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Full Name Ariella(Air-ee-ella) Abotte( A-but)
Articulation of the Name Ariella is a form of the earlier name Ariel which in turn may have its origins in an earlier form of the name. Ariella, is generally used as a girl's name. It consists of 7 letters and 4 syllables.
Age 17
Date/Place/Time of Birth Jan 1st at Saint Judes Hospital at exactly 12 am ((On January 1st, the astrological sign of a person born on this very day is Capricorn.
And you also have traits of Taurus another earth sign cause of birth being 1-10th making you the 2nd type of Capricorn))
Gender Female as of now
Sexuality Straight but on the verge of becoming bi
Nationality(ies) Irish((Mother`s grandmother was Irish)) Italian ((Father is Italian)) Hawaiian ((Mother is Hawaiian))
Legal Citizenship(s) Hawaii, Ireland, America, Italy, Canada
Reason(s) for going to Hawaii Visiting Family, Relaxing time from highschool
Apparition To Others
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Personality
History
Relationship with others
Current Status
Crush
Details
Articulation of the Name Ariella is a form of the earlier name Ariel which in turn may have its origins in an earlier form of the name. Ariella, is generally used as a girl's name. It consists of 7 letters and 4 syllables.
Age 17
Date/Place/Time of Birth Jan 1st at Saint Judes Hospital at exactly 12 am ((On January 1st, the astrological sign of a person born on this very day is Capricorn.
And you also have traits of Taurus another earth sign cause of birth being 1-10th making you the 2nd type of Capricorn))
Gender Female as of now
Sexuality Straight but on the verge of becoming bi
Nationality(ies) Irish((Mother`s grandmother was Irish)) Italian ((Father is Italian)) Hawaiian ((Mother is Hawaiian))
Legal Citizenship(s) Hawaii, Ireland, America, Italy, Canada
Reason(s) for going to Hawaii Visiting Family, Relaxing time from highschool
Apparition To Others
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Personality
History
Relationship with others
Current Status
Crush
Details
Name Scarlett Whittaker Age 22
Date/Place/Time of Birth born on May 7, 1989 at Napa Valley, CA
Gender female
Sexuality Interested in men
Nationality Caucasian
Legal citizenships United States
Reason for Visiting Hawaii Scarlett was on her way to a pleasant spring break with her father, who had left before her on another plane, in Hawaii.
Apparition To Others
Personality Scarlett has always been a generally good-natured girl - kind, genial, and well-mannered. She's the type who would notice another hurting when nobody else takes note. While certainly observant and aware of her surrounding mates, she tends to be a more lonely soul. Scarlett is frustratingly shy and reserved. She is extremely careful in all that she does, including choosing her friends. Once she lets a person into her life, she places complete trust in them, and to destroy such trust would be devastating to her. Therefore, she is entirely loyal to her mates and expects the same amount of loyalty back.
History Scarlett grew up in relative comfort on her father's vineyard in Napa. Her mother had left the two when Scarlett was very young, leaving sole custody with Mr. Whittaker. It was there in Napa that Scarlett learned to tenderly grow grapes in the California sun, ride horses through the groves, and camp out in the golden hills nearby. She is currently a senior at UC Davis double majoring in business and agriculture. After graduation, she will take co-ownership of the vineyard. Her dearest dream is to one day raise a family of her own on the land.
Relationships Scarlett had held back from the dating scene until college, where she had two serious relationships, both of which are now over. The first ended quite sourly as the man had become very aggressive and borderline abusive. While Scarlett got out of the relationship fast with the help of her friends, it still leaves a little scar on her heart. The second was with a nice enough guy, but it ended about as quickly as the first. He couldn't handle Scarlett's baggage from her previous relationship. Scarlett feels her closest tie to her father, and as of now has three very close friends whom she loves. The thought of losing them after college is one she has been steadily avoiding in the back of her head. Her biggest fear is that no man will ever truly respect and love her.
Status Single
Crush no one
Details Strengths: her caring nature, her strong sense of devotion, her skills with agriculture, her keen sense of observation, and her huge patience.
Weaknesses: her overly-carefulness, her initially timid nature, her scars from abuse, her need for love (friendship or otherwise) as a way to feel accepted, and her idea that deep down everyone has some good in them (it often gets her into trouble with those that mean no good).
Full Name: Crystal Wong Articulation of the Name: K R IH S - t uh l
W aw ng
Age: 15
Date/Place/Time of Birth: March 20,1998 at around 11:00am in Toronto, Canada
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Nationality: Canadian
Legal Citizenship: Canada
Reason for going to Hawaii: Going on a vacation with her mom to relax
Apparition To Others:
http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k1nUV4RFvRo...
Personality: Crystal's a really quiet, shy girl. She doesn't speak much with people she's not comfortable around. But once she is comfortable with you then she's incredibly loyal. She'll never betray a friend and is completely trustworthy. But she's super stubborn. If she made her mind up about something then nothing and no one can change it. Crystal can be frustrating sometimes but she's a good friend.
Skills: She's an amazing swimmer. She was captain of the swim team in her school. Crystal also loves hiking and camping. She is a shy girl but can lead when necessary. Usually her plans to get out of things are crazy but can work.
Weaknesses: She's terrible at anything athletic except for hiking and swimming. She can't do any other sport and is a slow runner. Even though she likes to camp, she's not good at making fires or setting up tents.
History: Crystal was born in Toronto. Even though she grew up in the city she loved the outdoors. She always found nature interesting and calming. Stargazing was one of her favourite things to do as a child.
Her parents divorced when she was very young and she's lived with her mom ever since. She was only a baby at the time so the divorce didn't really affect her. She got to visit her dad a few times a month and is pretty happy with her life.
Relationship with others: She's never had a boyfriend before. Boys did ask her out but Crystal didn't want to date them. She is a hopeless romantic because of all the romance books she likes to read and is looking for a boy like in her stories. She might never find him but that won't stop her from trying.
She has a few friends but only 2 close ones. Tyler has been her best friend since kindergarten and she would do anything for him. Rachael came along in grade 7 when she defended her from bullies. The three of them have been inseparable ever since.
She and her mom aren't really that close. Her aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents in China are really poor so her mom has to send money to help out. Her mom spends too much time working and not enough with Crystal. She's is ok with that though. She's grown up faster than most kids and is pretty independent. She doesn't know any other life than this so that's probably one of the reasons why.
Current Status: Single
Crush: None
Full Name Jack StrikerAge 27
Date/Place/Time of Birth November 27, 1985 at Durango, Colorado
Gender male
Sexuality interested in women
Nationality(ies) Caucasian
Legal Citizenship(s) United States
Reason(s) for going to Hawaii Jack was on his way to New Zealand for a backpacking trip with his brothers and was scheduled to change planes in Hawaii.
Apparition To Others
Personality Jack has always been a bit of a problem child. It's not that he's necessarily malicious in intent, but more that he is strong-willed and hard-headed. When given a goal, Jack will not stop until it is achieved, and if that means hurting a few people ...well, they shouldn't have been in the way. Jack is determined and stubborn, and it's this aspect of his life that usually colors others' opinions of him. You either hate him or you love him, but he is always well-respected. Deep down inside, Jack really does have a heart of gold; he just hasn't found that something or someone that inspires him to realize it yet.
Skills
-Motivated and determined, Jack never gives up.
-He is an all-around outdoors guy, giving him a good deal of strength and a familiarity with the wild.
-Jack also has a pretty strong foundation in kickboxing; this along with a protective nature makes him a dangerous combination.
Weaknesses
-Jack's hard head gets him into a lot of trouble, and he is never one to say no to a fight.
-He is more of a one-man-team, so encouraging him to help a group at his own expense will be difficult.
-Jack is pretty impatient and doesn't have much tolerance for inadequacy.
History
The oldest of three kids, Jack's father left when he was seven. Even at a young age, Jack saw it as his goal to be the man of the house, to protect his mother and little brothers. However, Jack's mother took to a new man every month, desperately searching for someone to save her from the debt incurred by her ex-husband. Most of these men were of the unsavory type, leaving Jack's mother bruised or even more in debt. As he grew older, Jack was able to find work as a logger in the nearby forest, and thus would spend more and more time away from home and school. He eventually dropped out of high school, earning enough respect in the logging company to make his way up to the head of his team. Despite this lack of education, Jack has a sort of intangible intelligence. In time, both of his brothers left for college, and then the fast paced city life. Jack saw this as a sort of abandonment of their mother and blood and never forgave them for it. About a month ago, Jack's mother finally died in a car accident. Upon hearing the news, the two brothers arranged for the trip to New Zealand to rekindle the old bonds between them and Jack and restore the love of their brother.
Relationship with others
Despite several one-night stands and month long flings, Jack has never been in a serious relationship before. He has a few logger pals and old friends from high school, but none are close. His true bonds were with his brothers and mother.
Current Status Single
Crush No one
[ Full Name ] Dante Ricardo Lulanto
[ Articulation of the Name ]
[ Age ] 19
[ Date/Place/Time of Birth ] 17th of December, Venice, Italy, 01:21
[ Gender ] (xy) Male
[ Sexuality]Women
[ Nationality(ies) ]Italian/Hawaiian/American
[ Legal Citizenship(s)]Hawaii, America
[ Reason(s) for going to Hawaii]
[ Apparition To Others ]
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[ Personality]
[ Skills ]
°His strength° - Working out at the gym has truly helped him in more ways than one
°His instincts° - Dante knows he can trust his gut
°His charisma° - He sure knows how to pull the strings to either get what he wants or simply toy around
°His reflexes° - He's got plenty of agility, meaning he's quick on his feet.
[ Weaknesses ]
•His lack of sympathy• - He doesn't give a damn about your petty problems
•His dependance on his cigarettes• - He's been smoking since the age of 15
•His speed• - He isn't very fast
•Independance• - Despite the lack of sympathy, Dante isn't very independent, he doesn't like having to deal with his own things by himself. For reasons he will deny
[ History]
[ Relationship with others]
[ Current Status] Single
[ Crush] None
[ Details]
clearly under construction
[ Articulation of the Name ]
[ Age ] 19
[ Date/Place/Time of Birth ] 17th of December, Venice, Italy, 01:21
[ Gender ] (xy) Male
[ Sexuality]Women
[ Nationality(ies) ]Italian/Hawaiian/American
[ Legal Citizenship(s)]Hawaii, America
[ Reason(s) for going to Hawaii]
[ Apparition To Others ]
(view spoiler)
[ Personality]
[ Skills ]
°His strength° - Working out at the gym has truly helped him in more ways than one
°His instincts° - Dante knows he can trust his gut
°His charisma° - He sure knows how to pull the strings to either get what he wants or simply toy around
°His reflexes° - He's got plenty of agility, meaning he's quick on his feet.
[ Weaknesses ]
•His lack of sympathy• - He doesn't give a damn about your petty problems
•His dependance on his cigarettes• - He's been smoking since the age of 15
•His speed• - He isn't very fast
•Independance• - Despite the lack of sympathy, Dante isn't very independent, he doesn't like having to deal with his own things by himself. For reasons he will deny
[ History]
[ Relationship with others]
[ Current Status] Single
[ Crush] None
[ Details]
clearly under construction
[ Full Name ] Corentin Markus Walker[ Articulation of the Name ] (KOR ehn TEEN)
[ Age ] 18
[ Date/Place/Time of Birth ] April 6, 1994/ Holyhead, Wales at 9:15 PM
[ Gender ] Male
[ Sexuality] Straight
[ Nationality(ies) ] Welsh (both parents are from Wales)
[ Legal Citizenship(s)] U.S.
[ Reason(s) for going to Hawaii] Vacation. Corentin has this plan to see all 50 states in the U.S. and all the provinces of Canada. His total count so far is 32 states and 3 provinces.
[ Apparition To Others ] [image error]
[ Personality] Corentin is a relatively quiet person. He prefers to listen to people talk about their problems rather than talk about his own. He does like to travel, which was his reason for flying to Hawaii. Not many people know that he is from Wales. For the most part he's managed to hide the accent fairly well except for when he's mad or upset. Then it comes out in full force. His plan is to see all 50 states and all 10 Canadian provinces before he goes off to college. His plan for college is to be a counselor. He hasn't decided on what type though. He doesn't like sudden changes, or situations where he can take control. He doesn't have a set routine for everything, but he likes to know in advance if changes are going to happen. Oh, and being from Wales, he can speak Welsh, usually when he's mad.
[ Skills ]
°He's a good listener. If anyone needs people to talk to, he's a good person to go see. He is pretty good with a rifle. He is also really good at strategy games, like Risk and Chess. He likes to think things through.°
[ Weaknesses ]
•He is not outgoing. He prefers to be in situations where he knows the area or can control. He hates sudden changes. He likes it when he knows what is coming in advance. He is slightly claustrophobic, but the constant flying in airplanes has helped.•
[ History] Corentin was born in Holyhead, Wales on April 9. His parents were both doctors, well, at least his mother was. His father was a doctor of math and held a PhD. He was an only child since his parents decided that they didn't want any more. He grew up in a pretty nice neighborhood. When he was nine, his parents decided that they needed to move to North Carolina in the United States. Corentin was not pleased at the news. He would have to leave all his friends and family behind. But he sucked it up and moved with his family to Raleigh.
There he made new friends, but was constantly teased for his accent. So he worked hard to cover it up. He graduated from high school with all A's and got his US citizenship that same year.
[ Relationship with others] Hillary Langston Walker (mother), Phillip Andrew Walker (father), Robert Thomas Walker (uncle)
[ Current Status] Single
[ Crush] Open
[ Full Name ] Veronica (Vee) Collins[ Articulation of the Name ] Vee – “V” , Veronica – V-eh-r-ah-n-ih-k-uh
[ Age ] 18
[ Date/Place/Time of Birth ] November 23th 1995, Ireland, 23:39 (11:39 pm)
[ Gender ] Female
[ Sexuality] Heterosexual
[ Nationality(ies) ] Irish (Her father was Irish), American (Her mother was an American). She is part Polish too, (her grandmother).
[ Legal Citizenship(s)] Ireland, America, Poland
[ Reason(s) for going to Hawaii] Veronica is a student of the University of Portland and had to go for an assignment. She’s studying Darwin and other discoverers. She went to explore the island.
[ Apparition To Others ]
[ Personality] Veronica is very caring. She cares a lot about other people and animals. She has a natural curiousity and that is very hard for others sometimes. She wants to learn; a lot. She wants to discover the world and is very stubborn. She is a risk-taker and very determined; she would never give up on her cause. When someone she loves is in danger, she would do anything to save them or to help them. Although sometimes it might seem like she would want to save her own skin first, she would always help others first.
[ Skills ] She knows a lot about different wildlife and plants, so it’s easier for her to recognise the good and the bad plants. She is a very good climber, since she has climbed a lot of mountains on holidays. She’s also a very fast runner, since she was a member of the athletics team.
[ Weaknesses ] She’s a risk-taker and that doesn’t always work out very well because she wants to do whatever she likes and doesn’t always listen to warnings. She’s a very bad liar, she isn’t good at hiding her expression or doing anything about it. Also, she’s a bad healer, she hates blood and can’t stand the sight of it.
