The Selection: Semi-Advanced Roleplay discussion

There will be a maximum of 35 Selected girls.
You are permitted to have 3 Selected girls. Mods are permitted to have 5.
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<.b>[History]<./b> (At least 3 sentences)
<.b>[Family Members]<./b>

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{First Name} Arabella
{Middle Name} Mae
{Last Name} Kensington
{Nickname} Ara

{Age} 17

{Caste} Two

{Appearance} http://www.hdwallpaperscool.com/wp-co...
{Height} 5'5
{Weight} 125 lbs
{Eye Colour} Blue
{Hair Colour} Brown with blonde highlights

{Personality} Ara is a gorgeous girl, and she knows it. She isn't afraid to go to extreme measures to get something she wants, and can be very manipulative when she wants to be. If you do something to get in her way, be prepared. Ara isn't very forgiving. Though Ara can be manipulative, "evil", and bitchy, when she wants to be, she can be kind and nice. She is helpful when she wants to be, and is very independant. These traits sometimes makeup for her evil side. Plus her appearance. Since she's in the Selection, she'll be showing her competitive side and will do anything to win the Prince.

{History} Ara was born into a rich family of Twos. She was spoiled from day one, by everyone in her community. At just a young age, she would be posing for pictures and singing around the house. Ara didn't have any siblings, so she was accustomed to getting everything she wanted when she wanted it. She had a few friends around the town (only Twos, of course), but they were more like a group of populars that had banded together, not exactly categorized as "friends." She started her singing career at age 12, which then led to her even more famous modeling and acting career at ages 14 and 15. By then, everyone had wanted to be Ara's friend, and she was the most popular at school. She was extremely famous, because of her looks, talent for singing and acting, and because of who her parents were.

{Family Members}
Mother~Anastasia Kensington, former model and current fashion designer (famous for both)
Father~Noah Kensington, famous actor

{Likes}
❤ Winning
❤ Getting her way
❤ Having friends
❤ The Prince
❤ Fame
❤ Money
❤ Love

{Dislikes}
✘ Girls who are only in the Selection for the money or crown (she is a little, but mainly the prince)
✘ Sixes, Sevens, Eights
✘ Glasses (she has contacts)

{Strengths}
✔ Singing
✔ Acting
✔ Modeling
✔ Flirting
✔ Maniplulating people
✔ Getting what she wants

{Weaknesses}
✘ Easily gets jealous
✘ Selfish
✘ Can be rude

{Talents}
✔ Singing
✔ Modeling
✔ Acting
✔ Making people love her
✔ Making people hate her

{Playlist}
Eyes Open Taylor Swift
Ara is very competitive, and always cautious of other people
She's So Mean Matchbox Twenty
Ara is gorgeous and can be very mean when she wants to be
Last Night The Vamps
Ara can party and doesn't really care. She loves having a good time
Before He Cheats Carrie Underwood
You never want to get on Ara's bad side. Ever.

{First Name} Aria
{Middle Name} Rosalie
{Last Name} Strider
{Nickname} N/A

{Age} 17

{Caste} Five

{Appearance}
Images
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{Height} 5'3"
{Weight} 113 lbs
{Eye Colour} Blue
{Hair Colour} Blonde

{Personality} Aria is feisty and stubborn. There is no other way to describe her. She doesn't take crap and can have a bit of a temper at times. Aria is very loyal and determined, though. She is brave and tough and everything in between. She's not the most adylike young women ever, but she can try, and fake it if needed. Aria is also very intelligent. She loves reading and writing, but her talent is dancing and art.

{History} Aria is a Five, which most people tend to ignore and dislike. It's no different for her. She grew up in a small house with only two rooms downstairs and three upstairs, packed with six people. She had to share a room with her four sisters and three brothers ever since she was born. When people first meet her, you don't usually think she is a Five. Aria is a very talented ballerina or artist, and, besides clothing and the fact that you've never heard of her, most believe she is a Two. She is gorgeous enough to be one, prettier than many of them. Her talent is ballet and art. While many Fives are singers or musicians, Aria loves to paint and dance, and has the worst voice in the world. Aria signed up to be in the Selection because, well, she had to. Her mother made her, and knowing that she couldn't possibly be chosen, she did it.

{Family Members}
Mother
~Martha (goes by Mary) Strider~38
Father
~James Strider~40
Brother(s)
~Michael Strider (Triplet)~16
~Archer Strider~14
~Eric Strider~11 (Twin)
Sister(s)
~Louisa Strider (Triplet)~16
~Gretal Strider~11 (Twin)
~Astra Strider~6
~Phoebe Strider~5


{Likes}
❤ Pointe
❤ Painting/Scetching
❤ Ballet
❤ Having fun
❤ Reading
❤ Honesty/being honest
❤ Physical activity (running, archery, etc.)

{Dislikes}
✘ Being forced into things
✘ The royal family (they kind of annoy her)
✘ Having to act super proper and polite

{Strengths}
✔ Painting/Scetching
✔ Dancing
✔ Annoying people
✔ Physical activity (running, archery, etc.)
✔ Her family (siblings)
✔ Reading/Writing

{Weaknesses}
✘ When her family/siblings are in trouble
✘ Being forced into things
✘ Singing

{Talents}
✔ Painting/Scetching
✔ Dancing
✔ Physical activity (running, archery, etc.)
✔ Annoying people
✔ Being stubborn

{First Name} Mae
{Middle Name} Rose
{Last Name} Mercer
{Nickname} Rose (sometimes)

{Age} 17

{Caste} Five

[Appearance]
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{Height} 5'7"
{Weight} 130 lbs
{Eye Colour} Blue Gray
{Hair Colour} Blonde

{Personality} Mae is possibly the sweetest girl you will ever meet. She's never said an unkind word to anyone in her life. Though she looks like she might be very shy and delicate, Mae is actually a very strong and independent girl. She can withstand many negative or hateful comments, which will be especially helpful during the Selection. If you talk much about her family, though, she will usually break down and start sobbing. She can't control that very much, but if it is needed, then she will. Mae can also be slightly stubborn, and tends to have a free- and outgoing-spirit.

{History} Mae grew up as the 2nd oldest in a family with five children. Her older sister, April was born 20 minutes before Mae. To complete the triplets, June was born 20 minutes after Mae, too, suprisingly. The triplets were born on a warm summer day, on May 20th. Their mother had always wanted to name a child of hers after a month, so she named three of them after a month, instead. When Mae was two years old, her little borther Archer was born. Whilte the twins grew towards music and singing, always with their mother, Archer was a natural artist. He painted with his father, just the two of them, until Sophie was born. The twins were seven by now, and already singing as a group at small parties for kids. The triplets were a close as they could be, in fact, all of the Mercer children were. But the triplets were special, and they were the best of friends. This was the normal Mercer house, running around, always singing or humming for the triplets and Natalie, and paint everwhere for Archer, Sophite, and Eric. It was hectic, but comfortable. This continued until the triplets were almost 17, and something drastic happened that changed their lives forever. The close-knit and practically joined at the hip triplets were now separated, forever. It was a bitter cold day in December, everyone was celebrating Christmas, and June went go give her boyfriend a present. A car swerved around the corner as June was walking across the street. She ran across to the other side so she wasn't hit, but then suddenly the car hit a patch of black ice and spun right into June. She was found the next morning by the side of the road, dead, the present still in her hands. The funeral had been the next week, with the Mercer girls crying their eyes out, and Eric and Archer crying but still trying to comfort them. The twins became extremely sad, and April even became sick from heartbreak. The triplets hadn't been individual people. They thought of themselves as three pieces to one person, and now one of the pieces is lost forever. Mae signed up for the selection the following spring, hoping to at least have one of her dreams come true. She hated to leave her grieving sister, who still hadn't gotten back to the normal schedule as the rest of the Mercers had to find money, and Mae hoped she would be alright.(NOTICE TO EVERYONE READINT THIS, APRIL IS GOING TO DIE SOMETIME DURING THE SELECTION MWAHAHAHA)

