Potter

Avalia

Artemis

Time: Late Afternoon
Location: Roshmi Grand Hall
Interaction: @FunnyGuy Darius ✦ @13org Myra ✦ @Eviledd1984 - O’Ner

Artemis lounged on the chair with her feet up as she surveyed the residents entering the hall. Her gaze flickered over the Elves entering. With disgust in her eyes, she scowled as the governor light elf entered. She despised the rich and wealthy who trampled over the less fortunate. As her scowl deepened, she turned to watch Airdan leave and sighed with relief. Upon noticing Darius’ disappointment, she kept her comments to herself and bid him goodbye with a stiff nod. Her attention turned to O’Ner. She smirked at his disguise and chuckled.

His offer to buy her a drink made her bite her tongue. While she didn’t trust people to do anything or bring her stuff without it possibly being tainted, she knew she had to conserve energy. There was going to be a point tonight she'd have to dip her feet in the fountain or pond outside to recharge. The traveling had fatigued her. Besides that, she was healing form years of abuse, torture, and starvation. When she told Darius, she knew she'd have to be careful with the details. So with a heavy sigh, she replied, ”Yes, I would love some food and water. And please, don’t be shy with the food. I have a lot of catching up to do.” Her stomach growled in concurrence. She sighed and resented not being able to grab it herself.

Her attention turned to Myra, who was peering at O’Ner with a quizzical expression. She smirked as she watched the encounter, chuckling. The demoness was too adorable. After Myra sniffed the air and figured out who he was, she settled back down. Artemis chuckled and rested her head on her folded palms to survey the others. Her gaze landed on Darius as she grinned. ”So, what do you think?”

Ember Grove - Reboot

Here's my witch. :)

Hot Mess

Shay Knight

She's A Rebel - Green Day ★ Problem - Natalia Kills

Shay's Style

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Get to Know Shay

Full name: Laurel Shay Knight
Age: 21
Date of Birth: October 31st
Gender: Female
Occupation: Runaway
Where are you from?: Charleston, South Carolina

Physical Description

The most unique characteristic of Shay’s would be her stormy gray eyes. It appears if her eyes hold an eternal storm in them. They are adorned with thick eyelashes and a catlike appearance to them. Her eyebrows are straight, normally neatly plucked. Shay has a natural sun-kissed tan, unlike her siblings. She proudly will say, “She got it from her mama” without any guilt. Her skin is normally treated with self-care almost 24/7, leaving it silky and smooth. She has high and sharp cheekbones, giving her a striking and intimidating demeanor. Her nose is crooked from being broken and is upturned. Shay’s teeth are crooked with full-lips normally adorned with lip gloss. Her raven-black hair is normally tied into a braid, bordering on unkempt on most days. When it’s down, it’s voluminous and thick. She often ties it into a braid since it’s annoying when it’s hot. Despite her father’s wishes, she has a blue tint in her hair. Shay is taller than some girls, standing at 5’9, almost 5’10. She often over-eats, then feels guilt later and tries to keep her body in shape. Her nails are often painted, ranging from purples, reds and blacks. When she’s feeling low, her hair is messy, her nails are chipped and she lacks her usual luster.

Biographical Information

Height: 5'9
Weight: 140
Hair Color: Raven black
Hair Length: low back
Skin Color: Tan
Eye Color: Stormy gray
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: Shay has multiple tattoos; which will be shown below. She has both ears pierced and her belly-button as well.

Shay’s Tattoos

Right Shoulder
Her calf
Right hip

“You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.”

Relationships

Sexuality: Hetero
Relationship Status: Single
Any predetermined friends?: Open up for discussion
Siblings' Status: N/a
Parents' Status: Vladimir
Pets: N/A
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 6
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 6

》Interests

Likes

⋆ Practicing magic
⋆ Sleeping
⋆ Music and singing
⋆ Comics / video games
⋆ Drinking, also Starbucks
⋆ Sports - Basketball, snowboarding

Dislikes

⋆ Holy Saviors.
⋆ Vampires
⋆ Being chastised
⋆ Studying - it translates to, "students dying"
⋆ Rules - they were made to be broken
⋆ Swimming. She hates open water

Hobbies

⋆ Singing - she was in choir
⋆ Exercise/Martial Arts
⋆ Playing video games
⋆ Practicing magic
⋆ Volunteer work with Animals

Skills

⋆ Cooking/baking
⋆ Magic
⋆ Survival and first aid skills.
⋆ Endurance; she runs quite often
⋆ Martial arts, self-defense and boxing
⋆ Strength. She is naturally strong

”If you want to break these walls down, you’re gonna get bruised.”

Shay's Personality

Shay comes across as a wonderful person, and indeed she is. Despite not being friendly and coming across standoffish, once she warms up to someone, they will see a different side of her. She’s kind, loyal and a fierce friend. She values her loved ones and would sail beyond the seven seas for them. She’s quick-thinking and takes most people by surprise with her actions or words. With outstanding bravery, she’s often in trouble due to her recklessness. Shay’s often scolded for it. Her humor is broad, ranging from sarcasm and sassy retorts to blunt insults and passive-aggressive taunting. When the situation calls for seriousness, Shay doesn’t back down. She doesn’t give up easily and can become depressed if something doesn’t work out correctly. Her patience could use more work, which is something she practices often.