[ History] Veronica was born in Ireland, since her father and mother had moved their. They had met at a young age and got married rather quickly, but they are still very happy. She was in a happy family. But then, her father died because of cancer and everything changed. Her mother became less happy and was very depressed. She got re-married to a rich guy, who was very cruel. He loved her mother dearly but hated her. He beat her up behind her mothers back and she has scars to prove of that. She couldn’t do anything about it, so she was glad that when she had the age to go to college. So, she left shortly after she turned 18 and got into a Universitiy. She still has nightmares of her beatings and cries a lot at night because she feels rather lonely. She cries a lot about it. Her dad was a scientist, and she wants to follow in his footsteps; make him proud.
[ Relationship with others] Mother, Elly. She’s very close to her mother but their relationship got a bit off after her father, John, died. She’s not close to her stephfater, Ian. She doesn’t have any siblings.
[ Current Status] Single
[ Crush ] Open (though I would like to have someone for her)
[ Details] Has scars on her arms, back and legs because of her beatings.
[ Full Name ] Coralie Esther Railswood
[ Articulation of the Name ]|KOHR-ə-lee|This French name is said to be derived from the Latin word "coralium", which means "coral",from the Greek words "koré" which means "maiden" and "alos" which means the "sea" the two words put together mean "the girl who cames from the sea" or also from the celtic word "korventenn" which means "hurricane".
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[ Age ] 18
[ Date/Place/Time of Birth ]3rd of July Scotland, Britain, 00:13
[ Gender ] Female
[ Sexuality] Heterosexual
[ Nationality(ies) ] Scottish/Irish
[ Legal Citizenship(s)]British.
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[ Full Name ] Finlay Lachlan Railsford
[ Articulation of the Name ]|FIN-lee|Anglicized form of Fionnlagh and Fionnla, compound names composed of the Gaelic elements fionn (white, fair) and laogh (warrior, calf): hence, "fair-haired warrior." Var: Finlay.
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[ Age ] 18
[ Date/Place/Time of Birth ]3rd of July Scotland, Britain, 00:01
[ Gender ] Male
[ Sexuality] Heterosexual
[ Nationality(ies) ] Scottish/Irish/British
[ Legal Citizenship(s)]British
[ Reason(s) for going to Hawaii]
[ Apparition To Others ]
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Name Julia Isabella VivianaNicknames: Julia goes by her middle name Isabella, she just thinks it seems to fit her better.
Age: 16
DOB: May 3
POB: Naples, Italy
Julia’s traveled all over the place, she knows various languages because of it, she finds America boring though, Europe was her favorite by far, but the Caribbean came in a close second. Her father travels for work, therefore all the traveling and the moving.
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Nationality(ies): Italian,
Legal Citizenship(s): Pretty much everywhere, it’s her father’s job to make sure that they’re able to go anywhere that they need.
Reason(s) for going to Hawaii: Julia just wants to get away, not to mention the fact that with moving around all the time it’s just sort of the norm to do so. She refused to stay in the city with her family though, she’d been there at least three times already and found it so incredibly boring that Hawaii, rather close, seemed like a perfect place to explore. It’s somewhere, ironically, that she hasn’t been before.
Apperance:
Height: 5’3”
Hair Color: Brunette
Eye Color: Blue
Facial features: Julia has got the face of a foreigner, it’s simply, to put it bluntly, un-American. She doesn’t really care, for most people in America seem to find it cool she’d from elsewhere. Her lips are full and almost always a light shade of pink, with or without lip gloss to accompany her. Her eyes are quite large actually, big and green are emeralds, and her smile fits her face just perfectly. Her nose is slim with a small bump on the bridge. The frame of her face is slender in itself, her cheek bones are soft but not quite chubby, she’s much to thin for that. Julia’s eyelashes are long and are a darker brown than her hair, sort of the color of her roots for that does make sense doesn’t it? Her face is clear and skin is soft, and yet she takes little for granite because of it.
Other: Julia isn’t a fan of make-up, at all, and usually her ears are only stuck in with a pair of stubs, other than that – no tattoos. However because of her constant exploring she has light scars along her legs, a few scattered on her arms, but they don’t stick out dramatically.
Personality: Julia considers herself to be very natural, she loves exploring, she loves being anywhere really, she just sort of rolls with it. If you put her in a carnival setting she would react in the way she felt needed to be acted, just as if you put her in a jungle setting (in which she has seen here and there). Julia is content with her life, but wants more constantly. She’s not greedy per say, only anxious to get herself out there, in which case moving to America she likes to head to summer camp every year, the most she stays at camp is usually only a year or two because they’re still moving around, but she makes what she can of it. Julia likes meeting new people and doesn’t have a problem talking to whoever she wants, be it to her to say hi first she will, but at the same time she can be very … to herself. She’s sort of laid back when it comes to people around her, however embraces change and is outgoing and certainly adventures.
Julia doesn’t concern herself when boys when she doesn’t need to but it pretty enough that she doesn’t feel insecure about it. The kids that feel they’re pretty and bashfully say they aren’t are only bragging for attention. Julia herself hates it, it’s ridiculous to beg for attention so evidently, really it’s desperate and needs to never happen, like, ever. Don’t get her wrong, she’s a girl, she’s had her own crush every now and again, and is fairly concerned about what she wears. But doesn’t take hours out of her day deciding whether or not to wear her hair up or down. All and all she’s fashionable in a way that requires little amount of attention or time, or thought really.
She’s a bit confusing really, hard to figure out, hard to get, unconcerned really, and would rather spend a day out in the woods than in town, she’s in love with the sun, hates anything cold really even if she plane tackles any obstacle in her way. Her one weakness would have to be her mother. Her dead mother along with the withdrawal of her busy father because of it.
Skills:
-She’s strong-headed and independent, she doesn’t need people telling her what to do, nor does she need someone to hold her hand
-Julia fits well into a leadership role, whether she’s one or not could matter less to her, but if she’s asked to do so she’ll oblige without argument or question
-She’s plenty quick on her feet, not to mention quick with her words and even her reflexes (keep in mind that she’s not perfectly skilled so when it comes to reflexes it’s not a high level strength of Julia’s)
Weaknesses
-Julia can be damn stubborn, to the core, it can get her into trouble a lot of the time (especially with her father), but she could really care less
-Julia doesn’t like being wrong, she won’t exactly pout about it, but even if her point is incorrect she’ll argue until you prove her wrong.
-Julia’s not been trained in much, she’s in and out of too many places to take up any activities.
-Sometimes she can come off as a bitch, it depends on who you are and really whether or not if you rub her the wrong way. But sometimes that gets her enemies, she’s not the most bubbly person about basically.
History: Julia was born a happy baby, literally, her mother said to her when she was little that one of the first thing she was blessed with was baby Julia smiling. She was feisty from the very beginning though too, like she came out trying already to figure out who she was, and what was going on. Julia began talking at an early age so she’s always sort of been advanced, but hates school, it’s so robotic and redundant – there’s no creativity. Julia grew up switching schools a lot, she was almost always known as the new girl, and her mother always told her that whatever the kids said she would make friends. Memories like these are what she keeps to herself, some her father isn’t even told. Speaking of, her father, his brother owns the business he works for, and is constantly having to send them all over the place. Whether it’s something as simple as to help out some customers, or being sent there for a few years or so. It varies and she’s learned to accept all the new houses, and to leave most of her things packed into boxes in case. There was never much forced on her, her father and her mother were deeply in love and rather young as well, they got married right out of high school and her brother came along really quickly. It’s pretty remarkable them being practically rich and not even going to college – that has to do more with her Uncle though, he was a millionaire.
Julia got her outgoing side from her Mom, she looked like a smaller version of her too, so they were really close. Hint, were. Julia’s mother died a few years back of cancer, she’d been battling the illness for months and every night before going home to bed Julia would grip her Mom’s weak hand and tell her that they’d get through it together. The next morning though… she was gone, Julia hadn’t even gotten a chance to say goodbye. She feels that made her stronger though, but unfortunately her Dad grew weaker because of it. Now he’s distant, not around a lot, it’s like he finds ways to be away from her because of all the similarities her and her mother bore.
Then there’s the concept of her brother, her brother is alive and he is well, or at least as far as she knows he’s fine. Then again they don’t ever hear from him for more than once or twice a year. He’s married, he’s happy with her … and that’s the problem. Julia liked his wife, she still does, but her Father hated her. She was ‘unacceptable’, and a choice was given to her brother – Lucca – his wife or his family. He’d looked at her that night, his father raging at him, then looked away and his choice was not her or her father. Now they don’t talk, her father acts like he doesn’t exist, but Julia wishes she could see him more often. After all he was much better company than her Dad. She loves them both, but … her brother’s her brother, he stuck closer to her after Mom died, they had a tied relationship that seems to have been severed a long time ago.
Relationship with others:
Brother – Lucca Viviana
Father – Sebastian Viviana
Uncle – Alonzo Viviana
Current Status: Single
Crush: ~
{Part 1}Full Name: Elijah Lex Forester
{Nickname}: Eli
Age Nineteen {19}
{Date/Place/Time of Birth }:
✵March 14, 1994 {03/14/94}; 3:24 AM
✵Manchester, United Kingdom
Gender: Masculine
{Sexuality}:Straight; Bi-curious
Nationality(ies) ½ British, ¼ Scottish, ¼ French
{Legal Citizenship(s)}: British
Reason(s) for going to Hawaii:
✈His modeling agency had scheduled for him to have a shoot in Hawaii.
✈He was also planning on vacationing there for a week or so.
Apparition To Others:
Elijah’s required to be good looking, seriously.
Elijah has always been good looking. As a baby he was especially adorable, as a pre-teen he was cute and when he hit fourteen his status changed to that of hot. That’s probably why he has been a full-time male model since he was fifteen. So as I said, he is required to look good, it’s pretty much his job. Elijah has lots of good things going for him when it comes to his looks. To start he has a head of thick, silky chocolate brown hair that is cut short but is still long enough to have any girl itching to run her hand through it. It is often unkempt and has the stereotypical “just got out of bed” look that guys try to have, lucky for Elijah his hair naturally goes to this state and he pulls it off perfectly. His eyes are said to be his best feature. He has a beautiful set of hazel eyes that are more a light green all around the edges while the inner half is a light, caramel brown color. Elijah’s eyes are hypnotic and it only takes a second to get lost in there depths. He has rather defined, angular cheekbones that stand out against his slightly tanned skin. Elijah was graced with full, light pink, very kissable lips that are usually pulled up into a lazy smirk. His tanned skin isn’t completely unmarked, covering much of the left side of his body is a tattoo that he got one drunken night, it did take quite some time to finish though(view spoiler).
As you can probably tell from the description above, pictures below and his profession, Elijah is gorgeous. Drool worthy. Swoon worthy. And is just a very lovely being to look at.
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Personality: Elijah Forester is by far one of the most arrogant people out there. He knows he is good looking, athletic, charming and smart. Elijah is a charmer, he has what you’d call a ‘silver tongue’ or in other words, he can talk his way in and out of nearly anything. His ability to speak words of persuasion plus his knee melting smile makes him a master of manipulation. He always gets what he wants, no matter what. Elijah is a weaver of lies and he can come up with a fib in a matter of seconds but there is one thing he has trouble with; being honest. Elijah isn’t one to open up to people making honesty a trait he lacks. He is closed off from everyone around him and he is impossible to read; his eyes and face a void of all emotion, never giving anything away. He can also fake almost any emotion he wants; all this would be thanks to modeling since his job is to express different emotions in his images. Whether he is happy or sad, angry or annoyed he always hides it with a mask of arrogance by wearing his signature smirk and words of a self-absorbed douche.
Elijah is stubborn, plain and simple. He has a thick head and trying to get through there to change his mind is most definitely not an easy task. His ego makes it so he always thinks he is right and unfortunately for the people who have to deal with him, he usually is. On those few occasions when he is wrong though you might as well just give up and agree with him because if you don’t you’ll just cause a pointless argument to break out that in the end, you won’t win. He also has this annoyingly calm temper which can also be considered a scary calm. It takes a lot and I mean a lot to get Elijah to break his calm demeanor but if you get him annoyed enough even if he is calm he can be scary as hell. Saying Elijah is hard to make angry is not a challenge, you do not want to go and attempt to piss him off because that will just end badly for you. So he is an arrogant, rich, stubborn, calm guy and to add to the list of his oh so wonderful traits he is also quite rude. He isn’t a bully or anything but he does look down on a lot of people and sometimes he can be rude without even realizing he is acting that way. Even if he finds out later that he upset you or something it is very unlikely he will actually apologize, his pride means more to him than someone else’s feelings.
Elijah is a firm believer is living your life to the fullest which to him means do what you want, when you want and however you want to do it. To hell with the consequences. Never have regrets and never let the rules hold you back. So basically Elijah is a party type of guy who focuses on having no regrets and doing what he wants before everything else in life and he is very happy with his lifestyle and has no intention of changing it anytime soon. One thing Elijah does not joke about, ever, and always stays away from is alcohol. After everything with his brother he sees the stuff as poison.
{Skills}:
➊ Elijah is very athletic and has great hand-eye-coordination.
➋ Elijah has a gift with words and can be very manipulative.
➌ Elijah is a master at feigning his emotions, either expressing false ones or hiding true ones.
{Weaknesses}:
➀ Elijah doesn’t work very well with others.
➁ Elijah is very prideful and has a large ego.
➂ Elijah has absolutely no sense of direction; basically he gets lost...a lot.
History:
The Parents
Angelina “Angel” Daniella Mariata, the mother in this story, was the daughter of business tycoon Robert Dale Mariata and his picture perfect wife, Sienna Leigh Mariata. It is common in books and movies, the story of the daughter who is forced into being the perfect little angel only to fall in love and finally rebel against her oppressive parents. The only difference for Angel is that this isn’t some plot line to a cheesy story, it’s reality to her. Angel was always a smart, talented, beautiful girl that could have succeeded in anything she set her mind on, the only problem was that she never got to set her mind on what she wanted to do, it was always what they wanted her to do. Status and reputation were everything to her parents and because of that they demanded perfection, always paranoid that with one wrong move everything they had could be taken away. Angel was a good daughter and did as she was told, never asking questions other than those that would help her do what they asked more efficiently. She was, to the outside viewer, the perfect daughter. Her nickname was what she was known as to all she met, as both a name and a description. To everybody she had an angelic personality and appearance, with her kind heart and golden blonde hair. Her life continued to match that of what an avid reader will see on the page of a romance novel, till she hit her college years. Unlike most heroines, she did not start doing as she pleased just because she no longer lived with her parents; not being under the same roof did not stop their demanding ways. And so it went, year after year of only befriending those of “proper status” and with parents who vacationed in the Alps. It was when she was twenty that things slowly changed, and that is when we introduce the male of the story, Marcus Drew Forester.
Marcus was born to a middle class family and that’s what they stayed, never making their way up to the class of rich, but he still had a good life. Marcus was a player and a flirt starting at the age of fifteen and he never gave up his ways, not even after he claimed to have fallen in love with Angelina, a girl he’d met in his economics class. For a whole year Angelina and Marcus grew to become friends and he pulled her out of her submissive shell so that she was finally her own person. Angel didn’t do anything special to rebel against her parent’s, she simply refused to do some of the things they told her to and picked her own friends. It wasn’t till she turned twenty-one and Marcus convinced her to get drunk at a party, saying it was all part of the “college experience” and Angel trusting him, did what he suggested. Marcus took advantage of her alcohol induced state by saying her loved her and without her logical side working, she believed him. A single night changed both their lives forever. After that passionate night Marcus ignored Angel, claiming that she was crazy for ever thinking he’d love her. She was heartbroken but what was so much worse was that one month later she learned she was pregnant.
