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Name: Arietta Calypso d'Audriue
Meaning of Name:
The name Arietta is an English baby name. In English the meaning of the name Arietta is: Melody.

SoulUrge Number: 7
People with this name have a deep inner need for quiet, and a desire to understand and analyze the world they live in, and to learn the deeper truths.

Expression Number: 11
People with this name tend to be idealistic, highly immaginative, intuitive, and spiritual. They seek after spiritual truth and often find it. They tend to be visionary and may inspire others. If they fail to develop their potential, they may become dreamers, or misuse power.

Nickname: Aria, Etta




Age: 21
Caste: Five
Province: Baffin
Occupation: Dancer
Affiliation: Illea


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Description:
Arietta looks very much as her mother did in her younger years, with smooth, pale skin and large, wide eyes. Her eyes are a sparkly, sea foam blue, and said to be her best feature, although she does not believe any of her features are particularly endearing. Her hair is a lovely, deep red, but on occasion she has been know to dye it a pale blonde, and it falls in lazy waves to just below her shoulders. She is very slim, with soft muscles. She has been told, much to her annoyance, several times from her younger brother's friends that she has a 'dancer booty.' She understands this is a compliment, although rather vulgar one.


Personality:
Arietta had always been taught to keep her feeling to herself.So this is exactly what she does. She bottles up all her emotions and bites back her smart remarks. Well...she tries, at least. Around her mother, she barely speaks.
Her mother has been very emotionally abusive to her entire life, pressuring her to be a good a dancer as she once was. Because of this, she is always very precise and meticulous in her work, especially when it comes to dancing.
But Arietta has her fiery side as well. While she rarely speaks her comments, she often writes them down in a journal, and good Lord, is she witty. If she is ever seen with a wry little smile on her lips, it means she is thinking of something clever. When she becomes comfortable around someone, she truly opens up and shares her thoughts. Usually, when this happens, they end up laughing for hours.

History:


Youth:
Arietta grew up with both of her parents. She was a daddy's girl, through and through, for her father always focused on his daughter's happiness. Her mother, on the other hand, was very controlling. She saw to it that her daughter was formally trained, as she was, in the art of dance, and in piano. Her mother had been a dancer, professionally, before she became pregnant with Arietta. Because of the birth, she was no longer in shape to dance, so she decided to live out her dream vicariously through her daughter's life.
Arietta began dancing before she could even walk properly. It was a very laborious process, and she wanted to quit. But her mother, of course, had other plans. The training increased. Arietta quickly drew an affinity for ballet, the only place she could let her emotions out. Her father was her other outlet for emotions. But all was unwell...
Her father came down with a fatal bone marrow disease. It wasn't genetic. It had nothing to do with his line of work, which was a manager for the famous, it just appeared one day, and then he was gone. Dead. His bones too brittle to hold his body together anymore.
This destroyed Arietta, who was the tender age of 10 years old. Her mother was also upset, terribly so, but she took it out on her daughter. Her son, who was three years younger, she babied, for he looked ever so much like her late husband. Arietta, on the other hand, was punished. She was always "too fat," "too lazy," too this, too that. There was no end to the words that came out her mother's mouth. And with every year which passed, as her status among dancers grew, her love for herself faltered.


The Fall:


Arietta's beautiful dancing became her key to fame. She began performing solo acts at the age of 12, working with dance companies and starring in shows. She loved to dance. She loved simply to get out of the house. It felt like she actually meant something, up there on that stage, with the spotlight on her. And when people would rise and clap for her at the end of her performance, she felt something warm in her heart.
But it seems Arietta's fate was turned ill. In one of her performances, an intricate act had to be performed. A leap, where she would jump from a high platform into the arms of another member below. They had practiced this move several times before the show was to open, and Arietta trusted her team more than any others.
So she performed. And upon that platform, the 14 year old girl slipped. And instead of leaping, she fell, fell short of her team and no one was there to catch her. She was injured, one ankle twisted terribly, her wrists both sprained, but her pride was the thing which was most injured.
She was rushed off stage, the entire tour canceled. And in the hospital, when her body was being examined, she could see her mother outside the room, studying her daughter as if she were a science experiment. Arietta lost her drive to dance.

The Rise:
For two years, Arietta refused to dance, refused to even entire a studio. Her mother, of course, told everyone she was simply in therapy, training to return to the spotlight.
It was when she was 16, she finally had enough. She had gotten through the sitting, the waiting, the hope that something out there would make her feel whole again.
So she returned to dance, with more passion that she had ever had for the art. She leaped from job to job, holding a slew of roles in the shortest time span she could manage. She began a hot commodity, one of the most recognized dancers there was, especially for her age. But the fame had no affect on the red-head, all she cared about was getting to dance.



The first time Arietta saw Prince Oliver, she was on tour. She didn't think he knew she saw him, not from her position on stage. It was typical for the royal family to attend famed performances, and theirs had gotten quite the exceptional review. She was only 19 at the time, but when she saw Oliver, it felt as if her soul just...sighed. A relaxing "oh. there you are. I've been waiting." Of course, she could not actually say a word to him, or anyone. She simply performed her solo dance, a morning, sad song, which she threw herself into with a passion she never before had given. When she finished, she was exhausted and breathing deeply, and she was happy. She got a standing ovation, but all she really cared about was the smile on the prince's face.

So when his Selection came up, of course she entered. She never expected to actually be chosen. For a moment,she thought perhaps he recognized her, but pushed the thought out of her mind. That would be too perfect, after all, and her life clearly wasn't a fairy tale.

Family:

Father:
Edward Laurence d'Audrieu
Age: 47(deceased).
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Mother:
AnnaLisa Ebony d'Audrieu
Age: 40
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Likes:
+Rain Storms
+Dancing
+Kittens
+Writing down her thoughts

Dislikes:
-Her mother
-Memories of her father
-People speaking down to her


Other:

✧ 19 ✧ female ✧ heterosexual ✧ kiki palmer ✧ two ✧ actress ✧ allens ✧

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Mattie seems like a kind girl when you first meet her, but once you see what happens when she is denied something that she wants, well, you will wish that you hadn't been there. She is slightly spoiled and wants everything in her life to be perfect. She strives for perfection in every way. When she gets what she wants, Mattie can be kind. But don't try to get too close because she is a fair weather friend.

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Mattie is the daughter of a model and an actor. She grew up in the spotlight and started modeling when she was barely a year old. Modeling is all she's ever known and she loves it. She loves the clothes that she gets to wear. But most of all, she loves the attention she gets wherever she goes. Now that she has been chosen for the Selection, her ego has swollen even more.

Mattie is the only daughter, with two older brothers and one younger. She wished that her mother would have a little girl when she was pregnant with her younger sibling and was disappointed when it was not. She pouted for several days until he cried one day and she was the one to go to him. When he smiled at seeing her face, she softened towards him. She still wishes that she had a sister, and sees the potential of having one if she marries the prince.

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❤mother: cheryl
❤father: ralph
❤brothers:

~eldest: alex
~second eldest: jaden
~younger: spencer

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female × eighteen × oct. xiv × single ( bisexual ) × ottaro ( 3 )
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tina tamashiro × coal brown × raven black × five two × one forty-four

p e r s o n a l i t y ⇢ broken bones and promises

[ t ] here is something amiss behind the seemingly sweet and innocent smile of one Persephone Wesley. Her mind, a deranged dreamscape of despair, has never worked the same as another person's. She feels the same things, yes, but the logical responses may not seem all too logical in her mind. In fact, her reactions may just be what has ever tipped anyone off to her difference. Grief, a time of mourning--she craves it and feeds off of it. It's much like she feeds off the negativity of other, and releases it back. Most of the twisted things she can come up with have had a consequence on those around her. But, one thing that you can count on aside from her deranged nature is her word. She doesn't break promises; those are sacred in her eyes, and she worships those who can keep them.

Persephone has exhibited a god complex, and not too lightly. Her quiet demeanor is what she perceives to be her godly observance. She longs to be worshiped, to be deemed holy in the sight of others. In this respect, she feels that she is quite powerful. Her arrogance is played off as determination by those around her, as a simple stroke of optimism for a simple girl. But, they're very clearly wrong. She thinks that she has everyone in the palm of her hand. She may be right as her facade of simplicity and naivety has been known to drawn people to her like moths to their final flame. But, she has just the smallest underlying fear of being left behind in her desires, of being forgotten.

There is nothing left when one strips her down to the core. She's an empty little girl looking to fill herself. She wishes to be "better", but her better is something different from what you or I have in mind. And, in that sense, she finds herself drawn to what is seen as perverse, and it's dismissed as curiosity gone awry. Curiosity, my dears, is not what she suffers from; it's a deep inclination of morbidity, of violence and gore and the nefarious creepings in the dark. That is what she suffers from, on the deepest level, in every cell in her body.

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[ fixations ] darkness, black cats, mice, spiders, the color red
[ abhorrences ] dogs, summer, pink, long hair
[ specialties ] singing, deception
[ kryptonite ] her god complex
[ interests ] watching horror movies, harming small animals, grave visiting
[ weaponry ]

r e c o l l e t i o n s ⇢ your only hope is evil

[ m ] ichal Wesley was a sane man. Or so everyone thought. He was truly dedicated to his work as a doctor, a blessing to his field. He wanted to change the world with his every medical discovery, and thus placed high expectations on himself. This included his love for Avengaline Lyos, a woman he'd been doing a case study on. She was, in a word, delirious. Dehydrated, ravenous, and yet logically stable. She was a perfect shell to pass as sane, but corrupted and decaying on the inside. She persuaded the beguiled Michal to marry her, despite what might happen to him caste wise. He complied all too eagerly, and realized his mistake far too late--Ave informed him that he was the father of her child, a single cell multiplying in her womb. He broke down at the prospect of making new life, and found himself stuck with a creature no more woman than he was free.