When she is bored, Shay’s likely to end up in trouble due to her mischievous and curious nature. Her resilient nature comes in strong, and she often gets back up after a failure. This sometimes angers her family, since she’s quick to bounce up and continue trying since she doesn't accept failure well. Shay’s esteem balances delicately on the line of arrogance and cockiness as well. Shay has surprisingly decent leadership skills and charisma. A lion at heart with a snake-mind, she is unpredictable.

》History

Shay was born into a tight-knit family coven. Her parents, Alice and Tom, had struggled to conceive, so Shay being born was a gift. The entire family spoiled her as well growing up. The coven was small, wealthy and powerful. They excelled at a variety of spells, one of them being the youth spell. Shay showed an affinity for magic at a young age. She wasn’t taught though, and sent to a boarding school to focus on her studies. She didn’t care much for them however, and displayed more of an interest in athletics. Studies bored her so she found herself in trouble often as a young kid. It continued as she grew older; she was into partying, drinking and smoking. Once she began learning magic, she calmed down. She reduced her partying and antics in reward for learning more spells.

When her 21st birthday arrived, Shay was beyond excited to go out and party that night. Her entire family came to protect and celebrate with her. After all, she was their prized jewel. After a few hours, Shay went to fix her makeup in the bathroom. That’s when terror struck: Evander, her warlock who had been kicked out due to dark magic, arrived at the restaurant with the Holy Saviors. He proclaimed that they had used voodoo on him and hexed his family. Her family was brutally murdered, except for Shay who had been hiding. The people inside the restaurant had been spared however, claiming they were a “violent gang” that would “kill them”. Nobody dared to speak up. Shay escaped through the bathroom window. Some of the Holy Savior members were outside and saw her escape. For weeks they hunted down Shay, nearly succeeding in capturing and murdering her. She was able to escape, however and relied on dark magic to help her. She was homeless, broke and terrified, not to mention devastated. Her entire coven was gone.

One night, a young man offered to help Shay during her time of distress when she was hiding in Alexei’s after traversing into Ember Grove. He approached her with kindness and understanding and offered her protection from the witch hunting Holy Saviors and place to call home. Just a drive away he said. Not too far he said. Safe and secure he said. The latter was half true. 3 out of 4 ain't bad, right? Wrong!

Shay was driven by the young man to a gated community he called New Paeonia. Entering the gates was the last thing she remembered before waking up in a cell with a throbbing headache and wearing nothing but what resembled a hospital gown. That is when the true hell began. Shay was subjected to countless experiments, interrogations, and abuse by the Sanguine Moon Clan. She watched as other captives were killed and brutally abused, even when in compliance with the orders of the vampire captives. She experienced something most don't. Knowing what true cruelty was and even seeing the face of who she thought was the devil. One of the most perverse things done to her, was being forced to be the subject of a portrait painted by none other than Alexander Drake himself. He was evil incarnated in her eyes, enjoying every moment of her weakness. It was during this moment that he shared what would happen to her next. He wanted her impregnated and he wanted her eventual child to be subjected to testing as well. Shat broke down in tears within her cell that day.

If anything motivated her to escape, it paled in comparison to her drive to disappear before being subjected to rape and the experimentation of the child that would be the product of the tragedy. Shay organized her escape by feigning love for an ill experienced vampire who was guarding her. She promised to give herself to him if he changed her. She didn't wish for a violent death and provided him with a recipe for a "death potion." The fledgling obliged and later offered up his blood and the potion that would kill her. She ingested both and as she slipped into a near death coma, the vampire escaped with her and set her body in a cave where she could emerge as a new child of the night. Shay's deceit and desperation worked smoothly. The moment she woke, she incapacitated the young vampire and ran for her life. Shay is currently willing herself to get to safety, one step at a time.

Witch Information

》Coven
Not anymore

》Skill Level
Intermediate

》Spell Specialization
Necromancy ⋆ Telekinesis ⋆ Fire ⋆ Healing

Avalia

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Belladonna

Time: Late Afternoon
Location: Elleta's Residence ---> Roshmi Grand Ball
Mention: @FunnyGuy - Umber
Interaction: @Tae - Torvi | @helo - Bowyn | @dreamingflowers - Ilan

Bella turned to Toriv and Bowyn and chuckled. Boreas looked so adorable that Belle had to struggle to remain nonchalant. ”You clean up well, Frosty.” She shuddered at the mention of the moth fairy and scowled. ”Gross. I’m moving on from that comment.” She turned to Torvi and nodded in regards to her comments regarding magic. While Bell hadn’t grown up the same way, she was too used to her gun and missed it. Hell, even a baseball bat would help her feel more comfortable. She could kill to go back to Earth and grab her gun and return. She sighed in dismay.

The sound of clicking filled her ears and she turned to watch Rosemary and Elleta walking down the staircase together, laughing about something. Belle watched them with surprise. She had been used to them being in rebel clothing that she hadn’t expected their extravagant outfits. Rosemary wore a light pink long-sleeve dress with pink heels. Her usual blonde bun was now laying around her in ringlets. Elleta, on the other hand, wore a sparkly grey dress with frills and mid length sleeves. Her hair was in a bun and she wore a gold headpiece. Both women had on black masks with gold lace around it. As she watched them approach their trio, she noticed a gold bracelet on Rosemary's arm as well. It took a second for it to click, then when she realized it, smirked. ”Nice outfits.” Belle told them with a smile as they approached them.