Angel never told Marcus about their children and she dropped out of school so nobody would find out. Her parents were ashamed but held enough love for their daughter to help her through, a little. For nine months Angel was pretty much locked inside her family home and even after giving birth to two twin boys, Elijah and Drake, she hardly left her home. She was happy though, her children were the light in her life, even if they reminded her of the man that broke her heart and lied to her for so long. It was her parents that intervened though; they tracked Marcus down and told him about the kids. Even though Marcus was a douche and didn’t want anything to do with the kids he went to see them, he grew attached to them after one look. They were in a stalemate though, both parents wanting to be with the children but wanting nothing to do with one another. Yet again, Angel’s parents intervened and demanded they be married, saying it was the right thing to do. And so it went, the two were married. This never stopped Angel from hating Marcus though, or stopped Marcus from sleeping with anything that had boobs and a pretty face.
The two stayed married for five years before being divorced, their love for their children not enough to keep them together.
{Part 2}A Divided Family
Drake and Elijah both had happy lives; even after their parents’ divorce they were happy. They lived with their mum but their father only lived a few minutes away so they saw him plenty. Even with their parents’ separated they saw themselves, Angel and Marcus as their family. Everything pretty much remained the same till their father remarried a woman quite a bit younger than him, Dani. The boys were nine when this happened and instantly hated the woman and were mad at their father for trying to replace their “mommy” with another woman. Dani turned out to be a sweet woman that truly loved Marcus and the twins, but the boys were stubborn and refused to accept her. It wasn’t till their mother also remarried two months later that they were forced to accept the fact that their family had been divided into three portions: Angelina and Logan, Marcus and Dani, Drake and Elijah. The boys were stuck in a family feud.
Before their parents’ had gone and remarried everything had been fine, their parents’ got along fine but after the new families were created, not so much. Marcus always tried to flaunt Dani in front of Angelina while she tried to showoff Logan, and both of them would always try to get Elijah and Drake to say they liked their step-mother more than their step-father and vice versa. As the boys grew older they grew used to the constant bickering and their parents’ need to be better than the other, it became the norm. Even when their little half-sister Juliana was born, things never changed.
When Drake and Elijah were fifteen they were out with some friends at a café in town when a man approached them. They were both handed business cards that mentioned some modeling company and the man told them to call the number when they had the chance. The boys were confused but did as instructed when they got home and next thing they knew, they were hired as male models.
Other than their dysfunctional home life the rest of their lives were great. Both boys reigned as kings of their high school, even as freshman they were seen as royalty with their looks, careers, athletic capabilities, brains and charm. Life was good for them and they loved living it. Yet again, something changed all this. It was when they were sixteen and at a party, a senior party, so obviously there was alcohol. While Elijah chose not to drink, Drake chose to do the opposite and ended up wasted. Elijah didn’t care though, he loved his brother but as far as he was concerned the decisions he made were his to make. Elijah was being his usual flirty self and leading a girl up to one of the vacant rooms upstairs when Drake decided it would be fun to go for a drive. As I’m sure you’ve guessed, Drake ended up getting into a car accident and unfortunately, he didn’t survive. Elijah blamed himself for his brother’s death, for not stopping him from drinking, for not taking the keys, for focusing on a girl more than his brother. All the guilt and sadness he felt led to depression and nobody was able to help him.
At least not till a year later.
When he was seventeen Elijah met a girl his age named Katarina, a new student who had a sad past as well. Nobody, not even Elijah knows how she did it, but somehow Katarina was able to heal him in a way nobody else ever was able to. It took a long time and Elijah never returned to how he once was but he did get better, he became happy again. It was only natural that the two fell in love. They both dated till Katarina’s eighteenth birthday when she dumped him with no explanation what-so-ever. Elijah was heartbroken but he didn’t fight her decision, he didn’t chase after her, he just let her go and boy does he regret that. She was the one that he could have seen as his wife one day. She was the one that got away.
A few weeks after the breakup, Katarina left without telling anyone. Elijah had lost all chances he had of getting her back and it killed him. But unlike with his brother, he forced himself out of his sad state and distracted himself with other girls, with sports, with his career.
Relationship with others:
❤Angelina Daniella
❤Logan Cornelius Slater| Step-Father| 43 Years Old
❤Marcus Drew Forester| Father| 45 Years Old
❤Dani Pierret Forester| Step-Mother| 38 Years Old
❤Juliana Rose Slater| Half-Sister| 8 Years Old
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❤Katarina Maria Prima| The One That Got Away| 19 Years Old
Current Status: Single
{Crush}: None
Details: He does have a British accent.
Name Kieran Cory O'Malley Age: 19
DOB: May 24
POB: Dublin, Ireland
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Indifferent; he’s straight but sometimes finds himself thinking about a guy or two.
Nationality(ies): Irish/Celtic, British, Welsh
Legal Citizenship(s): Ireland
Reason(s) for going to Hawaii: Simple; Kieran travels (see last paragraph in history)
Appearance:
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Height: 5’9”
Hair Color: Dark, Dark Brown
Eye Color: Bright Blue
Personality:
-Kieran is stubborn and doesn’t take no for an answer, unless that’s the answer he’s searching for.
-He’s anything but cowardly, stands up for what he believes and will fight until the end. Whether it’s physical or verbal Kieran doesn’t like caving in, even when he’s wrong he doesn’t care to admit it to anyone.
-Though at times he can be fiercely hard to handle he’s loyal till no end and will protect whom he loves. You don’t even have to be someone he knows all that well, but if you’re being pulled or pull down he’ll step in and tell the abusers to shove off and get a life.
-Kieran is someone that shows passion for what he does, who he loves, and what he loves to do.
-Get in his face and he won’t back down, he’ll shove right back up into yours, and if looks could kill you would be dead right then and there.
-Kieran is gentle with his words, he enjoys little things and moments in life, like just looking at a sunset. (view spoiler) He can really be a very sweet boy, you simply have to be on his good side is all.
-Kieran doesn’t find himself particularly funny, in fact no … whenever he tries to make a joke he backtracks and tries with all his might to fix his mistake.
-He’s a flip sided card, Kieran O’Malley. He can go from being hard-headed and brave to being shy in a second. It all depends on who he’s with. As far as his love life, that’s mainly the gist. With someone he has affections for he can be rather shy, unsure how to act, but sweet nonetheless. Kieran, whenever complimented, curses himself because of that wretched blushing.
Skills:
-Kieran doesn’t mind doing things alone: independent.
-Creative
-Has a strong will to survive whatever the cost. Though he’s never really been in a situation like, say, being stranded on an island before, he believes truly that life is worth living.
Weaknesses
-He tends to step into things to quickly, sometimes a situation is sticker than it seems. That can get him in trouble sometimes.
-His past, though it’s the past, it always feels fresh in his mind. It’s a sore spot.
-Kieran doesn’t mind fighting, he’ll do whatever he has to in a fight, everything but kill the kid.
History:
“Mother,” Little Kieran tugged on his mother’s shirt, pointing across down through the town, stretched out was the ocean. “Mommy, I want to go to the beach.” He peered up at her with big blue eyes.
His Mother looked down at her, and then her eyes fluttered up to look in the direction he was pointing. With a slight laugh she held up a hold-on-a-second finger at the man standing beside them. They’d been having a pleasant conversation as his father milled around in the little shop across the street for who knows what. Apparently he was a family friend but Kieran was too young to really care all that much for anyone that wasn’t his family; Age five. His Mother bent over to scoop his little form up, “We’ll go later okay? Maybe your brother can take you, hm?”
Kieran pressed his lips together, pouting, but after a moment he nodded his head. His mother knew him to well, Kieran loved his big brother, he would wait all day to go to the beach with him.
These are the little moments that Kieran often finds himself remembering while growing older. When his family was still a family. When they were complete. As a child Kieran had loved growing up in Ireland, it was absolutely stunning, though he preferred the outskirts beside the beach versus their home in Dublin. The family had moved out of the country and into the capital when he was ten, his brother would’ve been fourteen by then.
Those first ten years were the best of his life, and he feels that the city ruined a lot of their family, that it was the cause of everything even though in the back of his mind he knew it was just a very small factor. Three years after moving to Dublin his Father met someone, someone that wasn’t his mother. There’s a lot that Kieran tries not to remember about the week that they found out. There was so much yelling, so much yelling, he’d sat in his room, hands slapped over his eyes as he told himself not to cry. It went on for hours at a time before everything was coated with a terrible, ear racking silence. In the hour that followed Kieran remembers his brother coming in to sit beside him on the floor, wrapping an arm across his shoulders, letting him calm down. Why Owyn was always so calm in this, Kieran probably won’t ever know. Everything seemed to be coming to a smooth surface when it was blast out of the water again; Two months later and the women that Dad had cheated on Mom with came back saying she was pregnant.
Well shit.
Besides the fact that everything was already tense between the three of them (he and Owyn counted as one because they were sort of Switzerland in this family feud), this women had to come in and screw everything up again. Kieran can’t exactly blame her for getting pregnant, okay, so he can, but she couldn’t not tell their Father, and he couldn’t not tell the family. That was the end of Mom and Dad, months later and they were legally divorced. By then Owyn was almost eighteen, and he was going off on his own. “I’m taking Kieran with me.” He said to the both of them. “I’m tired of having to go between houses, you don’t even look at us anymore, I’m raising him until he can go out alone.” More fighting. There was always fighting, but in the end, only God knows how, but his brother ended up taking him away from everything. For that Kieran loves him more than anything.
They moved to America, only ever talk to Mom and Dad two to three times a year, and have never met their half-sister. Deep inside Kieran can’t help but think about wanting to every now and again, but was always content to just … let it go. Finally his eighteenth birthday came, by then Owyn had found someone he loves, someone he was going to marry, and after the wedding Kieran managed to find a new home somewhere else. Away from it all. He likes to travel, and as of right now isn’t sure what to do about college. His parents had always given him a good education and everything, but he used to always get into fights, people could be so … irritating. Not to mention it would drain every last penny out of him. So he travels instead, every now and again when he knows he’ll be able to afford it, then goes back and works for more money. It’s now a repeating pattern. It’s hard to get money these days, so he hasn’t gone anywhere for ages, but everything at home is just so tense and silent that he can’t stand it.
Relationship with others:
Mother – (47) Gwendolyn
Father – (51) Redmond O’Malley
Brother – (23) Owyn O’Malley
Half-Sister – (5) Jodie Bellerose-O’Malley
Current Status: Single
Crush: ~
Other:
-Yes he does have an Irish accent.
-Loves to surf, swimming, running, anything athletic he’s actually very good at.
-Obviously likes to travel, but his favorite thus far would be traveling to Brazil. It’s the most he’s ever dared spend on a trip, the only time he’s dared to leave America, because there’s sure as hell no way he’s going to Europe or jumping over seas to see sights.
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[ Full Name ] Vixen Alexia Bellevue
➳ Most are completely oblivious to her first name seeing as how she prefers to go by her middle name, Alexia.
[ Articulation of the Name ]
➳ { Vĭk'sən } { a-lexia } { Bell-view }
[ Age ] Eighteen { 18 }
[ Date/Place/Time of Birth ]
☭ October 29th
☭ Bristol, England
☭ 8:30 A.M
[ Gender ] Female
[ Sexuality ] Heterosexual
[ Nationality(ies) ] Her mother is half French and half Portuguese, while her father himself is a purebred Brit.
[ Legal Citizenship(s) ] Britain
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[ Reason(s) for going to Hawaii ] Since she was old enough to know she wanted out, Alexia had planned on moving out. She'd never particularly had a place in mind -hell, she'd simply figured she would pick a random spot on the map. And that's pretty much what happened: Hawaii just happened to be the place she picked. Of course, it was known for its luxury. Isn't she just a lucky girl?
[ Apparition To Others ]
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[ Height ] 5'3 (view spoiler)
[ Weight ] 120 lbs
[ Eye color ] A hazy blue, somewhat lost between a gray, green, and cobalt. A strange color indeed, love.
[ Hair Color ] Deep brown, nothing particularly special
[ Personality] Vixen: A spiteful or quarrelsome woman. Well fuck, her parents sure had a cute sense of humor. Seriously, the irony there would be adorable if it weren't for the fact that the definition of this particular noun is so utterly fitting for Alexia. Saying she's a cold-hearted bitch would be a major understatement. The plus side? At least she can admit it. Her response in any given situation that is even vaguely 'bad' will always be violence. Maybe it's because of her history, of the way she's lived most of her life? Either way, she's typically the type who throw shoots first -sometimes literally- and asks questions later. It's the reason for her notorious track record as residential badass, something she's rather proud of, if she does say so herself. Her cold blue eyes, the ones that look virtually dead inside? Yeah, they're really the only warning one would ever get before she lashes out where the sun don't shine.
Granted, she's not a complete psychopath and would only engage in anything physical should there be a reason. She's just rather. . . . . Prone to finding a reason, if you will.
Alexia is also an extremely secretive person, something like a guarded lock and key when it comes to anything remotely personal. She doesn't share easily, or at all, really. Deep down? It's because she's ashamed, plain and simple. There's nothing worth while with Alexia, really.
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[ Weaknesses ]
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[ History]
[ Relationship with others]
[ Current Status]
[ Crush]
[ Details]
[ Full Name ] Zephyr Arrow Tarren[ Articulation of the Name ] {Ze-Fee-Ar}
[ Age ] 17
[ Date/Place/Time of Birth ]
~ 15 May
~ Adelaide, Australia
~ 6:18 pm
[ Gender ] Male
[ Sexuality] Heterosexual
[ Nationality(ies) ] His mother is full-blood British, whereas his father is Australian.
[ Legal Citizenship(s)] Australia
[ Reason(s) for going to Hawaii] When Zephyr was 13, his cousins moved from Australia to Hawaii, so he was going on a trip to visit them for two weeks.
[ Apparition To Others
With his dark brown hair and pale grey eyes, Zephyr is a stunner to say the least. He stands at about 5'8 and has a strongly built body. Zephyr's eyes are his most interesting feature, being a light grey that seem to go very nicely with his tanned skin. His hair is dark brown and has a sort of scruffy look to it that he sometimes cannot tame. Zephyr has an amazing smile that is enough to make everyone around him brighten up. You could say it's contagious. Zephyr has a birthmark in the shape of a heart on his shoulder that he absolutely hates. He has a scar running down his torso from where he fell from a tree as a young boy.