Effectively, Persephone's father was awestruck and filled with a seething hatred at the sight of her. She never knew why, but his lip would curl when he called her name, his eyes narrowing as he caught sight of her bob. Her mother fell ill, and her father assisted her pain. She watched as he pumped her full of drugs, then took her off them suddenly and without explanation. It was a depraved cycle they repeated, vicious and so beautifully passionate. Persephone, however, was fascinated by it.

She didn't shy away from her mother's hoarse screams; she found it to be music. She sang to the tune of suffering and danced to the melody of torture. Her father, though, became away of his actions, as if awoken from a long-standing nightmare. He let Ave slip away peacefully in her sleep, only for her to come back after a moment and die choking on drugs and drowning in the fluids that should have relieved her of her pain. Her suffering, already prolonged by six long years, went on for three more hours before her body ceased moving and the room she lay in became a silent void of pained life. Michal sealed the room off, and Persephone never saw the beautiful birds of death on the walls again.

Aside from watching her mother die slowly, Persephone had another brush with the afterlife's fastest transport. She fell from a tree, attempting to reach a ribbon she'd lost to the wind. Her head connected with the hard ground first, taking the rest of her weight. Her skull, tiny and fragile, split open. She should have died, they all said. Part of her, they all thought, did. Of course one would think such a thing, when they could see the pulsing of her brain in a small pond of crimson.

She didn't wake up for two months, and they considered pulling the plug. Her father, even in his grief, held on to the hatred that was brought forth upon the sight of her. And thus, he wanted her to suffer in a special kind of oblivion. She'll always thank him for it, because his choice had given her ample time to wake up as she recovered. The swelling of her brain went down, her skull healed somewhat, and her eyes opened with all the frightening speed of hounds out of hell. They asked her how she felt, and she told them what she saw. And then she looked to her father and she had a message for him.

Her mother said hello, and she'll see him soon.

Her father, hatred renewed and fear kindled, didn't bother to see her for the rest of her recovery. At thirteen years old, she was already quite small. Persephone was thought to have been nine or ten, and she played along. Six months went by before her doctors saw the inconsistency and corrected themselves, and she wasn't treated the same. She thought her little game had been fun, and thought of ways to extend it. But, puberty was not so kind. She grew slightly taller, and while still small, framed as though she were some mythical creature of attraction with delicate curves and sighing vocals.

But, she wanted to continue her games no less, and she got her way. She led a poor man astray, preying on what he wanted most. She watched nurses weep as she revealed the bitter truth of nothingness that would await them. To her, it started as good fun, and became a play of power. She became a god, a being of such absolution that none would be free of her whispered damnation.

The prospect of Selection was brought up by her father some years later. He wanted to pawn off his problem, and he made it very clear to the raven haired girl. Michal had watched too many people fall into depression all for the sake of a game, but couldn't face the monster that had inadvertently sprung from his loins. She was, unfortunately, still of his blood, still of his flesh. Her creation was his fault. He was Frankenstien, and she was his monster. He cursed her daily, to which she'd only watch curiously and ask him to do it again.

While no one could see this from the outside, saw only a stressed out single father and a daughter that had been comatose for two months, Michal suffered in silence. It drove him mad, and thus he signed her away. When it had been finalized that she'd be in the Selection, he took a gun and closed the curtain on the tragedy of a play he'd been cast in. Persephone observed from her front row seat with a muted glee and loud appreciation for his dramatic flair.

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  ▽ mother -- avengaline wesley
  ▽ father -- michal wesley
[ external ]
  ▽ competition -- other selected girls
  ▽ friends -- open
  ▽ objective --

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☯Lily/Siri☯17☯September 24th☯Midnight☯Summer☯Lucy Hale☯



☯Female☯Caste 2☯Ab-☯PanromaticBisexual☯Female☯Singer☯


Likes:Animals Singing Dancing Writing Reading Piano Guitar Chocolate Swimming Acting
Dislikes:Liars Disloyalty Bugs Spiders Hypocrites Math Snobs Gossip/Rumors Rain/Snow/Cold Weather Bullies
Job/Occupation:Famous Singer







Personality:
Lily loves anything that has to do with music. She loves singing, dancing, playing instruments and just sitting back and listening to music as she relaxes. Lily loves to just sit back and relax after a hard and stressful day. Sometimes she likes to joke about how she likes to do nothing. Lily isn’t a lazy person by any means but sometimes she likes to just take a day or two off and spend time submersed in her music, or her writing, or her reading, or her art. Lily is an avid reader and writer and loves anything to do with the arts, from sketching, to painting, to photographing. As a person Lily has always been very protective of her friends and family, kinda like a mama bear. Hurt someone she cares about and that’s when her temper comes out to play. She doesn’t get angry often or easily so when she does most people know it’s best to just stay clear of her. Her protectiveness and loyalty to the people she loves knows no bounds and she would do anything anything to keep those people safe and happy. Even if that means dying. Even if that means killing. When it comes to love Lily is utterly and completely hopeless. She’s a hopeless romantic that loves love. She falls in love quickly and when she does she gives her whole heart and soul into that love. It’s why when she gets hurt or betrayed she isn’t just sad, she totally and completely heartbroken, she devastated and becomes depressed. She’s had her heart broken a few times before and each time it just gets harder. But don’t let her naivety when it comes to love fool you. When it comes the rest of the world she is anything, but naive. She is actually quite intelligent. As well as being intelligent Lily is actually a little bit OCD about how things are organized and making sure everything is in its rightful place just right. If it’s not it bothers her more than it probably should. Lily also has a tendency to do before she thinks which often times get’s her in trouble. Despite being intelligent she often times lets her emotions rule her over that intelligence which she knows isn’t always the brightest thing to do, but it can’t be helped. She also a very determined person and does not like to give up ever. Most people would call her stubborn and she knows it. She’s always been a stubborn person refusing to just give up because something isn’t easy. If it’s possible she’ll find a way to do it; end of story. Though she’s often times stubborn and very determined Lily will sometimes let her fears and her anxiety get in the way of what she wants because she’s too afraid even if she logically knows there’s nothing for her to fear. Lily also has an inability to lie. Lily is a terrible liar and she knows. She’s always valued honesty though to the point of sometimes being too blunt which comes along with her saying before she thinks things through. Not in spite of all this seriousness. Lily isn’t that serious of a person. She ridiculously sarcastic to the point where it seems like it's her first language and she’s always ready for a good joke whether it’s inappropriate or just plain funny.







History:
I grew up with a pretty normal family for the most part. Older brother, twin brother two younger brothers and two younger sisters and well a mom and dad. I've lived my whole life in the Province of Summer with my family and close friends. It was actually at the age of 5 that I met my long time best friend Samantha Lorens or Sammy as everyone now calls her since I gave her that nickname when we were kids because Samantha was just something I couldn’t pronounce. It was through our mothers that Sammy and I met since our parents had been long time friends since they were both music producers. It was actually in the 1st grade that the two of us met our other long time friends Quincy and Maria. Sammy’s dad was a lawyer. Quincy’s parents were both firefighters along with my father and worked at the same fire station. Maria’s parents on the other hand were both doctors at the local hospital.

Now since both Sammy and I’s moms were both music producer we often traveled a lot with them as they traveled with their clients around Illea. Which was something I loved to do. It was because of that I developed the love of music I still have today. I’d been surrounded by music my whole life. Still am for that matter. I’ve been playing the piano since I was 6 had lessons from the age of 6-9 actually and in that time at the age of 7 I was also learning how to play the guitar. Sammy went to piano lessons with me as well, but choose not to learn the guitar when the first time she tried to play one she broke a few of the strings. It was actually my love of music that got me where I am today as a somewhat famous singer. See the first time Sammy’s mom, my surrogate aunt and also my mom’s best friend, heard me sing she decided she wanted to be my music producer. It took a little convincing but eventually she did it. So at the age of 13 I started performing my music.

It was actually at the age of 13 when I started my music career as a singer mostly that my mom died. You see what happened was when it was confirmed that I was on track to possibly becoming a famous singer my family and I went out to dinner to celebrate. All of use except my mom that is. She told us she was staying home because she didn’t feel well. We offered to go another night when she was feeling better, but she insisted that all of us go. So we did. And we had a blast and I was so excited and well nervous as well. But that all went down the drain when we got home. See I was the one who found my mom lying dead in her bed surrounded by her own blood. To say I was in shock and completely horrified would be an understatement. I remember opening the bedroom door about to say something to her when I froze in the doorway my mouth still open to tell her how are night went and ask her how she was feeling. I couldn’t help but stare and not only her body which was still recognizable as her but barely since whoever had killed her had obviously used a knife to cut up her entire body head to toe. I also couldn’t take my eyes of the words above her bed obviously written in her own blood. Words that would haunt my nightmares and my waking life. Words that would be with me forever. Words that still haunted me everywhere I went. Words that said: “Tick tock, tick tock, the clock struck midnight and your time is up!” I don’t remember the rest of that night very well. Just that when the shock wore off I screamed and my dad, older brother and twin brother Lucas came running. My dad telling my older brother to keep my younger siblings away from here. Him telling Lucas to get me out of here while he called the cops. And the rest is a blur. The night, the funeral was all a blur. All I know is that the official cause of death was blood loss not the knife puncture to her heart and that the killer still hasn’t been found.