{Family Members}
Eric Mercer~Artist {ALIVE}
Natalie Mercer~Singer {ALIVE}
Archer Mercer {15}~Artist {ALIVE}
Sophie Mercer {10}~Artist {ALIVE}
April Mercer {17}~Musician/Singer {ALIVE}
June Mercer {17}~Musician/Singer {DEAD}

{Likes}
❤ The prince
❤ Family
❤ Singing
❤ Reading
❤ Dancing
❤ Her siblings
❤ Her sisters (triplets)

{Dislikes}
✘ Winter
✘ Ice
✘ Sickness
✘ Leaving her family
✘ Bullies/Jerks
✘ Starving
✘ Her younger siblings starving

{Strengths}
✔ Staying strong for her family
✔ Gorgeous singing voice
✔ Beautiful
✔ Very intelligent
✔ Independent
✔ Can play many instruments


{Weaknesses}
✘ Family/Talking about her family/People insulting her family
✘ Caste number
✘ Can be stubborn

{Talents}
✔ Singing
✔ Playing piano, cello, violin
✔ Dancing
✔ Having fun

[Playlist]
Hey Steven Taylor Swift
Mae has always been in love with the prince, and hopes that now she is in the selection, he might feel the same way
Safe & Sound Taylor Swift
Mae is hoping that the worst of her life is over, and that soon, everything will be better for her
Stronger Kelly Clarkson
Mae has been through a lot, but she's toughed it out. After June died and April got sick, she got back to work to get money for her family, she signed up for the selection, and is stronger girl than most would think

❝You only know how to fly.❞

❘ ❘ ❙ ❙ ❚ 【Etymology】 ❚ ❙ ❙ ❘ ❘

ASTRID | SIGNY | KING

Astrid
➥divinely beautiful
Signy
➥new victory
King
➥leader

Nickname:


❘ ❘ ❙ ❙ ❚ 【Basics】 ❚ ❙ ❙ ❘ ❘
Age: 18
Date of Birth: December 12th, 1995
Caste: Three
Occupation: Aspiring doctor


❘ ❘ ❙ ❙ ❚ 【Appearance】 ❚ ❙ ❙ ❘ ❘


[Height] 5ft. 2in.
[Weight] 113 lbs.
[Eye Colour] Dark brown
[Hair Colour] Dark brown


❘ ❘ ❙ ❙ ❚ 【Personality】 ❚ ❙ ❙ ❘ ❘
Astrid is a sweet, kind, and passionate girl. She's clever and quick thinking, but underestimates her skill. She often hesitates and can get a bit awkward in some situations. Although she gets underestimated quite a lot, she surprises people by rising in the most unlikely occasions. When it comes to opening up, she's pretty reserved, but opens up quickly if she feels she can trust them. She's a bit sensitive about her past, but covers up her emotions well. She wants to become strong leader like her sister, which is why she often checks her emotions and feelings before acting. Very trustworthy, Astrid never lies, unless it's for the better. Even then, she's not very good at it.

Likes
✔ Her sister
✔ Rain
✔ Nature
✔ Stars

Dislikes
✘ Liars
✘ Rebels
✘ Chaos
✘ Bad examples

Strengths
✔ Strategic
✔ Trustworthy
✔ Stable/hides emotions
✔ Under the radar

Weaknesses
✘ Lonely
✘ Awkward at times
✘ Hesitant
✘ Underestimated by herself and others


❘ ❘ ❙ ❙ ❚ 【History & Relations】 ❚ ❙ ❙ ❘ ❘
For years it had always been only the three of them. Astrid and her sister, Verity, along with their father. Astrid and Verity did everything together, from studying to be doctors to stargazing late at night. Verity was the one originally aspiring to be a doctor, but as her little sister, Astrid did what any one would do and wanted to be one too. Their father work as an architect while the two sisters ran around with band aids and cough syrup. The mother of Astrid's family left the world quite some time ago, when Astrid was only six. According to father, she was killed in a rebel attack. They say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Astrid's and Verity's father did not shield his daughters from the lower castes and rebels, like some. No, no. He took his wife's death as simply an example of what Illéa was today. The girls were told the troubles in the world, and of their kingdom and its King. Astrid even spoke to a rebel before, though where he came from is unknown. His name was Remi and his parents were dead. He told her to love your family while you still had them. Years later, Astrid tried to recall what else he had said, to no avail. He was an interesting man, with a scar along his nose. Astrid was reminded everyday after Verity's death, rebels steal. They steal lives and young girls' sisters.

Verity died when Astrid was 11, on a hot July afternoon. Just like their mother, it was the rebels. For years Astrid felt lost without her sister's guidance. Verity was her leader. She had lived up to the Kings' last name. Astrid did not. Astrid stargazed alone, even as she got older. By the time the Selection came around, Astrid was still missing a piece of herself. Her father encouraged her to enter the competition, to halt her loneliness. He believed she needed a companion. Astrid was hesitant, but gave in and began to grow excited. Her sister always wanted Astrid to try for the Selection (Verity would have missed it by a few years), and it was for this reason Astrid was determined to participate and open herself up again.

❘❘❙❙❚✦ Father
❘❘❙❙❚✦ Mother
❘❘❙❙❚✦ Sister - Verity


❝And I am lost again....❞

[First Name] Alexandria
[Last Name] Willows

[Age] 17

[Caste] Two

[Appearance]

[Height] 5'6
[Weight] 112 lbs
[Eye Colour] Light Blue
[Hair Colour] Light Brown
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[Personality] Alexandria is usually nice, but she can be a bit bossy. She likes to get her way, and has always gotten that living in Caste Two. If she is your friend, she will be quite kind to you. Alexandria also can make boys fall in love with her quite fast, her good looks help her with that. She is very manipulative. She is also quite intelligent, and very deceiving.

[History] Alexandria was born into a wealthy family of Twos. She grew up and spoiled and admired by the other citizens of her province, and she liked life that way. She had a talent for modeling at the camera even in the younger years of her life, and she stills models and acts in popular films.

[Family Members]
Mother - Katlyn Willows
Father - James Willows

[Likes]
❤ Boys
❤ Friends
❤ Modeling
❤ Acting
❤ Being the Center of Attention

[Dislikes]
✘ Being Ignored
✘ People in Lower Castes
✘ Not Getting What She Wants
✘ People Better Than Her

[Strengths]
✔ Looks
✔ Being Persuasive
✔ Her Talents
✔ Her Fame
✔ Manipulative

[Weaknesses]
✖ Bossy
✖ Sassy
✖ Spoiled

❝Is it worth shattering yourself? Obviously.❞

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ARWEN | CALISTA | GRIFFITH

Arwen
➥noble maiden
Calista
➥most beautiful
Griffith
➥fierce

Nickname(s):


❘ ❘ ❙ ❙ ❚ 【Basics】 ❚ ❙ ❙ ❘ ❘
Age: 17
Date of Birth: May 22nd, 1997
Caste: Six
Occupation: Waitress


❘ ❘ ❙ ❙ ❚ 【Appearance】 ❚ ❙ ❙ ❘ ❘


[Height] 64 inches
[Weight] 104 lbs.
[Eye Colour] Green
[Hair Colour] Brown (Blonde highlights)


❘ ❘ ❙ ❙ ❚ 【Personality】 ❚ ❙ ❙ ❘ ❘
Confident and proud, Arwen lets nothing stand in her way. Although sometimes she gets a bit carried away, Arwen has a good heart, but it's hidden. She's headstrong and very against the castes. She works as hard as she can always and hates slackers. Never feeling good enough, Arwen pushes herself too hard. Now, Arwen is confident in her attitude, appearance, and other things, but when it comes to her family and doing good for them, she feels she falls short. Arwen can be very stubborn and hates to admit she's wrong, or if she does, she goes about it in a clever, silent way. Adapts well and is on alert at all times, she noticed many details. Arwen can charm many with her charisma and fun personality. You do not, however, want to get on Arwen Griffiths bad side. She can be brutal in cruel if you hurt any of her loved ones or her. Forgetful and somewhat clumsy, Arwen is sometimes described as 'adorable' by her friends and mom, though she hates it.

