crystal city' in five days time, and just sell the little bitch to the snuff theater. None of you are allowed to touch her till we reach the city, or I say otherwise." He said venomously to his people, who gathered for revenge. His wife smiled at the mention of Dragoth poison. It caused you to be in so much pain, many begged for death, and most did die before it wore out of their system.

Holding her down they poured the vial down her throat, and made her swallow. Seconds later the burning in her veins began, and she doubled over in so much pain she couldn't even scream. They pulled her by the hair, dragging her all the way back to the tiny wet cell. Every touch, every movement, every breath was excruciating. And if she looked like she wasn't suffering enough, someone would kick her as hard as they could, or toss freezing water over her. She just laid there sweating, and shaking on the floor. It took three days for the poison to leave her body, and even then her nerves where worn out, and she felt hollow. A terrible fever set in that lasted a whole day and night. Once the fever broke, she laid silently in the cell waiting to die. Rowena would secretly come around once in a while to give Iris something to drink, but other then that her only visitors where the angry vengeful family members of the scum she killed.

The next day she could feel the ship dock onto 'crystal city'. She had been born here, and now it seemed like she would die here too, at only 15 years old. They were going to sell her to the Snuff Theater. A place you hear horror stories about. Located in the darker parts of the famous red-light district, Snuff theater was a place where slaves were tortured and killed for show.

Rowena and another slave called Graham came into the cell, and untied Iris. "You did the world a favor sweetie, Willem was a devil. Now put these clothes on and follow Graham off the ship...once your in 'crystal city', you need to find a place to hide for a few days." Rowena said tossing some of Tomlin's old clothes at her. Iris was surprised but she dress quickly blocking out the pain of her broken fingers and bruise body. Graham pulled out a small knife, and cut Iris's long brown hair into a very short boy style. And then with a brief hug from Rowena Iris was off, following quietly behind Graham and he led her off the ship without anyone seeing. Graham handed her a small bag, that held an orange, some fish jerky, a bone knife, small jar of whale blubber, and a flask of water. He gave her a nod, and then she ran off into the city.
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The first thing that came to her mind as a place to hide was the Red Sparks club, where her friend Nadia was still most likely working. Iris ran, keeping to the dark passages, and roofs. She kept the collar pulled up tight around the back of her neck so no one would notice the slave mark burned into her skin. It was surreal seeing Nadia again. Nadia was happy to help, and thus Irissena was introduced to the rest of the ladies, as Nadia's cousin Eric. She spent the next two weeks doing on jobs for the ladies of the club, like mending clothes, and fetching things. The rest of her time was spent entertaining all the fatherless children running about, and telling Nadia happy lies about her adventures at sea. Unfortunately Kye Sparks returned from his month long excursion to find new girls, and threw Iris out on the spot. With basically nothing to her name except the clothes on her back and a bag, she was kind of doomed. She made her way to the docks hoping to find someone going to Three Trees, that would let her hitch a ride. And that when she saw it. The great white ship 'Musaeum'.
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Musaeum was a large ship, one of the biggest out there. It was known to be home to the greatest library on the ocean, outside the kingdom of Nair of course. The Ship floated around Azmier looking for papers, books, scrolls, and old artifacts from before the the big wave. The Scholars, as people called them, lived on the ship, spending their lives learning all they could, restoring old books, and recording the histories, data, information, and new stories they came across. They also trained people in becoming teachers, to spread the knowledge. It was rumored that they even prayed to a new goddess, who they call Pallas, and the Musaeum was run more like temple or academy then a ship.

As soon as she saw the ship anchored about a mile away from the docks, she wanted on. The bad news was they only took new people on bored if they could pay in advance for their room, bored, water, and food. Sometimes people were personally brought in by a Scholar who, thought them bright enough to learn, and become a teacher or scholar themselves. The only option Iris could come up with was to stow away. So she took off her clothes, stuffed them in her bag, dived into the ocean, and swam for the ship. It took her a while, but she made it, and was even lucky enough to spot an open porthole. She climbed the anchor rope up the side, and slid in through the porthole. She quickly put on her soaking wet clothes, and looked around the room she was in. She hid in the cargo hold of the ship for almost four days till she was found.

By some miracle they didn't throw her off the ship, and instead decided to let her stay until they docked at Nair in six months. The whole upper deck of the ship was set up as a huge garden, where they grew onions, potatoes, carrots, green beans, garlic, gourds, radishes, chili peppers, strawberries, a lemon tree, and an array of herbs. Iris even offered up her orange tree seeds, as thanks for not tossing her into the ocean. The whole ship was set up to be self sustaining. They taught her how to weave baskets and blankets. She even discovered that she was a blue-blood after getting a paper cut. Six months came and went, and the leaders of the Scholars decided to let her stay, as she had proven herself to be very intelligent, and they found her blue-blood and subsequent abilities fascinating.

As the years past she spent her time reading and learning all she could. Living on the Musaeum, was like a little utopia in the harsh world of Azmier. Iris was even granted an official mentor, to teach her more about the stars, and old languages. His name was Scholar Reeves, a jolly old man with red hair. The ships library took up the whole second floor of the six level ship. It even had books from before the big wave. Many were written in the old languages, and had colorful illustrations. The whole case of spell books, hummed with energy. And the smell of ink and paper became Iris's favorite thing. Iris spent many hours watching the Scholars restore the thousands of waterlogged, and illegible smeared ink books they collected from around the world. At first she had not wanted anything to do with the Pallas religion that was practiced by the Scholars, but over time she slowly took to it, and became a diligent believer.

She was eighteen years old when Scholar Reeves and the high council who operated the Musaeum, decided it was high time for Iris to set off on her own to teach others. It was something all apprentices did at some point, as a kind of missionary work. Spreading the knowledge and teaching people the basics of reading and writing was the thing to do. One was not officially a Scholar, until they spent ten years on bored the Musaeam in hard study. But that was what she was striving for, to be a Scholar. The Musaeam was the only place she ever truly felt safe and happy. They dropped her off in a small shanty village called Meguri. at on of the makeshift free school in one of the floating shanty villages. WORK IN PROGRESS

[Emma]

Lady Selah Pemberly

"God created woman to tame man."
-Voltaire

Name:

Selah Aniese Pemberly

Nickname:

Her fathers daughter, The White Rose of Falor, and Sweet Seelie.

