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Name: Bridget Rosa Clark
Age: 18
Birthday: October 29
Zodiac: Scorpio

Appearance(picture)







Hair~ a platinum blonde, long, to her lower back, and stick straight
Eye~ Hazel. Large and wide
Weight~ 106
Height~ 5'5

Personality:
Bridget had always been a bit of a darker girl. She loved the idea of monsters lurking around in the nighttime and she always wished she could be a witch. She is very emotional and swoons easily. She is also daring and loves to flirt. When she got chosen as a shackled, she actually was thrilled, thrilled that the monsters she always dreamed over truly did exist.



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Early Life:
Bridget grew up in a very poor family. Her mother bailed out when she was little, so she grew up with just her father. He spent most of his time working, so she was on her own a lot. To preoccupy herself, she began sewing, making dresses and gowns, selling them for petty money. She even designed the dress she wore to her first ball

The Ball, The Dance:
When she attended the ball, she felt incredibly...pretty...for once, which was unusual. One of the princes took an immediate shine to her. Her began to court her, asking her to dance in front of all the other women begging for his attention. Bridget had never felt more special in her life.


The Kiss:
Bridget felt bold that night, and wanted to seal the deal, or at least leave him with something. After drinking a full glass of champagne, she walked back up to him and planted a kiss on his lips. She thought a kiss meant something to him...but, she didn't know the truth of his nature




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Bridget has been this mans shackled for two years. While it is less fairy-tale than she imagined, she still finds some pleasure in the need the vampires have for her blood.



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♛ Folk lore
♛ Guitar Music
♛ Vampires
Dislike
♛ Slutty girls
♛ People who act overly entitled
♛ People who make fun of her



Strengths
♛ Sewing
♛ Speaking in prose
♛ doing makeup
Weaknesses
♛ concealing her emotions
♛ she is a terrible liar
♛ Her mother being spoken about



Family:
Mother: Unknown
Father: Edward Clark
Social Status: Low class

Fatal Flaw: She is very overly emotional
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⌞Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ⌝ Julia Celeste Montessori

Julia is the Latin female form of an Old Roman family name Julius (from the gens Julia). Most etymologists believe the name is derived from the Latin *Iovilios meaning “pertaining to or descended from Jove”; Jove being another name for the Roman god Jupiter who was the patron deity of ancient Rome ruling over laws and social order. Other etymologists have surmised that Julius was borrowed from the Greek “ioulos” meaning “downy-bearded” or “soft-haired”. From this perspective, Julia is often associated with the quality of “youthfulness” due to the young age at which a man grows the first soft hairs on his chin (“juvenilis” is Latin for “youthful”).

Celeste is the English, French and Italian form of the Late Latin “caelestis” which means ‘heavenly’. The common English word “celestial” is used to describe the heavens, sky or outer space. In France, the name is rendered with an accent mark over the first “e” (Céleste). Celeste was a popular name among early Christians given its ‘heavenly’ etymology so it’s been around for centuries.

⌞Aɢᴇ⌝ 20 years
↜[Time of Birth]↝ 1:18 p.m.
↜[Date of Birth]↝ September 18 ♍
↜[Place of Birth]↝ Just outside Itola

⌞Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ⌝ Feminine
↜[Sexuality]↝ Demisexual
↜[Relationship Status]↝ Single
↜[Infatuation]↝ None at the moment



⌞Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ⌝

↜[Hair]↝ Long red locks fall past her shoulders in loose curls.
↜[Eyes]↝ Big brown eyes hold sorrow and lost love.
↜[Height]↝ She is about average at 5'5"
↜[Weight]↝ Being fed generously, she weighs 124 pounds.
↜[Markings]↝ Besides the puncture wounds in her neck, scars from her abusive ex-husband.



⌞Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ⌝

▴ Sleep, Being Numb, Solitude ⋰ Honest, Kind, Trustworthy
▾ Being Fed Upon, Bugs, Rats ⋰ Submissive, Willing, Weak

Julia's mental stability is questionable at best. Being sexually abused for years, and now another creatures plaything? She’s withdrawn emotionally as she doesn't know how to access that part of herself--she tries to repress the dark emotions lest they swallow her whole. Though a bit of a masochist, Julia keeps to herself, not one to seek out trouble or beg for attention. She’s mellow and soft spoken, both towards the Underwood's and the other Shackled. In many ways, Julia is the perfect shackled. She obeys without hesitation, she’s firmly convinced that any Master is her superior, that they are gods while she is nothing. That is truly how she sees herself; as nothing, because that is what she has been told for a good chunk of her life. Julia is lost and broken inside, her spirit crying out for the girl she used to be.



⌞Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ⌝
The Montessori linage could be traced back to the royal houses in the forming of England, though that was about all they had left. Many bad investment choices and marriages had left the family with nothing more than a few properties and their title of being attached to the great houses. Julia was the only child born to her parents and as a girl she became their only bargaining chip. The family that came inquiring about the young girl, they were a lower house and were looking to bring themselves up to a greater title.

The first time Julia met her betrothed he pulled her hair and smashed her porcelain doll, she should have known what type of man the 8 year old would grow up into but she ignored it. Eventually he sold himself as a fine young man, well-mannered and groomed. She had fallen in love with him by the age of 16 and was sent off to marry him. It was a large affair for the time, members of the royal family even attended. However that was when the storybook romance tapered off and ended. The true man she married came out.

Julia was often left bedridden after her husband would lavish her with her special affections. It wasn't uncommon for her to lose children after he would throw her to the floor over even the smallest thing. She didn't know why, but he seemed to he growing worse as the marriage played out, his temper would flare over things that should have appeased him, or did at any other time. Julia couldn't take any more of the abuse after four years. Her soul was broken, her spirit dissipated. And so she fled. Under the cover of darkness the shattered soul was barely a shadow, and she was fast, running, running. She refused to stop until she made it back to the land she had once been apart of of. It was Itola. Little did she know her situation was about to go from bad to worse.

Upon entering the lovely kingdom, she was grabbed and rendered unconscious, not that it would have mattered. Conscious or not, she would never have been able to break free of the steel-like arms encircling her. She was taken for food, not that she knew it just yet. Julia became a shackled, and while she thinks she may have another chance at love, she couldn't be more wrong. The Underwood boys only have desire for one thing: blood.



⌞Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ⌝
▐()Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ➜Julius Montessori➜Alive
▐()Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ➜Cassandra Montessori➜Alive

Approved

~ƛƝƠƬӇЄƦ ♣ ѴĪѴΛĿDĪ ♠ ƇƦЄƛƬƖƠƝ~

(view spoiler)[Tʜɪs ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ɪs ᴀ ♣ ѴĪѴΛĿDĪ ♠ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. Tʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ I·ʟʟ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴛᴏss ʏᴏᴜ ᴏғғ ᴀ ᴄʟɪғғ. Nᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ﹙ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ﹚. Nᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇs ᴏʀ ɢɪғs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇss sᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪsᴇ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ϙᴜᴏᴛᴇs ᴜsᴇᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ.
ᴛʟ;ᴅʀ﹕ Nᴏ sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs. (hide spoiler)]

☽| ○ | Celeste Chambers | ○ |☾

|| CC. || Cece || Celty ||

Etymology:
(view spoiler)[• Celeste: Pronunciation: seh-LEST; Derived from the French céleste which is from the Latin caelestis (celestial, heavenly). Var: Celestia.
• Chambers: Pronunciation: ˈtʃeɪmbər; English: occupational name for someone who was employed in the private living quarters of his master, rather than in the public halls of the manor. (hide spoiler)]

☽| ○ | Age | ○ |☾ 20
|| Birth Date || 18 October
|| Place of Birth || Itola (Outskirts)
|| Time of Birth || 3:30am
|| Astrological Sign || Libra
|| Occupation ||

☽| ○ | Gender | ○ |☾ Female
|| Orientation || Demisexual
|| Relationship Status || Single

☽| ○ | Mirror Mirror | ○ |☾

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|| Eye Colour || Brown
|| Hair Colour || Chestnut Brown
|| Height || 5ft 6 1/2in
|| Weight || 121lbs
|| Scars/Body Modifications || None

☽| ○ | Persona | ○ |☾

|| Headstrong || Stubborn || Intelligent ||

As the only daughter of a predominantly male family, Celeste was meant to be raised in a way befitting of a lady: meek; obedient; lacking in areas that her future husband would make up for. But, in truth, this standard became what she loathed the most. The image of a true ‘lady’ was nothing like what Celeste wanted herself to be seen as. Instead, she chose to look up to her older brothers and learn along with those younger than she. With knowledge came a great understanding of the world she lived in; the place in society that was reserved for her, and with that came a strong distaste for it all.