Likes
✔ Her family
✔ Music
✔ Helping her family

Dislikes
✘ Slackers
✘ Her clumsiness
✘ The castes

Strengths
✔ Strong (Physically and emotionally)
✔ Awareness
✔ Determination

Weaknesses
✘ Too proud
✘ Stubborn
✘ Overworks


❘ ❘ ❙ ❙ ❚ 【History & Relations】 ❚ ❙ ❙ ❘ ❘
Arwen as been working since she was little, but really started pushing herself to work more when her brother died. The way she dealt with the grief was to work harder than before. Her family has been struggling, even before the boys passed away when Arwen was eight. She works as a waitress, as well as helps her mother with photography. When the Selection came, Arwen was determined to pay her family what they deserved. Ya know, she also wouldn't mind meeting the prince....

Mother
Father
Brother, Henry [Deceased]
Brother, Aaron [Deceased]


❝Voila! Masterpiece. But something's missin'....❞

❝Roses come with happy endings, yes?❞

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ANNABEL | FAYE | PROSPER

Annabel
➥grace and beauty
Faye
➥belief
Prosper
➥fortunate

Nickname(s): Annie, Belle


❘ ❘ ❙ ❙ ❚ 【Basics】 ❚ ❙ ❙ ❘ ❘
Age: 19
Date of Birth: November 3rd, 1994 {Birthday during Selection, turning 20}
Caste: Four
Occupation: Factory worker


❘ ❘ ❙ ❙ ❚ 【Appearance】 ❚ ❙ ❙ ❘ ❘


[Height] 60 inches
[Weight] 113 lbs.
[Eye Colour] Gray
[Hair Colour] Blonde


❘ ❘ ❙ ❙ ❚ 【Personality】 ❚ ❙ ❙ ❘ ❘
Annabel is of the optimistic sort, with an adorable smile. She loves everyone and she hardly finds flaws in anyone. She's gullible and sometimes stretched too thin however. Some have taken advantage of her, although she is smart. She's a sucker for fairy tales and true love, so the Selection is perfect for her.

Likes
✔ Fairy tales
✔ True love
✔ Writing

Dislikes
✘ Pessimistic people
✘ Drama
✘ Endings (Unless happy ;) )

Strengths
✔ Positive
✔ Carefree
✔ Determined

Weaknesses
✘ Gullible
✘ Too nice
✘ Ignorant


❘ ❘ ❙ ❙ ❚ 【History & Relations】 ❚ ❙ ❙ ❘ ❘
Annabel was born into a large family, daughter of an aspiring poet and a farmer. She was named after Annabel Lee from Edgar Allen Poe's famous poem. (Annie's fortunate her father stopped her mother at the first name, or she would have had the middle name Lee!) Annabel has always been content with her family; they all were together and ate. Her parents, on the other hand, despised the castes, ate little, and worked endlessly. Annabel was a bit ignorant when it comes to the castes, but helps the best she can with her job. When the chance to live a real fairy tale AND help her family, Annie couldn't say no. She was sure she'd be pick, and her family worried how she'd take being rejected....No worries--for now--as she was selected.

Mother
Father
Sister, Agnes, 22
Sister, Chastity, 16
Brother, Peter, 13
Brother, Clement/Clem, 10
Sister, Winnifred/Winnie, 8
Brother, Benedict, 6


❝I will wear a dress and sparkly shoes.❞

❝ тнαηк уσυ ƒσя υη∂єяѕтαη∂ιηg, αη∂ яємємвєя тнαт ι ∂ση'т ѕαу тнαηк уσυ σƒтєη❞

Name: Rhiannon Brittany Marriot
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight

Caste/Occupation: A Three, Rhiannon belongs to a line of rich doctors, and she herself is currently studying to become a veterinarian.
Reason For Entering: She entered purely for a chance to win and marry the Prince. She may or may not throw a hissy fit if she doesn't win.



Appearance:


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Face Claim: Kaya Scordelairo

Rhiannon has a perfect complexion. Smooth and acne free. Her hair seems to also stay in place and when wet it becomes charmingly curly. It's a deep cocoa brown color- almost black- that matches her bright blue eyes perfectly. She's a good height at 5'8 and weighs 120 pounds. She has always been described as beautiful, and truly, that's what she is.



Personality: Not so pure but honest, Rhiannon is someone who is very picky about her social life and friends. She's different, speaking up but becoming quiet easily. She isn't afraid to speak up however and is easily admirable. She's loyal although if you go against her, there's nada to your relationship. Don't expect her to be a nice flower, she's more a sour poisonous, manipulative one. She expects good qualities in her friends and personally hates the girls in the Selection that just want the title, fame, and power. Not the Prince.

Likes
✔ Sweets
✔ Animals
✔ The Prospect of Having The Crown
✔ Her Trombone ♪ Griffin ♪ Don't Judge Her For Naming Her Trombone
✔ Her Family
✔ Dancing ☼ Gymnastics
✔ The Colors Lime Green ☼ Cattleya Purple

Dislikes:
✘ Overly Nice People
✘ People That Think They Are Better Than Her
✘ Neat Freaks
✘ Mathematics
✘ Bananas ☼ Couscous Salad
✘ Cats



Strengths:
▴ Punctual
▴ Charming ☼ Beautiful
▴ Well Known/Powerful Family
▴ Speaks Her Mind
▴ Intelligent
▴ Lying

Weaknesses:
▾ She Can Have A Dreadful Temper If Provoked
▾ Holds Grudges
▾ Skating


Talents: Rhiannon is fluent in 5 languages:
♛ English
♛ French
♛ German
♛ Italian
♛ Spanish
She's also a wonderful dancer, gymnast, and horseback rider, and is a fast learner. She plays the trombone in her spare time.




History: Rhiannon was born to a wealthy and well known family. She had an older brother that was older by a single year, and they were pretty close although they still had their fights and rivalries and such. A Three, until she was 8 she never knew what poverty felt like. She had always had friends, money, and it seemed like almost everything at her finger tips, but she never overdid anything. She wasn't spoiled, although she could have been. When she was 8, her father took her and her brother with him on a business trip to New Asia- to a poorer country. He wanted her to be appreciative of what she had and to see how many less fortunate people lived. Of course, the image of those people coming up to them and begging for food and money never left her mind for some time. She had been a bit upset that she had to give up all of her pocket money to these people, but understood why. Now, fast forward to when she was 10. She wanted to be in band in Grade Six but her parents wanted her to focus on other more important stuff, like her education. But after a lot of convincing, she got permission to join band. She plays the trombone- she named hers Griffin. But she was criticized by a few Twos for her choice of an instrument. In their minds, playing a Trombone was considered more 'Manly' but she didn't care. And by age 12, she was an excellent player and well known herself. Now, to her Thirteenth birthday. She asked for a puppy. She wanted a Shiba Inu. A black one to be exact. And she got one. It was her reward for being such a good daughter and she named her dog Luna. This was how she earned her love of animals. So she decided to become a veterinarian. Everyone in her family was pleased with a choice of a well paying and respectable profession. But on her Seventeenth birthday, she decided she wanted to enter the Selection. It was a good choice, because she was Selected. Later, she found out that her brother had applied to become a guard at the palace, and was accepted and started on the day she arrived at the palace.