Age:

Seventeen

Gender:

Female

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Relationship Status:

Betrothed to King Elroy of Falor

Rank:

Nobility, and future Queen of Falor

Title:

Lady

Kingdom:

Falor

In Depth Appearance:

Selah is beautiful, and out of her three sisters, she resembles her mother the most. Her mother was once called The Flower of Falor, as Selah is now called The White Rose. She has straight ash blonde hair that is lightly layered, and reaches the middle of her back. The sun naturally lightens her hair a shade or two in the summer months. Her skin is an attractive light tan, with warm honey undertones, and is blemish free. Big hazel doe eyes are the most prominent feature on her small round face. The tricky thing about her eyes is that they seem to change color in different lighting, from green to brown and back again. In the sunshine filled days they appear purely green, and in the candlelit night they appear more of a mix of green, browns, and gold flecks. She has a button nose, a small mouth with pouty lips, and a peaked cupid's Bow. She is considered petite, as she has a small frame, and is 5'3, weighing in around 107 pounds.

Her dresses and gowns are all made of the finest materials available, with silks, velvets, satins, and soft linens her go to choices. She tends to be drawn towards the more simple and feminine designs. Using more simple fabric patterns, she embellishes her gowns with lace, ribbons, intricate embroidery, and bead-work. If she is not wearing her hair just plainly down, she is most likely sporting some kind of pretty braided styling. She reserves updos and curls for special occasions, like masquerades, and evening balls. Her jewelry also tends to be on the simpler side, as she forgoes the more popular choice of ornate designs and multiple stones. Pearls, diamonds, aquamarine, and citrine are her favorite gems. Selah prefers silver to gold, but her true favorite is rose gold. She typically smells of airy flowers, as she bathes ever night in aromatic floral infused water, and uses jasmine scented body oils.

M Y Q U I R K S

Habits | Quirks | Oddities

- Hates wearing shoes, prefers to go barefoot whenever she can.
- Ambidextrous.
- Very low alcohol tolerance.
- Always has coins in her purse to give to beggars and peasants.
- Bites her bottom lip when she is nervous.

Hobbies:

- Needlework
- Playing Card Games
- Writing/Calligraphy
- Charity
- Reading
- Playing the Harp & Harpsichord
- Astronomy
- Painting
- Horseback Riding

Likes:

- Sweets
- Ocean
- Children
- Flowers
- Pearls
- Small Animals
- Perfume & Fragrant Oils
- Archery
- Mythology

Dislikes:

- Gambling
- Stupidity
- Barbarians
- Winter
- Bugs
- Toads
- Sitting for portraits
- Cabbage

Fears:

- Becoming ill
- Giving Birth
- Disappointing her Father
- Snakes
- Failing

Personality:

♦ Thoughtful ♦ Perfectionist ♦ Clever ♦ Deceptive ♦

Selah is a true protegè of her father Count ___, she is a gifted manipulator who knows how to maneuver her way in court politics. She is capable of exuding the courtly behavior and courtesies expected of a queen, while still privately engaging in palace intrigues to increase her family's power, and please her father. Although Selah has had to develop many different facades depending on who she is trying to manipulate, she is genuinely good hearted, compassionate, and kind. To the court Selah is known for her beauty, charitable works, intelligence, and gentle demureness. Everyone tends to underestimate her because she has a innocent face and sweet voice. She knows how to play a part, but being her true self is more of a challenge, and something she reserves only for those close to her.

Selah is always striving for flawlessness and setting excessively high standards for herself, resulting in quite a lot of disappointment, and irritation when things don't go as planned. Though making mistakes is a fact of life, she chastise herself for even the tiniest of blunders. On occasion Selah has even cried herself to sleep in frustration and self deprecation. She is eloquent, and graceful to the public eye, but in private she is much more relaxed and raw. She is also very intelligent and political-savvy. Her duty to her family has always comes first and foremost, and as her wedding to the King approaches she has become even more grounded in that belief.

She is rather contemplative and sensible compared to most girls her age. She has a soft side for children, and defenseless animals. Selah is unusually perceptive, and knows what is expected of her. She does not trust others easily, and is rather untrusting of people in general. Not that she comes off as such, she like to portray herself, as polite, demure, and sweet. And though she is truly a kind person at heart, she does not forgive easily, and betraying her trust is the worst possible thing, as she has no qualms about revenge or getting even. She will hit you where it hurts most.

D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

History:

Selah was born in late winter. She was the eldest daughter of Count _____ and his late wife Countess Ursula. Selah was raised in privilege, in a family of outstanding wealth, and power. Her father made sure to supply her a rigorous education fit for any male heir. And her mother made sure Selah excelled in all of the noble lady pursuits. Selah took after her mother in beauty and talent, but she also inherited her fathers cunning.

She grew up on her fathers country estate alongside her three younger sisters Tamora, Camille, and Lydia. Her childhood was idyllic, time was spent learning in the gardens, picking wild flowers, riding horses through the meadow, reading by the lake, gazing at stars, and falling asleep to the sound of her mother's lullabies. Her father spent his time at court as adviser to the king, but every few months he would come home with gifts and gossip. She was a bright and intelligent child. When she was five she was betrothed to a much younger boy, Lord Roger Oldenburg. Her father had made the match, as a way to combine the Oldenburg and Pemberly family. As they were two of the oldest noble families, and the Oldenburg's were the third wealthiest. Once married Selah would become a Duchess, and rising up in power was the Counts main goal. But only two years later, the betrothal was broken off by Duke Oldenburg, after his son Lord Roger suffered a fall, which rendered him simpleminded and mentally unstable.

Unfortunately, her mother died three years later, after giving birth to Selah's youngest sister Lydia. The death of her mother changed young Selah. She became more prudent and reserved, verses her once outgoing and free-spirited self. She quickly picked up the motherly role to her sisters, and perfected her fake 'I'm happy' smile. Only a few months after her mother's funeral, Selah and her sisters came to live in their father's manor in Falor's capital. They were mainly taken care of by their nursemaid Caroline, and their governance Fiona. There was a stark contrast between the life in country, and life among the busy capital. Her father took a special interest in Selah's upbringing, as he had no sons, she was heir apparent to all he had. He ingrained in her that the success of the Pemberly family was the highest priority. He taught her about the court and its politics early on, and made sure to teach her the ways of subtle manipulation.

Selah was thirteen when she officially debuted at court, and quickly rose to become a lady-in-waiting to Princess ____. To Selah's dismay her father sent three year old Lydia, and seven year old Camille to be raised in a convent. It was the one their mother was educated in as a girl, and Selah believed her father just wanted what was safest for the two youngest, as the court became more dangerous. She came into her teenage years at court, among the politics and drama. Her father secured a betrothal from the King between Prince Elroy, and Selah. She was to be the future Queen of Falor, by marrying a boy she had only greeted a handful of times.