Celeste chooses to go against the preconceived standards that are set up for her as a woman, and she’s often chastised and punished for it. But that does not stop her from being far more stubborn than any woman is meant to be. From gaining more and more knowledge that is ‘meant for men alone.’ Celeste is a strong wlled--too strong willed in the eyes of most--woman far too ahead of her time, quick to comment on all things that displease her in any way, and accepting of the consequences that may ensue. With all of that said, however, Celeste is truly someone to be kept in another’s life. She’s loyal to all of those she cares for, as well as those she has some sort of responsibility towards, and will do anything in her power to ensure another’s happiness and safety. Though she has a quick tongue--and temper--at times of great stress, Celeste is actually a joy to be around.

|| Fatal Flaw || Celeste is quick to deny the place she’s meant to have in society, prompting her to speak and act much too boldly.

|| Strengths/Weaknesses ||
☑ Cooking/☒ Disobedience
☑ Charcoal art/☒ Quick Temper
☑ Sewing/☒ Quick tongue
☑ Singing/☒ Quarrelsome

|| Likes/Dislikes ||
☑ Literature/☒ Expectations
☑ Art/☒ Royals
☑ Philosophy/☒ Closed mindedness
☑ Freedom/☒ Constraints

☽| ○ | Fairy Tale | ○ |☾

“Once upon a time…” Ah, to be able to start out one’s life story in such a way-- it truly would be a gift from the Gods. A fairy tale life within a fantasy realm filled with lovely creatures and an even lovelier outcome. For Celeste, this was the type of story she longed to be able to one day tell to those of her blood to come after her. Being born into a household consisting of two older brothers, only to be chased after by two more boys, a girl can only hope to dream of such a life. Of course, Celeste was born into a relatively well off family. Her father, Arthur, was a well sought after broker and her mother, Sabine, a well known seamstress. Though often chastised for her behaviour (“This is unbecoming of a lady!”), Celeste was nothing less than happy. She spent her days learning her mother’s craft as well as expanding her knowledge, and finding ways to express the imagination that had found a home within her mind.

This was Celeste’s life for the first fifteen years of her life. And only a mere five days before her fifteenth birthday, due to unfortunate circumstances, that all changed for the worst. While on a trip into the Capitol of Itola, her father was involved with an accident that left him permanently bed ridden. Unable to leave their home, this made it difficult for Arthur to conduct work and as a result lost many of his clients. This was a rather large hit to the Chambers’ income. Though their mother kept quite busy with her seamstress work, it still wasn’t enough to care for five children. That was when word of ‘The Ball’ reached the family.

Being the only girl went from an inconvenience- to a curse for Celeste. That year, her mother began preparing her for The Ball season that would come the following year. Teaching her the proper way to carry herself; how to conceal the individual thoughts that were deemed unladylike; how to dumb down her vocabulary to appear more appealing to the Royals that ultimately would be assessing her. But it wasn’t the year of her sixteenth birthday, but the year following after when she finally would find herself in a position she loathed even more than that society had created for her gender: Shackled. To this day, she couldn’t quite tell you why the man had chosen her. In fact, Celeste had done her best (during both years) to fade into the background and not once stand out. But clearly she had failed.

The first year of Celeste’s life as a Shackled was filled with disobedience and insolence, always resulting in some sort of punishment. It wasn’t the life she longed for; the life she’d dreamed of ever since she was a little girl. The thought of being involved with a Royal was often accompanied with wedding bells and a dress especially made by her mother. Not- the use of her blood as nourishment and being used however her Master saw fit. But as time went on, as Celeste grew to understand and know more about the man, she found herself somewhat attached to him. Now, after having spent three years in this life, Celeste has come to almost accept her role. But only almost. Because still she wished for the day that she may leave the shackles behind, and set off for a life made with her own hands.

☽| ○ | Connection | ○ |☾

✤ Family (Middle Class):

∟Father: Arthur Chambers (55; living)

∟Mother: Sabine Chambers (41; living)

∟Brother: Edmund Chambers (25; living)

∟Brother: Anthony Chambers (23; living)

∟Brother: Henry Chambers (18; living)

∟Brother: Owen Chambers (16; living)

✤ Master:

∟Prince: Atlas Melvin Underwood (3 years)

✤ Past Relationship(s):

∟Ex: N/A

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〈 ♧ 〉 Aɴ Asʜʟᴇʏ Tʜᴇ Gʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ Pᴏᴡᴇʀғᴜʟ Oʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ Tᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ
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Theme song
This song pretty much sums up how she feels about being Silas' shackled girl. Iris wrote this on on how she feels were she is. In all honesty she wants to die she she can be reunited with her mother and father. But, This death trap of a palace is keeping her from doing so.

┣▇ Iris Beckett ▇▇▇▇▇═─
( ○ )Iris was the 221st most popular name given to baby girls in England and Wales in 2007 and was the 315th most popular name given to baby girls born in the United States in 2007. It has ranked in the top 100 names given to baby girls in Slovenia and in Catalonia during the past decade.
( ○ ) Beckett is the transferred use of an English surname with Anglo-Saxon roots, derived from a place name, so-called Beckett in Berkshire or Devonshire (originally recorded as “Becote" or “Buccot” depending on the region). The name comes from the Olde English “beo” meaning ‘bee’ and “cot” meaning ‘cottage, shelter’ – so essentially this surname translated to ‘beehive’. The last name Beckett is most famously borne by the Irish avant-garde writer Samuel Beckett (1906-1989). As a given masculine name, Beckett is a modern 21st century coinage and distinct to the United States.

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[Twenty][Female][Heterosexual][Susan Coffey][Silas' Shackle]
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▐⊱ Trait ✔ Brave ---> | Brave|
▐⊱ Trait ✔ Determined
▐⊱ Trait ✔ Honest
▐⊱ Trait ✗ Impulsive
▐⊱ Trait ✗ Insensitive
▐⊱ Trait ✗ Alcoholic

Iris is not one who will let people tell her she cannot, least of all if those telling her ‘no’ are men. Having lived around Vampires for more than a few years, she feels she has earned her stripes more so than any mortal knows. This being said, Iris is not afraid to tell anyone to shut their mouths, and turn around to prove them wrong. Often this can lead to her doing wildly outrageous and extremely dangerous things, but she is fine with a little adventure. After all, her ‘secret life’ demands it, so any chance to “practice” — as she puts it — is accepted. However, Iris is not one who will willingly do something that might mortally wound her. She knows her means, her abilities, and will never let someone talk her into something she knows she truly cannot do. While she may be reckless, she still plans to stay alive.

Iris has a true gift when it comes to making clothes, though she doesn't share that side of her with others. She has incredible ideas and is leaps and bounds ahead of her time, but refuses to let people see her as just another seamstress. She would much prefer that people know her from her ability to drink anyone under a table, than have them ridicule her secret dreams. Now, when it comes to drinking, Iris is unmatched. She can drink anything under the table and still walk out without stumbling and wobbling. Granted, drinking has gotten her into sticky situations, but she’s learned to get herself out of those easily enough!

Iris has been around the supernatural community for a long time. While this has had its perks in the past, it also comes with a price. Iris has been a source of blood for the Vampires of the royal family for about a two years now.