[ Personality]
Zephyr is the type of guy who goes to great lengths in order to make the people he cares about happy. He's the type of guy no one can help but love and he's easy to get along with. At times, Zephyr can get incredibly sassy and he's slightly full of himself, but still he is very loyal to the ones he loves. Zephyr has a very short temper and gets angry at the smallest of things. Often, Zephyr over thinks things, ending up frustrating himself and then getting angry. And when he is angry, he is not a good person to cross. He gets physical and sometimes hurts people when he doesn't mean to. Zephyr is not at all shy, but he is quiet when it comes to new people. He's a confident guy and does what he can to impress others and make himself feel good too. Zephyr respects girls more than he can say and he would not ever dream of using them or making them unhappy. He's patient and when the right girl comes along, he makes sure to hold onto her for as long as he possibly can. In saying this, Zephyr is incredibly intelligent, though does not often express it. At times, he can have trouble expressing his feelings and emotions and he hates nothing more than having to discuss this topic. Zephyr has a creative mind and, though he would never show it, has a talent for drawing. He's an artist at heart and has an artist's hands. He's a good soul and tries to do the best he can in the world, though he does screw up a lot. But that's what being human is about. No person is perfect. Along with his artist's mind, Zephyr is also very musically talented, but doesn't believe it himself. He has an incredible voice and he's also quite good on guitar. A lot of the time, Zephyr doesn't think before he opens his mouth and so, he often offends people without meaning to. He is brutally honest and he knows it himself, so has tried to control himself when it comes to his own opinion of others. When he hates someone, he makes sure they know it because he believes there is no point keeping his hatred in the dark. Despite this, Zephyr's heart is in the right place and when he loves someone, it is one of the most purest things on the planet.
[ Skills ]
°Creative
°Intelligent
°Loyalty
[ Weaknesses ]
•Short temper - he gets really angry too easily
•He trusts too easily
•He is very easily frustrated
[ History]
Zephyr grew up on the west end of the city Adelaide in South Australia, Australia. He was born the youngest of six boys on the 15th of May, 1996 to Maria, his British mother and Zachary, his Australian father.
Zephyr was taken home when he was one week old and he was always a perfect baby. That is until his heart began to fail at the age of six months. Things started looking very bleak for the baby, but in the end he pulled through after he had heart surgery to repair a valve.
From then on, he was watched over very carefully because his heart could fail again. He wasn't completely out of the dark. In the end, his heart did not fail again, however, he has had a weak heart ever since he was a baby so, he has not always been able to do everything the other kids could, meaning he didn't have many friends as a child.
When Zephyr was five years old, his family welcomed Lilianna, the first girl to be born out of the seven children. As Lilianna began to grow, she and Zephyr established a very strong bond and they were the two closest children in the family. Life was good for a very long time, however, that could not last forever.
By the time Lilianna was 10, she developed leukemia and so she had to be pulled out of school and was hospitalised for a very long time. Zephyr, then 15 would visit his baby sister every single day and would stay with her for long lengths of times. Six months into her diagnosis, Lilianna began to get stronger, and so she was released from hospital with the thoughts that she had beaten her cancer, however, six months later, she had a relapse, and so was worse than ever. This tore Zephyr apart and he would never leave her bedside, just talking to his sister and tell her she was going to be okay. In the coming weeks, Lilianna began getting even weaker and in her last week of life, she was asleep for most of it. She only awoke for five minutes and in that time, she told her brother to never give up and that she loved him more than she could ever say, and with tears in his eyes, Zephyr slid into the bed beside his sister and held her close to him as she passed away in her sleep.
Zephyr was lost without Lilianna and he missed her more than anything. When she died, she took a piece of his heart with her, but Zephyr knew that she would want him to be strong, so he pulled through and put the sad things behind him, remembering the happy times he had spent with Lilianna.
Six months after Lilianna's death, Zephyr was invited to spend two weeks with his cousins who lived in Hawaii, so that's how he ended up on the plane.
[ Relationship with others]
~ Mother: Maria
~ Father: Zachary
~ Five older brothers (From left, oldest to youngest): Joshua, Lachlan, Daniel, Will, Toby
~ Younger sister: Lilianna; deceased
[ Current Status] Single
[ Crush] ~
[ Details]
Full Name: Arthur Charles Dean Articulation of the Name:
Age: 17
Date of Birth: May 15
Place: Paris, France (His mother was visiting her parents there at the time. He was two months early.)
Time of Birth: 7:32 AM
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Nationality French, Irish, German
Legal Citizenship(s) France; USA
Reason(s) for going to Hawaii:
To visit his mother.
Apparition To Others:
Eye Color: (view spoiler)
Hair Color: Picture
Height: 6'
Distinctive Markings:
On the back of his left shoulder blade:
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Personality:
Arthur is a unique type of individual. To find someone else like him would be like finding a DoDo bird in a back yard. How so, some may ask?
Well, it's the mixture of qualities he has that make him unique. If he had to be grouped into stereotypical cliques he would fall under "jocks", "nerds", and "weird art kids". Though he doesn't share many qualities with each clique.
Athletics:
Since he was young, Arthur has played football and basketball. From years of practice he has become an excellent player in both sports. He also enjoys watching other sports such as soccer, baseball and ice hockey.
From his athletics he had developed an extremely healthy life style. He works out for at least two hours each day. Where most other teenagers would crave burgers and pizza, he craves and prefers fruits and vegetables. Mainly fruits though.
His athletics have also gained him a scholarship in basketball for Boston University, where he will be going in the fall.
Academics:
Arthur has never actually spent a full year in school. He was pulled out of kindergarten a month before it ended. He was home schooled for the rest of his educational years. By normal education standards, he graduated two years early with the curriculum his father set for him and his sister. Though he took one year off before actually applying for colleges and he applied to take some art classes for a year instead.
Along with an athletic scholarship in football, he has a academic scholarship as well.
Art:
Art has always been Arthur's means of escaping his troubles. Whenever he would be upset, his older sister, Val would come and make macaroni with him to help cheer him up. She was the real artist in the family. She would sketch all the time, and got him into art as well. He even has her sketchpad.
Traits:
-Quiet/Shy: Having been home schooled, Arthur lacked social skills. Provided most home schooled are actually extremely social. Arthur isn't one of those people. Even when he was in school, he preferred to be by himself. He was that one kid who colored on the steps of the school while everyone else was playing on the play ground.
-Adaptable:
Arthur has not trouble with adjusting to new places or situations. He is a sort of 'go-with-the-flow' type of guy, who drifts into the background and just goes along with whatever life brings him. It's the reason that he's able to adjust so well.
-Observant:
Being an invisible, in the background type guy, he's able to notice other smaller things that make up the bigger picture. It's not much of a talent as he doesn't speak up when he does notice things that really matter. But if asked, then he will tell someone about it. Just don't expect him to speak in front of a large crowd.
Skills:
✓Athletics
✓Academics
✓Creativity
Weaknesses:
✗Quiet/Shy
✗Lack of confidence
✗Trust issues
History:
Markus and Marie had the typical love story beginning.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
"Forever and always."
They never thought there would be an end to their love. Why would there have been an end? They had a beautiful home in Long Island. They had the perfect jobs. They had three beautiful children, whom they loved and cared for dearly. The family was close nit. They were a rare family, one where arguments were rare and the idea of doing something against another family member's wishes was unbearable. This was a family that talked about their days at the dinner table and resolved any issues in the living room afterward. A family who played board games on the weekends before watching a movie with pizza. It was a perfect family.
That was until November 23th, 2001. Nothing had occurred to make that day significant. Val had asked for permission to go to the party. She was set to come by her normal curfew of 12 as always. She promised not to drink or do drugs and if she happened to disobey, which she didn't, she wouldn't drive. Nor would she get in a car with someone who was high or drunk. And she didn't. All she did was accept a glass of water from Brian, one of her friend's brother. And that's where the nightmare began.
She remembered waking up in a bed of some house she didn't know with only a blanket to cover herself and her clothes strewn over the bedroom floor. She remembered crying when shown a video of exactly what happened and being threatened on not to tell. She remembered going home to be faced by her disappointed parents who didn't suspect a thing. She remembers going to school, only to be faced by humiliation and not do anything about it. Her family remembers her slowly retreating away from there. Her parents remember trying to help her, to tell what happen. They remember not getting a response.
Arthur remembers walking into her room six months later to find her writing a letter dictating exactly what happened. He remembers her hugging him. "Don't let anyone define you, Charlie. I love you." He remembers her leading her into the hallway where she hugged and kissed him again before closing the door on him. He remembers feeling afraid and running for his parents and tell them something was wrong.
He remembers finding his sister dead when the door was finally opened. He remembers the blood all over the floor and bed and that knife by her side. He remembers how she looked so peaceful even in such a horrendous state. He remembers his father reading aloud the note she left while his mother called 911 and ordered him out of the room.
The funeral was a week later. He remembers hugging his little sister who didn't understand why Val wasn't there anymore. Or why Mommy was crying and why Daddy wasn't laughing. He remembers trying to explain to her that Val was dead and her not understanding.
He remembers the months that followed. The months that were pure hell for a six year old. He remembers the news the trial or at least the news coverage of the trial. He remembers going on fancy tv places and talking about Val and how she hugged him before she died. He remembers his parents fighting at home about how they could have done something different to save their little girl. He remembers them blaming each other. He remembers the divorce and being pulled out of school and moving from Long Island to Boston.
It's all a vivid memory for Arthur. Especially that day when Val died. He can paint the scene of her dead body perfectly. It upsets him that he only remembers his sister in that horrid way and not how she was before. Or even when she saw him before she did what she did. He can't mentally picture her without imagining the blood and the knife and the note and the tears. The only way he can remember her from before, the real Val, is from photographs. His parents had them all stuffed into the attic but he went and took them and keeps them with him. The album of the summer before the incident is one he takes with him everywhere. It was like his teddy bear in the months that followed.
Years later, Arthur still hasn't fully come to peace with Val's death. Her last words to him before she died, where she said not to let anyone define him? Well her death defined him. It shaped the person he is now. Whether that be for the better or worse, it's difficult to tell but whatever he is, he owes it all to Val.
But enough about Val and her death. Time to move on to Arthur and what happened with him in his life.
Well, after the move, Arthur was signed up for PeWe football and basketball by his father. He turned out to have a real talent for the sports and they were a nice distraction from everything that went on around him revolving Valerie.
But that was the only social interaction he got in the outside world. After what happened to Val his father became extremely protective and strict. Especially with his sister. At first it was okay since the two were too young to really grasp the situation and see that their lives weren't normal per say. Though it didn't really matter seeing the two weren't big socializers anyway. At least for the time being.
Arthur was content with his life, he had his sketch pad, football, basketball, the best dad in the world and his sister as a best friend. He didn't need or want anything more. His sister? Well she was perfectly fine with it until she turned about ten. She didn't see the point of a life that revolved around homeschooling, softball, volleyball and family. She wanted something different and more. She started to sneak out at night, trusting her older brother to cover for her. She got a tattoo behind her father's back. She started drinking.
And that's when their mother came swooping in after ten years of not speaking to any of them. But once she did call and listen to what her daughter had to say, about living with that Nazi father of hers? Yeah, she wouldn't dare let her daughter live in such an environment. So she made an offer her little girl couldn't refuse. "Come live with me in Hawaii." As much as Amelia loved her brother and father, she hated her life. And living in Hawaii, with all that sun, beach and boys? "Bye." And that was the end of Amelia's chapter.
Heartbroken that both his little girls were gone, Arthur's father finally just gave up. There really wasn't much more for him in life. His girls were gone. Arthur would be going to college in the fall. His wife had moved on. What more purpose was there to life? So he took up drinking. Arthur didn't do much to stop it. Of course he tried, it just didn't work so he stopped trying and went about on his life as well. Though his father's drinking got so bad that he finally went and called someone and told them their father needs help.
So now, Markus is in rehab, at least for a month or so. Maria took this opportunity to call her son for a visit and hopefully get him to stay with her as well. But look where he ended up instead. "Thanks, Mom."
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Family
Father: Markus Dean
Mother: Marie Travis
Sister: Amelia Riley Dean (16)
Sister: Valerie Eden Dean (16; deceased)
Half-Brother: Flynn Travis
Friends
N/A. The downsides of homeschooling.
Relationships
Current? N/A
Current Status: Single
Crush: N/A
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[Full Name] Vasco Orlando Alemagna
[Articulation of the Name]
† VASH-koo
† or-LAHN-do
† ah-le-MAH-nyah
[Age] Twenty
[Date of Birth] December 21, 1992
[Place of Birth] Leon, Spain
[Time of Birth ] 5:15 P.M.
[Gender] Male
[Sexuality] Pansexual (view spoiler)
[Nationality] Spanish/German/Italian {A regular mutt -- Biological Mother was Italian, Biological Father was Spanish/German}
[Legal Citizenship] Spain {Born and raised}
[Reason(s) for going to Hawaii]
˚ Visiting "family"
[Apparition To Others]
Vasco isn't outright handsome. Ok, that's a lie because he is pretty handsome, but it's hard to see when he hides himself from most of the world with loose fitting clothing, snapbacks, and those darn thick-rimmed glasses of his. You see, Vasco is a firm believer in being comfortable, and he is pretty damn comfortable in his own skin but he just doesn't have the urge to constantly show it off to the world; unless of course he’s trying to impress a girl, but otherwise he sticks to his baggy jeans and plain t-shirts. Now, he isn't particularly buff, but he is tall with broad shoulders, and a well toned body. Sometimes he comes off as lanky because of his height, standing proudly at 6’11”, but it works well to his advantage since it helped him make the basketball team. You would think his height would make him awkward on his feet, but he’s rather graceful quick, and fast.
On the top of his head is a shaggy mess of dirty blonde hair that’s more dirty than blonde, but there are patches of yellow hair scattered around. Vasco doesn’t really bother to put a comb through it, since it doesn’t cooperate with him anyways. The best he can do is run his hand through and let it stick up however it would like, which manages to work for him somehow.
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[Personality]
Overall, Vasco is a sweet guy. He loves to laugh, and is able to laugh at most things, including himself. Now, thinking over his past, some wonder how he could laugh so much, but Vasco doesn’t think his past was so bad that he should be sad or mad about it constantly. It was a little sad, sure, but he has a good life now, why focus on the bad? After all, he has a mother and father, who obviously love him even if he wasn't related to them by blood. They stuck by his side, treating him as if he were their own, which was more than enough to make Vasco realize what a lucky kid he was to have them as his parents opposed to some people who weren't fit to be parents. Sure, he would have his fair share of squabbles with them, saying things he would regret later, but they weren't the type to hold grudges. It's always forgive and forget in his family.
And Vasco is a very forgiving person. He doesn't even hold a grudge against his birth mother for what she had done, not even caring if she had a good reason or not. What's been done was all in the past now. Perhaps he can be a little too forgiving, but better to put things behind him rather than constantly bringing it up pointlessly. Moreover, he really doesn't like conflict. Some people take advantage of this, which isn't a smart thing to do because even though he is a forgiving person, there is only so much crap he's willing to forgive before he cuts the person out of his life. His parents taught him to be kind, but to also stand up for himself. Never to allow people use him, or make him feel worthless. He was taught to always stick up for himself because being walked all over was not acceptable.
Being a sporty guy, Vasco was able to make quite a few friends, some who have stuck with him even after graduation. He was never really bullied in school, or when he was young. Sure it hasn't always been easy, but life is never easy, something Vasco accepted when he was young. Nonetheless, no matter what obstacle was in his way, he always rose to the challenge to overcome it, knowing he could do it as long as he tried hard enough. That was all that mattered, wasn't it? Trying your hardest, never giving up even when things looked hopeless. And things often looked hopeless, seeing how Vasco often went out of his way to find a good challenge. Some people saw this as insanity because it would lead to him to do some pretty reckless things, but Vasco saw it as a way to push himself past his limits, to make himself stronger in a way.
