I have no idea what these guys are saying but hot damn what nice voices. I enjoyed the rhythm and melody of this song and appreciated the little violin parts. (Violinplayerbiasyes) Catchy af.
Appearance: While lean and geared more towards deft, agile maneuvers, she isn't ridiculously scrawny but not desirably full-figured either. She stands at around 5'3''.
Power: Animation: Sunny has the ability to bring inanimate objects to life. The animated objects stay 'alive' as long as Sunny wants or until it is destroyed. However, larger objects uses more mental strength or will and don't usually last long while smaller objects do. The animated object's personality varies depending on Sunny's wishes. If she longs for companionship while animating something, that something will do anything to comfort its maker.
Personality: Warm-hearted and compassionate; Sunny enjoys helping others. She is persistent, always striving for the truth and leading a respectful, dignified life. She is an extremely loyal person and often finds herself to attached to things/people that catch her interest. Sunny is always willing to stretch out a hand to those in need, caring little about her own self. She's very sensitive but is quite thick-headed when it comes down to personal relationships. Sunny chooses to live with a smile on her face and without fear clouding her judgment.
Likes: Chamomile tea, vanilla ice cream, classical music, bad puns and jokes. Dislikes: Coffee, bad romance novels and loneliness.
History: Sunny would wake up in the morning feeling rather mellow when she was younger. She would go to school and then come home only to curl up under her covers and sleep. She had good grades, a home, and all the things she could possibly ask for. Yet the world to her was a canvas of monochrome colors. Maybe those feelings occurred ever since Richard Norton cheated on her with Miranda Salders in seventh grade or maybe it was because she had no real friends since her parents were always absent and moved every so year due to their professions.
What really drew her out of her shell was art and Ms. Tiller, her care-taker (mom). It started with a simple sketch in her history notebook and a bit of encouragement from a kind old lady...and then her obsession with art exploded. Sunny would draw everything anywhere. She would even go as far as to graffiti over graffiti. After realizing that she had the ability to animate objects, she was never lonely again. She began conversing more often and started creating real relationships with people. Sunny is also trying to find the heart to forgive her forgetful parents.
Of course, right when things were going right for her, her parents decided to dump Sunny at Pavar before catching the next flight to Los Angeles.
Awakening:
Her slender fingers dug into the clay, the cool moist feeling tickling her. Eyes fluttering closed, Sunny let herself sink in an ocean of tranquility. She broke off a lump of clay, taking the small portion in her hands before creating the general shape of a bird. With the bird on her left palm, she reached over to grab a carving tool from the table in front of her. "Pretty little robin, why did you go to the library? Perhaps you wanted to find some bookworms," she joked with a flat tone. She deftly began to etch details onto the soft surface. In a few minutes, she was carefully examining the half-finished product. Although it was clay, it held an aura of life as if it was begging to fly free. Her lips pulled up into a rare smile, a facial expression reserved exclusively for her art.
"You're sculptures are lovely as always," a voice suddenly rang out. Sunny looked up, the bright smile fast disappearing into a more held-back one. It was the house-keeper, Ms. Tiller. The elderly woman had been employed ever since Sunny was a child. Ironically, Ms. Tiller was more of a mother to Sunny than her biological one.
"Thank you," she politely answered, setting the bird onto the table. The woman smiled, the wrinkles around her eyes creasing as she took a seat next to Sunny. She gasped though, standing right back up. Alas, Sunny had forgot that she had spilled some water on the seat. Ms. Tiller only laughed as she grabbed a towel. "I'm sorry," Sunny said, looking away. Soft laughter escaped the woman's lips again as she took Sunny's clay muddied hands, patting them gently.
"You don't ever have to apologize to me." Sunny licked her lips, the word 'sorry' threatening to escape if she dared to open her mouth. Ms. Tiller continued to talk, her wise hazel eyes boring into dark browns. "...I should be the one to apologize to you. I tried to tell them. Your parents, they should be around more often for you but oh Sunny, you know they are very busy."
"I know," Sunny said after a heavy second. "I know," she quickly murmured again, her eyes darting to the floor. Ms. Tiller sighed and the deafening silence stretched out its long limbs. Ms. Tiller patted Sunny's hands again before leaving the girl alone, realizing that there was nothing to lift Sunny's bad mood. Sunny plucked the clay bird sculpture, continuing to add details.
She was to turn fifteen in a few days. Her parents promised to be home on her special day. They promised but apparently France was a lot more important than their daughter. Bitter tears welled up and all of the sudden, the lonely and confused teenager couldn't breathe. God, how foolish she was to even imagine her parents magically appearing on her birthday. They hadn't come to the past seven birthdays so why would they bother to attend now?
But oh, she dreadfully wanted to show her parents the many art awards she amassed over the months. She wanted to show them her sculptures, her drawings, her new friends. She wanted to tell them that she loved them no matter what. "D'you really think they love you? You're just an accessory to them, nothing more." "I don't wanna be alone anymore," she painfully whispered.
Chirp. Chirp. Chirp.
Chi - Sunny's eyes shot open as she stared at her hands that were supposed to be holding a clay bird. A clay bird. Inanimate. It wasn't supposed to be thrashing around in her hands. Except it was. Squeaking in surprise, she jumped off her seat, hurling the object (that wasn't supposed to be indignantly chirping) on the ground. Sunny expected to hear the wet squealch of clay hitting the ground - not a clay bird chirruping like a crazed animal in front of her face.
Appearance: While lean and geared more towards deft, agile maneuvers, she isn't ridiculously scrawny but not desirably full-figured either. She stands at around 5'8''. She has light brown hair and dark green eyes.
Personality: Warm-hearted and compassionate; Sylvia enjoys helping others. She is persistent, always striving for the truth and leading a respectful, dignified life. She is an extremely loyal person and often finds herself to attached to things/animals/people that catch her interest. Sylvia is always willing to stretch out a hand to those in need, caring little about her own self. She's very sensitive but is quite thick-headed when it comes down to personal relationships. Sylvia chooses to live with a smile on her face and without fear clouding her judgment.
Role: Herbivore Handler (Apatosauruses are cool kids :^) )
Inventory: * Short-wave radio * Waist pouch that holds: DMF Auto, Tanto Serrated, dino treats, flashlight, band-aids and neosporin.
Background: An only child in a middle-class family, Sylvia had a fairly normal childhood if you exclude the fact that she had an obsession with animals. Unlike other kids her age, she was determined to become either a veterinarian or a zoologist. Life was good until Cristo II the Pooch passed away from old age. Sylvia was so depressed that she refused to touch or look at another animal.
Then a rather cliche event occurred. Sylvia was coming back from school all moody and hormonal when she heard the pitiful wails of a kitten stuck on a tree! Things led to another and a small tabby became the fourth member of Sylvia's family. Much to her parent's relief (chagrin), their daughter's love for animals was reignited. By the time she turned eighteen, the brunette was living in her own small apartment with two dogs, three cats, one parrot, two geckos, and a fat rabbit.
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