I continued on with my plan to be a singer. Yeah the gossip about what happened to the new famous 13 year singer was at an all time high. And when asked why I was continuing on with the career path I told people it was because my mom would have wanted me to. She wouldn’t have wanted me to just give up and quit. So even now my career is still going strong and I’m glad I didn’t quit because I love it and it's definitely a great escape when I need one. So I travel when I need to with my surrogate aunt and my best friend, but still spend enough time at home with the rest of my friends and family.

Now I’m 17 and apart of the selection with no idea what's going to happen and to be honest I'm extremely nervous. I remember being young and asking my mom if she had ever been apart of one and her telling me no because at the time she wasn’t the right age and how she was glad she wasn’t because now she had us kids and my father. I asked her if she thought I should join the selection when I got older since even then I knew I’d have to chance and she told me to do what I wanted to do. I’ll be honest over the years I had kinda forgotten about the selection or more like forgotten I was the right age to participate in the selection. Well until my friends started talking about it and whether or not they were gonna participate. They had decided to try. It was through them that I actually decided to. Well after some convincing. At first I had been mostly against it because I hadn’t wanted to leave my family, but after my father telling me to participate only if I wanted to did I decide to. My twin brother Lucas though tried to talk me out of it. Not surprising since he’s always been overprotective of me even more so since mom was killed. When I stubbornly refused to be persuaded not to participate my twin decided he couldn't persuade me to change my mind so he left me alone. So now I am one of the selected and my friends have wished me good luck despite not being the selected for our province themselves.







Family:
Mom:Anastasia “Ana/Stasia” Bethany Johnson-Deceased[30]{9/10}
Dad:Alexander “Alex” James Johnson-Alive[32]{9/10}
Older Brother:Nicolas “Nico/Nic” Malachi Johnson-Alive[19]{7/10}
Twin Brother:Lucas James Johnson-Alive[17[{10/10}
Younger Brother: Theodore “Theo/Teddy” Jonathan Johnson-Alive[12]{10/10}
Youngest Brother:James “Jamie” William Johnson-Alive[8]{10/10}
Younger Sister:Claire ”Bell” Isabelle Johnson-Alive[15]{10/10}
Youngest Sister:Melody “Mel” Nicolette Johnson-Alive[5]{10/10}

Part 2
Sexuality:Panromantic-Bisexual
Relationship status:Single

Belongings:
Her Journal she writes in everyday & has all her thoughts
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The Journal was given to her by her mom on her 8th birthday

A Blue Charm Bracelet she never takes off her wrist
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Her mom gave it to her when she was a little girl of 5

A Bracelet her twin brother made for her when they were 4 years old
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Brother has matching red and white one & they never take them off

A necklace locket given to her on her 15th birthday by her three closest friends
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The inside of the locker has a picture of the 4 of them together & a friend quote
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Skills:
Singing{10/10}(view spoiler)[She’s been surrounded by her mom's music business for over half of her life since her mom was a music producers before she died. Her mom’s best friend and her surrogate aunt is also a music producer so even today she is still surrounded by music (hide spoiler)]
Dancing{10/10}(view spoiler)[Started ballet with her best friend Sadie when she was 5 and has been dancing ever since. (hide spoiler)]
Writing{9/10}(view spoiler)[Her surrogate uncle her surrogate aunt’s husband is a writer and has been helping her with her writing since she was able to write. (hide spoiler)]
Guitar{10/10}(view spoiler)[She learned to play guitar from her mom when she 7 years old (hide spoiler)]
Piano{10/10}(view spoiler)[She took piano lessons from the ages of 6-9 (hide spoiler)]
Cooking{7/10}(view spoiler)[Her mom and her surrogate aunt have been teacher her how to cook since she was 8. (hide spoiler)]
Acting{8/10}(view spoiler)[She’s been in her school’s drama department as an actress since she was 8. (hide spoiler)]
Hiding Negative Emotions{10/10}(view spoiler)[She’s been hiding her emotions since her mom died when she was 10 using her acting skills (hide spoiler)]
Swimming{10/10}(view spoiler)[Her dad taught her how to swim when she was 6 and her and her close friend Maria have been on the schools swim teams since middle school. (hide spoiler)]

Weaknesses:
Phobias(view spoiler)[Most of her phobias scare her so much she freezes in fear (hide spoiler)]
Math(view spoiler)[Math just doesn’t make sense to her. Sure she can add, subtract, multiply and divide, but beyond that she can be relatively hopeless (hide spoiler)]
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Phobias:
Arachnophobia-Fear of Spiders
Claustrophobia- Fear of confined places.
Apiphobia- Fear of bees
Cleithrophobia or Cleisiophobia- Fear of being locked in an enclosed place.
Eremophobia- Fear of loneliness
Autophobia-Fear of being Isolated/Unloved

Medical:
ADHD[Attention Deficit Hyper Disorder]
ODD[Oppositional Defiant Disorder]
Mild OCD[Obsessive Compulsive Disorder]
Dyslexia
Depression
Slight Anxiety

Habits:
Playing with her hair when nervous
Biting her bottom lip when it deep thought
Humming to herself when she’s bored or in the shower or writing
Tapping her fingers on a surface or her foot when she’s bored.

Appearance:

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Hair:Dark brown almost black
Eyes:Blue with a purplish tint.
Complexion:Tan
Weight:100lbs.
Height:5’3.
Clothing:
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Favorite Colors: Blue, Green, Red and Purple
Favorite Flower: Roses & Lilies
Favorite Foods: Chocolate & Chicken
Favorite Constellation: Orion
Birthstone: Opal
Birth Sign: Libra
Birth Element: Air
Theme Song
Warrior-Demi Lovato
Wake Me Up-Avicii
Lullaby-Nickelback
If Today Was Your Last Day-Nickelback
I Was Here-Lady Antebellum







Other:Because of the murder of her mother Lily was diagnosed with severe depression at the age of thirteen after her first suicide attempt. From the age of thirteen to now Lily has attempted suicide five times. Along with the suicide Lily also cuts herself, mostly her wrists but most of the scars are unnoticeable unless you pay close attention to her wrist or know they're there. Along with her depression Lily was also diagnosed with slight anxiety that sometimes flares up but is mostly under control. One thing most people don't realize about Lily is that she blames herself for her mother's murder and tends to believe she isn't deserving of most things. She thinks highly of a vast majority of other people, but thinks badly of herself and despite what she appears to be she is rather lacking in self-confidence.

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Say hello to Ivory Castelle; a 16 year old caste 6 from Dakota, Illea. People say that she resembles Blake Lively, but Ivory doesn't see it.

"And at most, I'm sleeping all these demons away..."

People describe Ivory as:

❤ Sweet, Polite, Demure
✘ Insecure, Nervous, Sensitive

Ivory is a sweet girl that's been through a hell of a lot in her lifetime. She would never dream of harming anyone, it wasn't how she was raised. She has strong values and so much faith in the people around her, she isn't the type to doubt goodness. She believes that there's good in every person, and that when push comes to shove, they'll make the right decision. Ivory is the type of young woman that is always described as pure of heart. She has a lovely mind and a heart that's ready to love and care for anyone. She can understand any situation objectively, her sensitive side is larger than that of many. She was raised to be like this. She's ready to help people whenever they need it. It can make her very nosy, her want to help. She'll do whatever she needs to do to get the information, even if that means spying on people or prying for information. But she does it out of love, really she does. Despite her loving nature, Ivory doesn't actually have that many friends. She can be very insecure about herself, and often thinks that she's bothering people. She says whatever she wants, in a very bubbly, perky way, with absolutely not filter, but usually backs off after that, feeling stupid or thinking that she's made a fool of herself.

The story begins…
Maria and Daniel Castelle were married young, at around age 18. They were Sixes, Maria was a seamstress that got work from a local dress shop. The shop would give her articles of clothing to take home and stitch up so they looked brand new. And Daniel was a store clerk at a general store in town. Neither was paid much at all, they barely had enough money to support themselves, but that wasn't going to stop them from having a family. They would make it work, because Maria had always wanted kids of her own, as did Daniel. They had four, all boys. Michael, Kent, Jacob, and Louis. She wished she'd had a girl, but assumed she would be finished after that. She couldn't afford the children she had, let alone more of them, and Daniel said that she needed to stop trying for a girl, she wasn't being smart. But their plans changed, Because Maria got pregnant again, three years after her last child, and the pregnancy wasn't easy. She was in pain constantly, more than she should be, and eventually had to get medical attention. Many around her suggested that she should abort the pregnancy, but she refused, she couldn't handle something like that. She would take care of her baby, not matter what. The hospital in Dakota was well-equipped with good doctors and nurses, but that meant that it was expensive. They definitely couldn't afford it, so Daniel had to go to friends and ask for loans, since surely no bank would give such a poor man enough money for his wife's medical care. He got a loan from a man who owned a restaurant and dabbled in some very illegal acts; smuggling and dealing and other things like that. He was willing to give him the money, and only said that he would charge interest for that sort of thing. Daniel didn't care, he agreed right away and promised the man whatever he wanted. Meanwhile, Maria was staying in the hospital, until the doctors decided that her condition was too critical, and they needed to do an emergency cesarian section, to surgically remove the baby before she and her mother were permanently harmed. That just added more money into their tab, but baby Ivory was born healthy, and that's all her mother and father cared about. Her brothers were at home when they were at the hospital, and were already sour about their sister taking up so much time and money. Michael was 7, Kent was 6, Jacob was 5, and Louis was 4. They were a fairly tight knit group already, and Michael was the basic leader of his brothers, he was always the one in charge when his parents were at work, which was as often as possible.