”Thanks. Same for you.” Elleta eyed her and looked to Rosemary, who seemed to be communicating telepathically with her. Belle watched, eyebrows raised, as Rosemary nodded. She then gestured for Bowyn and Torvi to follow her outside where a horse drawn carriage was waiting.

”There’s a carriage outside. Please follow,” Rosemary addressed them and left swiftly. Belle bit her lip, knowing whatever was happening next, had to do with the Golden Death. They weren’t sure if they wanted to expose Belle yet, so they wanted it to be private.

”I have something for you, too.” Belle swallowed hard and watched as Elle disappeared into the bathroom, then returned, carrying a gold necklace. Bellea watched with surprise, then swallowed hard. She wasn’t a fan of wearing necklaces. She sighed though and remained silent. ”I know what you’re thinking.” Elleta paused and looked at Belle. ”I sense your frustration and anxiety. This is to help us pick one another out in the crowd.” Another pause, then Elleta adjusted her mask properly on her face. She sighed as she added a gold bird pin to Belle’s mask. Belle stood there silently, knowing it was best to remain silent. She was happy to at least have a bird related theme to her ensemble, despite not coordinating with her initial ensemble.

”And the necklace I am providing you was my mother’s. She was killed by Aklenroth’s army many years ago when protesting the injustice. Not only did my mother die, but they sought to slaughter my entire family. I was hiding among the Golden Death for years until I finally resurfaced many years ago. I am an old woman, Bell, but I am not a fool. I know you’re struggling deep down and I’m sorry if this added more pressure to you - but we can’t lose you. You’re the leader and our friend.”

Belladonna remained silent and nodded. This was true. She also felt touched that Elleta was entrusting her with her mother’s necklace. The Elven women’s words radiated a warmth through her that she wasn’t used to feeling. What the hell was she feeling? Belle had no idea and it perplexed her. It had been too long since someone had been that sweet and loving to her. She didn’t know how to act or what to say, so she kept it simple. ”Thank you, Ell. I appreciate it. I won’t leave you guys.” The words held conviction, but the emotion wasn’t sound. Elleta studied her and then pulled her into a gentle hug. Belle stared with shock, frozen for a moment; then reality kicked in and she hugged the taller elf back.

”Come on. Let’s go.” Elleta’s warmth remained, but the seriousness the elf carried with her, had returned. Belle nodded and followed her to the carriage where they joined Bowyn, Torvi and Rosemary. The ride was silent from then on. Belle didn’t know what to say or how to act. She was choked up on the inside and felt as if her airway might close. Her eyes were frozen on the scenery outside, not looking at one another. This woman was risking everything to protect and train her. Hell, the entire Golden Death was placing their trust and hope upon her. The weight on her shoulders could have crushed an elephant.

Once at the Ball, the carriage was drawn away to a safe spot after everyone had exited it. Belle stared with awe at the hall, unable to tear her gaze from it. Elleta took her arm to pull her away so as not to look suspicious. Bell snapped her attention from it and glanced at Torvi with wide eyes. She wanted to see the reaction she held as well. While she remained impassive, the awe had been there briefly. Now, she wiped the astonishment from her expression and took a deep breath. Time to be an Elf and not a human, she thought. It would be easier for her to act disgruntled by the humans and appear as if they were beneath her. It was all she could think of to do to blend in at the moment. All she could do was think of Katniss Everdeen and sighed once more.

Their party arrived at the door and were greeted by an older light elf. Belle stared at him then away with a sigh. What the hell was she supposed to do? The Elves couldn’t have prepared her for this. She tore her gaze away finally and stared at the inside as they made it inside the hall. Belle paused with awe in her eyes. ”Magnifique,” She whispered under her breath. Belle had never seen anything so beautiful and grand in her life. No, she was used to her rundown neighborhoods. Lysandra… Lysandra would have loved this building.

For a moment, heartbreak filled her. The woman was an architect junky. A brief second and Bell was back in the living room, settling down to watch the movie. Brief anger rose inside of her as the reality sunk inside. Now instead of a delinquent, she was a rebel leader masquerading as an Elf with suffocating pressure on her. Her anxiety was beginning to crawl back up. Bell shook her head to settle her emotions down and took several deep breaths. She forced herself to look away, then turn to the Avalians as Elleta went to speak.

”Please find a table and settle down by it. I suggest going near the back or middle to be safe. Stay calm, quiet, and be cautious.” Elleta patted her head gently and moved away with Rosemary to begin looking around. The women seemed to be focusing on some other guests who had already arrived. As Belle watched them leave, her eyes trailed to the front where she saw Ilan and Regulus. She smiled and ducked her head so that nobody would see. She recognized Morgayne flying over to them and handing him a large mask to cover his face. They seemed safe and sound. A wave of relief washed over her. Later she would have to go greet them - but for now, she'd listen to Elleta's instructions. She turned away and looked at Bowyn and Torvi.