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▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ❝Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴇᴀʀs. Tʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴄᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. Tʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ɪᴛ.❞ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀
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Here Voice
Masked by a cloak to cover flawless and perfect features of high cheek bones and mesmerizing blue eyes, Iris lingers against the walls of buildings and appears as a commoner wherever she travels. She is of average height yet often wears boots of fine material and heel to give her extra height. Iris makes no point to openly announce her presence amongst both the mortals and Vampires of the palace and therefore has a quietness about her that is mysterious. Her hair is of the reddest reds and remains in either loose curls against her neck or lays straight against her shoulders. Amulets and chains braid into her locks for a classic medieval look.

Iris wears custom made clothing consisting of interesting styles of fancy dresses and mens tunics. They rest short against slender legs with lace and frills, a corset tightens her middle and either a vest or tucked in tunic covers her top. Black boots smooth over the multi-colored tights on her legs, riding high up her thighs. Her cloaks are of fine material, cut shorter in length as to not trail on the ground behind her feet. Overall, Iris' look is an intricate combination that reveals both her femininity proudly and her dominance wherever she travels. Her smile is mostly that of a smirk, remaining coy to match a pair of judgmental and beautiful eyes. She is a strange mark across her face. No one knows how it got there.
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Iris was born in a small cottage in the forest. Her family was poor, so they couldn't afford the local doctor to help her give birth. So her father needed to be the one to help her give birth. When Iris was born she was born with a strange mark on her face. Her mother thought it was just a blood stain.. But a couple days went by; and a couple days turning into weeks. The mark was still upon her face. Her mother feared the worst for her little baby. Was she human? What was she? How was it possible that someones born like that? So many questions ran through her mothers head and she never got answers.

When Iris turned five years old she started to get home schooled by her mother. Iris loved her life. Her family was just perfect. She couldn't ask for a better mother and father. Her and her mother would do everything together. Her mother showed her how to make her own clothes and she took a big liking to that. She also had a passion for making clothes. She was really good at it. So her mother would buy as much wool and cloth as she could. So Iris could make clothes. Iris knew that her family was poor. So she made clothes and they would sell them so they can get money out of it and get food.

Iris is now eighteen years old. But, everything good eventually comes to an end right? Well, that's how Iris saw things. It was a hot day. Really hot. Iris came home with some cash she got for selling her clothing. She came home to find her mother and father fighting over her father cheating on her mother.. Wait.. Cheating..? What was going on? Iris walked into the house, seeing her mother down on her knees; crying. This was when Iris got pissed. She walked over to her dad and slapped him right across his face. That was the first time Iris got pissed off. The next thing she knew he house was up in flames. They couldn't get out of the house. Something was blocking them from getting out. After the house was burnt down and only ashes. Iris was the only one to survive.

A passed out girl, covered in ashes was laying on the ground. Silas was taking a walk into the forest and found her laying on the ground. He picked her up and brought her back to the palace. When Iris woke up, she was locked up in some room. She was scared and didn't know where she was. When Silas came in the room; he told her that's she was there to serve him and to feed him. When Silas took the first bite from her neck she freaked out. What the hell?! She had no idea what was going on! Iris has been in this palace for two years now and whenever she gets the chance she tries to escape.

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( ✗ ) ╯x ┊❝ Father | Deceased ▍▍▍▍Markos|| Love: ■■■■■
( ✗ ) ╯x ┊❝ Mother |Deceased ▍▍▍▍Sarah|| Love: ■■■■■
( ✗ ) ╯x ┊❝ Prince |Alive ▍▍▍▍Silas Underwood || Love: ■□□□□

AᴠᴇʟɪɴᴇJᴀɴᴇWɪɴᴅsᴏʀ
↳ twenty yrs, january fifteenth, capricorn

[ blonde hair // brown eyes // 141 lbs. // 5'4" // (view spoiler)[

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◟♔ Personality - "We don't need to talk about this now."

First and foremost, the thing that people should know about Ava above anything else is the fact that she is completely, one hundred percent loyal to those she cares for. It's in her nature to be loving and generous to those that she thinks truly deserve it. She'll go to the ends of the earth if it means keeping the one she loves safe. The second thing that someone should know about her is that she also has a strong tendency to completely dislike the people she does not care for or respect. If you treat her wrong, you can bet your bottom that she's not going to treat you right either. In her book, respect is earned, not given. She's looking at you, royal family.

▴ Cᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇᴏᴜs ▴ Hᴏɴᴇsᴛ ▴ Gᴇɴᴇʀᴏᴜs ; ▾ Bʀᴀsʜ ▾ Dɪsᴏʙᴇᴅɪᴇɴᴛ ▾ Oᴜᴛsᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ
+ Sᴡᴇᴇᴛs + Rᴇsᴘᴏɴsɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ + Hᴇʀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ; - Rᴏʏᴀʟs - Rᴜᴅᴇɴᴇss - Dɪsʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ

◟♔ Background - "This was never a part of the plan..."

Never in her life did Ava think she would end up where she is now. But then again, if anyone would have told her that vampires were real, she would have told them to get their head out of the clouds and into a book that wasn't fantasy. When she was younger, her mother used to read her stories about mythical creatures, but not once did she believe any of them to be real. There are no vampires, no werewolves, and no mermaids, she would have said. All of that was just children's tales. Until it wasn't.

It's been about a year now since Ava was first shackled, and she's still keeping her rebellious nature fresh as the day it happened. As the day when her life changed forever with the clamping of metal 'round her wrists and the sensation of fangs piercing her lightly tanned skin. She'd been such a simple girl then, raised in the countryside and brought up to pursue whatever dreams she wanted. Just an older sister trying to make her way and protect her little brother and sister from the nightmares that dwelled in the world -- right up until she found herself directly in the midst of one.

↳ Sʜᴀᴄᴋʟᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ Aᴛʟᴀs. Uɴғᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ.

R e l a t i o n s h i p s

♦ ] Mother - Alicia Windsor → 44 yrs ⇢ Undetermined - 10/10
♦ ] Father - Thomas Windsor → 45 yrs ⇢ Undetermined - 10/10
♦ ] Brother - Faust Windsor → 12 yrs ⇢ Undetermined - 10/10
♦ ] Sister - Abigail Windsor → 10 yrs ⇢ Undetermined - 10/10
♦ ] Prince - Atlas Underwood → "24" yrs ⇢ Alive sadly - 3/10

↳ Fatal Flaw: Far too disobedient for her own good
↳ Social Stasus: Lower class, not that it matters now

Approved
Atlas is gonna have fun with her

Name: Ella Whetherdeen
Age: 16
Birthday: May 3rd
Zodiac: Torus

Appearance:

Eyes: chocolate brown
Hair: wavy dark brown hair with light brown streaks. It falls a little past her shoulders.
Weight: 120
Height: 5 foot 7

Personality: she is very stubborn, loves to paint and draw, she has a bit of a self esteem problem. She can be rather selfish and is a good listener, although she can be rather talkative too.

History: Ella is from an un-wealthy family. Her father is a farmer and her mother was a seamstress. Ella and her younger brother, Brody, were both raised with the bare minimum of things.
When Ella's mother heard that the ten princes' were picking brides, she made her daughter a beautiful dress and forced her to go.
When she first met Felix she thought he was handsome and like the princes' she had read about in books. It wasn't until after everything that she realized he was a monster.

Likes:
~she likes to paint and draw
~is a good sewer, because she use to help her mother at work some days
~children
~kids and animals
Dislikes
~being told what to do
~sweating; she finds is disgusting
~feels faint at the sight of blood
Strengths
~sewing
~cooking
~planning
Weakness
~heavy lifting
~physical work or fighting
~fallowing orders

Family:
Mother~ Marina: seamstress
Father~ Franklin: farmer
Little brother~ Brody

Fatal flaw: she always thought that living with a prince would solve the family's financial problems, and that it would be a dream come true.

Other: is Felix's shackled.

But other wise...