Since Maria usually worked from home, she was able to take care of her children and new infant girl pretty much 24/7. She did have work to do though, and when Michael and Kent were at public school, Louis would often have to watch Ivory so their mother could sew and try to make more money for the family. Their father often didn't come home until all of the children were tucked in their room, so they barely ever saw him. But he had a heavy weight on his shoulders. If he didn't pay the criminal he'd borrowed money from every month, he was in big trouble. The man threatened that he would hurt him, or worse, his family. Daniel was a very tired man by the time Ivory was old enough to know who he was. She was a bright little girl, always giggling and playing with Louis, who's always taken a certain fondness for his only sister. The other two brothers, though, didn't like her very much, as their father ceased to be the man they knew when she was born. They blamed her for all of their problems, but Ivory loved them anyway. She drew them pictures while her mother worked and picked flowers for them off of the side of the road. More than anything, she treasured Louis reading to her from books that he checked out form the school library. He didn't even care if he was laughed out for checking out books of fairytales; it was all worth it to see the smile on his little sisters face when he read aloud to her about fairies and dragons and damsels in distress. Once it was the year before Ivory went to school, Maria was offered a part time position at the dress shop, doing more of the dress making than just fixing tears. It would offer more money, and with a criminal breathing down their necks for money, she had to take it. So Michael was the one watching his siblings. He and Kent still resented Ivory, even though she was just a sweet girl, and she was only four, so she was easy to control. They had her doing all of their chores around the house, and left her home alone all day. Louis didn't even know, he was off at school or the neighbors house. But Ivory was four. And home alone, with no one to help her feed herself or operate the oven or the bath or anything. She had no idea what she was doing. She ate crackers for lunch, since she was afraid to turn in the stove, and she didn't do any of their chores, since her mother told her not to plug it in, she said it was dangerous if she didn't know how to work it, and she could get electrocuted. She just sat in the living room with her stuffed rabbit, eating her crackers and looking at the pictures in Louis' books. It was a long say, and after a while she got sort of scared by the end of it. Five hours, alone in the house. When Michael got home, he found his little sister had done nothing, and started to scream at her. He was so angry at her that Ivory started to cry, saying sorry and sobbing. By Michael was just so furious, because when their parents got home, and the chores weren't done, he would be the one to get into trouble. He slapped Ivory across the face, leaving a large, bright, red mark on her cheek. Ivory only cried harder, but that was the beginning of it all. Ivory was too afraid to tell anyone in her family about Micael hitting her, because he swore that he would just make it worse if she did. She was always afraid, even at home. When she got to go to school the next year, it was a relief. She didn't make friends easily, because she was quite afraid of people since her own brother started to be so awful; but it was obvious to the kids in her class that she was kind. She was the one on the corner of the playground that string flowers together to make a crown or a necklace, and when someone came over to sit with her, she would make them one. A delightful child, good in school. But at home she was never as happy. Stressed parents and an abusive brother made that sure. She would even go to school with bruises sometimes, but she just told people that she was clumsy, and they always believed her.

Ivory had to quit school at age 13, since her parents needed more money to pay the mobster gets gotten a loan from so many years ago. The man was greedy, and even though he'd been paid most of what the family originally borrowed, he wanted more. So when Ivory was 13, he insisted that she come to work at his restaurant for less pay than even regular for a six, and that he would put it towards their debts. So she did. She was too young to be out of school, but she did what she had to do for her family, and went to work as a waitress. The pay was dreadful, close to nothing. It was about what a seven would be paid to work in the fields, by the time the man had cut her pay so harshly. She hated her work, since the people that frequented the restaurant were generally criminals themselves, it was crawling with them. A pub, really, that sometimes served food. And she had to work there, among all the beer soaked people and the smell of onions thick in the air. But her parents let her, no questions asked. She spent years there, only going home to meet Michael and do all the work around the house for him. Louis was barely around anymore, since he got a good job at a high end retail store, and he took all the shifts that he could. Ivory was essentially alone. She hated it so much, and wanted to find a way out, but it seemed that there was none. That is, until the selection came around. Her 16th birthday was just days before the announcement, and she saw it as an all-around win. If she got in, she would not only get out of her terrible life forever, but her family would be paid compensation, and hopefully enough of it to get the man off their backs about debts. And there was the possibility of love, which Ivory so desperately needed. She was so alone and so sad that way, she wanted to feel accepted and loved, like she had when she was a child. And she'd always fantasized about finding the love of her life, so why couldn't he be the prince of Illea? Maybe they would love each other. And if they didn't, then she would be a three, and she could be a teacher or something, instead of a waitress at a disgusting pub. So Ivory applied to be in the Selection, and as soon as she saw her face on the TV in the pub, she was overjoyed. She needed to get out, and if the palace was where she was headed, well, then she had a pretty good break ahead.

Relationships:
Marie and Daniel Castelle Ivory doesn't see her parents much, but since being accepted into the Selection, she's been seeing them much more. She isn't comfortable around them, but she can't comprehend why. The answer is because they're only interested in their daughters well being because they could bring them money.
Michael Castelle The brother she fears, Ivory will still do whatever Michael asks of her. He still treats her like garbage, and she still let's him.
Louis Castelle Ivory loves her brother Louis very much, but he never is home anymore. He's found a fiancé at twenty, and is prepared to marry her soon. He's over the moon about his sisters new journey, and encourages her to write as much as she can.

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" ( In Greek, Rhea was the mother of the Greek gods, Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Hera, Demeter and Hestia as well as the wife of Kronos. ) "
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[ hair the color of coffee and chestnuts ▵ eyes a deep hazel-brown ▵ a fit and form body with curves ▵ five feet, one inch ▵ skin as soft as the finest silks ▵ the scent of rain and roses ]



rhea has always been admired for her kindness and helpful nature. big-hearted that she is, rhea is quite the little rebel. she often sneaks out, and can be quite unmannered and impolite when she wants to be. to those she respects or cares for, she often shows grace and kindness. one to see the glass half-full, she doesn't get easily disheartened by disappointments and setbacks. she will always try to come on top. rhea is actually quite frank about what she wants to say. mincing words is not her thing. while she demands loyalty from the people associated with her, rhea herself is also loyal and a trustworthy person. she is opinionated and headstrong, and it takes a lot of convincing to make her change her stance, which often factors into her rebellious nature. since she holds everything that is hers very closely, she tends to become possessive and prone to jealousy. she is giving, but sharing doesn’t come easily to her. rhea wants to get things done and over with as soon as possible. but her impatience leads her to unnecessary anxiety and even failures and disappointments. rhea didn't want to be chosen for the selection – now they royal family are truly going to find out what they signed up for.

━━━━━ lɪᴋᴇs ▵▵ dark chocolate, sketching, dancing, and listening to and telling stories
━━━━ dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs ▵▵ constant criticism, feeling useless, the caste system, being used as a pawn, and falling for someone she can't have
━━━ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs ▵▵ sketching, oil painting, defense, idealistic, independent and flexible
━━ wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs ▵▵ mistrustful, fearful, passive aggressive, and those whom she cares for
━ hᴏʙʙɪᴇs ▵▵ long walks throughout the greens, reading, writing, and sketching people she sees




rhea's life has always been far from easy, and taking from that, she's learned a lot of valuable lessons. rhea chalotte eleri was born to two loving parents whom already struggled with three sons and one other daughter. the family of fives were of course poor, but worked hard, believing that even though they were of a lower caste, they still were important to society. her father was a pianist, a classical musician whom often played for the rich in calgary. her mother a singer whom had grudgingly been put together for a gig with her father. a spark of love in the making. after having child after child, they finally had their little rhea. a gift, a miracle, the doctors had said. rhea had come from the womb, the umbilical cord strangling her. but somehow this child had survived. years passed by and rhea began to grow up. unlike her parents and siblings, she leaned upon a different angle. as much as she enjoyed music, she found that she could create wonderful masterpieces. sketches paved from her dreams, paintings lit by her desires, photographs woven from her mind. it was her gift to the world. but that gift would soon be clouded by the thick cloud of a rebels desire. their had always been rebels. but rarely were their rallies, cries from the allies of a secret meeting rounding it's way to their province. southern rebels had made their way into calgary and held several meetings, enlisting men and women to join their ranks to over through the kingdom. her eldest brother granger joined them. gregory and diane eleri were distraught. of course they wanted an end to the castes, but not to their beloved illéa. so when authorities gained news of the rebels in calgary, the rebels began to flee. granger attempted to convince his family to join them, but it was no use. their son now a traitor, left the safeties of home, to join this new family. a family of killers. rhea had always looked up to her brother but after that.... she despised him. for not only had he joined a gang of murderers, he had become one. and she had witnessed the whole thing. and after, he'd almost murdered her so as to cover it up, but her father quickly came and disarmed him. rhea had never looked for love after that. she had learned that men aren't to be trusted, that they would always choose their desires above all others. so when chosen for the selection, she certainly was the least excited. sure it was exciting – the clothes, the palace, and new friends, but she wasn't about to open up to a complete stranger, let alone a prince. rhea wasn't going to give so easily into the romance she knew would be thrown at her, after all, it's just a game, isn't it?

━ fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ▵▵ gregory eleri // 47 ; alive & well
━ mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ▵▵ diane eleri // 45 ; alive & well
━ bʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ▵▵ granger eleri // 26 ; unknown
━ sɪsᴛᴇʀ ▵▵ thea eleri // 24 ; alive & well
━ bʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ▵▵ quentin eleri // 22 ; alive & well
━ bʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ▵▵ parker eleri // 20 ; alive & well

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                              ─── A little bit of love and kindness ───

                 Alison Olivia Beauregard nee Thompson
                                       Selected

Caste: 7
Occupation Housewife
Age: 18
Birthday: 23rd October
Nationality: Illean
Province Sumner
Sexuality: Heterosexual

                              ───can go a long way───
                              
                              ───in healing someones heart───

personality

Alison is the type of girl who is optimistic no matter what life throws at her. She remains cheerful and hopeful and her smile never dims, through it hides her pain. Alison tries not to cry knowing the people around her rely on her for support so she stays strong. Despite how her life has turned out she is still a firm believer in happy endings and true love and is determined to find her one and only. Alison is tender and nurturing which is displayed in her care for her now deceased husband. She is a sweet girl but don't mistake sweetness for naivety. She hasn't ever been naïve growing up the way she did but she believes in the goodness of others.

                              ───Fairytales are real───
                              
                     ───if we only believe───

history

Alison is the daughter of two poor farm labourers in Sumner who never wanted a child but were never give much choice about the matter as the couldn't afford contraception and so Alison was born. They resented their little girl as they couldn't afford to keep her and themselves but they tried but eventually the feeling resentment grew and it became too much. They started to neglect the baby, never answering her cries and feeding her less often than they should resulting in Alison being small and malnourished. But the neighbours did there best seeing what was happening and looked after the girl as often as they could when money allowed for it. It was this act of kindness that made Alison so optimistic because the didn't have to help her but they did. They even shielded her when her parents got violent, through the couldn't always. Her father got angry at her for simple things such as tripping and dropping an egg which resulted in harsh punishments; once he even took the horse whip to the poor girl. But what made her mother angry was that her daughter was now attracting attention like she used to with her blonde hair that stood amongst the grime of the slums. Her mother was more subtle with her punishments preferring to tear her daughter down emotionally. One of her punishments ended up being a relief for Alison as her mother married her off to the town pariah. He was the town pariah because he had HIV and being ignorant they believed it was due to the fact he was homosexual and so Alison became the town joke but she found comfort in his home and while she could never be a wife to him, she could be his friend and tended to his bedside. The two became close and Alison found it no chore to help him but one day he got worse having caught the flu but his body couldn't resist illness any longer and he just got sicker and sicker. Alison tended to his bedside day and night not being able to afford a doctor and eventually he died, leaving her a widow at only 17. She then had to return to her parents who were worse than ever but she preserved getting work here and there. that's when she saw the Selection announcement. She never thought she would be picked but tried anyway as the Selection seemed to be her only way out of poverty and to her surprise was selected. Alison was delighted and is determined to make the best of it even if she has to leave early, after all while she hopes the princes select her, she doesn't think it will happen. There are many prettier, better suited women and men out there than her.

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                                Cᴏʀᴅᴇʟɪᴀ Eʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ Osᴡᴀʟᴅ ᴏғ Sᴛ.Gᴇᴏʀɢᴇ

    

                                  I have no idea what I want anymore...

Cordelia Elizabeth Oswald likes to be called Lizzy. Se hates her names and thinks they sound stuck up and too posh from the caste she's from. She is from caste five. She cannot dance to save her life, and although she can hold a tune she's not as impressive as other girls. She's a tomboy. She likes fencing, archery, boxing and other things that girls aren't supposed to like or do. She's from a very friendly and hard-working family. She has three older brothers (James Dean, Michael Ross, Alexander) and a younger sister (Jennifer). Her mother died of leukaemia. Her father is still alive but has back problems and is a diabetic. James is also a diabetic. Lizzy was forced into the Selection by her mothers brother who threatened to stop medication. Damien (the uncle) also molested both of Lizzy's younger sisters the first time she didn't do what she was told. She is nineteen years old.



Lizzy doesn't think much of her appearance, and so doesn't pay much attention to it. She has a heart shaped face; with a pointy chin, high cheekbones and a prominent forehead. She has milky skin that most red-heads have, she has a dusting of freckles on her nose and cheeks. Her hair is a fiery orangey-red that falls to just below her shoulder blades. When she doesn't wash it turns a dark reddish-brown. Her eyes are round and greyish-blue that normally display a look of fierceness that can be rather scary. Above her eyes lay trimmed dark red eyebrows. She's short, standing at 5'4 and weighs a healthy 125 lbs that is mostly comprised of muscle. But even with all her muscle she has a slim curvy figure. She has a scar running from the inside of her elbow to the palm of her left hand. This scar was from a very sharp arrow she hadn't balanced properly.



Lizzy is a fierce girl that has a free spirit and has a hatred for rules. Rules are like a cage to her and she doesn't like to be caged. She's stubborn and has a quick, sharp tongue. She's sassy and isn't afraid to say it like it is. She's honest, but not too honest. She seems like an obnoxious feminist, but she can be rather kind and caring, it's just ever since her mothers death she's had to grow up a lot faster than she should've. She has a lot of stress and pressure on her shoulders but refuses to let anyone help her bear it. She's loyal and stands up for what she believes in. She's confident in her abilities, but knows her limits as well. She's clever but very family orientated, so if her families in danger her judgment tends to cloud over.



Lizzy was born on the twenty-third of April to Helena, who was previously a two, and Lewis a very good pianist. The two fell for each-other when Helena was composing a song and was working with Lewis for the music. They had clicked instantly. Love at first sight. Six months later, they started dating, then a year after that, the two got married. Then they started having children, first James Dean (now 27), next was Michael Ross (now 25), then Alexander (now 23). Three years later after Alex's birth came Cordelia Elizabeth Oswald.

Growing up with older brothers who liked to pick on their only sister was tough. They kept squirting glue in their sisters hair, tripping her up and once accidentally broke her leg after shoving her out of a tree. The only brother who actually treated Lizzy nicely was her eldest brother James, whom she is closest to. He was the one who helped her wash out the glue, he was sully the on who helped her up whenever she got tripped up. Her father Lewis was the one who took her to the hospital for the broken leg, Helena close behind. Since then Helena got her daughter into sports - as she wasn't very good at preforming, she could play some piano but she wasn't as good as her father or brothers. Izzy was eight at the time.

Helena taught her daughter this quote that she now lives by. "Is someone ever doubt you, prove them wrong. If someone laughs at you, never be discouraged. Working hard and doing what you love is more important than listening to idiotic opinions." The first sport Helena got Lizzy into was boxing. Her father being a famous boxer, Helena knew all the tips and tricks. It was around that time that Helena fell pregnant and sick. She would cough a lot, feel weak and have dizzy spells. They took her to the hospital multiple times, but the doctors waved it off, When Helena was five-months pregnant she got so dizzy she fell down the stairs. She was rushed off to the hospital in an ambulance. Lewis went with her, leaving James in charge.

Lizzy remembers that night as if it were yesterday. They stayed up all night, waiting for a phone call, a message, anything really. It wasn't until six in the morning that Lewis came home, alone. He sat down in front of them, hands clasped. He looked tired. His eyes were red and puffy from crying. "Daddy?" Lizzy asked, crawling into her fathers lap. He hugged her tight, rocking back and forth. "Your mother... she's not coming back home." "Why not?!" James demanded, a worried look in his eyes. "She has leukaemia, and is going to have to stay in hospital. Which means we're all going to have to work extra hard. Alright?" The boys nodded, so did Lizzy, then she asked. "What liukmia?" Lewis chuckled sadly. "Leukaemia. It's a sickness some people get, and it's very hard to get better." "But mom will get better, won't she?" "I don't know pumpkin." Then she went to bed, but not before she overheard James and Lewis talking. "What about the baby?" "The doctors can't tell, go get some sleep."

Two years passed, Helena's hair still hadn't grown back fully. She also had a C-section to help bring Jennifer into the world. Lizzy loved having a younger sister and practically did everything with her. They thought the cancer was gone... They were wrong. This time, Helena didn't survive the treatment. She died in her sleep at the hospital. The family was devastated, and in serious debt. So they turned to Helena's brother Damian for help. He gladly helped them, but no one knew his secret agenda until eight years later.