"So, where shall we go?" she inquired, allowing them to choose.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Charlotte Hawthorne

Charlotte Sparrow / Peacemaker

| {Full Name} |

Charlotte Jean Sparrow

| {Age} |

25

| {Species} |

Human

| {Gender} |

Female

---

| {Appearance} |

Charlotte stands at 5’8, weighing around 130 pounds. She has dark blue eyes and a friendly smile. She has mid-length brown hair with caramel/blonde highlights, which is normally kept up in a braid. Having seemingly discovered the fountain of youth, she appears younger than her age. She dresses casually, not bothering to dress up or caring much for makeup either. She wears hair-ties on her wrists and a locket around her neck. Often, she dons ripped jeans, tees and tank tops along with a leather jacket. She is normally found wearing sneakers. For special occasions, she will dress up, rather begrudgingly.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

Her purse, containing her cell phone, hair-ties, bobby pins, and also some candy. She also carries pepper spray and a pocket knife.

| {Physical Abilities} |

Charlotte is a fast runner, though she despises doing it. Her reflexes are average, and her strength is slightly above average. She can climb well and also hike. Charlotte is trained in martial arts and is a black belt. Since James was in the police force, he also taught her self-defense and combat but she isn’t a professional at it. She is also well-versed in the medical world and cooking. She practices yoga and pilates as well, finding it helps her cope with her chronic pain. She can also shoot and has decent accuracy.

| {Superpowers} |

Telekinesis | Healing | Telepathy.

| {Limitations} |

Healing: It is Charlotte’s most used and controlled ability. She is still a beginner on it, however she is able to heal minor cuts and injuries. It weakens her to heal broken bones, but on the occasion of it being serious, she has been able too. Afterwards, she will normally need to lie down and recharge for a few days. She will feel lethargic and fatigued. She can also close minor bleeding wounds, but isn’t capable of fully fixing it. Healing for long periods can take its toll on her and cause her headaches and fatigue. It causes a bright light over the spot she’s healing as well.

Telekinesis:This is her favorite and requires great concentration. She is able to bring small items to her. The bigger and heavier they are, the less she is able to control them. She can control the speed of which they come, but only for minimal periods.She can use it to help grab items out of her reach and also across the room. She is working on being able to lift light objects and control their momentum/speeds and close large distance gaps. It causes her nose to bleed and also throbbing headaches.

Telepathy: This is her weakest ability. It has only started manifesting, so she can't control it or help it. She can hear phrases of people around her but can't concentrate on them. She can feel an emotion too. Very weak, and uncontrolled.

---

| {Personality} |

Prior to James’ death, Charlotte was gentle, kind and sweet. She would willingly go out of her way for others. However, if you cross her negatively, Charlotte will drop everything and walk off. She is feisty and ready to hold her own if necessary. Her bravery and nerve are over the top, and she isn’t afraid to stand up for injustice or bullying. She will fight tooth and nail for it. Her softer side is reserved for her loved ones, particularly Marcus. With a clever mind, she has witty comebacks and a sharp tongue. She will try reigning it in though, around unfamiliar people. Sometimes nicknamed the ‘Energizer Bunny’, Charlotte seems to have an abundance of nonstop energy. She rarely sits still and finds it difficult to manage with her chronic pain. Her determination and work ethic are immense: to her, the sky’s the limit. Her ambition is her passion. Charlotte radiates a pleasant vibe however, and has a sweet smile to match it. She enjoys being out and having fun. When she’s alone however, the walls come down and she’s depressed all over again about her brother.

| {Place of Origin} |

Keystone, born and raised.

| {Background} |

Charlotte's life was relatively ordinary. She was born to Theresa and William Hawthorn and twin to James. The siblings were inseparable. Growing up, Charlotte was high energy and put her mind to anything. If she could climb a wall, she would have tried. She was active in softball, equestrian, martial arts and tennis while on the other hand, James was into reading and technology. She developed a passion for helping and saving people. She dreamed of becoming a nurse since childhood, while James dreamed of becoming a police officer. When Charlotte turned 18, her life changed dramatically. After being in a car accident from a drunk driver and breaking several bones, she was forced to end her athletics. She had broken her femur, shoulder, sprained her back and also broken a few fingers and toes. James supported her throughout the process and was there for her as much as possible. She had spiraled into a depression, since she didn't think she could become a nurse anymore.

During this time, she felt a loss of control over her life and thus, developed anorexia. Going away to college was no longer feasible; she was too reliant on help for mothers during her recovery. This upset her greatly, since James went away to college to become a cop. She was in therapy for months to help control her depression and anorexia. Finally, after struggling for years, Charlotte finally made it into college. When it seemed like her life was coming together, it unraveled again fast. She developed nerve pain throughout her body, sometimes debilitating her and causing her to become bedridden. This forced her back out of college. Her family sought answers and saw many specialists; though nobody could make ‘go away’ as Charlotte hoped. She was given pain medication to help control it and physical therapy to strengthen her body. She was forced to give up her recreational activities while she healed. Furious with her life and eager to help others, Charlotte’s passion for nursing only grew. She hated to see others suffer the same way she was and wanted to help as many people possible. To make matters worse, James was eventually stationed in Kansas City, away from her.

After physical therapy ended, she finally managed to attend college. Slightly older than the rest of her peers, she kept to herself and became antisocial and a loner. It was a vast difference from her usual self. When she graduated, she was able to reconnect with James and his partner, Marcus during her free-time. The trio bonded. Sadly, their time came to an end when James was abruptly murdered. Devastated and grief-stricken, she sought Marcus’ company. The two grew even closer and shared a kiss together after getting plastered together. They awkwardly kept their space from one another.

