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@RenaKin90 Seeing as my character is a demon, would it be okay if she had the power to control flames? However, there will be limitations since I don't want to overpower her. ^^"

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Lily Ecclestone

Name: Lily Ecclestone
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Family: Father (Alive), Mother (Deceased)
Flat: 8, 1st Floor

Bio: Lily's fondest memories were that of the mundane moments she spent with her mother, looking through fairy tale books together, only for them both to be lovingly chastised by her father when he caught them awake past bedtime. Being a simple child, she cherished this simplicity in which life had to offer. Lily spent most of her years at home, where she was schooled and groomed to be a proper lady; not knowing the many wonders of the world. Just like her mother, she had an undying interest with "otherworldly" things. It fascinated her knowing that the world everyone had come to know, was not entirely as it seemed. Lily’s "little world" expanded when her mother was rushed to hospital one evening. For being a shelter girl all her life, she didn’t understand the sad smile on her mother’s face; not realizing that her mother was terminally ill. As soon as she was informed by the doctors of what was to be expected, Lily broke down.

Fifteen years had passed since then; she still isn't completely over the loss of her mother. Though now, she is more able in masking her heartbreak with a bright smile. Lily currently attends university, studying in animal management.

Personality: Lily is an enigmatic and friendly individual, who makes an effort in trying to befriend others. Seemingly having a reality of her own, she sees things differently, often saying or doing random things to the people around her. Despite being an oddball, she is a dreamer with the strong determination of making her dreams into reality no matter how ridiculous it sounds. Although, her cheerfulness isn't entirely genuine; rather a façade she had taken in as she prefers no one knowing how she truly feels. She purposely projects herself "weaker" than most—when in truth, she is much more smarter than she looks. Overall, Lily is someone who becomes easily attached to those who would accept her hand of friendship.

Theme Song: Florence + The Machine - No Light, No Light
Extras/Other: Lily suffers from albinism.

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@KimmiNinja I understand, thank you for informing me. I'll make sure to keep an eye out till then!

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@KimmiNinja Are you still accepting members? ^^

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@TheIrishJJ Great, I'll try and create my character sometime soon!

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@TheIrishJJ I'm definitely interested... That is, if you are still accepting?

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As the rain ceased to fall heavy on her shoulders, Amira could sense something was not quite right. The birds that once quietly roosted in the twisted oak trees were now circling the sky; their mournful, banshee cries resonating through the very hollows of her bones. "Shit..." Amira knew she wasn't safe here. If she was to survive, she would have to leave, but the thought of not knowing what was going on plagued her, like the devil tapping playfully on her shoulder. "Dammit." She'd curse. Seeing no other option than to soothe her aching curiosity, Amira would turn in the direction of the commotion. Something she knew she would greatly regret later.

As Amira trekked further through the tall, weeping grass, she could vaguely make out a small group of figures stationed beside a parked wagon. One... Two… Three… In her head, she'd count the number of people. There were at least five of them visible, but it wasn't them she was so worried about. It was four she couldn't see that troubled her. Why was she doing this again? She wondered. Shaking her head, she knew there was no backing out of the task ahead. If she was to survive she would have to fight.

Sensing a large, ominous figure behind her, she’d swiftly turn to face the creature head on; her once smooth skin crackling as a crocodilian-like armor would envelop her form. "Vampire vermin." She'd hiss, slamming her clawed nails into the bloodsucking creatures temples. The vampire would writhe under the pressure of her grip, swiping its elongated talons in an attempt to gouge at her throat. Amira would somehow dodge this with a slight falter, stepping backwards into the forest clearing. This was dangerous.

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I'm almost finished writing my post... Would it be alright if I had a vampire attack my character? ^^

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@RenaKin90 Thank you! I will most probably add more, but she'll have to do for now.
I'll make sure to post in IC sometime soon. Your character is being hunted, right?

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Amira

Name: Amira
Age: Unknown (Appears to be in her twenties)
Gender: Female
Race: Demon
Alignment: Neutral

Personality: Amira's perceptive and cynical nature makes her unable to trust others, making it difficult for others to befriend her, and thus most of her relationships with others merely concerned teaming up for survival—in most cases, to avoid unwanted disagreements Amira travels alone. Though seemingly quiet, she is rather blunt and can answer back if she felt the need to—she will make it known if she dislikes someone or something as she isn’t afraid to offend others.

Underneath that seemingly unwelcoming frontage is a vulnerable demon who unconsciously yearns to care for someone—and at the same time be cared for. Once she becomes attached to someone, she shows her more affectionate side, but at the same time she becomes very possessive and protective. She can be quite extreme in showing these feelings in ways the recipient of her feelings would find most frightening (such as getting rid of something or someone causing them discomfort).

Background: It wasn’t unusual, given the violent lifestyle demons led, that their demonic offspring would grow up without parents. Being young and immature then, Amira had no recollection of who she was or who her parents were; she had only come to know the people around her as her “hostile”—nothing short of being considered a family. It wasn’t long, however, until an elderly hermit stumbled upon her in the concave of a tree, and in an act of impulse, took her under his wing. There he raised her as his own, and as soon as she was old enough to be taught, she was educated in basics of survival. As time passed, the hermit grew weaker, and on his deathbed, he left her with one fleeting piece of advice: Keep your head down, and trust no one.

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