By the time Prince Oliver and Mavis's selection date arrived, Lizzy's family was at it's worst. James and Alex were working three little jobs, Michael had gone to join the army, Lizzy was doing all the house-work, plus schooling Jennifer and doing the taxes, plus doing various sports to keep herself from going crazy. Lewis couldn't do much, as he had damaged his back while chopping would. He had also been diagnosed as a diabetic, along with James. Money was very tight and Damian wasn't helping. He was stealing half of their money, unknowingly to them. He had always been a greedy bastard and had started to abuse the family financially. But he wanted more, much more. So he used the sibling relationships to his advantage. He saw what was written on the Selection flyer. People got paid to be in there. He forced Lizzy to sign up, at first she refused. But then he started to molest and take advantage of Jennifer which pushed Lizzy to sign up. To her luck, and sibling's safety, she was chosen.

    

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┌ Artemisia 'Sia' Park ♛ born 7th September ┐
└ Hansport ; Caste 4 ♛ identifies as a female ┘

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Artemisia ; Greek/Spanish, “gift from Artemis; perfection"
Park ; Korean, “bright; bottle gourd”

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┌ one and twenty years old ♛ an orchardist ┐
├ biromantic bisexual ♛ part of the selection ┤
└ birthstone ; sapphire ♛ of apple-blossoms ┘

[ ♛ Description ♛ ]

Artemisia Park has wavy black hair that reaches down to the small of her back. Her eyes are dark brown, almost black, never seen without a twinkle in them. She is 165cm tall and weighs 52kg. She is said to resemble the Korean-American actress, Arden Cho.

She is known to be practical and diligent, honest and genuine. Artemisia doesn’t see the point in faking who you are; after all, the best you can be is yourself. She doesn't really have a dream, so she goes with the flow and makes the best out of every situation. She's quite an active person and get get easily bored. However, she's a little unpredictable and easily influenced, and a bit of an aimless person in terms of what she wants to do. She's looking for an opportunity by entering the Selection, whether it be experiencing something new or social climbing.

[ ♛ History ♛ ]

Like the rest of her family, Artemisia Park is a Caste 4 and works at the orchard her family owns. She is the second child of five and the oldest daughter of the family. Ever since she was little, Artemisia has worked hands on in the fields with the rest of her relatives. The childhood she led was a simple and happy one, albeit a bit unexciting — she had an elder brothers, a younger sister and two younger brothers to keep her company. Though she didn't mind working at the orchard, she found it boring — not quite something she'd do for the rest of her life.

At her twentieth birthday, she found out that her little brother Day had decided to go work at the Palace after having won a national garden design competition. She wasn't happy about him leaving home to work across the country, but she was happy for him about chasing his dreams.

It was her grandmother who had suggested that she join the Selection after one too many complaints about not living out her twenties, and, being bored, being curious about royal life as well as she just didn’t mind, she went with her grandmother’s suggestion. In the end, she was chosen to represent Hansport, so she’s going to make the best out of the situation she’s in. Become a Three, at the very least, make some contacts, and perhaps stop being a wandering soul and finding some goals for her future.

And hopefully, if she does become royalty, she can invite her family to the royal palace as well. She's definitely going to milk as much out of her status as possible. With her entire family rooting for her at home, she's sure that she can get pretty far, if not become the next queen. If she doesn't, well, she'll just enjoy the ride until it's time for her to get off.

In terms of her interests, she's a bit of a jack of all trades. She knows how to do a lot of things, but not particularly in depth, as she tends to get bored of them before long.



[ ♛ Relations ♛ ]

Artemisia gets along well with all her family members. However, she has yet to make friends at the Selection. As the RP progresses, this will be updated.

➸ Grandmother ; Gaia Park ; 82 years
➸ Father ; Nathaniel Park ; 48 years
➸ Mother ; Demeter Park nee Seong ; 47 years
➸ Brother ; Apollo Park ; 23 years
➸ Brother ; Dain "Day" Park ; 19 years

Artemisia loves her little brother, whom she affectionately calls Day. She's secretly envious of how long he can stay passionate about something, which turned out to be garden design and really anything horticultural. He's been working at the Royal Palace as a gardener there for about half a year now, and she's looking forward to seeing him again.

➸ Sister ; Katy Park ; 17 years
➸ Brother ; Robin Park ; 14 years

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Artemisia likes the sound of rain on a rooftop, and the quiet rumble of thunder in the distance. Her preferred music genre is jazz and folk, but cannot stand dubstep. She enjoys the taste of buttered corn on a cob, as well as fresh fruits (home grown), but she absolutely abhors any sort of fish, which is unfortunate since she lives quite close to the sea. Horse-riding has to be her favourite activity on the orchards, next to stealing some produce for snacking and making jam. She is also good at tolerating the sun and the outdoors. However, she gets altitude sickness relatively easily, and her needlework isn’t very good since her fingers aren’t used to nimble work.


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Being a professional and competitive ballet dancer, Cassandra has a toned body. Her muscles are strong and lean, but not too visible. Her figure is lithe and slender, but not without curves. This all comes down to a very strict diet and exercise regime, one so extreme that she is weighed everyday by her trainer and mother. Each meal is tailor made by nutritionists in order to ensure she receives no more and no less than what her body needs to thrive.

Her hair and makeup is, more often than not, flawless. She has her own stylist which i apparently essential to her success, or so her mother says. Even though her stylist has been working on her for years, Cassie has hardly ever spoken to her, and vice versa. When she used to try and speak, her mother would scold her and tell her to stay quiet so no mistakes were made.

Even her hair is professionally done, the only exception to this and her makeup artist being when she is at home. She is made to study all the hours she is not training, and therefore has become a very smart, bright young lady, but one with many secret thoughts and feelings that are not allowed to be expressed in her cold, dark family environment.


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Cassie has had a very linear life. Do this at this time, do this at this time. It is almost as her her day to day activities are run on a military timetable, only no one in her family has done active service as far back as their line can be traced. However, this does not mean that her family does not demand respect. Having grown up as a wealthy heiress, she is a pawn in the lime light and forgotten behind closed doors. Her social appearances are always timed to make her family look better. This has led to her being very unhappy, and slowly, she has fallen into a sullen silence where she feels so has no personal identity. There has been no chance for her to discover what she likes and dislikes, for her family decides that for her. Being home schooled only made that worse, her opportunities to socialize non existent. You know how dancers can be with one another - not the nicest of people to be around.


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With her father being a high powered government official, Cassandra only ever had want for one thing; normality. But her overbearing, stay-at-home mother saw to it that she received any freedom. She never even got to choose her own school classes. Because of this, Cassie is fluent in French and English, and Russian, since she lives there, though she was born and raised for the first few years of her life in Angeles. This is how she was able to qualify for the Selection. That and the fact she can speak three languages, already has an international following, and has high paying sponsors on standby. What more could someone want for their future princess?

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▸ female ▸ hetero ▸ seventeen ▸ august 14th ▸ caste 2 ▸ yukon ▸
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( i. ) ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ }
┇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛ ₁ ⇢ honest
┇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛ ₂ ⇢ talented
┇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛ ₃ ⇢ individual
┇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛ ₄ ⇢ passionate

↳ Still black waters running deep into even darker places never explored. That is how a person could describe this woman and the secrets within her overactive mind. This is because Kristannah is very distant from the people around her, not really desiring friendship from others and keeping her true self safe and locked away from dangerous beings. This makes her seem cold and antisocial but really is it because she doe not want to hurt or lose a person once she begins to care for them. A lot of people are not accepting of her kind of persona and the only thing worse than someone she loves dying would be having someone she loves rejecting her for being the way she is; afraid of more loss in her life, for that is something she would not be able to handle. First she lost her father, then she lost her sister, and having anymore loss would tip the scales into a dangerous balance of disrepair. Generally staying off to the side of crowds and keeping attention off of her to ensure her emotional safety, Kris has taken to observing those around her to fill the void of having no companions to go through life with. She realized she could gather a lot of information from watching the things around her like this and with her analytic personality mixed into the potluck of hobbies she is active within it caused her to gain impressive deduction skills. These skills have become rather unintentional in use however as Kris will sometimes find herself more interested in a person's physical behavioral traits than the words they are speaking to her, but Kris finds that sometimes body language is more honest than words given to her, therefore is content with accepting this quirk of hers. Yet just because of all this quietness and thoughtfulness within her, Kristannah is very kind to people despite not wanting to get to know them. Due to her kindness if she sees someone hurting she will want to help, and because of her observant nature, she often does see people who are hurting. It brings out the protective nature deep within her heart, the one where she tries to make people feel safe and happy even when she will never feel that way herself. A small part of it this trait of hers will always stem from the death of her sister. Kris truly believes that her mother was not able to handle having a third child and decided to end her life, and that she was not able to protect the baby will always haunt her.

( ii. ) ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ }
┇ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢ ( deceased )
┇ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢ ( alive, 46 )
┇ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢ ( alive, 18 )

↳ When her father died, Kris was only young at the time. No more than eight or nine, if she remembers correctly, though it may have been younger, she is not sure. She tries not to think about it. That just left her with her mother and brother. She was due to have a sister on the way, but... something happened. Kristannah's mother had a miscarriage. Kris always suspected that is was more than that though. With her looks fading and two children already to look after, her mother's prospects for more men to feed off of were growing thin. Because that is all she was, a money hungry gold digger. Kris was lucky enough that her father was a good person and raised her with morals and kindness. He knew what his wife was, but he would not leave her because of the kids. Kris and her brother were his world. When he died, the children were devastated, and their home life suffered greatly.