Approved :)

Name: Carwen Sine
Age: 20
Birthday: 08 August
Zodiac: Leo

Appearance: http://www.colourbox.com/preview/4651...
Hair~ Red
Eye~ Grey
Weight~ 100
Height~ 5'5

Personality: Carwen is very sarcastic, she can often be mean without realising it. Even in the face of danger she has something smart (or not so smart) things to say. She gets angry quickly. She is very stubborn. But is always very loyal when she's your friend. Yet it takes a lot to gain her trust. Carwen has gone through a lot in life and has had a lot of secrets kept from her.

History: Her family were extremely poor and she just had enough money to feed herself. When she was chosen as a shackled she almost killed herself but thought better of it. She never wanted it but her family wanted one less mouth to feed.

Early Life: Her family hated each other. All ways fighting and screaming because of money and food shortages. They got angry when Carwen wanted to go to school instead of work.

Now: She lives as a shackle in the castle.

Like
♛ Chocolate
♛ Reading and writing
♛ Witty people.
Dislike
♛ Being told what to do.
♛ Nuts
♛ Stupidity
Strengths
♛ Stubborn
♛ Charms her way out of everything
♛ Intelligence
Weaknesses
♛ Short temper
♛ Impulsive
♛ Speaks her mind.

Family: Parents. Two brothers and twin sisters

Social Status: Low now a shackle.

Fatal Flaw: Short temper and stubbornness.

Approved!

Well but you can't charm the vampires, unless she's really good XD

Name: Avani Brown
Age: 17
Birthday: 28 January
Zodiac: Aquarius

Appearance: http://vicvapor.com/files/2014/02/Fas...
Hair~ Brown
Eye~ Brown
Weight~ 100
Height~ 5'9

Personality: She is untrusting and impulsive. She doesn't like the Vampires and tries hard to be brave but they terrify her. She is strong willed but has a soft side when she gets to know you. She is smart and dreams big, she has never given up and always believes something good can come out of anything. She just can't trust ever since her brother was betrayed by his best friend.

History: She had a loving family that she was ripped away from when she turned seventeen. Her younger brother had gotten in trouble and she had taken his place as a shackle. Avani would do anything for him and her family.

Early Life: She had been lucky and gotten a good education before she was made into a shackle. She had a job and wrote stories. Her mother and father owned a small pub in the town and she had worked as a bar maid for years. She was never paid but got a lot of tips for her work. She was always a good child, bubbly and excitable, but when her brother was betrayed she found it hard to trust anyone ever again.

Now: Stuck in her cell dreaming and waiting.

Like
♛ Being lost in her own thoughts.
♛ She loves talking to people.
♛ Being free.
Dislike
♛ Being alone.
♛ Being a meal.
♛ Emotionless
Strengths
♛ Strong willed.
♛ Caring
♛ Dreaming big
Weaknesses
♛ Vampires
♛ Compulsion
♛ Impulsive

Family: Her mother Elizabeth, Father Jerom and Brother Xavier.

Social Status: Middle class.

Fatal Flaw: Untrusting.

First name: Corendele
Middle name: Jenaveve
Last name: Sworndez
Nicknames: Coren, CJ
Age: 18
Gender: female
Sexuality: hetersexual
Relationship: None yet, waiting for one of the princes
Birthday: February 8
Zodiac: Aquarius

Appearance:
Hair: blonde, long, curly
Eyes: Galaxy
Weight: 145 lbs
Height: 5' 11"

Personality: Coren is very independent and stands up for herself. She tries to change bad people into good. She is what Aquarius is, strong willed and original. Although she tired to fit in, she mostly stands out because of her unwillingness to follow others' rules. She will never cry. But, even though she would never show it, she is very sad inside.

History: Coren was a twin. His name was Soren. Coren and Soren, the twins. They were the fisrt and only childern of their mothers'. Coren's mom and dad, Lilly and Jake, tried many, many times for a child. Their mom was was told when she was 23, that she had a sickness that wouldn't allow her to have children, just a year after she married Coren's dad. Even though she knew it would be impossible to have kids after that, they never stopped trying. One day Lilly felt quesy and sick. They went to the docters and found out she was pregnant. It was a miracal. Coren and Soren were born. Coren was a very lightweight little girl. she cried over everything and anything. Then, when Coren and Soren were 12, their dad got very sick. There was nothing the doctors could do for him. He died in two months. Then less than a week later, her mom was taken to the castle to be Shackled. Coren and Soren were on their own until they were 16. They tried from age 12 to 16 to try to find their mom and get to her. Coren stil cried a lot but not as much as before. Then one day, Soren told Coren that he had found a way to hopfully get to their mother. But he never came home. He was later found dead in the library in a dark corner. He had been stabbed to death. Coren cried so much. She decided to become a shackled. It was the easiest way to get to her mother. By the time she got there, her mother was close to death. The last thing her mother saw was Coren and the last thing she said was "I love you". Coren is now shackled and in a cell.

Early life: same as history

Now: She is living her life as a Shackled in a cell. she hopes and prays that she can find a life outside of here.

Likes:
-blue
-beach
-snow
-her brother's teddy bear she took with her
Dislikes
-pink
-chicken noodle soup
-ginger ale
Strengths:
-strength
-rebellious
-smart
-funny
-flirtacious (wh]en she wants to be)
Weaknesses:
-injured people
-childern
-animals

Family:
Jake Sworndez-father-would be 47-dead
Lilly Anne Sworndez-mother-would be 45-dead
Soren Xander Sworndez-twin brother-would be 18-dead

Social Status: Her family was well off until her dad died. Then they just got worse after her mom was taken.

Fatal flaw: she will give her life for those she loves. She would have taken her brothers place or her mothers plsce (which she did) or her father's place if it meant they would have a choice to live.

Other: She has her brother's teddy bear that she keeps by her side and her mom's wedding ring that she took off her hand when she died.

~ƛƝƠƬӇЄƦ ♣ ѴĪѴΛĿDĪ ♠ ƇƦЄƛƬƖƠƝ~(view spoiler)[Tʜɪs ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ɪs ᴀ ♣ ѴĪѴΛĿDĪ ♠ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. Tʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ I·ʟʟ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴛᴏss ʏᴏᴜ ᴏғғ ᴀ ᴄʟɪғғ. Nᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ﹙ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ﹚. Nᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇs ᴏʀ ɢɪғs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇss sᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪsᴇ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ϙᴜᴏᴛᴇs ᴜsᴇᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ.
ᴛʟ;ᴅʀ﹕ Nᴏ sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs. (hide spoiler)]

☽| ○ | Dominik Ethen Cross | ○ |☾

       || Dom || Niki || Thorne ||

Etymology:
(view spoiler)[• Dominik: Pronounced: DO-mi-nik (German); Cognate of DOMINIC; From the Late Latin name Dominicus meaning "of the Lord". This name was traditionally given to a child born on Sunday. It is primarily used by Catholics.
• Ethen: Pronounced: EE-thən (English); Means "solid, enduring" in Hebrew. This is the name of a wise man in the Old Testament.
• Cross: Prnounced: KRAHS (English); For someone who lived near a stone cross set up by the roadside or in a marketplace, from Old Norse kross (via Gaelic from Latin crux, genitive crucis), which in Middle English quickly and comprehensively displaced the Old English form cruc (see Crouch)...someone who lived by a crossroads...someone who carried the cross in processions of the Christian Church. (hide spoiler)]

☽| ○ | Age | ○ |☾ 20
|| Birth Date || 12 June
|| Place of Birth || Itola (Village)
|| Time of Birth || 4:45am
|| Astrological Sign || Gemini
|| Occupation||

☽| ○ | Gender | ○ |☾ Male
|| Orientation || secretly Bisexual
|| Relationship Status || Single

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|| Eye Colour || Aquamarine
|| Hair Colour || Light brown
|| Height || 6ft 2in
|| Weight || 174lbs
|| Scars/Body Modifications || Various scars in varying sizes on his hands, forearms, and legs from previous hard labour on his father's farm.