❝ι'м ѕαуιηg ιт ησω- ι ∂σ❞

Family:
Mom: Raina Marriot
Dad: Richard Marriot
Older Brother: Ethan Marriot
Dog: Luna (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]

Other: N/A

[First Name] Asteria Giselle Calden
[Nickname] Giselle, Cas (short for Castor, a nickname given by her father. Part of "the twins" Gemini constellation.)

[Age] 17

[Caste] 3

[Appearance]


[Personality] Asteria has always been a fun-loving girl, seeking to find an adventure wherever she can. As a 3, she was more than able to do this and also be blind to the cruelties of the world leaving her naive to real-world problems. She is naturally curious, energetic, and enjoys learning new subject matters making her an excellent student wherever. Due to this, failure was never a big deal for her and even when she did fail (which was a rarity), it was because she didn't find it interesting and therefore not worth her time. She's never been a particularly hard-working girl, but has never been afraid to get her hands dirty. And while her bubbly nature may make her seem unintelligent, she is vastly knowledgeable and incredibly deep in her thoughts.



[History] As a young girl, Asteria did everything with her twin sister, Phoebe. They goofed around, traded places, and got into all sorts of trouble. Apart from their looks, they were nearly identical in every other matter: both excelled at school, music, and sports by age 13. They were still each others very best of friends and were always kind to the people in their school, earning them popularity. Their excellent grades could be contributed to the fact that their mom worked as a history professor and their dad as an astronomer. Their parents were nearly as fun-loving as the twins, and one could even say they were Asteria and Phoebe's next best friends after each other. One of the few differences between Asteria and Phoebe, however, was the fact that Phoebe adored the Prince. Every time Illea's Weekly Report came on, she was there ready to see her "future husband" while Asteria was dreaming of following in her fathers footsteps and become an astronomer. When the Selection came around, Phoebe entered but Asteria didn't take part. She was determined to succeed in all her classes, and needed no distractions, especially of the royal kind. However, Phoebe's trouble-making trait didn't wear off, and entered Asteria into the competition without her knowing as a way to increase her odds. If no one could tell the difference when she signed them up, how would that change in the Selection? Eventually, Asteria was told of the plan and while she was slightly frustrated, she didn't see it as a huge problem. Most likely, she wouldn't get picked and even if she did Phoebe would take her place. And for a day or two everything was perfect in the Calden household once again. But it seemed like their long-held luck was turning as they discovered their dad was sick with an illness that he most likely wouldn't survive from. Soon after the diagnosis, Asteria was picked to be apart of the Selection and while her parents were proud, no one, not even Phoebe, could focus on that but instead on their dad's decreasing physical state.

[Family Members]
Sister: Phoebe Calden
Mother: Rosalynn Calden
Father: Daniel Calden

[Likes]
-Adventure
-Mystery
-People
-Astronomy

[Dislikes]
-Stereotyping
-Pessimism
-Chaos
-Dishonest people

[Strengths]
-Ability to problem solve, see things clearly
-Is a people-person
-Smart
-Adaptable

[Weaknesses]
-Naive
-Overly optimistic
-Easily distracted
-Shuts herself off

“I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common woman with common thoughts and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough.”

ғɪʀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Claudia
ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Lisette
ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Girard
(nickname) It's really just Claudia


“We are always the same age inside. ”

ᴀɢᴇ: 18
(birthday) Sometime in January. She's not sure of the exact date, all she remembers is they used to celebrate it when there was snow, and after Christmas. She and her few friends usually celebrate it the 18th.
(birthplace) a small farmhouse, now long gone


“It's really a wonder that I haven't dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart.”

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
(sexuality) Heterosexual


“If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.”

Cᴀsᴛᴇ﹕ 6


“Everyone sees what you appear to be, few experience what you really are.”

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:

(face claim) Holland Roden
(description) Claudia has red hair which varies in shade from summer to winter. In the summer, it's almost an orange shade, but in the winter it could almost be considered brown. In the fall and spring, it's simply a natural shade of red. Her eyes vary on the lighting of the room, going from green to blue, to hazel to brown depending on what room she's in. She has very pale skin, and in the summer she gets small freckles on her nose and upper cheeks. She's around five foot seven in height, and she weighs about 115 pounds. It's often remarked upon that she is quite a beauty. For her caste, that is. Almost a shame, some remark. Were that her fortunes had been better, she could have made thousands as a model.


"Don"t get too close, it's dark inside.

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Claudia is surprisingly mischievous, and she loves to play jokes on the other maids. Not harmful, of course, just silly. She's usually a very easy person to be around, as she'll listen to what you have to say, and she'll try to help you with your problems as best she can. She smiles a lot, but behind her sparkling eyes and that smile, there's always a sadness, if you'll care to look. Look even farther, and you'll see the anger. The pain.
(likes)
~Stealing
~Buns
~Dresses
~Long skirts
~Tight fitting pants and shirts
~Gloves
~Learning swordplay
~young children
~Sewing
(dislikes)
~Unneeded wealth
~People who think they're better than everyone else
~Being told what to do
~Men who take advantage of women
(strengths)
~Stealing
~Sewing
~She knows her letters
~She's very pretty
~She appears to be very approachable
(weaknesses)
~Her caste
~She has no family
~She's petrified of fire


"I love him, but only on my own."

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:
There were 5 chairs at the table in her earliest memory. One for mother, one for father, one for grandmother, one for brother, and one for baby.
As she grew older, the number grew. Chairs were added for sister and brother, followed by another for baby.
The family lived on a farm, far away from towns or people. And they were happy.
Every night, the little girl walked 15 minutes to the river with a basket of bread. 15 minutes later, she returned, her basket empty, and the ducks at the river happy.
Every night, the little girl went, even in the dead of winter.
One night was different.
The air felt hot as she returned with her empty basket. Then the smoke rose to the air. Then the fire was seen.
Then the wails of a small girl were heard.
But no one heard them.
For the girl was now alone.
That night, she walked far. And in the morning, a small girl was discovered on the edge of town in a snowbank, fingers nearly frozen to her empty basket.
Now the girl had a new home, serving a family with far more chairs than 8. They had mother and father and children and butler and maids and grooms and coachmen and many others.
One of those children was a boy.
When the girl was older, the boy began to notice that girls were different than him. And he noticed that the girl was very much so, and he was very interested.
Her fear of fire was her undoing.
He soon coaxed her into a corner, and when they were caught, he told lies, and she was thrown out into the snow.
And she walked.
And walked.
And kept walking.
Then she found a very big house, with big walls, and many people. No one noticed as she joined the many people bustling about. And she found the food.
And a boy found her.
He should have turned her in to his father, the king of the land, but he did not.
And now the girl had a home. She cleaned clothes, and cleaned rooms, and was happy.
And she did not forget the boy who took pity on her.
She never stopped wondering what if.
And then she got her chance, a competition to win his heart.
(family)
All dead.

“We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another.”
― Veronica Roth, Divergent

[First Name] Lucy
[Middle Name] Vee
[Last Name] Roberts
[Age] 19
[Caste] 2

“We're all human, aren't we? Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

[Appearance]

[Height] 4 ft 12
[Weight] 84 kg
[Eye Colour] Hazel
[Hair Colour] Brown


“You can't stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.”
― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

[Personality] ISTJs are quiet and reserved individuals who are interested in security and peaceful living. They have a strongly-felt internal sense of duty, which lends them a serious air and the motivation to follow through on tasks. Organized and methodical in their approach, they can generally succeed at any task which they undertake.

ISTJs are very loyal, faithful, and dependable. They place great importance on honesty and integrity. They are "good citizens" who can be depended on to do the right thing for their families and communities. While they generally take things very seriously, they also usually have an offbeat sense of humor and can be a lot of fun - especially at family or work-related gatherings.