With this betrothal she was not daddies little girl anymore, but rather a pawn to his ambitions and scheming. He entrusted her with the task of helping to edify the Prince if the rumors about him being a weakling turned out to be true. Two years later, and only a few months before their wedding was to take place, King Cedric died in his sleep. The castle was in turmoil after his untimely death, and the wedding was put on hold until the proper mourning period had ended, and Prince Elroy coronation took place.

When Princess ____ betrayed her King and Country, with absurd claims of having more right to the throne then her younger brother, and civil war broke out, the wedding was pushed further back. Elroy was the King of Falor by blood, law, and birth right. Many of the older generation also thought this, but over the next two years nobles were becoming more and more concerned about Falor's future with a King like Elroy. Exspecially her father, and his friends.

Following her father's orders, she has began being extremely subtle in manipulating her future husband. She wants to help move the young King along, to make him great and mighty, and to pave the way for there future children to rule the true Falor, and not this split nonsense with the false Seabel, and usurper ______. Selah, like much of the court, finds King Elroy to be a weak-willed and feeble King. She hopes once she is married to him, that she can change him or at least bring out the King in him that everyone needs him to be.

M I S C .

Extracurricular Activities:

- Writing a Diary
- Attending all the courts feasts/tournaments/dances/performances/activities
- Painting
- Playing Harp & Piano
- Embroidery
- Reading

Extra:

Creative, Myth, and Fairy Tales.

Anything Else:

Painted Portrait

[Emma]

Name
Olivia Nicole Reese "Liv"

Birthday
May 11th, 2003

Age
Thirteen

Appearance
Height – 5”2’
Weight – 99 lbs.

Position
Youngest child of the Reese family

Secret
Not Telling

School
8th grade

Occupation
Hostess at the family restaurant

Personality
Once upon a time she was a confident, overachieving, and happy young girl. The apple of her fathers eye, and her mothers baby. But that was all before the death of her parents. Lately she has become anxiety ridden, hardly smiles, and wakes up from nightmares. At heart she is a sensitive and gentle girl. Lately she has become withdrawn, and is obviously suffering from some depression. She is hesitant, and vulnerable. Her natural empathetic heart does not help, as other peoples emotions can influence her own rather easily. She is desperate for understanding but as a perfectionist she hides her true emotions well, and tries to take care of it all herself. She feels that she has no control in her life, and that scares her. Olivia is seen as kind, sweet, gentle, and loyal, as well as slightly insecure.

Short Bio
Olivia, is youngest of six kids. She has always been seen as the baby of the family, and usually treated as such by her parents. As a little girl she was as sweet as they come. She was gentle, and spent most of her time toddling around her mom, coloring pictures for her siblings, reading books to the neighbors cat, and playing veterinarian with her stuffed animals, or mommy with her baby dolls. Once she started school she was friendly with everyone, well liked, and good at school. Always the overachiever, she has always gotten straight A's and participated in science fairs, school plays, spelling bees, and after school clubs like girl scouts, choirs, and ballet. She also took piano lessons for a summer, but switched to studying french the following summers. She has always been creative, and loves to draw, paint, and write stories. Olivia keeps a secret diary that she writes meticulous daily entries in. She uses it as a place to keep her thoughts, secrets, and feelings in.

As she has gotten older and become a teenager, she dislikes her family treating her like a little kid, and is a tad more moody then she once was. Do to her personality people think she is naive, and ignorant, but they would be wrong. She is actually very observant, and intelligent. Her two ex-best friends went off and made new friends at the beginning of the school year, so she has been mostly alone at school. She also told on some senior girl who were smoking pot in the girls bathroom so she has been labeled as a nark, and thus is being snubbed and bullied at school. For the longest time her dream was to study art in France, but as of the past three months and with her parents deaths she doesn't really know what she wants in life, nor does she care like she used to. Her grade have begun slipping, and she has been spending more time hiding on the bathroom during lunch.

[Emma]

WORK IN PROGRESS WORK IN PROGRESS!!!!! (subject to complete change!)

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Name
Goes By - Bones or Matty
Real Given Name - Matilda
Bynames - Matilda of Seacourt, Matilda daughter of Augustine, Matilda the Midwife, and Matilda Winterborne.
Nicknames - Matty, Tilly, Bones, and Tilda.
Alias - Matthew of Banesebury, Matthew Key.

Age
21

Gender
Female

Weapon of Choice
Throwing Knives/Daggers?

Background

Matilda is very daring girl, and has a thirst for adventure. She is not made for the typical quiet life of marriage, and child rearing. She stakes all her property and even her life on luck, and being clever. She is strong, impulsive, courageous, agile, and sly. Basically everything she is not suppose to be as a medieval woman. She see things as black-white, and she can be idealistic to a fault.

Her fathers name was Augustine. At three years old Augustine was left to the church as a orphan. So he was educated as a boy, and expected to take the cloth, but he met a Irish young woman named Toiréasa, they fell in love, and ran off to elope. Five sons later, Matilda was born. Two days of painful labor in late winter, during one of the worst storms of the decade, she came into the world.

Her father worked as a Apothecarist, and also was a Storyteller for their small village of Seacourt. Her mother took care of all six children; Edwin, Patrick, Alfred, Paul, Jerome, and Matilda, but she also helped her husband as a herbalist for the apothecary shoppe they ran together.

As a child, Matilda and her family lived above their apothecary shoppe. It was a cramped and cluttered home, but also one full of love. Having five older brothers, Matilda was treated as one of the boys. She only owned two skirts, and she only wore it to church (when forced or bribed by her mother). Other then that she wore her brothers hand-me-downs, and ran wild with them and other village children. Climbing trees, flinging mud, swimming in the lake, sword fighting with sticks, and wrestling around.

She was very close to her father, who she called papa. Though her father was always very busy, he always had time for his only little girl. In his spare moments, he would teach Matilda about all the medical plants, how to read, and write, and everything else he knew. At night before bed he would tell her stories he remembered from the bible, and other books he read in his youth. He instilled in her to always follow her heart and do what she thought was right. She liked to help her father in the apothecary.

When Matilda was 10, her mother decided it was high time Matilda started behaving like a young lady. But the headstrong, fiercely independent, and tomboyish girl she was, had other ideas. Traditional women's pursuits, were not her idea of fun, so in defiance she cut her long hair off. Young Matilda didn't want to just marry, have babies, and spend the rest of her life cooking and cleaning, she wanted to forge her own destiny, and do as she pleased, She wanted a adventure.