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     || Stubborn || Hotheaded || Reckless ||

To put it bluntly: Dominik goes against everything he was meant to become. Though his parents had set out to raise him into an obedient and even tempered young man, that couldn't be further from the case. In fact, Dominik is one of the most stubborn people one would ever have the chance of meeting. He's unable to take any sort of order or request that isn't to his liking, he tends to come across as extremely argumentative and even rude at times, and he simply will not admit to ever being wrong. It's fairly simple to set off his temper, though he's become quite the expert in hiding his anger-- when necessary that is.

Dominik sees no real point in being cautious when there's far too many adventures to be had and new experiences to try in this lifetime. If anything is considered risky, he'll more than likely chase after it with open arms. But as difficult and lacking in common sense as Dominik may seem, that's not all their is to him. He's actually quite intelligent, gaining the trait of being overly observant from his father. And when it comes to family and any others he loves, Dominik is nothing but loyal, loving, and protective. He's not a selfish man-- no, in fact he's actually quite selfless. It's just easier for him to show the rougher exterior as opposed to the gooey center.

|| Fatal Flaw || Being unable to compromise in any type of situation, Dominik isn't one to back down even if he knows he's wrong.

|| Strengths/Weaknesses ||
☑ Hard labour/☒ Communication
☑ Agriculture/☒ Adapting
☑ Self sacrifice/☒ Caution
☑ Acceptance of others/☒ Taking orders

|| Likes/Dislikes ||
☑ Gardening;flowers/☒ Royals
☑ Thunderstorms/☒ Winter
☑ His mother's cooking/☒ Cats
☑ Being outdoors/☒ Rules

☽| ○ | Fairy Tale | ○ |☾

Dominik was never the one that was meant to be chosen. He was not the one that was meant to be living this life or bear the shackles that bound him in more ways than one. But he would never--ever--trade places. Being born the oldest, and only son, within the Cross family brought on too many responsibilities. All of which Dominik wanted absolutely nothing to do with. Even at a young age, he was never really one to follow the instructions of his mother-- and especially not his father. It was as if he was simply born to be this way, and as much as his parents tried to reign him in...it only became worse over time.

As he grew older, Dominik found more and more ways to be defiant of the path his parents had set out for him. Yes, he would help his father with the farming but he’d constantly find an excuse to slip away early or get out of the work altogether at least for that day. He’d spend a lot of his time in the local pub, drinking far more than was healthy; getting into fights with men older, larger, and more experienced than he was. All in all it was really a silent plea. Dominik wanted nothing more than to leave the small village he had been raised in. To see the Capitol of their country, to see the outside world, and to travel as far as the wind would take him. But something about him changed...if only for a little while.

At the age of eighteen Dominik found something he never thought he would: love. It’s a cliche, yes yes, that he was changed by love and this girl that was several social rungs above him. But in every secret meeting; every forbidden kiss and touch, he found himself having a reason to be good. A reason to express the softer feelings that were hidden behind that rough, rebellious exterior. And his family saw that change, but never questioned what the reason behind it was; accepting it all as their son finally growing up and taking life seriously. But it only lasted so many months. It only lasted until the love of his life contracted some...unknown disease; her weight dropping, body slowly shutting down until it could no longer function.

And perhaps that was when he grew more protective of his sister. Perhaps that was why, when his father asked him a year later to accompany the youngest member of the Cross family to the infamous Royal Ball, Dominik accepted without a second thought. He wanted to ensure his sister wouldn’t be swept up by some pompous, cruel hearted, and undeserving prince. But when he was the one that found himself chained to a wall, the cruel sting of fangs entering his flesh again and again and again...he understood what it truly meant to protect the ones you loved. Dominik will never accept the life he lives now; he’ll forever be disobedient and go against what is asked of him, taking on every punishment he’s given in the process. If only to keep the ones remaining in his life safe.

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✤ Family (Lower Middle Class):

∟Father: Louis Braven Cross (47; living)

∟Mother: Victoria Anais Cross (42; living)

∟Sister: Lila Eden Cross (19; living)

✤ Master:

∟Title: Name (1 Year)

✤ Past Relationship(s):

∟Secret Lover: Aspen Barlow (18; deceased)

Both Approved

[ ❝Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.❞ ]
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full name: Camilla Allison Darcy

☛ Camilla \c(a)-milla, cam(il)-la\ as a girl's name is pronounced ka-MEEL-ah. It is of Latin origin, and the meaning of Camilla is "helper to the priest". Feminine of the old Roman family name Camillus, of obscure origin. Literary: Camilla was the name of a warrior maiden, Queen of the Volscians, who fought in the army of Aeneas in Roman poet Virgil's "Aeneid". The name may also be traced back to the young girls who assisted at pagan religious ceremonies. The heroine of Alexandre Dumas's famous play "Camille" was actually named Marguerite (see Camellia). The name was made popular in the English-speaking world by Fanny Burney's novel "Camilla" (1796). The French form Camille apparently became more popular in the US after Hurricane Camille in 1969. Friend of royalty Camilla Parker-Bowles.
☛ Allison \a-lli-son\ as a girl's name (also used as boy's name Allison), has the meaning "noble, exalted" and is a variant of Alice (Old German): variant of the Old French name Adeliz, from Adelaide. Also a variant of Alison (Old German): Norman French diminutive form of Alice.
☛ Darcy \d(a)-rcy, dar-cy\ as a boy's name (also used as girl's name Darcy), is of Irish and Gaelic origin, and the meaning of Darcy is "dark". Also a Norman place name, "from Arcy". Literary: Jane Austen named the haughty hero of "Pride and Prejudice" "Mr. Darcy", with connotations of Norman aristocracy.

nickname(s): Cami, Alli
birth date: October twenty-third
zodiac: Scorpio (♏) (view spoiler)[Scorpio is the eighth sign of the zodiac, and that shouldn't be taken lightly--nor should Scorpios! Those born under this sign are dead serious in their mission to learn about others. There's no fluff or chatter for Scorpios, either; these folks will zero in on the essential questions, gleaning the secrets that lie within. Scorpios concern themselves with beginnings and endings, and are unafraid of either; they also travel in a world that is black and white and has little use for gray. The curiosity of Scorpios is immeasurable, which may be why they are such adept investigators. These folks love to probe and know how to get to the bottom of things. The fact that they have a keen sense of intuition certainly helps.

The Scorpion symbolizes Scorpio, and that is no accident. Much like the Scorpion would rather kill itself than be killed, those born under this sign are in ultimate control of their destiny. It is life on the Scorpion's terms, too, since these folks promote their agenda (they are quite the executives) and see to it that things go forward. Others may find this overbearing (it can be) and even self-destructive, but that's the beauty of the Scorpio: they have tremendous regenerative powers, much like the literal Scorpion can lose its tail and promptly grow a new one. Fearless Scorpios rarely lose; they just keep on going, since they are stubborn and determined to succeed (this Scorpio trait is in keeping with the Fixed Quality assigned to this sign). Scorpios work as hard as they do so they can someday sit back and feel satisfied with themselves. These folks are intense, passionate and filled with desire. They're also complex and secretive, so don't expect to get much out of them, lest they become suspicious and exit stage left. It's best not to bet against Scorpios, either, since these folks are surprisingly resourceful. (hide spoiler)]
gender: Female
age: Eighteen years old


[ ❝I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.❞ ]
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personality: Camilla can be a bitch. She's an incisive person, who doesn't care what people think about her. Camilla is an intellectual genius, as well as witty and clever. Her grades in school are absolutely fantabulous. She receives A pluses and A pluses only. The brunette is a stubborn person and fights for what she believes in. Camilla is often opinionated, but she's willing to listen to others' ideas.

Camilla can be a pretty emotionless person, but that's not entirely true. Under this facade, she is a delicate and fragile girl. She pretends to be strong, but she will break as easily as a flower. Camilla hates showing her vulnerable side to people. No one has ever seen her cry. She tries not to embroil herself in drama. She uses sarcasm to control her short-temper and usually just walks away from the situation.