[History]
Lucy Vee Roberts, a darling girl was born the 12th of October. Her parents were killed shortly after her siblings birth when she was 5. Afterwards they were sent to live near the palace. She was supposed to train as a maid with her sister , however her family commitments with Everly and William (age 5) meant one had to drop out of the program. She taught herself to write and read while looking after them during the day. She and her sister hadn't spoken for two years before she heard her sister's job as a guard was in jeopardy. She agreed to this so her sister could keep her job.

[Family Members]
Everly Roberts , 14
William Roberts, 14
Beth Roberts, 26

“I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now and live in it forever.”
― Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

[Likes]
Hanging out with the butlers and the maids
Rain
Writing
Reading
The cold
[Dislikes]
Hot temputures
dresses
snotty people
germs



“I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women>

[Strengths]
Reading
Being generous
Acting
Looking after others

[Weaknesses]

Being a doormat
Germs
Snotty people
Heat



“I already knew our “ever after” wouldn't always be happy or even comfortable―and clearly it couldn't be expected to go according to plan. Still, it was ours. And we were both determined enough to see it through to “the end.”
― Angela N. Blount, Once Upon an Ever After

'I let you in. But I'm so scared of what you'll see; just skin and bones, hiding this monster inside of me. ' - Paradise Fears
[First Name] Elizabeth
[Middle Name] -
[Last Name] Giles
[Nickname] Lisbeth

[Age] 17
birthdate April 17th
star sign Aries

[Caste] 7

[Appearance]
[Height] 185cm
[Weight] 108 lb
[Eye Colour] bluey grey
[Hair Colour] auburny brown

[Personality] Lisbeth has quite a quiet personality, probably not best for someone in the selection. However, this will mean that she won't make too many enemies; hopefully. She also knows when not to talk, growing up being bossed around by other castes. Shes caring, and feels weird in the selection. This is something unreal to her.

[History] since the age of 12, Lisbeth has been a carer for her mum, who developed Parkinson's. she can't do anything for herself, barely, so it's Lisbeths job to look after her and try to earn enough money for them to live. She often goes hungry just to feed her mum and pay for doctors, which doesn't happen very often.
[Family Members]
Mum - Camille Giles - 50
[Likes]
- drawing. But she can't because she's not a 5.

[Dislikes]
- arrogance.

[Strengths]
- drawing
- finding work where there's none to be had
<.b>[Weaknesses]<./b>
- her mum.

[Other] she has a tattoo of angel wings on her collar, something done by a fellow 7.

[First Name] Sloane
[Middle Name] Leisl
[Last Name] Barrymore

[Age] 18

[Caste] 3

[Appearance]

[Height] 1,69
[Weight] 55 kg
[Eye Colour] bright blue with grey spots
[Hair Colour] dark blonde.

[Personality]
Sloane is a very sweet girl, but always puts to much pressure on herself. This can make her stressfull and make her act like she doesn't care. But she cares. She is a happy person most of the time and can be very dramatic. She is also very emotional. She can controll her emotions very well but when she is with her mother or father it becomes harder to hide her feelings because they know her very well. This makes her a pretty good liar for those who don't know her very well. She likes being outside and alone, but she also likes being around people. She likes to party, but doesn’t party very often. She knows how to defend herself. She is very honest. Not that she tells everything. She is modest, not like very modest, but she would not brag about something.
Because of the situation with her real father, Sloane is really protective over children and mothers and she comes up for families with a father problem.

[History]
She was born in a one parent family. Her father had disappeared when she was not even born jet. When she was one her mother met a new guy and he became her father. She even calls him dad. Almost no one knows that he isn’t her real father and she likes to keep it that way. It was a shame to the family when her real father left her mother. She has a really good bond with her mother. When she was five, her mother got pregnant again. She got a girl. Two years later she got another baby. It was a boy. What she never told anyone but her daughter is, that the baby isn’t from the stepfather but from Sloanes father. When Sloane found out the thruth, her mother told her the truth about her father. He and her mother had another son before Sloan but he died. Sloanes father became very abusive and persuasive. Her mother is scared of him. Her stephfather knows the truth about Sloanes father, but not that her little brother is not his.
She has a youth best friend, a boy. His name is Tristan and he is her best friend. She isn’t in love with him, not really. She does love him. Maybe if she doesn’t get chosen, she will get in a relationship with him. Because it would be the logical thing to do, because she wouldn't mind living with him forever.

[Family Members]
Mother: (40)Kristina Havens-Barrymore
Stepfather: (43) Lucas Barrymore
Brother(deceased): No name
Sister: Maran
Brother: Bodhi

[Likes]
1. Swimming
2. Her family
3. Pie
4. Flowers

[Dislikes]
1. Know it alls
2. Pumpkin
3. Brags
4. Fathers who are unkind to their kids

[Strengths]
She knows how to defend herself and how to take care of people. She is good in listening and in cheering people up.
[Weaknesses]
She sometimes puts too much expectations on herself and other people. (More on herself) This makes her crabby so now and then.

[Other]
She owns a tame ferret. Named Bernhard.
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I can't imagine a person really enjoying a book and only reading it once.

ғɪʀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Rosaline
ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Annabelle
ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Peronal
(nickname) Rose


Those of us who are blamed when old for reading childish books were blamed when children for reading books too old for us.

ᴀɢᴇ: 18
(birthday) December 30th
(birthplace) A hospital



ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
(sexuality) Heterosexual
(relationship status) Competing for the Prince's hand
(crush) Supposedly the Prince, but she has 100 fictional crushes.



ᴄᴀsᴛᴇ: 3


A children's story that can only be enjoyed by children isn't a good children's story in the slightest.

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:

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(face claim) Anna Popplewell
(description) Rose is considered to be very pretty by most everyone, and quite a few boys have fallen head over heels for her at first sight. She has gorgeous dark brown hair, blue eyes and is 5'6". She has quite a few freckles on her nose, forehead and upper cheeks.


I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes, and the noise of wind under the tiles. Also, of endless books.

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: To say that Rose loves books would be an understatement. She lives for books, can't wait to crack open another one, to enter a new world with new people with new stories. She's not antisocial, or at least she can carry on a conversation, but you can always tell that she'd much rather be curled up in an armchair with a leather bound volume than talk to you. That's just how she is.
If you're a child, however, she might smile, beckon you towards her, and pull a fairy tale or some other novel suitable for children from out of nowhere, and sit with you for hours, reading, talking, explaining. She loves children, or at least the children who're willing to come. The others she has no time for, along with adults who say that she needs to take her nose out of her books and join the 'real world.'
She doesn't like to admit it, but she harbors a secret dream to publish books herself. She loves to write almost as much as she loves to read, although on paper it never sounds the way it does in her head.
(likes)
~Books
~Libraries
~Children
~The smell of freshly mown grass
~The smell of dusty old books
(dislikes)
~People who won't leave her alone when she's reading
~People who annoy her
~People who damage books with their carelessness
~People who claim they don't have time for reading
(strengths)
~Reading
~Writing
~Dealing with children
(weaknesses)
~Putting the book down
~Being around people for too long


Crying is all right in its way while it lasts. But you have to stop sooner or later, and then you still have to decide what to do.

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Rose grew up in an average household as a three. They had enough money to have a nice house, and afford fairly average things, but they certainly weren't twos by any means. Even at an early age, Rose loved to go to the library. She went whenever she could, and always returned home with a large stack of books.
When she entered her teens, she began to volunteer at the library, sorting books, helping with the programs and that sort of thing. Her dream came true when she was offered a part-time job there. When she finishes high school, she intends to attend university and then work at the library full-time. Her parents don't want to crush her dreams, but they also know that she could work a much better paying job. They convinced her to try for the selection as a sort of a wake-up call, to remind her that there are more things in life than books. They didn't really except her to get in, and had a pleasant surprise when she did get in. Rose wasn't expecting to get in, herself, which was the only reason she agreed to apply for it. None of the three are really expecting for her to win.
(family)
Her parents.


You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.