Needless to say Matilda's relationship with her mother was typically a mixture of quarrels, frustration, defiance, and aggravation, with a few loving tender moment thrown into the mess. They loved each other, but they did not understand each other. Her mom wanted Matilda to be more girlish, to care about her appearance, to wear dresses, and play with dolls. Matilda wanted her mom to accept her for who she was.

By the time she was 13, things began to mellow out between her and her mother. As Matilda started to mature, most of the village boys had more interest in stealing a kiss from her, then practicing sword fighting, or running races like she wanted to do. Thirteen and her life was changing from a wild child into a 'blossoming young lady' as her mother like to say.

When Matilda was 14 her father died, after battling a fever for over a week. It was a crushing blow to Matilda, as her father was the person she loved most in this world. The death of her father helped her bond with her mother, as they both mourned over their loss. Her oldest brother Alfred took over the apothecary, and Matilda joined him for a short time. With her father gone, money became tighter then it already had been, so her mother took work in Nottingham as a spinster. Matilda had always wanted to leave Seacourt, her small little village, so she opted to leave with her mother. She was not going to stay behind and be a burden on Alfred, who had a family of his own to take care of now.

And so began the journey to Nottingham, and the many hardships to come. Her brother Patrick also tagged along, more in search of work then anything else. Even Jerome wanted to come along for the hell of it. Only 2 days into the week long journey to Nottingham, and they were already having problems; two broken wagon wheels, and a run in with a pack of rabid wolves, that resulting in having to put down their only horse. They were basically stranded in a town called Banesebury. And to add to all that that, Banesebury was having an outbreak of pox. Of course Patrick left town as soon as he saw the first cart of dead bodies, he was a pansy when it came to plauge.

So it was just her mother, Jerome, and herself stuck in 'pox' town. With the rest of the money they bought a few nights at the Inn. Matilda's mother caught ill only two nights later, and without money to buy another horse they were stuck in Banesebury indefinably. So Jerome went and found work as a Bricklayer during the day, and a grave digger at night, so they had money to rent a room and feed themselves. Matilda tended to their mother, who was not getting any better, as the days changed to weeks. A month later their mother finally succumbed to the pox. Jerome and Matilda were on their own. They both decided to work to save up enough money so they could get to Nottingham, and rent a place. Matilda sent word to her brothers in Seacourt of their mothers passing.

She needed a job, and there was no such thing as a decent paying job for a 15 year old girl, unless she resorted to selling herself, which was something she would absolutely not do. Being a burden to Jerome was not an option. After cutting off her hair, dawning her brothers clothes, and calling herself Matthew, she finally found work at the Locksmiths, and in the stables. Acquiring lock picking skills was a side benefit of the job. Jerome and Matilda left the Inn to rent the cheaper room above the candle-maker shoppe.

They estimated that in four months they'd have enough to buy a good horse, and set off for Nottingham. But a lot happens in four months... Jerome developed a gambling problem, so all the money saved, was lost to cards games, and bets. Pretending to be a man, was more complicated then Matilda expected it to be. She missed her parents. She missed the days when her mother would braid her hair, and sing songs. She missed her father calling her his 'beautiful darling', and tell her all about medicine. She missed the days when she didn't smell like sweat and dirt. She wondered were she was heading with her life. As a child she wanted to be a knight who saved people, or an explorer who discovered new lands, and fought off assassins. But life was not panning out how she wished, as the four months turned into a year.

At 16 years old, she gave Jerome an ultimatum, he ether stopped gambling and payed his debts, or she would leave for Nottingham without him. Jerome was the brother she was closest to, but she was sick and tired of him coming home after losing all their money, or coming home beaten and bloody from not paying his dues. She had had enough with threats and fighting that came with Jerome owing money to half the town. They argued, and he marched out of the house. The next day the sheriff came knocking, Jerome was dead. After he had left during the night he got drunk, ended up in a huge brawl outside the bar, and passed out in an alley. where he died from internal bleeding. Matilda blamed herself, and considered herself a murderer of sorts, but she also wanted revenge on the ones who caused his death.

After his death everyone Jerome owed money to came to Matilda for their payment, which she refused over and over, only to get her ass beat on a weekly basis. She had only stayed in town to find out who killed Jerome, and she had found out who'd done it. It was the local moneylenders two cronies, Slim Eddie, and Franks. At first she had no idea what to do with this information, and the sheriff didn't seem to care. Then she came up with a plan, she wasn't going to kill them, though the thought had crossed her mind, no she would just steal all their money, and maybe burn their place down. She knew where they kept all the money, she had even helped install the locks to their "treasure" room. After planning the heist out she got to work. Saturday nights they were always down at the tavern drinking, so once it was dark she headed out. Getting into the place was easy, she filled up three huge bags of coins and tossed them out the window onto the cart she had waiting below. She was quick about it, and once she had all the cash in the cart outside she tossed a match onto the hay covered floors. She was done with Banesebury, and saw no reason to stay and watch the place burn. Letting her hair down, she left for Nottingham.

The four day journey to Nottingham was unpleasant, every town she passed buy she left a sack of coins in the churches donation box, gave handfuls away to beggars, and so on. She didn't want any of the money, it felt wrong having it, and she had begun to regret burning the place down, that had been a tad much. She tossed the last of the money into a field full of sheep for some shepherd to find. Once she got to Nottingham, she finally wrote her brother Alfred, on how Jerome had died, and where she was now. Coming into town she went straight to work on finding a job, as she only had enough money left for a week at the inn. The innkeeper took pity on her, and offered free room and board if she would work for him around the Inn, his last maid quit anyway to go get married. Matilda took him up on his offer, but she knew she would need to find payed work soon. So in her spare time she'd looked for one. Fortunately, she found one a few weeks later, as midwifes apprentice. Matilda had impressed 'Midwife Harriet' with her medical knowledge of plants, illness, and such, so after a long talk, she obtained the position of apprentice. The wage was nearly nothing, but she only needed money to but food, drink, and clothing.

Six months later her brother Edwin and his wife Elizabeth rode into town. Edwin always the lucky one, had received an old farm, and some land in Nottingham, after his wife's uncle passed. So they had come to run the old farm. Edwin of course insisted that Matilda come live with him and his wife. Seeing that they would need the help Matilda left the inn to live and work on the farm. Working on the farm helped out her brother a lot as he didn't have the money to hire a farmhand. Matilda kept to her apprenticeship, and helped out at the Inn for some extra money. Any spare time she had she spent shooting bow & arrows, throwing knives at trees, and practicing sword-fighting with a broom handle behind the barn.