Camilla has a hard time trusting people. She is able to make friends, but she has never had any true friends who she can trust with her whole heart. Camilla tries to keep her distance from people. She's built walls around her heart, chained it, and locked it. She has guarded her heart so that she doesn't get hurt. No one knows Camilla. Not her friends nor her family. Camilla is a pretty secretive person. She knows how to keep secrets and she's good at keeping her own secrets. She's an experienced liar. Camilla has learned to lie and mask her emotions to fit her needs.

Behind the bitchiness, Camilla is a person who is loyal to her family and friends. She's a generally blunt person who is straight to the point. She's a pretty aloof and mysterious person. Camilla doesn't let people know much about her. She's a creative girl with lots of ideas. She likes helping people out and it satisfies her knowing that she did something good.
background history: The way that Camilla's parents met was like a love story. Edward Darcy was from a lower-middle class family. The Darcy family used to be from a rich family, but Edward's great-great-grandfather was disowned from the family. Very few Darcys are from old money. Most of them are living their lives like normal citizens. Elizabeth Sophia Percy was from a rich family actually. She was raised to be a proper lady and maybe seduce one of the princes from the royal family. Even if she wasn't able to, she just needed to marry someone rich with a good background. Edward needed to earn some extra money for his family since he was only son in the family; he was the eldest child with three other sisters. He went to the Percy household and got a job as a butler. During his time working there, he met Elizabeth Percy. It was pure accident actually. He had seen her from afar, but hadn't actually had a conversation with her. It was love at first sight for the both of them. They became friends and soon began dating after finding out that they had mutual feelings for each other. After dating in secret for three years, they were found out. Elizabeth's family disowned her and she got married to Edward. Soon Camilla was born after a year of their marriage.

Camilla knew that her parents loved her. Even if she was only able to see them a few times a day, she knew that all the time that they spent working was for her sake. She never complained or anything. She didn't take her life for granted. She was an obedient child. The neighbors envied her parents and usually labeled her as the perfect child. They would call her an angel and whatnot. At school, Camilla was the model student. She excelled in all the subjects and was a teacher's pet. She wasn't popular at school or anything like that. She did have friends though, which was a pretty good thing. She didn't have a bunch of people that were labeled 'friends'. No. She preferred to have a small group of people that she could actually trust and stuff. Even at a young age, Camilla was wise beyond her years. She knew right from wrong and never did anything that would endanger anyone.

Growing up, Camilla was becoming a beautiful young lady. She wouldn't turn heads, but she did catch the eye of the opposite sex. No one was surprised when she caught the eye of the royal family. Everyone thought that it was going to happen sooner of later. When she was chosen, Camilla was going to decline. Her parents didn't force her to do anything. However, others envied her. Some others advised her to accept the invitation and take the opportunity while it lasted. Who knows what could happened? Maybe she'll benefit her family in some way. All Camilla wanted to do was help her family in some way. Now she was eighteen years old and regretted her decision. The castle was a nightmare. It wasn't your usual happily ever after. Every day, she felt like killing herself and ending this game. The only thing that prevented her from doing so was her family and her pride. What would her parents think if they heard that she died? What would the royal family tell them? She didn't want to know nor did she want to find out. Plus, if she killed herself, then she would lose this cruel, twisted game of life.
likes:
+ Music
+ Drawing
+ Her family
dislikes:
- Hypocrites
- Bullies
- Perverts
strengths:
+ Determination
+ Passion
+ Motivation
weaknesses:
- Sarcastic
- Finicky
- Skeptical
fatal flaw: Loyalty. She will risk his life for her loved ones; her friends and family.


[ ❝Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.❞ ]
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♕ ＡＰＰＥＡＲＡＮＣＥ

hair color: Dark brown
eye color: Hazel
height: Five feet, five inches
weight: 119 pounds
marks: None


[ ❝Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.❞ ]
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♕ ＬＯＶＥ

relationship status: Single
crush: None
orientation: Heterosexual


[ ❝Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.❞ ]
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♕ ＭＯＲＥ

family: - Father: Edward Darcy
- Mother: Elizabeth Sophia Percy
social status: Lower-middle class
other: She is Killian's shackled.

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↳ twenty yrs old, dec. 17th, sagittarius, male

[ brown hair // green eyes // 6 ft. 0 // 153 lbs // (view spoiler)[

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◟♔ Personality - "It's better to feel pain than nothing."

When people first meet Evander, the only personality trait they seem to latch onto is his very caring nature. He's pretty much the definition of an older brother figure, making him someone that people gravitate to easily. He likes to make sure that everyone's alright and actually hates to see people in pain or danger. He's a fairly nice person. Well, on the outside, at least. Internally, Evander isn't the happy-go-lucky guy he tries to pass himself off as. He's down and out internally, broken by his tragic past. He's scared they might happen again, and he just knows he couldn't deal with that again. Not a chance.

▴ Cᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇᴏᴜs ▴ Oᴜᴛsᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ ▴ Cᴀʀɪɴɢ ; ▾ Dᴇᴘʀᴇssɪɴɢ ▾ Pᴇssɪᴍɪsᴛɪᴄ ▾ Bʀᴏᴋᴇɴ
+ Hᴏɴᴇsᴛʏ + Bʟᴜɴᴛɴᴇss + Sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ; - Vᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇs - Fᴀʟsᴇ Hᴏᴘᴇ - Tʜᴇ Rᴏʏᴀʟs

◟♔ Background - "The opposite of love is indifference."

Evander hasn't had an easy life. Not by a long shot, and judging by where he's at now, he's going to keep having that shoddy luck. Or at least, that's what Evander thinks. He has no hope of getting out of this situation and he has hardly any will left to live, honestly. He's lost nearly everyone that was close to him, whether it be by the creatures that hold him prisoner now or life itself. His mother, his father, his late lover: all taken in a single stride. Because of this, he doesn't really think he can face the real world with the fake smile he wears in this one. No one's left to share it with.

Evander's mother was taken by a disease that seemed to run in his family for as long as anyone could remember. He was only twelve when it happened and though that was eight years ago, it still hurts. One of the more recent scars is the one left from the death of his father, who died of old age. However, the most recent of wounds is from the death of his love, Elizabeth who was there the day Evander was taken. He was stolen and she didn't survive the transaction. Now he's stuck searching for a permanent way out.

↳ Sʜᴀᴄᴋʟᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ Gᴇᴏʀɢ, ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ.

Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs

♦ ] Mother - Felicity Jane Verisity → 45 years old ⇢ Deceased - 10/10
♦ ] Father - James Alexander Verisity → 44 years old ⇢ Deceased - 9/10
♦ ] Ex-lover - Elizabeth Rosenthal → 19 years old ⇢ Deceased - 10/10
♦ ] Owner - Georg Underwood → 1013 years old ⇢ Still breathing - 1/10

↳ Fatal Flaw: He's incredibly caring yet very pessimistic.
↳ Social Stasus: He was low class. Now he's just shackled.

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( ♣ ) ᴀ ᴅᴇʟɪɢʜᴛғᴜʟʟʏ ғɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ
↘ (view spoiler)[Iғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪsʜ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴀsᴋ. Cᴏᴘʏɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ, ᴏʀ ᴜsɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ, ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇsᴜʟᴛ ɪɴ ᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏʀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴғʀᴏɴᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ. Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʙᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. (hide spoiler)]
↘ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ COMPLETE!

↘Sa'Rae Lupita Amateras↙

“ＴＨＥ ＳＭＡＬＬ ＧＩＡＮＴＥＳＳ ＯＦ ＧＩ”

[ Age ] Twenty-Three -- [ Gender ] Feminine Structuring
[ dob ] January First ; 3 am -- [ sexual leanings ] bisexual
[ pob ] port of Itola -- [ relationship status ] sadly irrelevant
[ Social Stratum ] Middle Class -- [ occupation ] Shackled

madelina ghenea -- coal black -- dark brown -- 6'9" -- 163 lbs -- figure
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Rae, as she was affectionately dubbed by her parents, is a woman composed of curves. She's never been one who's overweight, or under, and it has always shown. It's kind of hard not for it to show when she's so tall. Her hair, a nice coal black, drapes over her shoulders in numerous curls. It's not in unruly tangles, either, but she hasn't had much access to brushes and combs in her current position. Her eyes, a dark and plain brown, reflect quite a lot of intellect, and just how broken she is.