It's all make-believe, isn't it?
ғɪʀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Scarlett
ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Evalyn
ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Danette
(nickname) Scar (only if she lets you)


You never know what life is like until you've lived it.

ᴀɢᴇ: 18
(birthday) February 16th
(birthplace) A hospital


I am very definitely a woman, and I enjoy it.

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:
(sexuality) Heterosexual
(relationship status) Competing for the Prince
(crush) the Prince


We are all of us stars, and we deserve to twinkle

ᴄᴀsᴛᴇ: 2


I don't mind making jokes, but I don't want to look like one.

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:

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(face claim) Jacqueline Emerson
(description) Scarlett is, in a few words, stunning. She's 5 foot 8 inches, and has a fantastic figure. She has shoulder length red hair that every girl in Illea dreams of having. She has eyes that vary from pale blue to pale green to grey depending on the lighting.


I am still human.

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: To the media, and to Illea, Scarlet is untouchable. She's fabulous, beautiful, and seemingly good at everything. She's the poster girl for everything she agrees to sign her name to, and is one of the most popular celebrities in the country. Every girl in the country wants to be her.
Scarlett is sassy, has a rather wicked sense of humour, and is never shy of a good joke. But at the same time, she manages to be a role model. How? She's a mystery, even with cameras capturing every minute of her life. And it infuriates the media that they still don't know what goes on in her head.
But who is she really? Who is she when the cameras aren't rolling? The same. Why? The cameras don't ever stop rolling. Not ever. She has to keep up her perfect appearance, because she doesn't know when there could be a camera pointed her way. Even she doesn't remember what it was like to just relax and not have to check for how many cameras were pointed her way before entering a room.
Every detail of her private life is broadcast to the public, whether it's a new beau, or the fact that she ate green beans for dinner (at this announcement, little girls beg their parents for green beans).
Sometimes it's too much, all the cameras, and everything else, but she can't ever let anyone know. The cameras are always rolling, and the show must go on.
(likes)
~The colour green
~Smiling
~Laughing
~The Prince
(dislikes)
~Cameras
~Having no private life
~Having to be perfect all the time
(strengths)
~Her popularity
~Her fashion sense
~She knows how to influence the media
~Her beauty
~She's distantly related to British royalty
(weaknesses)
~Despite her upper-classness, she has never been in close contact with the prince. They've seen each other across the room, but have never engaged in conversation.
~Her enemies
~Her rivals


In spite of everything, life is not without hope.

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Scarlett was born a 2. And with her mother's guidance, from the age of 14 onwards, she was famous. Now, at 18, she's at her most popular. She's recently star in five major films, has come out with her third album, and has modeled in one of the biggest fashion shows of the year. She never has a night off, as she's usually filming some commercial, or in the recording studio, or on the red carpet.
But despite the glamour and the glitz, rumors circulate, as they always do. The other actresses and models never pass up a chance to spread them about her, or bring her down a peg.
And then, of course, there's the strange men that keep following her. She's seen the same five men everywhere she goes for the past few weeks. She tries to tell herself they must be fans, but it seems there must be some other reason...
(family)
Her father, 52, is her manager
Her mother, 45, is the one who really runs the show, who talks to her through her earpiece when she doesn't know what to say at an interview
Her brother, 16, is a hanger-on to her fame, not getting enough of the girls who can;t get enough of him
Her stylist, 27, who's really her only friend that she can trust. He's been her stylist since the start, and she can always confide in him.


I believe everything happens for a reason.

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↳The Devil Within↲

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{ first name } Alexandra
↳ GENDER: Feminine
USAGE: German, Swedish, Norwegian, Danish, Dutch, French, English, Greek, Portuguese, Romanian, Czech, Slovak, Hungarian, Spanish, Russian, Ancient Greek, Greek Mythology
OTHER SCRIPTS: Αλεξανδρα (Greek), Александра (Russian)
PRONOUNCED: ah-lek-SAHN-drah (German, Romanian), ah-lək-SAHN-drah (Dutch), al-əg-ZAN-drə (English), ə-lə-SHAN-drə (Portuguese), ə-lə-SHAN-drə (Brazilian Portuguese) [key]
Meaning & History
Feminine form of ALEXANDER. In Greek mythology this was a Mycenaean epithet of the goddess Hera, and an alternate name of Cassandra. It was borne by several early Christian saints, and also by the wife of Nicholas II, the last czar of Russia. She was from Germany and had the birth name Alix, but was renamed Александра (Aleksandra) upon joining the Russian Church.

{ middle name } Row
{ last name } Udinov

{ nickname/alias } Alexa Lambert
↳ Not many people know her real name. Because her family was a major southern rebel name, she changed it immediately after her parents death. She is now known as Alexa Lambert, and the only people who know her name are either dead or are fellow rebels.


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❝You have no right to judge me, just look at yourself❞
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{ Aɢe } 18

{ Geɴder } Feminine [xx chromosome]

{ Iɴғαтυαтιoɴ } Uɴᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ
➛ Alex isn't the type of girl to have a crush. She finds them stupid and useless, and besides, getting close to someone only means their gonna be taken away from her. Everyone she's ever cared about in her life has died, so don't expect her to easily open you into her arms.

{ Aғғιlιαтιoɴ } Selected Girl/Rebel- Caste: 2
➛ Alexa was selected after someone on the inside managed to get a rebel, Alexa, into the selection. She is a southern rebel, and will do anything she can to take the royals down, so she plans on killing the prince, and all the other royals. Alexandra is a 2, mainly because of her mother's position as a professional model. Her father was a police officer but since her name was "changed" no one knows about him being her father.



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❝ You weren't a star to me: you where the whole damn sky❞
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{ Fαce Clαιм } Kristina Bazan

Alexandra is definitely a looker. Her complexion is sunk kist, a soft honey color. She has a sculptured face, with a defined jaw and high cheek bones. Alex has round doe eyes, framed by long, thick, black eyelashes and thin brown eyebrows. Her hair is naturally ombre, which some find very strange and often believe she's lieing when she tells them it's natural. The thing everyone usually notices first is her eye color, which an amber gold color.(view spoiler)[
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Alexandra stands at 5'7 and has a very athletic frame- skinny and curvy and plenty of hidden muscles.



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❝Cause I feel like I'm the worst, so I always act like the best❞
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➛ hair- Dirty/Light Blonde. Alexa's hair is naturally ombre, with dark roots ad lighter blonde ends.
➛ eyes- Baby Blue
➛ skin- Lightly Tanned
➛ height- 5'4
➛ weight- 100 lbs
➛ vocals- Strong & Sweet
➛ dominant hand- Double Handed
➛ distinguishing markings-
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Tattoo's:



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❝I'm surrounded by idiots, and it makes me feel good❞
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➛ Alexa is an intelligent, ambitious, depressed, and woman who is highly confident in her fighting skills. She is not one to back away from danger, and often goes out of her way to find danger and help others. Aside from her natural talents and developed skills, Alexa's most prominent attributes are her capacity for kindness, intelligence, and trust. While Alexa may not be very trusting herself, there is no doubt that she will never gossip or tell other peoples secrets. When you need to talk about something, and don't want anyone else to know, she is the person to go to.

➛ Alexa has shown that she is capable of handling herself in dangerous situations, and is beyond dangerous when in a fight. What she lacks in strength, she makes up for with speed and agility. Many people underestimate her, and that can be deadly for them when in battle. She finds people's weaknesses and uses them to her advantage.

➛ Conversely, Alexa's cover persona is portrayed as a jocular, socially-awkward nerd. She has a habit of babbling without censoring herself, and usually does so using double ententes with sexual connotation. This happens when she is nervous, particularly in the presence of authority figures, like royals or older people. Her "trademark" babbling often results in her feeling embarrassed, so she tries to backtrack and explain herself, which only contributes to her rambling.. She is not, in fact a rambler, but very few people know this unless they have a one on one conversation with her. But despite her tendency to babble, she isn't afraid to give voice to her opinions, and she always stands her ground unwavering when she knows she's in the right.