Months went by - lonely, dark months. She buried her grief in her work. During a gruesome 12 hour shift, she was working in the emergency room when her life changed yet again. A kid was brought in after being in a horrific accident, causing him to break his back and arm. Charlotte had sedated the child in order to treat him and was alone in the room to watch his response to the medication. She had taken his hand comfortingly when a strange light appeared over her hand. Before she could let go and figure it out, the arm was healed. She was stunned and left quickly. After a while, Charlotte tried it on another patient two weeks later and found the same result. Delighted with her ability to help save others, Charlotte began helping patients out when nobody was around. She found herself healing minor injuries, such as sprains and also bruises. With worry she might be caught, Charlotte began randomizing her visits to patients and sneaking into other rooms as well and disappearing before being seen. Additionally, she learned of her telekinetic ability at home on accident - and practices it as well.

Now, with her newfound ability, and a thirst for justice, Charlotte works as much as possible to help save the vulnerable. She has begun to study law as well, to help become a nurse-lawyer and bring justice to criminals. A day doesn’t go by that she doesn’t think of James and feel resentful towards her ability. Right now though, she focuses on saving and helping others. The grief will have to wait.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

I posted Charlotte. She is after Funny Guy's post.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

I finished my CS. :)

Charlotte Hawthorne

Charlotte Sparrow / Peacemaker

| {Full Name} |

Charlotte Jean Sparrow

| {Age} |

25

| {Species} |

Human

| {Gender} |

Female

---

| {Appearance} |

Charlotte stands at 5’8, weighing around 130 pounds. She has dark blue eyes and a friendly smile. She has mid-length brown hair with caramel/blonde highlights, which is normally kept up in a braid. Having seemingly discovered the fountain of youth, she appears younger than her age. She dresses casually, not bothering to dress up or caring much for makeup either. She wears hair-ties on her wrists and a locket around her neck. Often, she dons ripped jeans, tees and tank tops along with a leather jacket. She is normally found wearing sneakers. For special occasions, she will dress up, rather begrudgingly.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

Her purse, containing her cell phone, hair-ties, bobby pins, and also some candy. She also carries pepper spray and a pocket knife.

| {Physical Abilities} |

Charlotte is a fast runner, though she despises doing it. Her reflexes are average, and her strength is slightly above average. She can climb well and also hike. Charlotte is trained in martial arts and is a black belt. Since James was in the police force, he also taught her self-defense and combat but she isn’t a professional at it. She is also well-versed in the medical world and cooking. She practices yoga and pilates as well, finding it helps her cope with her chronic pain. She can also shoot and has decent accuracy.

| {Superpowers} |

Telekinesis | Healing | Telepathy.

| {Limitations} |

Healing: It is Charlotte’s most used and controlled ability. She is still a beginner on it, however she is able to heal minor cuts and injuries. It weakens her to heal broken bones, but on the occasion of it being serious, she has been able too. Afterwards, she will normally need to lie down and recharge for a few days. She will feel lethargic and fatigued. She can also close minor bleeding wounds, but isn’t capable of fully fixing it. Healing for long periods can take its toll on her and cause her headaches and fatigue. It causes a bright light over the spot she’s healing as well.

Telekinesis:This is her favorite and requires great concentration. She is able to bring small items to her. The bigger and heavier they are, the less she is able to control them. She can control the speed of which they come, but only for minimal periods.She can use it to help grab items out of her reach and also across the room. She is working on being able to lift light objects and control their momentum/speeds and close large distance gaps. It causes her nose to bleed and also throbbing headaches.

Telepathy: This is her weakest ability. It has only started manifesting, so she can't control it or help it. She can hear phrases of people around her but can't concentrate on them. She can feel an emotion too. Very weak, and uncontrolled.

---

| {Personality} |

Prior to James’ death, Charlotte was gentle, kind and sweet. She would willingly go out of her way for others. However, if you cross her negatively, Charlotte will drop everything and walk off. She is feisty and ready to hold her own if necessary. Her bravery and nerve are over the top, and she isn’t afraid to stand up for injustice or bullying. She will fight tooth and nail for it. Her softer side is reserved for her loved ones, particularly Marcus. With a clever mind, she has witty comebacks and a sharp tongue. She will try reigning it in though, around unfamiliar people. Sometimes nicknamed the ‘Energizer Bunny’, Charlotte seems to have an abundance of nonstop energy. She rarely sits still and finds it difficult to manage with her chronic pain. Her determination and work ethic are immense: to her, the sky’s the limit. Her ambition is her passion. Charlotte radiates a pleasant vibe however, and has a sweet smile to match it. She enjoys being out and having fun. When she’s alone however, the walls come down and she’s depressed all over again about her brother.

| {Place of Origin} |

Keystone, born and raised.

| {Background} |

Charlotte's life was relatively ordinary. She was born to Theresa and William Hawthorn and twin to James. The siblings were inseparable. Growing up, Charlotte was high energy and put her mind to anything. If she could climb a wall, she would have tried. She was active in softball, equestrian, martial arts and tennis while on the other hand, James was into reading and technology. She developed a passion for helping and saving people. She dreamed of becoming a nurse since childhood, while James dreamed of becoming a police officer. When Charlotte turned 18, her life changed dramatically. After being in a car accident from a drunk driver and breaking several bones, she was forced to end her athletics. She had broken her femur, shoulder, sprained her back and also broken a few fingers and toes. James supported her throughout the process and was there for her as much as possible. She had spiraled into a depression, since she didn't think she could become a nurse anymore.