Her voice is heavily accented, like that of a person born on the coast. She slurs her words together drunkenly, but very sober when she's awake. Her voice, in itself, is deep and breathy. Sometimes, it can be hard to understand her, but she's never been one to want to be understood. Not for a while, at least. If you do get her to laugh, it sounds like a gentle breeze, sweet and soft.

Her dressing style, as of late, has really just consisted of a single dress. Before, she had quite a difficult time finding appropriately long dresses, but somehow made due with what she had. It helped that she was on good terms with the seamstress, she supposes. (hide spoiler)]◄▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬◊


[ spiteful ; perpetually angry ; desperate ; depressive ; lonely ]

Sa'Rae wasn't always the spiteful person she is today. She used to be happy, actually, but not anymore. You can see that a result of her life's course, and where she is now. She does and says a lot of things out of spite now, to get a reaction to match just how angry she is. She isn't one to back down easily, either, making it all the more confrontational when you interact with her. She's just a ball of angry energy, likely to attack if you so much as give her a bit of leeway to do so. Verbal, physical; it doesn't really matter. She'll lunge at the opportunity and you'll wish you'd never said a word to her, or walked by her. As a shackled, she's a real hand full. She's not one to take anything that the princes have in mind for her politely and demurely. Her retaliation is usually the only sign that she's still alive. If she's not spewing insults and curses at you, then something is very wrong.

Despair is nothing new to Sa'Rae, mostly because she'd seen her fair share of it before she was shackled. She's likely to do whatever it takes to reach a goal. She isn't ruthless; no, she won't just viciously go after someone. She's just incredibly desperate. She doesn't want to be shackled forever, and if death is a release, she'll accept it as a sweet one. She's come close to killing herself before, biting her tongue to choke on her own blood. But, that didn't actually work out for her. Now, she's just a husk of a person, angry and depressed. She doesn't have nice thoughts of her escape, or of being released--that's never happening, she knows. Most of her thoughts just speak for murdering the entirety of the Underwood family, but she's only one person; she can't do a whole lot in her latest position.

Surprisingly, Rae is a very lonely creature. She may be shackled with other men and women, but she feels alone most of the time. She doubts any of them had to go through what she did before becoming shackled, and that they'd never understand. No, they wouldn't. She can't exactly let loose all her feelings to those around her, or to her master. Especially not to Silas; without being shackled, she likely would have been executed. Owing your life to someone you hate immensely, in a situation that's cruel and unusual that just saved your life--that's not something someone can admit or accept.

[ likes ] good luck figuring that out -- [ dislikes ] these days--everything -- [ strengths ] cursing, insulting others, rebelling -- [ weaknesses ] emotions, anger, exhausting herself

[ ʀ ᴇ ʟ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ s ʜ ɪ ᴘ s ]
「♦ mother -- Genivive -- alive -- love: ▪▪▫▫▫
︱♦ father -- Cheratin -- alive -- love: ▪▪▫▫▫
︱♦ ex-husband -- Gellatis Ambrosia -- deceased -- love: ▫▫▫▫▫
︱♦ master -- Silas Underwood -- unfortunately, breathing -- love: ▫▫▫▫▫

Sa'Rae hasn't had a happy or depressing past. It's really quite mundane, until you get to her marriage. She was practically sold by her parents to a wealthy merchant in the coastal town she resided in. No child is really happy to be sold, but she held her head high and grew up with it.

She was only ten at the time, but she was to marry Gellatis when she turn sixteen, the time they deemed fit for her to bear children. They suspected she'd be a beautiful young lady at that point, and they had been corrected. What her parents hadn't counted on was her being so tall. This wasn't exactly considered a beautiful trait, but her husband dealt with it well enough. Meaning, he made sure she was kept indoors. They passed it off as a sickness, and she was able to live peacefully within the walls of the manor she lived in.

As the years passed, her husband realized the importance of having an heir, and not just a wife to do with as he pleased. Already twenty, they thought that Rae still had a few good years left to her womb. Which, speaking logically, she had plenty left. However, the attempts at having at least one male child fell flat. Each newborn was a girl, and didn't live long enough to be named. You could say that the bride was terribly distraught and the groom incredibly frustrated. So, he turned his attempts to the numerous maids of the manner, and left his wife to suffer her losses on her own.

When the first bastard babe was born, she reached her breaking point. Sa'Rae had been called a failure as a woman, as a human being. She'd been twenty-two at the time, and had quite a temper. There were several others on the way, all of varying birthdates, and she just couldn't take it. The butchering of the twelve maids was what seemed to tip Gellatis off, but he did nothing about it, because he still had one surviving child.

You may think her evil, but Sa'Rae wasn't evil enough to kill an innocent child, no matter how much she hated it's very being. So, she settled for killing the father. Gellatis was found in several pieces around the manor, and the last place anyone ever saw Rae was at the ball two years ago. You can guess where she is now.

‣ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ… -- for the broken and angry
↘ -- Monster; Meg Myers
↘ -- Brain; Banks
↘ -- Sacrilege; Yeah Yeah Yeahs
↘ -- Stay With Me; Sam Smith
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{Age:19/dob:August 15th/pob:The
small town of Itola/occupation:shackled}

{Emily Rudd- black with blonde tips-light blue-5'4- 130lbs}

{ stubborn ~ creative ~ cheerful ~ sweet ~ annoying ~ bold }

Livia usually depends on herself the most. She will fight for anything and rather be there to annoy the hell out of you. But her stubbornness is what we are talking about here. She won't care if she's a shackled but it seems like every time you try to get her, she fights back. Apparently using this stubbornness can make her tired for an odd reason. She doesn't understand why she gets tired but watch out when you try to shackle her. Anything can come to her mind.

Livia also depends mostly on creativity.
It something like intelligence for her. She has a way to break out of things and an eye for art. Her hands are always stained for a reason which seems like paint. She uses the world as her easel and also loves to paint. Livia doesn't use this much but it may tend for her to drag her fingers on the ground to create a image in her mind. But her creativity isn't what she uses to paint, but escape.

Her cheerful attitude is not what she depends on much.
Living with lots of smiles planted on your face doesn't mean too much. Livia knows once they drink out of her, she will make those last moments cheerful. She doesn't know why but it will all come out in the end. Before she dies, ever dies, her last emotion is a smile planted on her face.

Sweetness is her worst enemy.
Livia can't be a sweetheart. In her case, its impossible. She only becomes sweet if she's with the ones she loves so much. Livia can be sweet but it won't work out well. She tends to screw up each time she tries to. So its always known as her 'worst enemy'.

Annoying personality, the best.
Livia can annoy you if she wants to by asking lots and lots of questions. She rarely does ask any other things but it never comes to her mind. She'd rather annoy you instead of help you and she loves teasing. Then you would think to get rid of her later on.

Last is what she depends on most, her boldness.
Livia speaks her mind and you have to deal with it. She will talk you out, be rude with her words, or smart. It's all jumbled up and you have to cross your fingers to get the best phrase of words.

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" Well my childhood was gruesome. My mother was sick and father out drinking. Itola is what I wished i never lived in. Thats the year when I heard one of the royals had another son. I didn't know who he was though. My life I heard about the prince Silas and his actions. Especially his mother. I didn't want to wish this, but, I hoped I was with them all. To provide my mother's health and stop my father's drinking problem. Taking care of four little sisters and brothers was harder enough. I was the oldest who couldn't dream or think about my future. I was in charge when my mother had fallen in front of me the first time. I had to care for everyone else when my father lost control. I didn't know how i handled it but it wasn't worth it anymore. Now I have to cook and clean for my four siblings and act like a mother they never had. Everything has fallen apart ever since. Wishing to grow up was my only option.