Fast forward a few years and you will see that things are not looking much brighter than they were when her favorite parental figure had his accident. Kris took to fighting to calm her nerves and release stress, while her brother took the much more "respectable" route in life and decided to become a doctor. Kris and her brother are close despite their differences, but even so, she has never told him about what her boyfriend once did to her. Just because she was a fighter, he thought he could hit her, and that left fear in her heart which has yet to release its mighty grip. She now associates getting close to people with pain and suffering, so her walls are built strong, but as with anything, they do have their weaknesses. They could crumble easily enough, but with it would come tears and revived heartache.

Her fight classes took her to the top, her trainers saying she had a natural talent. This led her to interstate competitions, then when she won those, national championships. She has been pulling in titles for a long time, and with it came money and fame. Her mother was quick to use as much money as possible on plastic surgery and alcohol, trying to make herself look younger and drinking when it all failed.

Since she is so solitary and ashamed of her home life, Kris never does PR for her fights, and this has indirectly given her more fame as rumors started spreading. She is a myth, a legend in the fight scene, and one rumor even says she started as an illegal underground fighter from high school. Whether this is true or not remains to be discovered. The real truth is that she is just more of an animal person and is planning to become a veterinarian, fitting in the study time between her fighting and martial arts classes.

( iii. ) ᴘʜʏsɪᴏʟᴏɢʏ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ }
┇ ᴘᴇᴀᴋ ⇢ 5'5"
┇ ᴍᴀss ⇢ 123 lbs
┇ ʜᴀɪʀ ⇢ brown
┇ ᴇʏᴇs ⇢ green
┇ sᴋɪɴ ⇢ creamy

"You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have."


Basic Details

Full Name: Sierra Teagan Pierce
Nickname: None

Age: 19
Date of Birth: October 31st
Place of Birth: Sota

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Relationship Status:Selected

Caste: 5
Occupation: Photographer
Face Claim: Crystal Reed

Appearance:

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Height: 5’8
Weight: 120 lbs.
Hair: Dark brown almost black
Eyes: Chocolate brown
Distinguishable Markings: Scars from her father’s abuse

Personality:

Sierra is a very upbeat and bubbly person. She usually has a smile on her face and always tries to brighten a person’s day. Sierra is a very empathetic person and feels other people's pain and sadness as if it were her own. Being a very empathetic person Sierra always tries to help others and make them feel better. Sierra generally cares about others and making sure they are alright and happy. She tries her best to be a as good of a person as she can be. Sierra is also a relatively sarcastic person and it shows up a lot in her way of speaking. She’s also a very independent person since growing up she always had to take care of herself since her abusive father who didn’t care for her at all would never do so. She’s a very independent person who sometimes has trouble allowing people to help her even though she likes helping others. Hypercritical she knows, but it’s just something ingrained in her mind. She believes she needs to help others and that others shouldn’t help her. Its how her father “raised” her. Whenever she’s around her father though her personality does a 180 and completely changes. Gone is the happy, bubbly girl people come to know and love and here is a girl they barely even recognize. Around her father she is practically silent. She doesn’t smile and she’s anything but happy. She’s anxiety quite scared of her father and is always withdraw. Most people who only know her because of her father believe her to just be a quite and shy girl when in actuality she is anything but. Of course the abuse she suffers from her father has taught her that it’s best do what he says and not disagree with anything he says or there will be consequences. In that regard Sierra is a pushover. But when it's not she’s anything but. Actually she can be a bit of a bad ass. She normally takes crap from know one and having taking Martial Arts she knows how to fight. She’s just to scared of her father to use it on him whenever he goes to beat her. When it comes to Sierra she’s a more complex person than most people know and at times it’s like she’s two completely different people.

Likes:
Animals
Outdoors
Planets
Gardening
Archery
Martial Arts
Photography
Painting
Dislikes:
Her father
Abusive people
Alcohol
Being stuck inside
Feeling weak/powerless
Bugs/Spiders
Hobbies & Interests:
Photography
Marital Arts
Archery
Painting
Horseback riding
Strengths:
Marital Arts
Photography
Painting
Archery
Horseback riding
Climbing
Running
Weaknesses:
Her father
Tough/scary looking men
Claustrophobic
Her abuse
Dealing with her emotions
Anxiety
Lying
Arachnophobia

History:

Sierra was born nineteen years ago on October 31st to John and Mallory Pierce. Sierra never actually got the chance to know or even meet her mother, because her mother died shortly after giving birth to her. John is his grief over his wife’s death started to despise his daughter more and more as time went on. He blamed her for his wife’s death and hated her for looking exactly like her mother. The woman he loves more than anything and the woman who died giving birth to her.

By the time Sierra was three years old John started abusing her. For the first few years of her life he still took care of her, but he didn’t try all that hard and sometimes he’d just pass her off to the neighbor lady who loved kids and at one point had two, but they were both grown up and with families of their own. From the age of three years old and on Sierra was physically and emotionally abused by her father. Anytime she did anything wrong in his eyes she was beat. Anytime he came home angry for some reason or came home drunk he’d beat her. And when he wasn’t beating her he was calling her a waste of space. Saying she shouldn’t have been born and that if it wasn’t for her, her mother would still be alive.

When Sierra was ten years old she joined a martial arts group at her school that met after school. She hid this from her father and since it meant she got home late most days because of it she usually got hit or even beaten depending on his mood. She had joined martial arts in the hope that it would make her feel strong and not weak. In the hopes that she’d be braver instead of terrified of her family and that she’d finally be able to stand up for herself. And though she felt all these things and she got more confident with herself it didn’t help with her father. It helped with her peers but she still couldn’t handle her own father. She also learned archery in her spare time even though she had very little of it. It was something she could do outside and being outdoors was always something she had loved.

At the age of thirteen she was finally forced to get a job by her father. Her father being a pianist tried to force his daughter into the same career, but she had wanted to be nothing like him. Instead she became a photographer simply because she had always loved the beauty of nature and liked to capture it in pictiure whether it was with a camera or by painting. Though her father not happy with this decision let it slide simply because it meant she was making money for them to have food and things, though every paycheck she got went to him and what he wanted she mostly got his scraps despite the fact that she did all the housework and the cooking of meals. It’s why he didn’t make her get a job sooner was because he wanted her at home doing the work. He made her get a job simply because money started getting tight for the two of them.

And then the Selection finally happened. Bringing in the application in to her father she asked him about his thoughts on it. He had laughed and told her there was no point in her filling it out. A disappointment like her would never be chosen. He told her she could fill it out anyways just for a laugh. He truthfully never believed she’d be chosen. And he was wrong. The day she was announced as a Selected was the happiest day of her life. She’d wanted to be apart of the selection because she believed it may bring her the one thing she’d never have, the love of someone whether it be a friend or a romantic sort. He father was shocked that she was picked but secretly glad because it not only got rid of her but it meant he’d have more money to support himself without her being around and the money from the selection. That and he’d now be a three.

Relations
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Mallory Pierce - Mother; 37; Dancer; Love:7:10; Deceased
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Other

Favorite Colors: Greens, yellows and purples
Favorite Flower: Lilacs
Favorite Foods: Pasta
Favorite Constellation: Orion
Birthstone: Opal
Birth Sign: Scorpio
Birth Element: Water
Fears: Spiders, her father, abusive people, shouting, mean looking men, inclosed spaces/feeling trapped, being weak, being unloves
Flaws: She deathly afraid of her father. She always been terrified of him and never sticks up for herself even now that she knows martial arts. Her fear is to instilled in her for her to do anything about the abuse she suffers at his hands.
Dreams: She dreams of a happy life were her father isn’t around to abuse her and where she has at least one person who truly loves and cares about her be they a friend or romantic interest
Theme Song: Warrior - Demi Lovato

                  ❝ how do we sleep while our beds are burning ❞
—( name ;; jessamine cathleen andrews
      meaning of jessamine is jasmine
      meaning of cathleen is pure or innocent
      meaning of andrews is courageous
—( nicknames ;; drew
—( age ;; 18   —( date of birth ;; 21/12   —( place of birth ;; fennley
—( sexuality ;; bisexual     —( gender ;; female
—( relationship status ;; in the selection
—( caste ;; 3     —( province ;; fennley
—( occupation ;; architect
—( face claim ;; cara delevingne
—( appearance ;; brown eyes, blonde hair, pale skin, one hundred and sixty-five cm tall, fifty kilograms, slim. slight accent indicates british heritage. typically wears blouses and skirts, but will easily adapt to dresses.

      

—( personality ;; Drew is a bookworm and an artist. That's really all there is to her. She loves reading and designing buildings, and some of her best sketches are of ancient civilisations' architecture. Drew has set a goal to read at least a hundred books before she gets sent home, but she suspects that the odds of that happening are low. So she's considering taking a job as a librarian, just so she can read more. She suspects that she's one of the less interesting Selected in the palace, having arisen from humble origins and not being particularly interested in marrying either prince. Drew's main motives for being at the palace are the books and the architecture.
Her strengths include reading, drawing and small-scale constructions made from paddlepop sticks, glue, string and paper.
Her weaknesses include public speaking, flirting and appearing interested during a conversation.
Drew likes architecture and books, as well as being left alone with food and a massive novel.
She dislikes socialising, having her photo taken and being told what to do.
Drew's hobbies include sketching, photography and reading.