During this time, she felt a loss of control over her life and thus, developed anorexia. Going away to college was no longer feasible; she was too reliant on help for mothers during her recovery. This upset her greatly, since James went away to college to become a cop. She was in therapy for months to help control her depression and anorexia. Finally, after struggling for years, Charlotte finally made it into college. When it seemed like her life was coming together, it unraveled again fast. She developed nerve pain throughout her body, sometimes debilitating her and causing her to become bedridden. This forced her back out of college. Her family sought answers and saw many specialists; though nobody could make ‘go away’ as Charlotte hoped. She was given pain medication to help control it and physical therapy to strengthen her body. She was forced to give up her recreational activities while she healed. Furious with her life and eager to help others, Charlotte’s passion for nursing only grew. She hated to see others suffer the same way she was and wanted to help as many people possible. To make matters worse, James was eventually stationed in Kansas City, away from her.

After physical therapy ended, she finally managed to attend college. Slightly older than the rest of her peers, she kept to herself and became antisocial and a loner. It was a vast difference from her usual self. When she graduated, she was able to reconnect with James and his partner, Marcus during her free-time. The trio bonded. Sadly, their time came to an end when James was abruptly murdered. Devastated and grief-stricken, she sought Marcus’ company. The two grew even closer and shared a kiss together after getting plastered together. They awkwardly kept their space from one another.

Months went by - lonely, dark months. She buried her grief in her work. During a gruesome 12 hour shift, she was working in the emergency room when her life changed yet again. A kid was brought in after being in a horrific accident, causing him to break his back and arm. Charlotte had sedated the child in order to treat him and was alone in the room to watch his response to the medication. She had taken his hand comfortingly when a strange light appeared over her hand. Before she could let go and figure it out, the arm was healed. She was stunned and left quickly. After a while, Charlotte tried it on another patient two weeks later and found the same result. Delighted with her ability to help save others, Charlotte began helping patients out when nobody was around. She found herself healing minor injuries, such as sprains and also bruises. With worry she might be caught, Charlotte began randomizing her visits to patients and sneaking into other rooms as well and disappearing before being seen. Additionally, she learned of her telekinetic ability at home on accident - and practices it as well.

Now, with her newfound ability, and a thirst for justice, Charlotte works as much as possible to help save the vulnerable. She has begun to study law as well, to help become a nurse-lawyer and bring justice to criminals. A day doesn’t go by that she doesn’t think of James and feel resentful towards her ability. Right now though, she focuses on saving and helping others. The grief will have to wait.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Hi, I would like to join also.

Avalia

Artemis

Time: Dusk
Location: Edena
Interaction: @FunnyGuy Darius ✦ @13org Myra

Artemis had beamed at Darius’ reaction. She had kept her gaze pointed towards her friends however her eyes had been on Airdan. There was an aura round him that she could not shake. While she naturally distrusted Elves, something in her gut told her something was off about him. Artemis decided she would keep an eye on him though, making sure to note anything suspicious. No matter; tonight was not the night for it. This was her first chance back in Roshmi and she was going to enjoy herself. She turned to watch Darius take out the memory glass. She smiled faintly, having not seen one for what felt like a decade. She wiped her eyes, pretending it had been something else. Her heart ached for familiarity in her life, but it would never go back to how it used to be. She wasn’t positive she could find herself to be happy again. However, this pair were beginning to aid her in that process.

At the same time Darius mentioned celebrating with meat, he pulled the memory glass out. His words caused her to grin and playfully kiss Darius on the cheek while hugging Myra and him to her. She let go after the picture, giggling and waiting to see Darius’ reaction. She pulled away and leaned her back against the Amora with a grin. She appreciated the human's kindness and helpfulness. Not to mention, his delightfully goofy personality. Myra, too, was a delight to hangout with. She truly hoped nothing bad would happen to them. The demoness hopping up and down was the cutest thing she had seen in quite awhile. For now, she would allow sparkles of her old personality to shine through and maybe, just maybe, find the happiness she had missed.

For now, her guard would slip down just enough to have fun, but not enough to where she couldn't defend herself. She bit her lip and glanced at Darius now, keeping an eye on Airdan. She needed to tell Darius the nature and origin of her species and power. What she wouldn't talk about yet was being a slave. Those memories were harder to come to terms with and discuss. The amount of abuse she had suffered would surely throw this human over the top. She knew he might ask, yet she was hoping he wouldn’t. One look at her was descriptive enough. Tonight was a night she was hoping to have fun and be herself at, but this damn elf was her nerves, simply by chaperoning them. She sighed quietly and pushed it out of her mind.

Avalia

Artemis

Time: 4pm
Location: Amora, headed to Roshmi
Mention: @Tae Azriel ✦ @Alivefalling Aklenroth ✦ @Eviledd1984 O'Ner
Interaction: @FunnyGuy Darius ✦ @13org Myra

The past two days were interesting to say the least. Artemis had been able to eat what she wanted whenever she was hungry. Since she had been starving the past few weeks, it had been difficult to hold back from eating too much. Her energy level was improving gradually, and the color was returning to her skin. She had strayed from the room often. The Garden of Edena had been her favorite spot. Despite the warnings, she had sat in the pond frequently, or the tub. It had become her favorite spot to sink in the water and let go of her stress. Though she hated being on Daka, her newfound freedom was hard for her not to take advantage of. She wasn’t letting anyone tell her what to do or where she couldn’t go, though she remained cautious. She had been sneaking around the castle as well, though she made sure not go anywhere too forbidden. Her mind had been searching for something that wasn’t quite there. Her mind had raced frequently regarding it, however she managed to push it away. Right now, she had to take care of herself. Who knew if it was true, anyways? The Dark Elves had manipulated and toyed with her mind often.