Now I finally am the age to be apart of the castle. They told me they will give me lap of luxury and the money for my parents. No. It never happened. Why you ask? Well I wasn't found at all about it. When i left that small cottage by the coast, my family was weeping away. I said my goodbyes and went off towards the castle. By the time I arrived they took me by the arms and I tried to pull away. They then set me in a cell and strapped these metal chains around my wrist. I screamed and kicked trying to ask for help but then I saw the horrors of another girl before me, once i reached the bars. They were vampires sucking out the life that was inside of us innocent people. I was in shock and instead of fighting out more, I curled up and closed my eyes, hoping I will die and meet my father up there who once died of a stroke that occurred so long ago. Now someone opens the door and puts their arms around me.

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Family:

Mother~ Jenna Denaris ~ Deceased
Father~ Deran Denaris ~ Dead
Sister ~ Maya Denaris ~ Alive ~ open for Shackled creation
Sister ~ Opal Denaris ~ dead
Brother ~ Finnick Denaris ~ Alive ~ open for human creation
Youngest Brother: Rye Denaris ~ Dead

---------------❝Dᴇᴀᴛʜ ʙʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ❞-----------------

Inspired by Fiendish and Ashley

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Name: ..::llAzalea McAnthony ll::..
Age: ..::ll 19 ll::..
Birthday: ..::ll January 21 ll::..
Zodiac: ..::llAquarius ll::..

Appearance


Hair~ ..::ll Straight brown with natural gold highlights flows 8 inches past shoulders ll::..
Eye~ ..::ll Outer rim is a dark navy blue, middle is dull blue to almost gray, and pupil is rimmed with flecks of gold ll::..

Weight~ ..::ll 130 lbs ll::..
Height~ ..::ll 5'8" ll::..

Personality: ..::ll Azalea tends to be quite mysterious at times, responding only in the vaguest terms when answering questions. People think it's pretty weird and try to avoid her. A stupid suspicion is going around saying that she is a witch or a murderer hiding her secrets from the rest of them. No, it is much worse than that, though she would never tell them, of course ll::..

..::ll Once upon a time Azalea might've been the happy little girl everybody expects her to be. But alas, fairy tales are not true, no, are they? But yes, there was a time when Azalea's face was constantly in a smile. Now she's depressed and mysterious, as people would say. They never stopped to think maybe it was because of a trauma in her life. No, they're just superstitious and don't think of anybody but themselves ll::..

..::ll Azalea likes finding dark, quiet corners and sitting there alone. Her thoughts, for the moment forgetting all the world around. She doesn't depend on anyone else to take care of her and barely visits her parents though they try to help her >b>ll::..

..::ll Azalea doesn't believe in happiness or joy anymore. All around her is sadness and the people who seem happy are always hiding dark secrets that they will never tell, nor will she. Anything fun is her enemy, because of course it's just fake. You grow up thinking that joy and happiness will get through life, make you a better person, but in the end it's all for nothing and you will find that anything happy doesn't exist, that's it's all been a lie ll::..


History: ..::ll Azalea had a happy childhood. She would play with her little friends and pretend to have tea parties and listen to her stuffed animals at night when they told her secrets and anything else. Azalea was always smiling, always making her parents laugh. Running around the house in bare feet and a flow-y nightgown, she would pretend she was miles above the ground, flying, and feeling superior to everyone else because from way up high they looked like specks of dust ll::..

..::ll Three years into her life, Azalea's mom tried to explain to a little girl's mind that yes, babies come out of mommy's tummy and no, they don't float down from parachutes that come from another planet like your father had said. So, 9 months later, Azalea's mom came home with a bundle of joy in her arms. Though it was little joy to Azalea, for she was constantly waking up in the middle of the night to hear her little brother's screams, then of course that would make her scared too and she wouldn't be able to fall back asleep. Two years later Azalea's mom was expecting another baby; a little girl. Azalea was so excited to have a little sister. But four months into the pregnancy her mom had a miscarriage and lost the baby. It was a big hardship in the family and her mom got very ill after. One month later Azalea was running into her mom's room to tell her a very interesting story about how her stuffed animal got broken, only to find that her mom was in bed, still and cold. The funeral was the hardest and her father was very distraught. He started going out late at night, leaving Azalea and little Bradley home with a babysitter. He'd come home drunk and go straight to bed, not acknowledging his children's presences. Soon after her mom died her dad died in a freak accident. Azalea was heartbroken. She and her brother were separated and sent to a foster home ll::..


The Capture: ..::ll Azalea had no idea what was going to happen when she got a royal call telling that she would live in the castle and be treated lavishly to gorgeous dress and food. Plus it was mentioned that she would consort with one of the princes. A flashing thought in the corner of her mind told that there might be hope again, and Azalea wanted to believe it. But when she got on the carriage ride there she was changed to the floor and gagged. The castle looked dark and foreboding from her view and she shuddered, wondering why she had agreed to come. Again, the world had lied to her. There was no hope now ll::..

..::ll When they dragged her inside the castle the guard led her down the dungeon where a bunch of cells had been built. Her eyes widened with horror as she saw vampires feeding from many different girls shackled in the cells. As they threw her in her own cell, she could only stare with shock at the chaos around her ll::..


Now: ..::ll Now she waits for a vampire to come into her own cell and suck the life out of her to. She put her head in her head and a few tears leaked out of her eyes. Why was the world so cruel? So as she awaited certain death, her heart turned cold and she knew there was no hope left ll::..

Like
♛ Nature
♛ Chocolate
♛ Hope
Dislike
♛ Misconceptions
♛ Royalty
♛ Vampires
Strengths
♛ Her strong mind
♛ Knowledge of things around her
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Weaknesses
♛ Love
♛ Hope
♛ The World

Family: All deceased

Social Status: Low class

Fatal Flaw: Hopes for things she shouldn't because then her heart gets bashed over and over again.
Other:

Am I approved? And I needed a prince or whatever.

If you can try and find an appearance picture, also, she could never be pretending to fly a jet plane because this is the Victorian era lol(:
And social status means like low class, middle, or high

Lol okay :P

Um yeah i will try but I am mostly on an iPad so it's harder to do a picture.

Got picture but can't get it to show up on screen without having to click it.

ok So am i approved?

approved

Ok thanks oh and what prince do I get?

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I did...

Name: Arianna Goodwin
Age: 17
Birthday: February twentieth
Zodiac: Pisces

Appearance:
Hair~ Brown
Eye~ Brown
Weight~ 115
Height~ 5'3

Personality: Arianna is shy, and not very strong unless adrenaline takes over her mind. Shes usually very gentle and would usually use persuasion to get out of a sticky situation then fight. But she has no problem doing anything she can to get away from someone or something she deems dangerous. Shes smart, and has used her free time when she was free to memorize poems, songs, or any other reading material she can get her hands on. She likes to draw as well, and has been told she is very good at it. Her fatal flaw, however, is that she is so painfully shy she rarely talks to people. she only talks when talked to.

History

Early Life: Arianna lived with her mom and dad since she was eleven. When her dad left her mom, they slowly went into poverty, doing any job they could do. Arianna's mom got horribly ill, and Arianna decided to try marry one of the princes to get money to help her. She left her mother in the care of a good family friend, and left.


Now: Arianna is miserable, her mom is probably dead, and she would give anything to go back home. She constantly worries about how shes going to escape, with money, and help her mom and herself at the same time.

Likes
♛ Drawing
♛ Reading
♛ Solving Problems
Dislikes
♛ Attention
♛ Rudeness
♛ Derogatory comments
Strengths
♛ Smarts
♛ Persuasion
♛ Nice
Weaknesses
♛ Not Strong
♛ Low Pain Tolerance
♛ Too Persistent for her own good

Family: Mom (Probably Dead)

Social Status: Upper third class

Fatal Flaw: Too introverted to talk to anyone. She never makes any friends and is rarely able to take other peoples views into consideration.
Other: Arianna is pansexual