➛ If their's one thing she's good at, it's manipulating. Alexandra is great at manipulating others, especially people who don't know her. She often uses her appearance as a cover story- she either acts like an innocent little girl or a promiscues young lady. Alexa doesn't like getting attached to people. She is a severely destroyed young women who doesn't like to attach to people because everything important in her life has been destroyed. Another thing you should know about her- she is filled with false guilt. Alexa feels responsible for her fathers death, and she shows that by dedicating her life to her work.

{ Sтreɴɢтнѕ }
★ Lieing
★ Fighting
★ Flirting
★ Manipulating
★ Acting
★ General Weaponry-Fighting Knowledge (because her dad was a cop)

{ Weαĸɴeѕѕeѕ }
★ Emotions
★ Romance
★ Distractions of Any Kind



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Alexandra had an easy life growing up. She was the daughter of Nikolai Udinov, former Russian mob boss before moving to America where he then became a police officer, and Moira Udinov who is a professional model. Ever since she was little, her father would tell her, "If you can help someone, it's your duty to help them". Her family lived by that code. They gave to others, spending more money on the poor instead of themself. Ever since she was little, she wanted to help others. When she was 12, her father told her about the rebels, and, much to her mothers dissaproval, she joined them. Since then she helped them with raids against the palace, all because of her father. And then their was the day that changed her life.

Her family had been at home, her mother was braiding Alex’s hair, her father was in the living room with other rebels planning the next raid on the castle. Thats when the gunfire started. Her mother and father hid Alexandra under her bed, while her mother escaped out the back. Her father had been in the room with Alex. Someone kicked the door down and mowed him down, right in front of her. His body landed by the bed, and she managed to get his watch, the only thing she would have to remember him by, because the next day, the house was burned down, along with all the evidence. The man who had killed her father was a royal guard, hired by the king no doubt to extinguish the rebels. Ever since that day she has hated the royals, and when the rebels came up with the plan to get her selected so she kill the prince, she jumped on the oppurtunity. Alex would have her revenge after all...

{ Fαмιly }
➛ Nikolai Udinov was a brave man. He was a police officer, and a rebel leader. Nikolai was murdered in cold blood by the royal guards, and now, Bo will avenge him. When Nikolai died, he had enough time to give her his watch, which she never takes off now.
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[First Name] Piper
[Last Name] Oakrose

[Age] 18

[Caste] Three

[Appearance]

[Height] 5'7
[Weight] 112lbs
[Eye Colour] Blue
[Hair Colour] White Blonde
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[Personality] Piper is very smart and intelligent, and also very kind. Being born in Caste Three, she was raised to be that way, but she goes a bit beyond that. Piper is also very caring and kind, and she cares for her younger sister with love that a lot of sisters don't have. She is introverted when you first meet her, but when you get to know her, she can become very extroverted. Piper is also clever, and she knows how she might be able to win the selection. She truly wanted to enter the Selection so she could fall in love with the prince. Piper really didn't care about being the queen, though she has the ambition and wit to be a queen.

[History] Piper was born into the Third Caste, and she is the older sibling of her sister, Katie. She was planning to open a library, but once she found out about the selection, she immediately entered the selection, and she got chosen. Piper was sad to leave her family, but she was excited to go into the selection, it was better than any of the fairy tales that she had read.

[Family Members]
Lilli Oakrose - Mother
Mark Oakrose - Father
Katie Oakrose - Younger Sister

[Likes]
★ Books
★ Fantasy Stories
★ Libraries
★ The Prince
★ Friends
★ Family
★ Sweets

[Dislikes]
★ Books Falling Apart
★ Rebels
★ Mean People
★ Dirt

[Strengths]
★ Intelligent
★ Witty
★ Ambitious
★ Kind
★ Beautiful

[Weaknesses]
★ Can Be Very Introverted If She Gets Caught Up In a Good Book
★ Sometimes a Bit Too Ambitious
★ Can Be Bossy
★ Can Be Mean On Accident

[Amelie]- Work in French
[Calla]- Beautiful in Greek
[Mabelle]- Lovable or dear in Latin

[Age- 16]

[Caste- 3]
[Appearance]
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[Height-5 feet 3 inches]
[Weight-108 pounds]
[Eye Colour-green]
[Hair Colour-blonde]
[Face Claim- Audrey Whitby]

[Personality]
Amelie is fun-loving and outgoing. She's always up for an adventure. Amelie makes friends and keeps them very easily. She is smart as well. Many people say that she has a bright mind, which is definitely true. She is quite smart and does well in school. She doesn't let academics rule her life though.

[History]
Amelie's mother and father were Mary and William. They were both threes. Mary had tried for the selection, but didn't get it. For a couple of weeks, she was awfully sad. Soon after, she met William and knew that fate had chosen the right path for her.

Mary and William got married a year after they had known each other. Mary was a school teacher and William was a professor. They lived a pretty comfortable life. Two years after they were married, Mary and William had their first child, Amelie.

Amelie wanted a little brother or sister growing up, but learned to be happy as an only child. When she was 8 years old, her parents had twins: Madison and Morgan. Amelie was almost like an aunt to them rather than a sister just because of the age difference.

Amelie grew up in the third caste. She loved reading when she was growing up. Her plan was to open a library when she was old enough. Of course, she also dreamed of being a princess. What little girl doesn't? The selection was a great opportunity for that to happen.

[Family Members]
↳Mother: Mary Mabelle
↳Father: William Mabelle
↳Sister: Madison Mabelle
↳Sister: Morgan Mabelle

[Likes]
↳Books
↳Castles
↳Her family
↳Animals

[Dislikes]
↳Gossip
↳Bad tv shows
↳Brattiness
↳Magazines

[Strengths]
↳Smart
↳Makes friends easily

[Weaknesses]
↳Loyal to her family
↳Very opionated

[Other]
Amelie is pronounced like A-meh-ly. Also like Ahmely.
She is allergic to strawberries.

Wнσ єνєя ѕαι∂ тнαт "ѕρσтℓєѕѕ gιηgєяѕ" cσυℓ∂η'т нανє ƒυη? - Rσѕє Bℓутнє




[Fιяѕт Nαмє] Rose
[Lαѕт Nαмє] Blythe

[Agє] 18

[Cαѕтє] Four

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Fαcє Cℓαιм: Karen Gillan
Hєιgнт: 5'7
Wєιgнт: 123 lbs
Eує Cσℓσя: Green
Hαιя Cσℓσя: Red
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[Pєяѕσηαℓιту] Rose is very kind and sweet to say the least. She won't just pass by someone who needs help and not help them. Rose is also very smart and enjoys reading and solving logic problems, though isn't as "nerdy" as a Three. She isn't very judgmental usually, but sometimes judges Sixes and Sevens, though hates herself for doing that. Rose is also very ambitious and determined, so she really wants to win the selection, become the queen, and most importantly, marrying the prince. Though she really wants to fall in love with the prince, she isn't totally crazy and creepy about him.

[Hιѕтσяу]
Rose grew up in a normal, middle-class family of Fours. There was her mother, Claire Blythe, her father, John Blythe, and her older brother John Blythe II. Her parents ran (and still run) a small company which sells various clothing items. Her family was all calm and peaceful, until one night. One night when Rose was twelve, Southern Rebels mysteriously attacked their home. Rose's older brother died trying to protect her. That memory comes back to her a lot, and causes severe depression at times.

After that happened, Rose wanted to be more prepared. She wasn't going to die after the sacrifice her brother made for her. Rose tried to train by improving her mind by reading and solving logical problems, and she also improved her physical strength by climbing and swimming. There hadn't been any other rebel attacks, but she still trained.