Instead of focusing on the past, Artemis had started to focused herself on regaining her health and to assess her reflection when possible. Her hair was starting to grow thicker. Her scales on her legs when on land were glistening more now. She was finally free and was starting to reflect her joy outwards. She ahd been laughing with Darius carrying her around too, since her strength was still low. Her ability to move was impaired still, and she was thankful for the human's help.

When they had to meet Aklenroth’s forces, she had been subdued and quiet. Artemis' expression was stoic and impassive, and her arms folded. The floating Demon didn’t scare her, though she knew the other two weren’t thrilled with it. She had been around demons often. However, the female Wraith was off putting and kept her distance from her. Aklenroth’s General, O’Ner, despite being an Undead, didn't faze her. For her, it was another day on Daka being surrounded by evil. However, her eyes had been glued to Aklenroth, unafraid of staring him down. Artemis had only let her gaze move away to keep an eye on the Wraiths. She didn't trust them. Once they had been dismissed, Artemis let out a relieved sigh and stalked out rather quickly. She had taken the time to unwind again in the tub and regain more stamina.

It was to her dissatisfaction that this damn Elf would be staying with her group and mentoring Darius. When they were in the Moon Elf Kingdom, Artemis had been bristling with both relief and tension. She had been glaring at the Elves as she followed them. With her dress covering her legs, it was hard to tell what species she was exactly. Her ears were round like a human’s, though she didn’t display any human characteristics. She had given off a haughty aura, smirking at the Elves recoiling from Darius and Myra. When they were in the shop, Artemis had taken her time to find something that suited her. A rare smile had painted her lips. She had also found a hairpiece to match it. When it was time to leave, she wished to stay, but decided it was better to be on Daka than with these lonesome, filthy Elves.

Day Of the Ball

Finally on the Amora, Artemis was finally letting go of her tension. She lounged on the seat she was on, admiring her reflection. Her dress and mask were something to marvel over. She hadn’t partaken in anything fancy in years. Artemis had removed her mask a few times to admire it, too. She couldn’t remember the last time she had owned anything that was her’s. She swished the dress and beamed over the sparkling beads on it. To Artemis, it reminded her of the stars in the sky at night. She loved how it covered her scales, too. While Artemis wasn’t afraid of anyone, she wasn’t going to advertise being a mermaid. What if the slave captors were at the ball, or black marketers? She would be damned if she ended back in that hellhole. Right now, she was unrecognizable. Instead o her hair matted and tangled, it was combed out and in a simple up-do. The the longer layers were pulled back with a fancy headpiece. Artemis had gasped when she found it and beamed with excitement. How she adored swimming in the ocean, underneath the stars. The reflections over it on the sea had been one of her happiest place. She hoped she would be able to swim freely soon, but there wasn't an ocean on Daka...

Her attention turned to the group. She watched their interaction and had been silent. However, when Airdan spoke of her being a slave, she had emitted a low, menacing growl. As if she would appear as their slave or anything akin to it. Artemis shook her head at him and turned to face Darius and Myra. She had been about to speak, commenting on how cute Myra and Darius would appear as a demon couple, when Myra repeated the word ‘couple’. Artemis stared at her, wide-eyed. Was it her imagination, or had Myra actually spoken? Her shock quickly turned to excitement.

”Myra, oh my goodness! You spoke your first word!” She hugged the demoness gently with a grin that spread from ear-to-ear. ”You have a beautiful voice, honey, and I’m glad we were able to hear it. I am really proud of you.” She fell silent to allow Darius to react. She didn’t want to intervene in the explanation. Artemis fixed her dress over her legs more so and kept an eye on Airdan while watching her friends. The smile hadn’t left her face. Her brown eyes were shining with joy for the first time with company in awhile. For the first time, she was beginning to feel peace and tranquility. It was odd for her to call someone friend, but she knew she could trust these two. Their kindness was a debt she would never stop repaying them, especially for saving her from dying in the forest.

While she waited, she glanced outside the amora windows and grinned down at the city. Finally, she addressed Darius with a grin. ”See for yourself, Darius, the beautiful city below you is a sight to behold.” Artemis felt her heart break at a few memories she had of being in Roshmi and let out a deep, mournful sigh. Her mind raced, dashing her smile ever so faintly. Would it be a joy to be back? Would she find any old acquaintances? Artemis sighed. She hope that her past wouldn't come back to haunt her. She wanted to enjoy the ball. Tonight would definitely be interesting, too: she knew Aklenroth had something up his sleeves. Artemis tried to qualm her racing mind and focus on the present, but her nerves were starting to creep up. She clenched her fists and turned to Darius and Myra once more, trying to continue enjoy their company.