She was 17 years old when she met Cedric. Edwin had hired him to help on the farm. They disliked each other immediately. She saw him as arrogant, and presumptuous. He was handsome, but she couldn't help wanting to roll her eyes every time he opened his mouth. He saw Matilda as stubborn, shrewd, and conceited. Basically she had mild disdain for Cedric and he was indifferent towards her. Overtime their bickering and retorts turned to playful teasing, and flirty remarks. Then one night of drinking, and a spontaneous kiss later, they were on their way to a cheeky romance.

Cedric proposed to her on her 19th birthday, and she said 'yes'. She had never thought she'd ever want to get married, but Cedric made her feel complete, he supported her, and loved her exactly for who she was. She couldn't see ever loving anyone, like she loved him. They planned to marry in a year or so, once they saved enough to have a proper wedding, and find a place to call their own.

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Name
Christopher Zane Warren

Birthday
February 9th

Age
22

Appearance
Height 5'11"
Weight 165 lbs.
Style - Some of the clothes and shoes he owns 1 & 2

Position
Blake Warren's Older Brother

Secret
Like I would tell you.

School
Millington University
Part Time - Junior
Major - Liberal Arts
Minor - Philosophy

Occupation
Florist at Hummingbird Creations

Personality
Chris is an enigma. His is smart, athletic, and very attractive, a perfect 10 to some. As a teenager he was quite the ladies man in school, and every girl basically had a crush on him. He took advantage of this and was quite the playboy, and oddly became even more well liked for this. He is honest, and charming. Chris is confident and completely at ease with who he is. He likes to go with the flow in social settings, but is a very good leader when it comes to work and sports. Overall he is a genuine guy, but easily annoyed by stupidity and ignorance. He is a good big brother and tries to set an example for Blake. Most describe him as Cool, Calm, and sexy.

Short Bio
Chris is the oldest of two children. He has a younger brother named Blake who he loves dearly. His life has been one of privilege and wealth. As a kid he was quite the cocky smart ass, but he became more mature as he reached his teenage years. His main focus as a teen was getting into his father alma mater, Princeton University. School always came easy to him, as did all forms of athletics. He was rather popular among the jocks, and rich kids of Millington, as he was in both those cliques. He basically single handedly got his soccer team to the state championships, and won. He was voted best overall player in Oregon, and was scouted by quite a few colleges. Chris ended up being valedictorian of his graduating class, and took the full ride to Dartmouth for soccer. He decided to go to Dartmouth rather then Princeton like his father wished cause he wanted to make his own path rather then follow his fathers.

Soccer became his life, it had always been a passion but when he started college he felt like he was on his way to being a professional player. his studies took a dive, and he ended up with straight C's in his college classes freshman year, as he was putting everything into soccer. His sophomore year ended in tragedy, and he has now come home to Millington to start his Junior year as a transfer student at Millington University. He works at the flower shop in town called Hummingbird Creations that his old Aunt Cynthia owns. He was majoring in Chemistry, but has change to liberal arts to his parents dismay. He is openly Bisexual, and has been since he was fifteen.

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Genevieve

NAME: Genevieve Vivian Diaval

NICKNAME/ALIAS: Jeanie, Henrietta, Evie

ABSTRACT: She can make your dreams and nightmares a reality.

AGE: She was thirteen when she was put into the stone. But now she is physically around nineteen.

GENDER: Female

SNARE ABILITY: Her ability pertains to dreams and illusion. She can enter and control other peoples dreams when they are asleep. There is no sense of time inside the dream world, so leaving others dreams only happens when the person wakes up, she can hop into someone else's dream, or somebody shakes Jeanie back to reality. Inside the dream world she can control and create everything she can imagine. Outside the dreamworld and back in the reality she can only create illusions. Her mother liked to call them hallucination and daydreams. These illusions are similar to holograms, as they are harmless and intangible, but look solid and real. Jeanie can see your dreams, nightmares, and sometime even abstract, or forgotten memories.

HISOTRY:
Genevieve parents Leda Orson, and Henry Diaval met in Mapleton City. Her mother was a performer for a traveling theater troupe called Raven's Rave Theater. Her father was the newest to join the crew. The troupe was in truth a guise for a Snare and Magic rights extremist organization, that both her parents were devoted to even before Genevieve was born. The troupe traveled around preforming, all the while secretly helping harbor and relocate Snares and magic users. They also left a string of crimes all pertaining to their rather extreme activism ideals like, burning down government buildings, braking Snares out of the labs, and threatening officials.

Two years before Genevieve was born the troupe was almost caught, so they had to dial down the criminal acts and stick to peaceful protests and handing out informative flyers, till the government got off there back. Her mother only found out she was pregnant when she was already seven months along. Henry immediately proposed to Leda and they were going to get married in a month. But a week before the wedding Jeanie born. She was a whole month early, and a beautiful wee little thing. Unfortunately Genevieve was born a Snare, so the midwife who was helping with the birth, left in repulsion after seeing the newborns glowing yellow eyes. The midwife ran off to report the birth of a Snare to the officials.

Henry quickly wrapped little Genevieve up in a blanket, handed Leda their newborn, and went after the midwife to stop her from reporting. Thing quickly got out of hand, and Henry accidentally murdered the old hag when trying to keep her quite. Two weeks pasted, and the police had him in multiple time for questioning. He slowly decided to turn himself in because he knew that it was only a matter of time until the police had enough evidence. He didn't want his family to always have to be on the run. So with a heartbreaking goodbye Henry left Leda and Jeanie under the care of the troupe, and was sentenced to 15 years in prison.

Genevieve's tiny horns started growing in when she was six months old. Her yellow eyes glowed in the dark like a cats, and when her teeth came in the pair of sharp canines followed. Leda wanted Jeanie to have a happy normal life, but she knew all to well about the persecution, and unjust laws that came with being a Snare. She didn't want to lose her only daughter to the stone when she turned 10, all because she was born different. After much deliberation among Leda and the troupe, they decided that the best why for Genevieve to lead a normal life in this unfair world, was to make her appear fully human. Irene, one of the founding members of the troupe, was a witch, and was able to create a potion that changed someones eye color to brown. Uprooting a Snare's horns was an illegal surgery, but after three years of searching Leda finally found a willing doctor to do it for a fee, he even shaved down Jeanie's canines.