[Skills]
˙ Sports. Vasco is rather athletic, having played on a few teams back in high school. He even was the captain of the basketball team by the time he was a sophomore.
˙ Fighting. Punch him, and he’ll punch right back. Vasco doesn’t like conflict, but he’s no sissy either. If someone starts beating on him, he’s not afraid to throw a few punches right back in self-defense.
˙ Cooking. He doesn’t look like it, but Vasco can whip something up in a matter of minutes with just the right ingredients, and it’ll be rather tasty too. His foster mother is a chef, so he learned just about everything from her.
[Weaknesses]
˙ Camping. While he was rather athletic, Vasco has no idea how to make a fire, much less how to put a tent together. He was the one who made a mess of things, never understanding why anyone would want to spend so much time in the “great outdoors”
˙ Speaking. Eloquence is not his forte. Nope. Vasco tends to stumble over his words, making situations more awkward than they already were. He doesn’t know how to be charming, and he doesn’t really understand the art of flirting.
˙ Lying. Vasco can’t really lie without someone knowing he’s lying. He has a telltale tick that shows he’s not exactly telling the truth. Whenever he starts tapping his right foot or shifting his weight onto his right foot, that’s when you know he’s lying, trying to hide something from you.
˙ Mathematics. He was never good at it in high school. Him and numbers don’t mix.
[History]
Vasco had been a mistake -- product of a bottle of whiskey and a broken condom. Neither persons involved were ready for a child, but they hadn't the money for an abortion, so they only had one choice left, a choice neither of them had liked. Unfortunately for the girl, the boy had run off, not wanting to be part of it anymore than he had to, leaving the girl all alone to face the shame of being a pregnant teenager. The girl's own family hand turned their back on her, leaving her to the mercy of her friends, all of whom had turned their backs on her too except for one. And thanks to this one friend, the girl had been able to get through the pregnancy with some ease, and Vasco had the chance to have a healthy birth. However, the second he had been born, he had been taken to the Orphanage by the friend instead of the girl. She hadn't want to see him at all, afraid of falling in love with him and wanting to raise him on her own. The girl wouldn't even name her own kid, but the friend dubbed the kid Vasco before dropping him off in the hell hole called St. Augustine's Orphanage.
Growing up never knowing his real mother or father was a little hard on Vasco. It wasn't that he didn't love the couple that adopted him and took him away from St. Augustine's Orphanage, a.k.a Hell, but it was just that he never understood why his parents thought it was okay to send him away instead of keeping him. Was it that they didn't love him? Did they not want him? Maybe it was because they couldn't afford to raise him, so they thought that his life would be better in someone else's hands. More often than not, he would spend his time with his head in the clouds, always romanticizing the reason behind why his parents gave him up, but he was much too scared to come back down to find out the real reason. In fact, if he could help it, he never wanted to know why they did what they did. However, it was just a matter of time before he found out and was forced to face reality.
The couple who had adopted Vasco always tried their best with him, buying him whatever he wanted, but also taught him that he needed to work hard to earn the things he wanted. They didn't want him to grow up thinking that he could just get whatever he wanted without lifting a single finger, since that wasn't how the couple had been raised. They taught him many valuable life lessons, such as respecting everyone no matter who they were, what they looked like or even what they believed in. Another thing was honesty, they taught him to always tell the truth, but doesn’t mean he wasn’t prone to telling the occasional white lie. Though he would be as honest as possible to his foster parents and in turn they were honest with him.
When he was around fifteen years old, Vasco finally got up the courage to ask his parents about his biological father and mother, however neither could tell him much because they hardly knew a thing about his real parents. Nonetheless, Vasco wanted answers, and his foster family was determined to help him because they loved him and only ever wanted him to be happy. So they hired a private detective to do some digging around, even if it cost them quite a bit more money than they actually had. The couple that brought Vasco home weren’t terribly rich, but well off to make sure that Vasco grew up with every opportunity that he deserved. And for that, Vasco loved them more than they would ever realize. Maybe in a way, by wanting to find his birth mother, he was saying that his foster mother wasn’t enough, but that wasn’t the case at all. In fact, Vasco admired his foster mother, thinking she was the greatest human being to ever live. Same goes for his foster father. Yet there was that nagging feeling where he just needed to know who and why.
The why was the main reason he hasn’t be able to drop this subject.
By his eighteenth birthday, Vasco finally found who his birth mother was, and where she was. He was a little saddened to hear his father was already dead, but he still couldn’t believe he finally found enough information on his mother. She was happily married with two kids in a small house in Hawaii. Vasco couldn’t believe it. He finally knew where his mother was, and all by the age he was considered an adult. Yet, even with all this information, Vasco had been too nervous to do anything with it, instead storing it away for another day as he tried to continue on with his life.
He had gone on to university, two years have passed since he received information about his mother, and another year was about to go by. Luckily, Vasco finally decided to man up, pack up his bags, and buy a ticket to Hawaii. Well, he had bought the ticket but his parents had to drag him to the airport and nearly drag him onto the plane, because the entire time he was having his doubts about meeting his mother -- the woman who gave birth to him and then abandoned him.
What could go wrong?
[Relationship with others]
˙ Mother – Adriana Alemagna {42}
˙ Father – Orlando Alemagna {49}
[Current Status] Single
[Crush] None
[Details]
Vasco has a pup named Pookie, a birthday present from a close friend of his. She's barely a year old, and Vasco takes her everywhere with him, when he can of course.
"I'm never seen. I'm the last cloud floating across the skies. I'm just...not there. Sometimes I wish I could just go away and disappear for a few days. Just to let them know I exist."
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[ Full Name ] Laila Sofia Akrami
[ Articulation of the Name ] |LAY-lah|
{ليلى} Laila is an internationally-used feminine name strongly of Arabic origin, though mainly it has been originated from the Semitic languages. Over time, the definitions have varied from the start of "Night" to "Dark-haired beauty." In the end, however, both definitions have melded together to form "Night Beauty."
[ Age ] Eighteen. {18}
[ Date/Place/Time of Birth ] Laila was born at 11:59 P.M. on one of the most hottest days in Sofia, Bulgaria; August 11th, 1994.
[ Gender ] Of feminine origin. (♀ xx)
[ Sexuality] Heterosexual.
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[ Nationality(ies) ] Afghan, British, Bulgarian, French.
[ Legal Citizenship(s)] Bulgaria, Britain (Born and raised in Bulgaria; then moved to Britain for issues of safety.)
[ Reason for going to Hawaii] Her uncle and aunt bought Laila a ticket to the tropical island as they were worried of her reserved and quiet demeanor; they wanted her to loosen up.
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║▌ Laila is perhaps one of the lucky few graced with natural beauty. Born in one of the most prominent cities in Bulgaria, Laila has been the reincarnation of her great-great grandmother, notably similar in terms of looks when put into comparison. Her face is a nice oval shape and very small, complimenting the other features that complete it. Her eyes are wide and almond-shaped, complimented by naturally long eyelashes and the shade of dark, molten chocolate. Her hair is a lovely dark brown, falling in cascading locks and earning its rich pigmentation due to the profuse amounts of eumelanin gracing it. In the winter, however, when kissed with bountiful sunlight, it may appear ashen for some unknown reason.
High cheekbones are well-rewarded, a squared-off jaw softly narrowing into a proportionate chin. Her lips are of average size, perhaps a bit more full than an average person's. Her eyebrows are generally left a natural thickness,and are quite arched. Though many of her features can easily be enhanced by the simple usage of make-up, Laila does not prefer to add anything artificial to her flawless application as she presumes that what nature has given her shall be used as is, since it would only be contradicting and possibly leading her to look like a courtesan.
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"You think you know me.
You know my favorite color.
You know who I'm crushing on.
You know my secrets.
You think you've got it all figured out in your little head.
Little do you know that I'm slowly falling apart inside,wilting
Like a Rose."
[ Personality]
Laila is a slightly sententious young lady, not wishing to speak with others as commonly as another might. She is not one who is extremely social, nor is she one who is a misanthropic miser. She has a voice, a soft one that struggles to be heard over the din of the others. She is not one who tends to express herself readily; however, when asked of her opinion, she mostly gives her truthful feelings.
At first glance, Laila might seem like a friendly person, talkative and bubbly. After all, her looks certainly rank top when concerning of her simple yet stylish apparels. But what those who probe and near closer realize is she's extremely taciturn. She never opens up, never spills her darkest secrets to anyone, not even those closer to her; her dearest family and motley of friends. One would even be lucky to receive a small laugh from her; 'tis not that she has no humorous demeanor, but that what Laila presumes to be her bearings are not at all what she expected.
Most often, Laila is the one found consoling many with their lists of problems. She is the receptor of many hysterical sobs and rage, the courtesy of many clueless males clumsily revealing their secretive affairs from those loyal in their intimate relationships. Mind you, she does not speak earnestly in optimism; she believes the whole "you can do better, sweetheart" is just a lovely facade of the harsh truth that lies beneath it. It is not that she believes that negative things happen all the time, but most of the time, the joy that humans feel is just a mask for upcoming pain.
Onward to academics, intelligence is quite high of her; at age 3, she was perfectly capable of handling multiplication and division; by eight, she managed to master algebra easily by herself. Perhaps it might be because her parents pushed her to strive for success at an extremely young age before they abandoned her with their early submission to death, but Laila has always comfortable with academics.
Flaunting, though, of her many aptitudes, Laila finds immensely irritating. What nature has graced her with, she has accepted. She believes those noticing of her skills need not say more in terms of praise, but rather treat her the same as she is.
Immigrating from Bulgaria has put further problems on the already heavy burden Laila carries. Defined by her natural beauty and strange yet intriguing accent, she was the new talk of the city. Rumors swiftly spread, glancing from the subjects of what shampoo she used to what color her toothbrush was. Not for once, Laila has been the receptor of many crude wolf-whistles and toothy grins by lusty males. While the attention did its best to embarrass and flatter her, as seen by the sudden appearance of a crimson hue gracing her cheeks and her paroxysmal tendency to look at her feet, Laila did not want anything more than silence.
Often times, Laila can seem immensely the opposite of arbitrary; many, if not all, of her decisions are based on careful reasoning and logic is her best friend when making such choices. However, at rare occasions, Laila can seem to loosen up and have a "What the hell" moment, though, mind you, a careless Laila is not something one would expect to see on a regular basis.
While it does not seem, Laila is the receiver of many, many hardships and limitations that lessened her wonder of life significantly; much of the negative events that have happened to her have greatly been concentrated upon with heavy grief and rage, along with desolation focusing at certain parts.
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➳ Agility: Laila is extremely well-fit for running. With her slim figure, she can easily maneuver through narrow passages and has practice with track, so she can maintain homeostasis and her lung capacity far better than the average lackadaisical human being.
➳Intelligence: Having good practice with arithmetic and as she has a developed sense of love for education, factual information can be easily derived from her. With the given knowledge she possesses, she can also manage to think quickly and logically under certain circumstances, not at all arbitrary as previously counted before.
➳Modest: Laila is not one who craves for attention; rather, she tries to divert it away from her. She does not necessarily accept compliments as she believes to be submissive of it would lead to arrogance, a trait she does not want to have. Though this might appear to be self-deprecating and purposely trying to win more compliments, many can assure you that this is not her primary focus.
[ Weaknesses ]
✍ Confidence: Often times, Laila lacks confidence, especially in decisions. She is not one who is straight-forward when it comes to choices, but she is also not capricious. Weighing the pros and cons is a common way of hers to make a choice, but regardless during the time, she loses all sorts of bravado.
✍ Flashbacks: As Laila's parents died a horrible death, jarring memories of them would take control of her focus at any time. They do not make themselves known; they are paroxysmal, spasmodic. When such things happen, Laila loses all control of herself and could pique her emotions. This can be put as emotionally unstable, but really, Laila hasn't confronted the pain of her losses.
✍Shyness: When it comes to talking, Laila is absolutely terrible at it. Few of the times whence she actually speaks, stammers and stutters will escape from her lips as she has a built-in fear that someone would hurt her if she opened her mouth to talk. Thus, it could be extremely hard for her to communicate, instead only encouraging her fear to grow bigger.
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"My past is a distant thing, something that is not tangible now. No one can feel it, touch it, harm it. My present is the current events, paroxysmal. It can sneak up on you one day, the other day make itself known to you by standing in front of you. My future is undecided, but the paths I have traveled, starting way back from the past and intertwining with the present, are not over. They are all leading to one thing, the future. And right now, I don't know if I'm going the right way or not, but all I'm going to do is continue running along the tracks."
[ History]
"One more, just one more," the midwife encouraged. Miri Akrami wheezed and panted, sweat dribbling down her forehead. "One...more...," she breathed. The midwife nodded. "One more," she repeated breathlessly. Miri bit at her lip hard before screaming, putting in all her quickly dwindling strength. The midwife gasped at the panting woman. "She is here." Miri looked at her, wide-eyed. "She...here?" The midwife smiled exuberantly. "I want...see...Her..." The midwife bundled up the infant with a loose blanket, placing it gingerly into the waiting hands of Miri. The infant glanced up at Miri before erupting into peals of musical laughter. Miri smiled, her husband coming into the room at hearing a new voice. "She's beautiful, isn't she, Amir," she laughed. Amir smiled, pride and delight emanating from him at the new knowledge that he was a father. "And born right before the strike of midnight..." Miri and Amir looked at each other before murmuring simultaneously: "Laila."
And 'twas the name given to the wriggling infant. Laila. Night beauty.
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Explosions. They filled the sky. Deafening cracks. No one was safe outside. The walls that served as their shelter barely stood under the great bombs. They were cuddled, father and mother, daughter snuggled betwixt them. And yet each sound that echoed, each crack that ricocheted off their walls, ruined the temporarily safe redolence that surrounded them. "Mummy," the little girl cried at the sound of yet another crack. "There,there, Laila-jan," Miri looked worriedly at her husband. "What torture is this for an innocent eleven-year-old," she whispered. Amir shook his head solemnly, patting Laila's small back. "Let us hope God will take care of us..."
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Six months had passed and still the haunting whistles of bombs pervaded their haven. Laila was taken under the hand of her parents who fervently taught her all they knew. Algebra, Laila managed to master on her own, based on the slightest tidbits her parents passed on to her of the subject. Biology, literature, history...these subjects were focused upon intensely; Miri and Amir knew they wouldn't have much time.
Now fourteen, Laila was blossoming up to be a beautiful flower. Her brown locks had grown to cascade along her back, her eyes now lit with an inquisitive fervor. Many things she had curiosity of at a younger age, she knew; her knowledge continued to grow even under the terrifying bombs that dropped upon their homeland.
Then, it was one night. Her mother handed her a worn suitcase and told her to pack all of her belongings and clothes. Confused, Laila followed her mother's instructions, then being met by her father who handed her a passport. "Now look, Laila-jan," her father instructed lovingly. "You have to get out of this country. It won't be safe for such a lovely flower as yourself, hmm? There will be a truck. You will be carried to the safest city near us, Rila, okay? There will be a guard. Hand him your passport and he will stamp it. Everything will be soon alright; you will be flying over to America and you will be safe, hmm? Your uncle and aunt will take good care of you. Now be brave, my gul."