Avalia

Belladonna

Time: Ball Summary ----> 4pm Ball day
Location: Roshimi City ----> Elleta's Residence
Interaction: @Tae - Torvi, @helo - Bowyn

SUMMARY OF LAST TWO DAYS

After the encounter with the creepy stranger, Belle had returned to her normal and less mean side of herself. She had been about to speak when Elleta had pipped in and said they were staying at her house. Belle hadn’t spoken, out of fear of giving her away. So, after Torvi and Bowyn agreed to come stay the night (because who knew if the creep would show up again?) and gathered their belongings, the quartet headed to her house. The woman had laughed at his childish remarks after he had left. Belle was silent now, her temper slightly flared. She sighed and tried to shake it off. The day had been long as hell, and she was anxious to head to bed. She couldn’t help but wonder about Kuroi, Ilan, Baraian and the others. Were they safe and had they headed back to Ra-Monde? She bit her lip and remained quiet. Elleta, despite being tired, had used light magic to conceal their group and their pathway to her home.

Once they were at Elleta’s house, which was in the richer area of Roshmi, they found Rosemary (who had ducked out when the creeper had as to ensure they were safe to head back to Elle’s) and Morgayne hanging out on the couch. To Belle’s relief, some of her clothes and ball dress and mask had been brought too. She managed a delighted smile, trying not to show any surprise. Morgayne gave her a thumbs up, and Belle couldn’t help but hug them both. She couldn’t understand why she had been so concerned and decided to ignore it for now. ”Bowyn, Torvi and Boreas; this is Morgayne, also known as Morg and Rosemary. They are not threatening at all. They’re friends of ours and they will do everything they can to help, and protect you, before and during the ball and afterwards if you should so choose. Rosemary and I can teach you both the elves customs and dances, and also their stupid traditions tomorrow. There are guest rooms at the right of the hallway that you both are free to use.” Elle finished speaking and came to hug both of her friends, then headed up the stairs to her room.

After chatting with Rosemary and Morgayne in code, they assured her that no one had been in trouble. She sighed in relief, but bit her lip when they said they couldn't find the others. Morg saw her concern and assured her they were most likely going to be at the ball. Regulus, on the other hand, might remain at Ra Monde but she wasn’t certain. Belle thanked them for the tidbit then changed into her night clothes. She was staring at the bathroom with surprise and awe. The world kept taking her by surprise. What was scaring her more was how she was beginning to feel what felt like concern and worry for others. She had been too used to feeling cold and distant toward others that she wasn’t sure what to do. Belle scowled at the wall and headed out impassively passed the group and into her room. She had made sure to say goodnight to Torvi and Bowyn as well prior to stalking off to her room.

Ball Preparation - Elleta's Residence

The next morning, Belle was woken up after a restful nights’ sleep. Elleta and Rosemary had prepared food for everyone while Morgayne had gone out to hunt for others. She returned without news once more, though she assured a worried Belle it would be okay once more. She said nothing to the fairy, who had also noted in a quiet voice that “everyone knew they were all-right and are looking forward to seeing her at the ball”. Belle thanked her this time for the information, but her temper flared briefly and caused the sink to spout out water. Luckily, the Elves hadn’t noticed, and Morgayne had been busy eating her food. The thought of being the rebel leader crawled back into her mind which began to ache. The pressure upon her was gnawing at her inside. She chose not to say anything, and began to clean up the mess she had caused.

Afterwards, Belle trained with Elleta and Rosemary because these Elves didn’t take days off. They invited Torvi to join as well, and worked with the girls on their magic. They showed them defensive and offensive strategies and focused on ways to shield themselves. Afterwards, they practiced more with knives and weaponry, much to Belle’s delight. They had discovered Torvi’s nature, which Belle found incredible. A viking? That was amazing! She was in awe of her friend. Belle grinned at Torvi with genuine joy in her eyes. They quit training afterwards, not wanting to exhaust the humans. They made sure to prep Belle and Torvi, and also Bowyn if he had accepted their help. They showed the girls the customs, proper dancing, and also their mannerisms. Elleta had snicked when she showed them, obviously not one for tradition. She also warned them of the danger that posed and who to watch out for; this seemed plain to them but Belle couldn’t help but appreciate it.

Now, as Belle stared at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn’t help but imagine. What if the Gang hadn’t tried killing her? What if she hadn’t testified? Would she be here?” She couldn’t help but snicker at the way her life had gone. One day she was a gang member and leader, then a delinquent and then rebel, hiding from the gang. She shook her head and began to braid her hair while looking out for the others. The dress was beautiful; though she wasn't sure how she felt walking around in it. What if something happened and they needed to flee? The heels would have to either go or be used as a weapon if anything. And her magic...

She glanced at the dress and tights once more, then back up. What's wrong with being confident? Come on, Bells... She heard Embry's voice in her head and gritted her teeth, though the words helped. With a deep sigh, Belle smirked at her reflection. She then put on her mask and strode out of the bathroom with confidence. Her mind briefly wandered to the fate of Kuroi, Ilan, Baraian and Regulus. The Golden Death too, had been informed of her safety thanks to Morgayne. The sudden thought caused her stomach to churn and her mind to begin running frantically for any shred of hope and peace. The Golden Death would be looking for her and guarding her. She gritted her teeth and cast it out of her mind for now. She was clinging to the 'normalcy' of the past day still.

"Torvi, Bowyn - are you ready?" Belladonna called. She began to look for the others and heard the Elves and forest fairy upstairs, so she sat in the living room to wait for Torvi and Bowyn