As long as the light didn't catch Genevieve's eyes in such as way to make them shine, she looked as normal as any other child walking down the street. The scars from where her horns once were healed nicely, and hid perfectly under her hair. By the time Jeanie was five, she and her mother had left the troupe for a safer life in Rock Bridge city. Leda got a job at flower shop, and also preformed at the local theater. They lived above the flower shop where they rented a room. Jeanie went to school, spent her days playing with the other children around the city. She liked to help her mother at the theater. It was happy and no one suspected anything.

She was seven years old when her Snare powers started manifesting. After going to sleep, she would find herself in other peoples dreams, and nightmares. Not that she or her mother knew that they were other peoples dreams. She became terrified of going to sleep for fear of the nightmares and monsters that seemed to be waiting for her when she closed her eyes. Then one night Jeanie entered her mothers dream. The next morning she told her mother about the whole thing. Overtime her powers became stronger, and she learned to control parts of the dreamworld. Unfortunately, entering the dreams of others was still terrifying to Jeanie, so she would try and stay awake for days on end. Leda had to start putting a sleeping drought in Jeanie's dinner.

She was only seven and keeping the secret that she was a Snare was already hard enough, but now anytime she was around someone she had to make sure she didn't mention anything about their personal dreams she had seen. Life kept on moving, and Jeanie's became weaker and weaker as she only slept a little as she could. Her teacher sent her home one multiple occasions for fainting spells, and passing out at her desk. Leda decided that school was not the safest place for Jeanie to be anymore, so she pulled her out. Genevieve spent her days with her mother at the flower shop and around the theater. Dark circles under her eyes, and low energy became a constant.

Due to the extreme lack of sleep and the typical rainy weather that was Rock Bridge city, it was only a mater of time before Jeanie got sick. She contracted pneumonia and a horrible fever. Her mother called for the doctor, and during the examination the doc discovered that Genevieve was truly a undocumented Snare. He gave her medication, and then told Leda that he would have to report her and Jeanie. After he left, Leda quickly packed a bag with their essential, and took out the emergency money, and the forged identity papers she had hidden under the floor broads. They ran.

They ended up at a old inn, just a days journey from the border. Jeanie was to sick to keep going, and Leda felt safe enough at last. Three weeks later Genevieve was finally well again. Leda had procured a job at the Inn as a barmaid and was payed with free room and bored. Genevieve, now went by the name Henrietta, and her mother was called Lynda. This was to be their life now. During her time being sick and mostly asleep, she had found that she could control what happened inside the dreamworld. This made it much easier for her to sleep, as she could just turn the nightmares into fairytales.

When she was nearing nine years old,Raven's Rave Theater came to the nearby village. Her mother reunited with her old friends and colleges. They were all happy to see Jeanie doing well. Irene even helped Genevieve learn more about her abilities and how to control them safely. They ended up leaving the Inn, to travel with the troupe. It was a different world to Jeanie, living in the caravans, traveling from place to place, and eating outside around a fire. Her favorite thing was that everyone in the troupe knew her secret and didn't care that she was a Snare. Leda had always been over protective and slightly paranoid that everyone was out to get Jeanie and lock her in the Stone, but among the troupe she seemed happier, so Jeanie was too.

The next three years was spent traveling around the kingdoms with the troupe. She even began singing in some of the little musicals. She loved to explore all the new cities and towns they came across. The whole group became like a big family to her. She would help Irene cook up potions. She would help paint sets with Bruce and Tomlin. She would stitch up costumes with her mother, and Harriet. She ran around helping Vaughn, Greta, and Dexter with the backstage work and shopping. Nights after the shows, were spent dancing and singing around the campfire till late. She helped with the morning puppet shows, and told stories to the townie children.

Sadly good things can't last. The troupe was traveling through the borderland to get to a city called Ballorie. The famous festival of arts was being held there this year, and the troupe never missed it. They had been preforming at the little villages along the way, but it had been a week since they passed the last town, so they were out of food, and needed to stop to hunt and rest. Camp was set up just off the forest road. Genevieve snuck off to explore the forest as she always did, instead of helping Harriet and Greta cook. Near midnight she was climbing a tree next to the river far off from the camp. But even from the distance she could hear the screaming coming from the direction of camp. She ran as fast as she could to see what was wrong. Just as she reached the edged of the camp a raider man grabbed her from behind.

She struggled to get free, but all she could do was watch as they raided the caravans, and wagons and her group tried to fight them off. Irene used her witch magic, but after taking two of the raiders out she became depleted and fell to the ground. Her mother, Harriet, and Greta, were already captured and tied to a tree. Tomlin and Bruce did the best they could, but were quickly slaughtered by the much stronger raiders. They raiders burned the wagons, after stealing anything of value, they took horses, and shouted and laughed as they talked about selling the woman to slavers.

In a rage Genevieve unconsciously used her illusion ability, creating a nightmarish swarm of monster bats that surrounded one of the raiders as if attacking. He ran screaming, and impaled himself on a tree branch. Jeanie's eyes turned back into there original yellow color as the witch potion that made her eyes appear brown burned out of her system. The raiders took her for a Snare, and in a matter of seconds knocked her to the ground and barbarically slit her throat. She could hear her mother screaming as Jeanie laid in the dirt bleeding to death. Her mothers cries sounded further and further away, as the raiders road of with there haul and the girls.

The fire and ash of the caravans, and Bruce and Tomlin dead bodies were the only things left other then unconscious Irene and the dying Genevieve. Irene using the last of her magi, and was able to save Jeanie from bleeding to death at the cost of her own life. Genevieve awoke to the noon sun shining down through the forest canopy. The smell of cinders and blood, was accompanied by the cheery tweeting of birds in the tree above. She would never see her mother again.

Over the next year and a half she lived on her own, and survived, her only thoughts were ones of revenge and finding her mother and the others alive. The raiders had been apart of the Falcon clan, and so began Jeanie's falcon hunt. She killed seven Falcon clan raiders before she was caught by the police. Her eye gave her away as a Snare, and after finding the scars on her scalp from where her horns once were she was immediately sent to the Stone.

During her time in stasis she had been living within the dreams and nightmares of the people in the coffins. Jumping from dream to dream with in the criminal minds of the stone was not something for the faint of heart. She was only thirteen when she entered the Stone. Now she is nineteen, and a little unbalanced. She still has the scars on her neck from when the raiders attacked.