"But what about Madar and you, Papa?" The worry shone in Laila's lovely eyes. He kissed the top of her forehead. "We cannot come. They will find it suspicious that we will be going together. But we will come after you, okay? I promise." Tears shone in his eyes and he embraced her, wrapping her with the faint smell of pine. "We promise." Laila's mother, who was watching the scene through tear-clouded eyes, ran over to them, hugging them all. "Be brave, Laila...Be brave."
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It had been two years. Laila was in safe hands with her aunt and uncle. But in those two years, her parents had not come like they promised. Where were they? Did they get caught? Were they executed? Did they lie to her? This last thought she dismissed quickly. Madar and Padar would not lie to their daughter, would they? The phone rang. Four words. "Your parents were killed." The phone dropped out of her grasp. The light disappeared from her eyes. "Hello, are you there? Hello? Hello? Excuse me?" The words of the monotonous lady did not reach her ears. Slowly, Laila fell to her knees, her eyes still focused on the spot. What, what had happened? What was death? She couldn't understand. What was it?
As Laila knelt there, frozen, her lips parted in a small "o", she registered one thought and it would resonate with her forever and ever. 'Tis a quote of Walt Whitman:
“All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.”
And as Laila continued to sit there, shocked beyond belief, darkness settled as the truth, a detrimental fog, settled upon her frame; it would be a heavy burden for her to carry. And she would carry it and pull closed the Curtain that would hide her Thousand Splendid Suns.
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[Relationship with others]
❣Miri Mariama Akrami {Mother}
❣Amir Akmal Akrami {Father}
❣ Akeem Hassan Taheri {Uncle}
❣ Soraya Aqilah Taheri {Aunt}
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[ Current Status] Single.
[ Crush] Open.
[ Details] Laila has a fondness for Farsi literature. Her favorite classic would be Layla and Majnoon, a tale quite similar to that of Romeo and Juliet, though the writer of the famous romantic tale was preceded by the Persian poet, Nizami Ganjavi.
Six months had passed and still the haunting whistles of bombs pervaded their haven. Laila was taken under the hand of her parents who fervently taught her all they knew. Algebra, Laila managed to master on her own, based on the slightest tidbits her parents passed on to her of the subject. Biology, literature, history...these subjects were focused upon intensely; Miri and Amir knew they wouldn't have much time.
Now fourteen, Laila was blossoming up to be a beautiful flower. Her brown locks had grown to cascade along her back, her eyes now lit with an inquisitive fervor. Many things she had curiosity of at a younger age, she knew; her knowledge continued to grow even under the terrifying bombs that dropped upon their homeland.
Then, it was one night. Her mother handed her a worn suitcase and told her to pack all of her belongings and clothes. Confused, Laila followed her mother's instructions, then being met by her father who handed her a passport. "Now look, Laila-jan," her father instructed lovingly. "You have to get out of this country. It won't be safe for such a lovely flower as yourself, hmm? There will be a truck. You will be carried to the safest city near us, Rila, okay? There will be a guard. Hand him your passport and he will stamp it. Everything will be soon alright; you will be flying over to America and you will be safe, hmm? Your uncle and aunt will take good care of you. Now be brave, my gul."
"But what about Madar and you, Papa?" The worry shone in Laila's lovely eyes. He kissed the top of her forehead. "We cannot come. They will find it suspicious that we will be going together. But we will come after you, okay? I promise." Tears shone in his eyes and he embraced her, wrapping her with the faint smell of pine. "We promise." Laila's mother, who was watching the scene through tear-clouded eyes, ran over to them, hugging them all. "Be brave, Laila...Be brave."
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It had been two years. Laila was in safe hands with her aunt and uncle. But in those two years, her parents had not come like they promised. Where were they? Did they get caught? Were they executed? Did they lie to her? This last thought she dismissed quickly. Madar and Padar would not lie to their daughter, would they? The phone rang. Four words. "Your parents were killed." The phone dropped out of her grasp. The light disappeared from her eyes. "Hello, are you there? Hello? Hello? Excuse me?" The words of the monotonous lady did not reach her ears. Slowly, Laila fell to her knees, her eyes still focused on the spot. What, what had happened? What was death? She couldn't understand. What was it?
As Laila knelt there, frozen, her lips parted in a small "o", she registered one thought and it would resonate with her forever and ever. 'Tis a quote of Walt Whitman:
“All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.”
And as Laila continued to sit there, shocked beyond belief, darkness settled as the truth, a detrimental fog, settled upon her frame; it would be a heavy burden for her to carry. And she would carry it and pull closed the Curtain that would hide her Thousand Splendid Suns.
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❣ Akeem Hassan Taheri {Uncle}
❣ Soraya Aqilah Taheri {Aunt}
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[ Current Status] Single.
[ Crush] Open.
[ Details] Laila has a fondness for Farsi literature. Her favorite classic would be Layla and Majnoon, a tale quite similar to that of Romeo and Juliet, though the writer of the famous romantic tale was preceded by the Persian poet, Nizami Ganjavi.
[PART ONE]
❝You hold your glass high and proud
You smile, laugh; your life is loud
There are no shadows yet to shroud
You hold your glass high and proud❞
[Full Name] Magdalena Vreni Geisler
[Articulation of the Name]
† mahk-dah-LE-nah -- From a title which meant "of Magdala". Mary Magdalene, a character in the New Testament, was named thus because she was from Magdala - a village on the Sea of Galilee whose name meant "tower" in Hebrew. Magdalena is the German variation.
† FRE-nee -- Possibly related to Latin verus "true"
† gI-s-lur -- From the German geiss meaning "goat" and the suffix ler signifying an occupation, thus "goat-herder".
[Age] Twenty three
[Date of Birth] April 21, 1990
[Place of Birth] Munich, Germany
[Time of Birth ] 12:34 A.M
[Gender] Female
[Sexuality] Heterosexual
[Nationality] German/Scandinavian {Mother is German, Father is Scandinavian}
[Legal Citizenship] Germany
*[Legal Residency] United States of America
[Reason for going to Hawaii]
˚ Vacation with her best friend, Evangeline
˚ Running away from the past
❝Then it drops, one slip it's out of your hands
You lost control; watch it crack
You try to hold it together, your efforts damned
But some how you manage to put it back❞
[Apparition To Others]
Magdalena is five feet tall, rounding off at ten inches, but she's an unhealthy weight of ninety-eight pounds, but no one seems to notice it. She is seen as slender, but if anyone bothers to look close enough they would see how visible her ribcage is, or even how her hip bones jut out at sharp angel. Perhaps it's the stunning smile she flashes to everyone that distracts them, acting as if she is perfectly fine. Or perhaps it's how her sea-green eyes light up as she fools herself into believing one of her own eyes. Some people say her eyes are more green than blue, while others say it's more blue than green. It all depends on the lighting of course, but Magdalena is certain her eyes are green with specks of blue scattered about. Her eyes are the only thing she likes about herself -- her eyes and her hair. Magdalena was lucky to have long and thick hair, that can be a hassle, but is beautiful nonetheless when it frames her face perfectly.
Her skin is rather pale, her coal black hair making her seem paler than she already is, but she doesn't go to tanning saloons to change it. She noticed that when most pale girls went they came back orange, and Magdalena didn't see the appeal in looking orange. In the sun, she pretty much burns, unable to tan, so she has to be careful to wear sunblock whenever she goes outside. Though she is prone to sunburns, Magdalena doesn't really cover up when she goes out during the summer, since it can get really warm, she prefers wearing tank tops and shorts. However, she does believe in dressing modestly, so she's careful not to show off too much skin.
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FC -- Anna Speckhart
[Personality]
”Why are we here again, mommy?”
While Magdalena was born technically healthy, she still spent the first five or so years of her life in and out of the Leiden University medical center with respiratory and lung infections, which she is still prone to now. Though it doesn’t stop her from living her life. In fact, having problems breathing never hindered her as a child, and she would be damned if it kept her from enjoying life now. Though she still is forced to go to the hospital to make sure everything is okay, and functioning the way it’s supposed to, there is no need to really worry because she wasn’t terminally ill, and she wasn’t going to die any time soon. Nope, Magdalena plans on dying at a ripe old age, you know, after she’s been married for hundreds of years, having thousands of kids, and twice as many grandkids—well not really, but you get the picture.
”I’m never going to die. Well, I will someday because I’m not immortal, but not today.”
Perhaps this is why she then grew up to be so feisty and spirited, with an ingrained attempt to hold onto life completely. She is wild and free-willed, not to the point of anything like drinking or drugs, but more the running around in the wilderness and exploring way— a child of nature, not of cities and people. Her body isn’t at its best shape health wise, so why ruin it further with stupid things like drugs and alcohol? And yes, if you do things like that, Magdalena will judge you, but she won’t try to stop you because if you want to destroy your body with shit like that, go right on ahead. She speaks her mind frequently with little to no consequences, except perhaps glares from her classmates and people she doesn’t even know, and it’s caused a few interesting arguments she takes no credit in starting.
”You say I’m beautiful, but I have such a hard time believing that.
I’m sure I am, I don’t want to be one of those girls who are always fishing for compliments…
But I don’t feel beautiful.”
When you first meet Magdalena, you’d think she had the world in the palm of her hands. Striking beauty, good grades, and piles of scholarship money coming her way. Yet, Magdalena always thought differently. It all changed in high school, wasn’t that always the case?
When she entered high school, she realized it was a dog eat dog world. The people she was surrounded by every day seemed to tear each other apart. Why? She never could tell you because she never understood it. She never wanted to be the girl that other people picked apart, but it wasn’t an option, she couldn’t just tell people not to talk about her because that would only make them talk about her more. Magdalena wasn’t fake by any means—unlike most girls at her school. She didn’t believe in plastic surgery, or wearing five hundred pounds of make up every day, or fake spray tans; she was born painfully white, she accepted this with a heavy heart.
”People tell you that beauty isn’t everything…
But that’s a lie.
Beauty is everything.”
Magdalena was honest with everyone but herself, at first. Every day was a battle with her self-esteem. Having a mild illness in her lungs wasn’t enough to bring her down, now she was faced with how cruel girls can be in and out of high school. She watched girls get torn down every single day; girls she thought were pretty, but apparently not pretty enough. Magdalena wouldn’t dare let that happen to her. She couldn’t let that happen to her. If her bad lungs weren’t going to kill her, Magdalena actually believed that high school would be the death of her. She’d compare herself to girls in her school, watching them with their boyfriends and their perfect fashion sense. As much as Magdalena tried to be like them, it never worked in her favor. When she looked in the mirror, she never saw what other people did. Everyone saw her as the brunette with stunning beauty and a personality to match. She never could see what they saw. She never believed what they told her.
”I’m turning into someone I don’t like.
Why?
I don’t know.
I want to stop…
But I don’t know how.”
As she went through high school, her issues seemed to worsen. Year after year, she only grew worse, and a part of her knew it, but that very same part didn’t want to change it. If she ate a little more than she limited herself to for the day, she wouldn’t eat at all the next day. Naturally, she became a liar to keep people from finding out, only to realize that perhaps she was a bit too good of a liar. It became a growing habit. Looking in the mirror, stepping on the scale and food were her worst enemies. At first, she was pleased with the look her newfound hobby had given her. The skinnier she got, the more boys at her high school would notice her. The boys would smile and flirt with her, and she would appear to be pleased with that, but she still felt as if it wasn’t enough. With each day she ignored lunch and dinner without anyone catching on, though it made her feel worse about herself. For some reason, she couldn’t kick the habit of not eating. Yet compared to everyone else, she seemed flawless—as if she could do no wrong. Especially something stupid like that. And that was good enough for her, anything to keep people off her trail.
Magdalena slowly became something she never wanted to be. The expensive clothing, the MAC makeup and the posse of girls she trailed behind was just a start. Nobody knew how disgusting she felt in her own skin. To others, she seemed perfectly fine. That was what was interesting about Magdalena—she hid her secrets extremely well. She could have had anything but let it slip through her fingers due to her self-discomfort.
This only worsened as she went on to attend university.
❝You hold your glass lower and careful
You wonder if it's half-empty, half-full
Now and then you jerk, you pull
You hold your glass lower and careful❞
[Skills]
˙ Lying. She can lie with a smile on her face and you'll never know any better. Magdalena isn't proud of the fact that she is able to lie so well, but by lying she's able to keep people a safe distance away from her so no one would eve find out her secret.
˙ Keeping secrets. Tell her something you don't want repeated to anyone else, and her lips are sealed for the rest of her precious life.
˙ Running. Having been part of track, Magdalena can run far without tiring too quickly. And she can run pretty fast too, if she has the energy for it though.
˙ Building. Surprisingly, Magdalena is quite the craftsman.
˙ Spirit for adventure. Self-explanatory.
[Weaknesses]
˙ Peer pressure. If enough people tell her to do something, she will do it because she feels like she has to in order to fit in.
˙ Self-preservation. As much as Magdalena cares for others, if worse comes to worse, she will put herself first before anyone else.
˙ Suicidal tendencies. There have been time when she has come close to ending her own life, but is too much of a coward to do so. Though, she puts on a happy face, but many dark thoughts swirl around in that pretty, little head of hers.
˙ Eating. She doesn't like to eat even if it weakens her, and wears her out faster.
˙ Fighting. Magdalena isn't strong at all, she doesn't know how to defend herself in a physical fight. If someone were to hit her, or attack her, she would probably just run for it because she wouldn't be able to punch back.
[PART TWO]
❝And then it slips again, shocked
You scramble to fix it, frantic, scared
You feel pitiful, your efforts mocked
Pick it up again? Do you dare?❞
[History]
"Oh how the mighty fall . . . "
Simply by her name it should be obvious that Magdalena’s family isn’t from the States. In fact they are from Munich, Germany to be more specific. Magdalena was born in Germany, but when she had turned three, her family moved to the States in hopes of a better life, a life where Magdalena could grow up without having to pay for her father’s mistakes. Mistakes that would rather be forgotten, but it was only a matter of time before the past caught up with them. In other words, her father had been involved with some shady people, who had come to be a threat to his family; so to ensure the safety of his family, Magdalena's father cut a deal with the government in order to give his daughter a life free of monsters. With his word that he would testify against these bad men her had once dealt with, Magdalena's entire family was relocated to America to start anew and stay hidden as the trials went on. The move was difficult, but her family knew it was their best bet. They weren’t rich in the least, but they weren’t particularly in desperate need of money either. In other words, they were well off, at least for a family with one daughter that meant the world to the two young parents. They couldn't always just buy whatever she wanted, but made sure to keep her healthy and happy.
Growing up in America was quite easy for Magdalena, she still had plenty of time to adjust to the new surrounding, but her parents had a bit harder of a time. It wasn’t easy finding a job in the first place, even with the help of the government, and when her father found one, it was hard for him to fit in because of his accent and the way he naturally was. Although after awhile both mother and father was able to get used to their new way of life, finding a way to blend in, yet sometimes they still stuck out no matter how hard they tried, or how many years passed. You see, Magdalena’s father was a loud man with a very charismatic personality, and that made him many friends, but also drew a lot of unwanted attention towards him. And in turn brought attention to his family. More specifically to little Magdalena, who knew nothing of her father's terrible past. After all, she was much to young to know, though it to were up to her parents, she would never ever know about what their lives were once like.
Even though the family did their best to live in the dark, to stay hidden, it was only a matter of time before they were found.