—( history ;; Born on the twenty-first of December to a family of Threes in Fennley, Jessamine Cathleen Andrews was never forced to suffer hardships until she was a teenager. As a child, she was well-educated, with both of her parents being teachers. She developed a love of books early on, and her school teachers were constantly having to confiscate books to make her pay attention in class.
She despised the name Jessamine from a young age, and began using the nickname Drew instead. This was partially out of a desire to imitate her older brother Henry, who was always goading her for her girlish name. The nickname has stuck, and to this day is a reminder of how much she loved her brother.

Tragedy struck when Drew was seventeen. The family had traveled to one of the southern provinces to celebrate Thomas' fifth birthday and visit her grandparents when the rebels attacked. They tore through the town where her grandparents lived, murdering anyone in their path, which just so happened to include her entire family. As people around them fell under the rain of gunfire, Drew and her brothers ran for cover. They watched in horror as their parents were peppered with bullets, and to this day Drew remembers shouting at Henry to get Thomas out of there.
As they ran down streets, lost and frightened, Drew and her brothers collided with a lone rebel. Henry yelled at Drew to take Thomas and run. She grabbed her little brother's hand, dragging him down an alleyway. They peered around the corner, but Drew pushed Thomas back before he could see Henry collapse, shot in the stomach. Once the rebels had left, she ran over to her older brother, but could only watch as he died in her arms.
She and Thomas ended up living with their sole living relative, their grandmother Augusta. They moved back to Fennley, but Thomas died of leukemia within two months. Neither Drew nor Augusta had been able to raise the money necessary to pay for treatment, and when Augusta contracted pneumonia less than a week before the Selection entry forms were sent out, Drew made the decision to enter. She hoped that it would allow her to pay for the hospital, and used all of her money to give her grandmother entry to the hospital. Now she hopes she can stay in the Selection long enough to let her grandmother get better. Drew doesn't believe that Augusta will die. Her grandmother survived twenty-three years as a Seven with virtually no money, she could easily survive pneumonia. Besides, Drew isn't willing to admit that she might lose her last family member.

—( relations ;;
      grandmother ;; augusta frances johnson ( née barton ) ;; alive
      grandfather ;; frank angus johnson ;; deceased
      grandmother ;; emily rose andrews ( née lester ) ;; deceased
      grandfather ;; gordon reginald andrews ;; deceased
      mother ;; isabella jemima andrews ( née johnson ) ;; deceased
      father ;; tobias percival andrews ;; deceased
      brother ;; henry james andrews ;; deceased
      brother ;; thomas edward andrews ;; deceased

—( extras ;;
—( favourite colour ;; black like her soul
—( favourite food ;; books pasta
—( favourite flower ;; yellow rose
—( favourite constellation ;; big dipper (aka part of ursa major)
—( birth stone ;; turquoise/zircon
—( birth element ;; fire
—( birth sign ;; sagittarius
—( fears ;; failure
—( flaws ;; overconfidence
—( dreams ;; reading as many books as possible before getting eliminated, her grandmother getting better
—( theme song ;; beds are burning — midnight oil

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➥ Part One

　

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female ▸ seventeen ▸ sagittarius ▸ straight ▸ selected ▸ writer
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ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ⇢ 5"5
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ⇢ slender but curvy
ʜᴀɪʀ ⇢ dark brown
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ⇢ brown
ғᴀᴄᴇ sʜᴀᴩᴇ ⇢ oval
ᴛᴏɴᴇ ⇢ olive skinned
ɪᴍᴩᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ⇢ scar on her shoulder

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ↴

Adeline truly cares about the feelings of others, she's a very sweet girl with a kind disposition and nothing is too much work for her. She's more than happy to help out anyone who requires assistance and is incredibly personable. Her most notable trait is her ability to be thoughtful and empathetic to the needs of those around her. Though born into caste four she does not let this dictate her actions, she still maintains her kind and caring outlook never putting people down for who they are. Adeline is very sharp minded and doesn't miss a trick. People will often make the assumption that because she's rather a shy, quiet girl that she's stupid with it. This is not the case. Adeline is incredibly perceptive and quite witty, she is still careful about what she says though, not wanting to cause offence to those she speaks with.

People have often described Adeline as being too trusting, she is very honest in nature and often makes the assumption that others are the same. Though there is little truth of this in Illea. Adeline likes to see the good in people and thinks that even beneath the worst person is an untold kindness. It's her sweetest attribute but perhaps her greatest weakness and it has taught her to become more cautious over the years. Her trusting nature acts as something of an avenue for her kindness, she doesn't like to think of people hurting and also cares deeply for animals. Adeline is also incredibly cultured having spent years reading books and traversing the library at her home. Her father travels frequently with his work as a jeweller and he always returns with stories and treasures from far off places. He has been an inspiration for many of Adeline's stories. Adeline is very true to her delicate form. She's sweet and fragile in appearance though there is hidden strength there, it may just take a reason for her to fight for that underlying strength to finally reveal itself.

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Mɪsᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜs ↴
ʟɪᴋᴇs ⇢ reading / walking / horse riding / adventure
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs⇢ blood / war / hateful people / southern rebels
sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs⇢ kindness / intelligence / planning / reassurance
ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs ⇢ compassion / fear / her family / guilt
ғᴇᴀʀs⇢ pain / losing her family / fire
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Eᴀʀʟʏ Lɪғᴇ~ Adeline was born to Jospeh and Lily D'Maris, the second born daughter after their first child Cecilia. Adeline's father was caste four, a diamond dealer who left Paloma in order to make his fortune in the south. He returned five years later rich beyond his wildest dreams and with a pregnant Lily in tow. She gave birth to a beautiful daughter who they names Cecilia after Lily's late mother. Lily was caste five, the daughter of an artist and dancer. Adeline was born two years after her older sibling, a beautiful if scrawny child with an incredibly curious disposition. She spent her childhood chasing around after Cecilia and playing out in the fields with the family dogs and horses. Adeline always had a wild imagination and it was her childhood that helped her build the stories she later wrote as a young girl. Adeline had a seemingly perfect childhood and it was perhaps a sign of tragedy to come for her teenage years were fraught with painful loss.

Aᴅᴏʟᴇsᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ~ Adeline had always considered herself very lucky to live on such a large estate with beautiful sloping hills and a stunning Italian style villa. But the house though beautiful often attracted the wrong sort of attention. People made assumptions about it's occupants, painted them as advisors to the King and often vandalised the external walls. Lily would spend long hours cleaning graffiti from the walls and repairing broken windows whilst her husband was away on business. Fearing for their children, Adeline's parents decided they would find a new place to live when Joseph returned from Africa that Spring. All the plans were in motion, Lilly had found a nice farm house on the outskirts of the province and the girls tutor would be coming with them. It was not to be though. The day before Joseph was due to return, Adeline awoke to the sound of smashing glass and shouting in the halls. She'd clambered from her bed and raced across the landing to Cecilia's room. The older girl had taken her hand and together they'd tiptoed down the corridor towards the entrance hall. There the two of them had watched through the bannisters as assailants stormed through the front door. They'd slashed at the chest of the butler, a great fountain of blood spurting across the walls before he'd collapsed, frothing red foam onto the marble floors. Another man had their tutor in his grip, demanding answers, Adeline had watched the woman babble and squeal before the man roughly snapped her neck. Adeline had made a noise then, barely a sound - a frightened whisper, but enough to draw the attacker's eyes. Adeline would never forget those eyes, cold as ice and hard as steel.

That was when someone had grabbed her from behind, Adeline was ready to scream until she realised it was her mother. Lily was frantic, fearful and wide eyed. Addie had never seen her mother like that. Lily told them to lock themselves in the landing cupboard, to not come out until it was safe. She told them she loved them and then she had locked the door. Adeline had watched through the keyhole, saw her mother confront the men and then fall. Blood, there was so much of it. Her mother was gone, but the girls were safe. The men searched the house but never found them, curled tightly together in the cupboard on the landing.

Joseph returned a day later to a shell of his home and two broken daughters. He too was lost. Adeline confined herself to her room or walked the woods alone for hours at a time, part of her willing for someone to come and take her pain away. It was an awful thought for her to have but the notion of being with her mother again made it seem worth. Thankfully no one ever found her. Perhaps some guardian, maybe her own mother ensured she remained safe on those trips. Adeline's father and Cecilia didn't cope much better. Joseph immersed himself into his work, spending long hours away from the family home and leaving the girls with their tutor. Cecilia had always had a rebellious streak and took a much louder approach to deal with her problems. Spending time with the boys in the village and often getting caught up with the law. Nothing the small family did could help to soften the blow of Lily's death though.

Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Dᴀʏ ~ Adeline grew into a beautiful confident young woman, her time split between her horses and writing her stories. She also delved into the world of jeweller making, using the stones her father brought back from his travels. She never forgot the pain of her mother's passing though and while Cecilia seemed to move on and fall in love Adeline never encountered the same fate. The news of the Selection was the first time she actually felt anything in the years after her mothers death. Lily had always talked about it, always been encouraging and told Adeline that when she was of age she ought to enter. And so she did, a little reluctantly at first but after passing the initial sift through the entry documents and actually being chosen as one of the girls that reluctance came to pass. Adeline welcomed the challenge of a new life and the possibility to finally find love after all the hurt of the past few years.

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ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢ Joseph D'Maris (view spoiler)[
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ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢ Lily D'Maris nee Summers (view spoiler)[
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sɪsᴛᴇʀ ⇢ Cecilia Pevensie nee D'Maris (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
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