[Emma]

Lycan Form

Name: Enya Wilde

Age: 21

Year: 3

Gender: Female

Species: Lycanthrope

In Depth Physical Description: In her human form, Enya stands at 5"7' and weights around 125 pounds. Her body is slim and willowy. She has been described as statuesque mainly due to the way she carries herself. She has golden honey blonde hair, that falls in natural loose waves down her back, ending just under her shoulder blades. Depending on the lighting her eyes can appear dark copper in color, or more of a burnt sienna shade. Enya though, refers to her eye color as just plain dark brown. Under moonlight her eyes come across as more of a smoldering supernatural color, resembling amber. Her natural sent is similar to gardenia flowers, but she almost always covers it up with lavender or sandalwood body oils. Her clothing style can be described as a mix of vintage hippie, gypsy bohemian, and moroccan inspired. She makes and wears her own jewelry. She has the typical angled eyes that run strong from her fathers bloodline, but the rest of her facial features resemble her mothers side of the family. Her lips are a soft peach color, and she has a perfect cupids bow, and pouty bottom lip.

In her wolf form she has a beautiful white coat of fur. She is on the smaller side for a lycanthrope, but she is fast and graceful. Her eyes are a pretty light caramel color.

Personality: Enya is stubborn, strong willed, and intelligent. She is a cynical badass that doesn't put up with shit. She does not warm to strangers easily, and appears afraid of nothing. She controls her emotions within herself rather easily, mainly because she is slightly detach from her emotions. Enya appears even tempered, controlled, and emotionally distant, until she lets you truly get to know her. So don’t expect many expressions of joy and happiness even though she feels it! She is a secret bleeding heart, and takes the suffering of innocents personally. If one pays special attention they can see that side of her throughout many of her actions. Enya is very smart, and is particularly tuned into numbers. She loves books, and movies, a way to escape into her mind. She is the protector of people she loves, extremely loyal, a "always has their back". She is organized and has an excellent attention span. Over the years she has become more sly, blunt, and uncompromising.

Hobbies: She loves to read, and paint. She also enjoys making jewelry.

Familiar: None

Extra: She is originally from around the Alaska and Canada area of earth. Her fathers family, and her old pack are a well known nomadic group, who follow their own traditions and have beliefs contrary to the typical Lycanthrope mainstream. Her mother is originally from Ireland, and comes from an ancient clan, known to be more feral then most, and tend to spend most of their time in wolf form rather then human. She speaks English, Irish, and French.

[Emma]

Name: Janis Gabriela Serraino

Age: 25

Family: Russo

Relation to Godfather: Niece.

Role in family: She does what she is asked, and what she wants.

Bio: Janis is the godfathers only niece. His late sister Rosa's only child. His one and only baby sister, light of his life, and favorite sibling. Rosa married the godfather good friend Bobby Serraino, and had to misscarrages before little Janis was born. When Janis was six years old she was spending the night with her cousin. Her mother Rosa was kidnapped and murder by a rival family, most likely for revenge. It's still unknown which family murdered her, but the Moriarti are most likely. Janis being onyl six years old at the time, with her father Bobby in prison for a ten year stay. Janis was personally taken in by the godfather, and from then on grew up like one of the godfathers own daughters.

Personality: She has a violent streak. She is an expert at thee use of switchblades, and not to shabby wielding a gun. According to close family, she is reputed to be practical, charming, exceptionally intelligent, but just as ruthless as her male counterparts, in some cases even more so. She has a cold and calculating approach in her criminal endeavors, and with her innocent face, and silver-tongue it was perfect fate that she was born a Russo. Janis is well-spoken and filled with losts of determination. She is prideful, confident and has good skills of command. She is capable of being utterly ruthless against those she perceives as harming her family. Janis reciprocates the loyalty of those who follow her with gratitude and compassion.

Relationship?: none at the moment

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Name: Catalina Amaryllis Merriam Deveraux

Age: 20

Rank: Baroness of Bernbury in Indra

Personality/History: Catalina is the only surviving child of the late Lord Vernon, Baron of Bernbury, and his first wife the late Lady Araceli of Escova. Her mother, Lady Araceli had six previous miscarriages, three still born babes, and one deformed daughter, who died four days after she was born. When Lady Araceli grew pregnant with Catalina, she resorted to witchcraft and other such taboos, to ensure the life and health of her coming baby. Her husband Lord Vernon, along with handfuls of servants witnessed her pagan ways, and when she was seven months pregnant she was confined to the prison tower, to await her execution for crimes of witchcraft and the murder of two young maids. Her execution was postponed until after she gave birth. Two months later, in late February, baby Catalina was born swiftly and effortlessly. And Lady Araceli was beheaded the following week.

With Lord Vernon’s wife forever now known as a witch, his once shiny reputation and respect became tarnished. Once a respected diplomat, known as a good childhood friend to King, and a charitable man, he was now scorned by his peers, and felt unwelcome at court. So he left with baby Catalina and his household to live in his country estate.

Catalina was three years old when her father remarried to Lady Agnes. It’s was a reputation fixer on his part, marrying the homely Agnes. She was well-known as a devout religious woman, and beloved by most, for her patronage within the kings church. In the ten years of their marriage, she bore Lord Vernon no children, but was the perfect mother to Catalina, who she nicknamed ‘Kitty’.

Being an only child, her father and stepmother spoiled and coddled her. She spent her early childhood at the St. Mallory’s convent where she received a good education. When she was nine her stepmother took personal charge of her education at home by hiring tutors, to which Catalina was taught to sing, paint, dance, read, write, spell and speak five different languages. So her education was considered above average for women of her high class, and standing. Good manners, household management, arithmetic, history, court etiquette, horseback riding, archery, hunting, and card games were specifically taught to her by her doting stepmother.

When she was ten she was betrothed to a much younger boy, Lord Roderigo a future Marquis. The betrothal was broken off three years later, after the Lord Roderigo suffered a fall, which rendered him simpleminded, and mentally unstable. Sadly just one month after the engagement was broken off, Catalina's father died suddenly from a heart attack at the age of forty-nine. Only a short six months later, her stepmother Lady Agnes left become a nun. Catalina, almost 14 years old was sent to live under the care of her aunt Marjorie, the Baroness of Clifton. Aunt Marjorie was very old, really dull, and spent most of her time embroidering, or falling asleep. Catalina's education became less rigorous and she basically had an unlimited amount of freedom, and endless time on her hands.

She spent her free time becoming the young woman she is today. Describe as bubbly, vivacious, cheeky, witty, and very charming, by most who met her, she is considered to be captivatingly beautiful, confident, and cheerful, but also rather prideful, and overly extravagant. Negotiations about her marriage began again under the control of her Uncle Raymond, and her godmother, Dame Isolde’s proxy. She was desired by many men, which she reveled in, but as a young girl she had the typical girly ideals of being married for love, so she refused the three different marriage arrangements she was given. When she was sixteen she entered court for the first time, and this became her favorite thing of all time. She was a well-liked socialite, stylish and gorgeous, and became established at court as one of the Queen's ladies.