❝Your glass is cracked and weak
You fake a smile oh so bleak
You need a break, a rest you seek
Your glass is cracked and oh so weak❞
[Relationship with others]
˙Mother -- Vreni Achima Geisler {35}
˙Father -- Alfihar "Alfie" Geisler {39}
˙Best Friend -- Evangeline Louise Bennett {23}
˙Ex-Husband -- Malcolm Carlile {26}
❝And it drops again, it shatters
You can't hold it anymore
You feel life is in dark tatters
So you shut the door❞
[Current Status] Single; recently divorced
[Crush] None; not looking
[Details]
≈ Magdalena is an actress so is often traveling, the airport having become her new home. She hardly spends any time in her little apartment, so she doesn't have any pets because she wouldn't have a single moment to play with them or keep them company. She it's just her, her two large suitcases and her carry on. Her life was all bundled up in luggage. She no longer stays in one place for long, never wanting to form any sort of bond to anyone ever again.
≈ She dropped out of Uni when she got her first role in a small TV series.
≈ The only people who are a constant in her life is her best friend and her parents. Aside from that, she has no one else. And after her divorce, she has convinced herself that she doesn't need anyone else. Just those three people made up her life.
≈ She has a heavy German accent despite growing up in America, but is able to mask it with an American one for any role in a movie that requires it. However, she feels much more comfortable speaking in her German accent, which can make it hard to understand her in interviews, but it seems as if people like it anyways oddly enough.
❝You grab your glass, hold it tight
You're scared as hell; can't see the light
You slit your left wrist and then the right
You fall asleep and say 'goodnight'❞
{UNDER CONSTRUCTION -- just needed to save this spot}
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[ Full Name: ] Darneyious Rebecca Avaley[ Articulation of the Name ] Her name is derived from, Hungarian and partially, Czech. Darneyious stands for" beautiful rose that hasn't shed to its full beauty." Da-rney-ious Re-be-cca Av-al-ey. Her middle name is" Jewish and in the way of how jews go with is if someone, from your mother's or father's side died, and their name starts with a R for then you pick a, name that start's with an R. She just went her mother's grandmother's name which is, Rebecca. It's from her mother's side. Along with having that she, does have a Hebrew name, but very few know it except for, her family and very close friends.
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{ Nick Name(s)}: Ash, Becca, Darney, Don
[ Age ] 19
[ Date/Place/Time of Birth ] February 10th/ Szeged, Hungry/ 03:42 p.m.
[ Gender ] Female
[ Sexuality ] Straight
[ Nationality(ies) ]
Czech- 50%
Hungarian- 100%
Italian- 25%
Israeli- 100%
[ Legal Citizenship(s) ] Hungry, Italy, Israel
[ Reason(s) for going to Hawaii ] Vacation. The other would be is also on her task at hand of taking pictures of the beautiful sceneary on the island. But also the people of the island as it is for the magazine company she works for.
[ Apparition To Others ]
Darneyious's height is quite short compared to her other family members, as her mother is around the height of 5'7'' and her dad is around 6''0 exactly tall. It also has to deal ,with their nationality that makes them either, really tall or really short. Her skin is around, kind of a tan mixed in with olive. So she appears to, look olive skin toned with tints of tan on her. She kind of looks more italian in other ways but, her whole family, is dark in skin tone. Has to deal with where her, family originally came from which is, Israel. Her hair is dark brown and looks quite jet, black in the light as it curls down to her shoulders, and just lays flat against her chest. She does try to once, in awhile have highlights of auburn mixed into it. She has several markings on her body. As the jewish law says"You aren't allowed, to tatto your body as it would be disfiguring how you already, look like and quite personally ruin it."But these markings, are in honor of her parent's and other memories. She has one of a rose on the back, of her neck with little doves on it as it is in honor of her hebrew name. Her hebrew name is"Rebecca". It would mean of a lovely and gorgeous flower and power of, flight and freedom to escape almost anything. She also has a mark on, her of a fleur de le which, is on her left inner wrist. She thought of it personally, has just a symbol for herself.
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Hair color- Jet black
Eye Color-> Dark brown
Height- 5'3''
Distinguished Markings- Her rose mark on the back of her neck, with doves on it, in honor of her hebrew name and the, fleur de le on her left inner wrist.
[ Personality ]
Darneyious is quite a tough girl and even shy at some times. One thing she does admit is she will, watch her back no matter what. She's a tomboy girl at heart and even a half girly girl. The reason you would say she's quite tough is her father is a commander in the, Israeli Army. So you would see where she get's her stubbornness, never give up, and anger from. But then again, Darney isn't always kind hearted or lovely at heart. She has had a terrible past, to make her lose sight of her real persona and now make her, have a double bladed persona. Darney lost her brother in the war and her sister and that's why she's quite sad all the time. You would think she talks to ghosts half of the time. But then again why, would a nineteen year old talk to ghosts when she can go to her brother's grave and pay her respects there? Well maybe simply because she's frankly scared of getting killed because of the war of the, Isreali's vs. the Pakistan's. She has always hated how this war kept raging on and on. She has always had a sad life and that's why you will always, see her with a grim smile and always being, quiet half of the time. Darney how ever does not rather talk a whole lot. Hence why she feels nervous around guys. let's just say she was raped when she was sixteen, witnessed her brother dying or knew of it at least, and having a father whose very strict on who she can date and can't. As you can see, Israeli's are very pushy people and they won't take no for an answer. They won't stop bugging till you agree. except that, Darney is one people who will take no as answer. All she wants is to fit in and if she can do so then that's quite lovely.
[ Skills ]
◘ Her use of weapons and wits. Ever since she grew up in a family of ones who know use of weapons she knows her ways around with a bow and an arrow. Or even how to construct a weapon out of merely anything.
◘ Agility is another one as well as stamina. She has been use to always staying on her feet even when they kill her. As long as she survives and makes it through that's all that matters.
◘ Darney will never back down from a challenge. But also she won't back down if someone's else's life is at risk. It's why she will be stubborn to the bitter end.
[ Weaknesses ]
⚜ Hard to say but it is boys. Let's just say when she was raped she never looked at boys the same way again. She will find it hard to communicate with them but she's trying to do her best with it.
⚜Being a good listener and always thinking someone will turn good is not quite right. She will make sure if someone is her friend or foe right away. If she knows they'll harm her well it will also hurt her. She is sometime's awfully to kind.
⚜ Being quite angered could get her no where when it means your life is at stake.
[ History ]
Darneyious was born originally in, Israel but moved to, Hungry for a partial bit of her time. Her whole life you could say was messed up. Her father was in the, Israeli Army and her mother was in the army as well. Her father the commander and her mother a captain. The worst part of it was she, didn't have any o,r rather a whole lot of family to hang out with. So she had to learn, to do things on her own. When she was young she never, knew what compassion or, exactly kindness was from her very parent's. Since they were always in the war she never knew at all maybe except for some of her brother's and sister's. Besides her family always not being around she always did have friends who lived close and went to school with her. Always living at their house till at times or even on the weekends she can see her parent's again. It was quite fun being with her friends and all but it was only when she was sixteen, but when she met this wonderful, guy in school by the name of, Nicholas she thought he was great, cute, and even delightful. But the littliest and the likiest she knew was this guy would get her into doing drugs and would rape her. She did love him and they got to talking. As her friends knew she didn't spend time with them anymore and only with, Nicholas getting to know him and getting intimate. But he abused her and made her do things against her will. Did she ever even think it would happen? Quite wrong. Well with the way she thought of life being wonderful she wasn't, two steps ahead or thinking, wisely like her parent's told her. When she was at party with, Nicholas she drank and took this drug that she didn't know would hurt her. After the party she went to his place thinking they would be alone and cuddle but quite wrong as he stripped her against her will as she started crying. No one came at all. Not even family. If they did he would beat her to death and do far worse. So she listen and once he was done he left her on the streets to the next day where her parent's and friends found out about it. She had to go straight to the hospital for drugs in her system, alochol, and even for rape. Quite a sad story as you would think. After that thing with him she told herself it would be, harder to ever date or, she would hold out for quite some time. Ever since this day she hasn't forgotten about the rape, the drugs, or even the alochol.
[ Relationship with others ]
✯ Mother- Amanda Rachel Avaley - 36 {Diseased}
✯Father- Mikael Michael Avaley - 38
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✯ Brother- Franco Xavier Avaley - 20
✯ Sister- Eliza Donia Avaley - 16
✯ Friend - Clarissa Zania Robert - 21
✯ Friend - Max Alex Carter - 22
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[ Current Status ] Single
[ Crush ] Open
❝People call me the killer. That I'm emotionless. That my blood is tainted. That I betray everyone. That I prey upon innocent souls. Little do they know...I was an innocent soul once, too.❞
[ Full Name ] Alastair Euan Laird
[ Articulation of the Name ] |a-LUST-ur| |YOO-in| |Layer-d|
✉ Alastair originates from the Greek regions, originally given as a Scottish name. Thus, it became widespread throughout the Anglosphere during the 19th and 20th centuries.
[ Age ] Twenty one. {21}
[ Date/Place/Time of Birth ] Alastair was born in Framlingham, Suffolk on the twentieth of November at the exact stroke of midnight. Rumor has it that at that exact moment he was born, a crow had cawed ominously, marking itself upon him.
[ Gender ] Of masculine origin. {♂ xy}
[ Sexuality] Asexual (view spoiler)
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[ Nationality(ies) ] British, French, Belgian and Swiss.
[ Legal Citizenship(s)] Britain and Switzerland.
[ Reason for going to Hawaii] Due to the extreme amounts of crimes he has committed, he was forced to go to Hawaii as hope to cleanse his psychopathic idiosyncrasies.
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[ Apparition To Others ]
║▌What is it that piques everyone's interest? Is it the hue of his ocular-light cerulean with the slightest recognizable tinge of beige and gray? The obsidian tresses of his hair, artfully disheveled so as to create a plummeting desire in the hearts of the opposite sex? Or maybe the lean and tall build of him- not too skinny yet not too buff. However many ways our dearest antagonist manages to capture the hearts of innocent, young women (and men, possibly), it is quite true that we have on our hands a striking man. Let us hope his personality shall bear us the same.
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❝I'm known as many things. The killer. The sociopath. The legitimate charmer. I could tell you anything, and still, you wouldn't know me.❞
[ Personality]
Alastair is a slightly sententious, alluring young man. He keeps to himself, albeit the fact that he is extremely popular with feminine beings. However, keep in mind that he is not afraid to defend himself -- in fact, he harbors a slight masochism to harm people for unknown reasons; it gives him great pleasure to hear the bloodcurdling shrieks of young women and the more guttural shouts of men.
Alastair is a man of many crimes. His tread marks silently upon his victims, who only draw attention to him with their screams of agony. As implied heavily earlier, Nixon is graced with charming looks -- looks that would send any woman nearby to swoon and sigh in desire. Being a sociopath, Nixon uses them to his advantage; the methods of subtle seductions, luring women into dark alleys with his looks and torturing them mercilessly; murdering them, breaking their bones effortlessly with his hands; whispering harsh things in a sweet manner whilst kissing their necks roughly.
Perhaps it may be because of his early abandonment at a young age or the distorted memories when contemplating of his past, but Nixon is a rock. A rock with no emotions, at least not divulged openly. It takes quite a lot to crack him; he's an obstinate nut. Then again, cracking a nut takes patience. One who would want to try to make him open up his true feelings would have to be extremely patient and win his trust -- trust does not come easily to him as he regards every living organism a traitor turning to the dark side of harming him; an example of his twisted logic.
Intelligent as he may be in thievery, murder, and other sociopathic hobbies, he is useless when concerning academics; the best he knows is how to read and write, writing barely plausible and worthy of a passing grade. Perhaps, he might have been quite smart if granted the opportunity of education, but as he was abandoned at a young age, the only knowledge he gained was in the dark slums, some other rogues taking him in gruffly and teaching him the arts of nefariousness.
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[ Skills ]
☣ Agility: Alastair is not like those with a heavy body build, but he is not to be rendered useless because of that fact. With a lean build, Alastair is one who can manage to stay light and
nimble on his feet, no matter his tall height.
☣Common Sense: While not gifted in academics ,fairly given that he was not introduced to the extreme complexities of trigonometry and the gerunds of English, common sense is certainly one area where Alastair clears up pretty well. It's not something he really needs to think about; it's just...there. In almost any situation, guaranteed, he can come up with a logical solution quite quickly and effortlessly.
☣ Focus: ❝Hey, there's a fly! Watch out; here comes a Frisbee!❞ At any situation, Alastair will not at all be easily steered from his goal. Once he sets his eye on the prize, there's no going back. The world around him will only be a blur; there's nothing stopping him from getting what he wants.
[ Weaknesses ]
☭ Academics: ❝What the hell are permutations?❞ While being bright in terms of common logic, Alastair is quite lacking in the real intellect, the type that requires proficiency in such areas concerning the gestation time of a chicken or how many years the Hundred Years' Wars took place for. It is not that he is stupid; rather, he dismisses academics useless. How will they really help him in his life if he's already doing well right now without the help of knowing trivial facts like so?
☭Trust: No, just no. Trust is an absolutely difficult topic with Alastair. Never in his life would he want to trust someone. No. Perhaps it may be the fear that's embedded deep down inside him, that whoever he chooses to trust would discard him to the side like a used Kleenex, but that's probing too much at Alastair's comfort zone, no matter how reserved or taciturn he is.
☭Innocent Beauties: Alastair cannot stand it when there is a female of utmost innocent beauty in front of him. It makes him envious of the growth a female has, how her parents nurtured her from infant to woman, whence he was abandoned. It is disgusting, the way they throw themselves to the world, to society, in their revealing clothes and innocent tosses of their heads. Thus, this piques him to engage into some not so nice actions, including rape and murder.
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"They come back to me paroxysmally at days when I least expect it. Short, sweet flickers of images of Her, who had nurtured me temporarily. Of Her, who had fed me Her rich milk. Of Her, who had tucked me into bed every night. These memories...they are like the heavy fog descending upon me, reluctantly offering me a view when It passes along, caressing the images at the edges with just the slightest opacity. Each time, the fog is getting closer, hugging the images more and more. Soon, I will see nothing. And my past is gone like the wind that sweeps Them away, deliquesced from my memory. Forever."
[ History]
♛ The detrimental fog, washing over his body, tiny rivulets rolling against his bare skin...There is no protection, no company, nothing that would aid him. It is hard for him to breathe, the ample amounts of oxygen in the air mocking him at his inability to gulp down the necessary ingredient of life...Clouds, they are not in their horizontal, lackadaisical motions...They are getting closer towards him...No, that wasn't possible. How could they fall? Wasn't there something about the law of gravit-...Shut up. You can't stop it. He looks up, recognizing the clouds are not friendly; they are the ones tinged heavily with gray and moisture...Eyes holding an emotion he has forever long purged from his body...Fear...it is coming back...No...stay strong...He is immobilized...his ocular only allowing him to accept the terror that is about to engulf him...
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Darkness.
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They are coming back, the memories...they are coming back more vivid and colourful than he has ever imagined...
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♛ The lovely taste of milk...Being held in safe hands, swaddled in a warm blanket...The melody of a low croon, stagnant yet intricate...Soothing...The murmur of sweet words entering his receptors...His cerulean eyes registering the undying affection held in those parental brown orbs...She is beautiful, ebony hair slightly disheveled, lips pressed into a soft smile, petite yet strong...
And suddenly the smile deliquesced from her face. An unknown emotion creeping into her eyes...desolation? And then..."Sorry! Oh, Alastair! I'm so sorry!" Confusion. Apology for what? Being rocked gently, the song resuming, his eyelids becoming heavy despite his quickly overpowering confusion...
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Darkness once more settles.
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♛ Ten years old and already becoming close to 5 feet. Eyes hardened, never softening for any, not even a kitten who traipses by on its delicate paws. The stench of urine and blood, the cracked walls of the alley...abandoned. Oh, how he cried the first night! "Mum! Mum!" 6 years it took, 6 years to understand...that he was forever alone.
The tears had long stopped. He didn't know when they automatically stopped. When he was 5, 6? He didn't know, he didn't care. They were all meaningless to him, worthless pieces of crap...Fool. He was a fool to believe he was like the other children, guaranteed a warm shelter and good food, unconditional love. Abandoned at an infant's age...he snorted. "Bastard."
It was good he was thrown away like a used Kleenex; he had learned useful things from the gang who adopted him reluctantly. Regardless they weren't a mother, but they weren't complete strangers.
Ah...family. The idea of it, so alien and strange...unforgivable, full of betrayal...Pinching his shoulder hard. Don't think back.
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Darkness befalls yet again.
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Continuation from Upwards ⤴
♛ Sixteen. What had he expected? They would be good chums? Pfft. They were men, for goodness sakes; they weren't loyal. Ditched a second time. It hurts...his cold heart clenching terribly to the foreign feeling of hurt.
He felt a strange wetness on his cheek. Lifting a hand to touch the coolness of his flawless complexion, drawing it back to examine the moisture. Placing the tip of his tongue against his fingers, registering salt.
And immediately, he became rigid once more. "No crying," he ordered himself harshly, silencing further tears like would an army general subduing the chatter of his soldiers.
The soft pitter-patter of the drops of precipitation...rain. Oh, how good it felt against his skin...he closed his eyes, lifting his head to let the form of precipitation caress his eyelids...Bliss, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time...much better than the ecstasy he felt at killing his first victim...Beautiful. And for the first time in his life of 16 years, he could see how life was so wonderful at that moment.
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The obsidian clouds fall gently to obscure the view; darkness yet again strikes.
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Light, sudden light. Paroxysmal, how it appeared. The tight clutching of his shirt, the gasping. He immediately opened his eyes, registering that the sounds, the actions were all his. Beads of perspiration dotted his once-clear forehead. He pushed himself up, leaning the back of his head against the cool wall, relishing the slow fade of the heat he felt, the heat he presumed must simply be radiating from his physique. Nevertheless, he could do nothing but stare above at the cloudless sky.
➳ His life in shatters, a glass window blown to a thousand shards. Those multitude of pieces he knew would haunt him throughout his life, cursed and recalcitrant to be forgotten.
And how he wished at the simple moment that the thousand splendid suns that hid behind Her walls would at last be divulged to him and grace him with glory and an eternity of joy -- the joy he had never felt starting from his childhood, to his adolescence, and still being the mocking cloak which he donned everyday of his present life.
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[ Relationship with others]
✄ None to be found; Alastair, as happened to be abandoned at nearly an infantile age, can not recall names. Only flickering images shall be granted to him when reminiscing back to his life and even they are starting to fade.
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[ Current Status] Single, though he does not have the least bit interest of experiencing intimacy.
[ Crush] None to be said; none to be chosen, either.
[ Details] On the 15th of October, Alastair was spotted in his daily crime of shoplifting, scavenging for food. He was arrested, pressed on trial, and sentenced to doing service hours as he, as they presumed, was still only a juvenile delinquent. Oh, how wrong were they.
♛ Sixteen. What had he expected? They would be good chums? Pfft. They were men, for goodness sakes; they weren't loyal. Ditched a second time. It hurts...his cold heart clenching terribly to the foreign feeling of hurt.
He felt a strange wetness on his cheek. Lifting a hand to touch the coolness of his flawless complexion, drawing it back to examine the moisture. Placing the tip of his tongue against his fingers, registering salt.
And immediately, he became rigid once more. "No crying," he ordered himself harshly, silencing further tears like would an army general subduing the chatter of his soldiers.
The soft pitter-patter of the drops of precipitation...rain. Oh, how good it felt against his skin...he closed his eyes, lifting his head to let the form of precipitation caress his eyelids...Bliss, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time...much better than the ecstasy he felt at killing his first victim...Beautiful. And for the first time in his life of 16 years, he could see how life was so wonderful at that moment.
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The obsidian clouds fall gently to obscure the view; darkness yet again strikes.
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Light, sudden light. Paroxysmal, how it appeared. The tight clutching of his shirt, the gasping. He immediately opened his eyes, registering that the sounds, the actions were all his. Beads of perspiration dotted his once-clear forehead. He pushed himself up, leaning the back of his head against the cool wall, relishing the slow fade of the heat he felt, the heat he presumed must simply be radiating from his physique. Nevertheless, he could do nothing but stare above at the cloudless sky.
➳ His life in shatters, a glass window blown to a thousand shards. Those multitude of pieces he knew would haunt him throughout his life, cursed and recalcitrant to be forgotten.
And how he wished at the simple moment that the thousand splendid suns that hid behind Her walls would at last be divulged to him and grace him with glory and an eternity of joy -- the joy he had never felt starting from his childhood, to his adolescence, and still being the mocking cloak which he donned everyday of his present life.
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[ Relationship with others]
✄ None to be found; Alastair, as happened to be abandoned at nearly an infantile age, can not recall names. Only flickering images shall be granted to him when reminiscing back to his life and even they are starting to fade.
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[ Current Status] Single, though he does not have the least bit interest of experiencing intimacy.
[ Crush] None to be said; none to be chosen, either.
[ Details] On the 15th of October, Alastair was spotted in his daily crime of shoplifting, scavenging for food. He was arrested, pressed on trial, and sentenced to doing service hours as he, as they presumed, was still only a juvenile delinquent. Oh, how wrong were they.
[ Full Name ] Mikael Kalona Xavier{ Nick Name(s) : } Kalona, Keenan, Alex
[ Articulation of the Name ] Mik-ae-l Ka-lo-na
Xa-vi-er
[ Age ] Twenty- two 22
[ Date/Place/Time of Birth
[ Gender ] Male
[ Sexuality] Straight
[ Nationality(ies) ]
British -53%
Swedish- 27%
Brazilian 100%
French 94%
[ Legal Citizenship(s)] Britian, France, Sweden, Brazil, France
[ Reason(s) for going to Hawaii]
☼ Surfing
☼ Photography
☼ Vacation
[ Apparition To Others ]
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Hair Color - Dark Brown
Eye Color - Brown
Height - 6'2''
Distinguished Features - His smile and his eyes are for one as he always draws attention from girls.
[ Personality]
[ Skills ]
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[ Weaknesses ]
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[ History]
[ Relationship with others]
✯ Mother- Samila Xavier
✯ Father- David Xavier
✯ Brother- Christian Xavier
✯ Sister- Nora Xavier
✯ Friend- Camilla Zanither
✯ Friend- Maliak Robert's
[ Current Status] Snigle
[ Crush] Open
[ Details]
Under Construction
Mainly just face claiming right now
[Full Name] Daniel Ilios Caldwell[Articulation of the Name] Dan-EE-l Il-EE-os Cal-dwell
[Age] 20
[Date/Place/Time of Birth] January 13th, 1994, somewhere in Greenland, 2:06am.
[Gender] Female.
[Sexuality] Bisexual, probably. Has been single for a long time and isn't too sure herself any more.
[Nationality(ies)] 1/4 Australian, 1/4 English, 1/4 French and the rest is a mystery.
[Legal Citizenship(s)] English.
[ Reason(s) for going to Hawaii] She was taking a short vacation before her final year of university.
[Apparition To Others]
[Personality]
At first glance Daniel isn't someone you'd want at a party. Her smiles are few and far between, usually brought on by only a few selected people. She can usually be seen avoiding people in general unless necessary, holing herself up in the nearest studio or library for hours at a time. She is often assumed to be serious and/ or shy and therefore avoided by the general population. However, those who somehow get to know her find this is not the case at all.
Daniel isn't shy in the least. Never has been, in fact, remotely uncomfortable with interacting with people or speaking her mind in a rather blunt philosphy that people deserved the truth. If someone strikes up a conversation with her she will readily respond in the quiet manner of hers. Biting remarks formed from innocently brutal honesty are often missed until hours later as she almost never raises her voice, retaining what seems to be infinite patience with those who insist on staying around her.
When Daniel does get animated, however, it's a site to behold. This occurence is usually only brought on when she talks about her work, eyes lighting up and words flowing far more than they would otherwise. She is the epitome of what you would call a 'listener, not talker'. There have, in fact, been a few occasions in which she has lost her temper, which can be summed up by watching a video of a firework explode. It might take a long and steady build up, but once Daniel has her mind set on something gods help anyone who gets in her way. It's best just to hope that something isn't your demise.
As mentioned below, Daniel is a very independent person, for obvious reasons. She always opts for the path that requires the least assistance and interaction with others- not out of any malice, simply because it is less trouble on herself and others. However, despite drifting away from direct interaction, she prefers to surround herself with the company of people rather than remaining completely on her own. Not only does she enjoy observing the people around her, but may perhaps feel a twinge of loneliness when there's nobody to be found.
On closer inspection, Daniel still isn't the type of person to get invited to parties.
[Skills]
Sass- is sass a skill? When she does actually voice words Daniel is quite an eloquent speaker, and has something in her that people tend to listen to.
Her exceptional fashion sense, of course. Really though, this can probably be traced back to her unwavering ability to see the good in people, whether it's purely physical or personality-based. Her course was also pretty helpful in the way of creating things with her hands, too.
In what is totally not stubbornness, once Daniel digs her feet in she will not let go until given an excellent reason to. This means it's hard to shake her and she tends to take everything into her stride. She remains calm through most, if not all situations despite the danger she or others might be in.
As an honours student it's safe to say she's pretty smart. Although she doesn't excel in particular areas other than design, her mathematics and general problem-solving skills are above average too.
She's more than used to fending for her self and is comfortable in acting independently.
[Weaknesses]
Physically, Daniel isn't particularly exceptional. Although she's surprisingly strong, her fitness leaves a lot to be desired and she tends to shy away from anything vaguely sport-related. Stopping short of being actually chubby but what isn't exactly skinny, she has always been referred to as a 'curvy' girl.
Alright, so maybe she can be a bit stubborn at times too. She has a low level of patience for certain people- bullies, the narrow minded and her father just to name a few- that will more often lead to acidic remarks than anything else.
Daniel tends to only trust a select few people. In hand with her stubbornness she will generally never ask for help unless absolutely necessary, and is immediately suspicious of anyone who offers.
Ironically, she actually gets lonely easily, though will never freely admit it.
Is also pretty oblivious to the workings of any form of 'normal' relationship, romantic or otherwise.
[History]
Daniel was raised as a penguin. No, really, just keep reading. As mentioned before, her mother gave birth to her in an obscure village in Greenland with only a small hospital to offer security. Once the baby was old enough to travel they relocated to yet another obscure town in England where the little girl and her mother lived out the first 3 years of her life. In a then surprising, now very normalised event, on Daniel's third Christmas her father returned from his long and very adventurous travels around the globe to take care of his stranger of a daughter. At first highly unhappy with this turn of events, the child's fears only worsened when her mother announced she was "leaving now, dear" and did just that. However, unlike her normal trips to the shops, this absence lasted 2 miserable years, including a short stint living in Ireland.
In a process that took a significant number of years, Daniel finally got used to her absurd lifestyle of being shuttled around the globe and between parents. The two's relationship perpetually confused her once she was old enough to realise its abnormality, as although they were still legally married and seemed to be on great terms, they never settled down with their only child like her few friends' parents all seemed to.
Needless to say, this wasn't the most healthy way for a child to grow up in. Although she was comfortable enough with Mark and Georgina- never mum and dad, that just felt weird- their constant travelling never left much time to interact like a normal human being, resulting in her odd mannerisms and social skills. It did, however, allow her to focus on study and breeze through whatever school she was sent to next. Being fluent in both English and French, as well as dabbling in Japanese and Italian didn't hurt either. She first realised her love for fashion when thirteen years old and staring into some back-alley shop in Paris with the snow falling around her, waiting for her father (as she had for the last fifteen minutes, darn him). It suddenly occurred to her that one day she wouldn't have to travel any more, and that one day she wanted to make things like the dress before her. This she relayed solemnly to Mark five minutes later, announcing that she was studying fashion here and he could leave her behind if he was that desperate.
And that's how, for four years, Daniel finally settled down in Paris with either parent taking turns every year or two, to get through her high school years. With the exception of multiple trips back to England and even a few months on exchange there, it was the longest period she'd spent in any one place. After being offered a scholarship at a university near London, she moved into the dorms there and continued on to again make a total of 0 friends but managed to get through 3 of her 4 university years. Before the final year she took a break in first Australia then Hawaii, which is what led to her appearance on the doomed plane.
[Relationship with others]
~ Georgina Caldwell (mother)
~ Mark Caldwell (father)
[Current Status]
Very much single.
[Crush]
None.
[Details] Has a fear of cats and being unable to see but is able to sit dead-still and stargaze for hours on end.
[ Full Name ]Akiyana Miskiara Fukumoto[ Articulation of the Name ] Aki-yana Miski-ara Fuku-moto
[ Age ] 17
[ Date/Place/Time of Birth ] June 30th / 4:00 pm / Tokyo, Japan
[ Gender ] Female
[ Sexuality] Straight
[ Nationality(ies) ] Japanese
[ Legal Citizenship(s)] America and Japan
[ Reason(s) for going to Hawaii] To live with her aunt
[ Apparition To Others ]
[ Personality] She is protective and outgoing but shy when you first meet her. She is loving and friendly. She loves being around others. She is fun-loving and creative. She is one of a kind and she would do anything to keep her family together. She is the kind of girl who is doing almost anything to keep her friends together. (Six sentences minimum)
[ Skills ]
+ Hunting
+ Fighting
+ Making friends
+ Building
[ Weaknesses ]
- Losing family
- Hiromichi
- softball
[ History]Kikie was born in Tokyo, Japan as the second born in her family. Her family is well known in Japan and America. She was 3 when she moved to a town. She was going to live with her aunt when the plane crashed. She is a Cheerleader and loves making friends. She spends a lot of her time playing Dungeons and Dragons with her friends. She spends time reading through all the books on her own. She tends to be the less spoken one unless you get to know her then she talks normally.
[ Relationship with others]
Family:
Allyana Fukumoto (Model, Mother) - DECEASED
Kiko Fukumoto (Model, Father) - Deceased
Aunt Marianaye (Painter, Aunt on father's side) - Deceased
Hiromichi Fukumoto (Older Brother , 21 years old , Open for creation )
Katsumi Fukumoto (Cousin , 19 years old , Open for creation)
[ Current Status] Single
[ Crush] Open
[ Details] She has a fear of small spaces and wears a necklace of gold all the time. She is Japanese and has dark brown hair. She has brown eyes as well that are sparkling and bright. She can be found with Katsumi or Hiromichi by her side.
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