Now 20 years old and with her own household as Baroness of Bernbury she has come into her own and feels ready for marriage.

Extra:

Manor in Bernbury, Indra

Favorite horse - Jubilee

[Emma]

Full Name: Jadis Priscilla Nolan

Nickames/Alias/AKA: Jade

Age: 19

Gender: Female

DOB: July 7th 1996

Occupation: Student at Gringore

Race: Propheta Witch

Hair Color: Red

Eye Color: Bright Blue

Height and Build: 5'2, petite body type, weighing in at 117 pounds.

History/bio:

Medium Length History

Jade's mother was only 16 when she accidentally got pregnant, and nine months later Jadis was born. Her parents married a year later in a traditional witch wedding ceremony. She grew up in Montaville along side the human populace as most Witches do, but Tellmore was an added bonus to her upbringing as she was surrounded by all the different supernaturals growing up.

Because of Jade's heritage, she has the greatest amount of magical potential compared to her siblings, and cousins. As a toddler when she was overcome by strong emotions such as anger or frustration, her magic would overwhelm her to the point of creating powerful power outages, shattering windows, and giving people around her nose/ears bleeds. During these lapses of control, her grandmother would sing to her to calm her down, as her parents chanted protection spells to stop the worst of it.

Born connected to three well known witch bloodlines, Jadis has more raw magic power then your average witch. Following her maternal bloodline she is connected to the Drăghici clan which was once one of the most ancient, and powerful of witch families in Europe. At least they were before their fall in the 60s, after Korikov hunters massacred most of the Drăghici members in Romanian. They were known for their talents in light magic, and divination. Jadis's grandmother Ecaterina was only seven years old, but she and a handful of others made it out alive, due to her own affinity with Sanabit magic.

On the other side of her maternal bloodlines are the Radulescus. A bloodline that carries quite a history in blood, and dark magics. Historically the first-born Radulescu of every new generation ends up possessing devastatingly massive amounts of power, and the baby is always sacrificed, so the Radulescu coven can absorb, and keep using their ancient ancestral magic. This all changed in 1952 when for the first time in history, the first-born came as identical triplets boys. The massive power was evenly distributed between the babies, Corneliu, Ionel, and Neculai.

The elders and head of the family coven came together to decide what to do, weather to sacrifice all three boys, or use the last of their magic to call upon their ancestors spirits for guidance. In the end they sought out a Propheta Witch, who explained to them that the triplets had the 'power of three' and though all of the living Radulescu witches of the past generations would soon loose their magic, the boys would not, and they would be the ones to carry on the Radulescu bloodlines, with all future generations bore from them having perpetual power without need for sacrificial first-borns.

The triplets mother was overjoyed that her sons would not be sacrificed, but the rest of the family was not. They did't want to lose their magic, for their own children to be powerless. So with what little magic they had left they joined together to summon their ancestors spirits for answers. The spirits voices spoke, and explained that there was only two options. Sacrifice all three, and everyone can keep their powers, but they must sacrifice the first-three-born of every new generation to follow. The second option was just as the Propheta Witch.

The triplets mother knew that her relatives would insist on sacrificing the babies in order keep their power, no mater what the cost. So during the wee hours she took her baby boys and runaway from her coven, from the only home she knew. She only needed to stay in hiding until the boys first birthday, when it would be to late to sacrifice them. In the end the triplets grew up and started their own families, and kept the Radulescu magic going strong for the new generations. Jadis is the granddaughter of the eldest triplet, Corneliu.

Her paternal side of the family hales from Irish ancestry, the Nolan's aka the Ó'Nualláin are more well known in Ireland and the United Kingdom. They follow the Celtic traditions of witch culture/magic. The Ó'Nualláin are extremely traditional, and have traceable ties to the ancient magic-blood royalty, thus granting them a high stats among witch kind. Ó'Nualláin witches more often then not excel in one of the elemental specializations.

When Jadis was five years old her parents, grandparents, and handful of other relatives decided it was best to bind the majority of little Jade's powers until she could control them better, as she was starting kindergarten at the local school where she would be among many human children, and adults. Luckily the aggressive unstable kind of magic that Jadis was born with, did not manifest in her younger sisters. Even with the effective binding spell in place on Jade's magic, she still was proving to be extremely powerful witch, and showed early signs of her affinity with divination magic, and second sight.

When she was 13 she chose to specialize as a Propheta of course. In fifth grade she met a new kid named Delia Tupper, they were seated as desk partners, and they quickly hit it off, becoming best friends. She spent a lot of her time at Delia's house, with her big family that welcomed her like she was one of their own. Unfortunately in tenth grade Delia died in a car accident. Jadis blamed herself, she hated her powers, what was the use of seeing the future if she could see anything important or be able to change things. She became bent on mastering her powers as fast as she could, as to make sure no one else she loved died, to make sure she could see whats coming. Overtime she learned the hard way that the future was always changing based on other decisions, and their was nothing she could do but watch and worn.

Jade was seventeen when another Propheta witch came to town. The first one Jadis had met beside herself. Petra was her name, and old woman who had specifically come to train Jadis as true Propheta after seeing her stuggling to learn on her own in a vision. They became friends in the process. Jadis graduated highschool, and decided to take a year off before she started at Gringore. She spent the year with her cousins in Ireland. Getting into some trouble with a shifter boy there, she ended up running off to Italy with him for a few weeks of mistakes. Now she is starting her first year at Gringore, taking classes in Supernatural History, Witch Cultures, Potion brewing, and advanced spells among other things.

Family/Relationships:
Father - Carrick Nolan - Alive Age 37 - Terreni Witch
Mother - Rahela Nolan nee Radulescu - Alive Age 35 - Naturalis Witch
Sister - Shale Nolan - Alive Age 14 - Naturalis Witch
Sister - Tamzin Nolan - Alive Age 9 - Witch
Maternal Grandmother - Ecaterina Radulescu nee Drăghici - Alive Age 57 - Sanabit Witch
Maternal Grandfather - Corneliu Radulescu - Alive Age 63 - Naturalis Witch
Friend - Delia Tupper - Deceased age 15 - Human
Mentor/Friend - Petra Greene - alive age 74 - Propheta Witch

Other/Extra: Speaks/Reads/Writes: Latin, Gaelic, Greek, and Romanian.