When Rose was 18, she heard about The Selection. She really wanted to enter, it gave her the chance of a lifetime. She was ecstatic when she heard that she was chosen. Rose was slightly scared, but she felt ready for The Selection to begin.

[Fαмιℓу Mємвєяѕ]
Claire Blythe - Mother
John Blythe - Father
John Blythe II - Older Brother (Deceased)

[Lιкєѕ]
✵ Family
✵ Friends
✵ Nice People
✵ The Prince
✵ Reading
✵ Climbing
✵ Solving Problems
✵ Sweets

[Dιѕℓιкєѕ]
✵ Death
✵ Depression
✵ The Southern Rebels
✵ Mean/Rude People



[Sтяєηgтнѕ]
✵ Brave
✵ Smart
✵ Determined
✵ Kind
✵ Pretty
✵ Loyal

[Wєαкηєѕѕєѕ]
✵ Can Be Rude
✵ Sometimes a Bit Too Serious
✵ Can Be Sensitive



Lιƒє cαη вє α ƒαιяу тαℓє ιƒ уσυ αℓℓσω ιт тσ вє σηє - Rσѕє Bℓутнє

|When all of your flaws and all of my flaws are laid out one by one...|

►►►|Emerson Dakota Argent|◄◄◄

↛Emerson
Of German origin, meaning industrious ruler
↛Dakota
Of Sioux origin, meaning ally or friend
↛Argent
Derived from the Latin argentum, meaning silver or white metal
Alias: Em, Argent!

True Age: 16
Apparent Age: 15-18
Birthday: August 19th
Zodiac: Leo

Caste: Seven
Occupation: Construction Worker

Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Appearance:


Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 97 lbs
Build: Slim, muscular, but not without curves

There is a delicate beauty in Emerson that goes against the toughness in her eyes. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and that very well may be true, for Emerson’s eyes are old eyes, eyes that have seen too much pain and have toughened, eyes of iron, absorbing the heat, the pain, but somehow staying cool. Rigid. Uncracked. It’s a contradiction to the rest of her face. The angular, cutting, but somehow delicate form of her cheekbones. She is slim, but she is muscular and strong, and despite the coolness, the ice in her eyes, she is still alive, still fire, and her voice flows like molten lava. Warm, fluid, hardening into rock too soon. She is not only beautiful, she is radiant. But don’t let that trick you. The pretty face is only that: a face, and if one treats her like her face is all that matters, the consequences will be dire.

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Emerson is not a girl one can categorize easily. Her posture is straight, like a soldier’s, and every single step is a step taken in confidence. But there are moments when you can catch her off guard, and doubt radiates in her form. She is tough, encased with metal, unbreakable, with her combat boots, her biting sense of humor, her sarcasm, her street smarts, her eyes that never miss anything. She sees you, although it’s not quite so clear if you see her. But she is human, and pain gets to her just like anyone else. As does love. And faith. The thing is, Em has grown up in a world of pain. She is a mess, a product of broken people trying to piece together a wooden puppet with the scraps and shards left over from their lives. Nothing seems to fit perfectly and there are so many loose ends, so many chips and cracks in her form. One might call her unpredictable, but Em is steady. She just doesn’t know how to wield her power-- her fingers made of wood and steel and glass. She hides them under gloves of iron, and people don’t know what to make of this girl-- a girl who is, in most aspects, perfectly nice, but also a jumble of contradictions. Jagged, rough edges melding with smooth, curved ones. In the end, she could be anyone, except for the light which emanates faintly. She has been corrupted and has corrupted, and yet, there are still sparks of innocence. She has grown up in a world bleak and desolate, and yet she hopes. She has lived so long in the dark and yet within her is a spark of light, light which flickers and wavers, but never ever completely goes out.

|There's a hole in my soul, can you fill it? Can you fill it?|

Strengths:
↣ Fighting of any kind
↣ Laughing everything off
↣ Practical and pragmatic views of the world
↣ Common sense and wisdom beyond her years
↣ Powers of observation and judgment
↣ Independence
Weaknesses:
↣ Inability to let down her guard
↣ Bluntness
↣ Unpredictability and sudden tempestuous bursts of anger/sadness
↣ Can be insensitive/inconsiderate
↣ Pain from her past

Likes:
► Freedom
► Weapons (the physical (e.g. guns), the verbal (her sarcasm), the mental (the iron shield around her heart)
► Sarcasm and dark humor
► Proving people wrong
► Anything that will fulfill her sweet tooth
► Rain
► Bare feet
► Dancing (strangely enough)
► Running/pushing herself to her physical limit
Dislikes:
► Limitations
► Most authority figures
► Small talk
► Shoes
► Singing
► Arrogance
► Fakers and those driven by want for fame/money/reputation
► Sitting still/being inactive for extended periods of time
► Inequality (especially in the caste system)
► Nosy people who are too curious for their own good

        Myers-Brigg Type: INTJ

      

History:

“Life: a constellation of vital phenomena—organization, irritability, movement, growth, reproduction, adaptation.”
― Anthony Marra, A Constellation of Vital Phenomena

Her father was a guard at the palace. He was a guard until something, no one knows what, set him off, and his sanity started slipping away, bit by bit by bit. And then an attack. No one knows who, they just know it was a miracle, a miracle that the man managed to survive the explosion unharmed except for the loss of an arm. By this time, he’d had visions. Most people can feel their demons. But now, he not only felt them, he saw them. They were too real. He lost everything else too quickly all because of the current of lunacy and the lack of an arm.

He was soon an eight. It was a dark place, a place full of despair, of chaos, and a place where warmth of any kind was hard to come by. She came to him and offered him warmth and they lay there, huddled like animals, not even human. Nine months later, in the place of the dying, life emerged. She left him there, with that child, that pathetic, mewling parasite. But he stared into those eyes and saw for the first time in years with clarity. She did not belong to the dumpster. She belonged to him. He named her Emerson, because there had been a writer which he had once heard of from a Three, a writer whose words spoke of despair and of joy and rang with truth.

It was not a world meant for little girls. And so, as soon as she could walk, he taught her to fight. On good days, he taught her the letters, scrounged his way to buy old, tattered books, taught her to carve out letters in the dirt and watch them blow away when the wind blew in. He wrote her stories on the margins of these books, on scraps of newspaper, on the walls of their little shed, stories of the past, of humanity and hope. Most days, however, they woke up before the sun and he taught her that bloody knuckles are better than bloody noses, that steady hands lead to steady aim, and steady aim leads to steady shots.

Other little girls were obsessed with their dolls, or perhaps their music or their drawings or their books. Em embraced fighting. A scrawny, yet beautiful girl who still had an aura of innocence. Too many tried to take advantage of her. One by one, she fought them off, hoping that in the process, one day she’d be able to throw aside her father’s demons, deliver the final blow, the final shot, the final stab, and that the lapses of clarity would become permanent.

It didn’t happen. What did happen was this: by the time Em was twelve, no one dared mess with her. No one dared mess with her father, a huddling, miserable heap of a man who muttered to himself and refused to speak to anyone, who screamed and clawed and thrashed like a rabid animal. He recognized Em, her voice soothed him, and he became her child. She was the one who made sure his face was, if not clean, then at least respectable, that somehow, they had food, that their little shack stayed theirs, that there was a cot for him to lay his head when there was too much pain. Twelve was when she found the bottle, and they both drank themselves numb. Thirteen was when a man came in, grinned at her stupor, and rid her of every material possession, gave her a black eye and a broken nose and two broken ribs, but spared the life of her father. It was enough. Enough for her to keep going.

Fourteen was when her father started slowly, but surely treating her like everyone else, as if she were a stranger, as if she had claws and as if he were being attacked. The day came when he screamed bloody murder in pain and writhed on the floor. His mind was gone. There were too many voices, but no one was speaking out loud. He could see the demons, and they were telling him things even he couldn’t understand, and all he knew was that he was cursed, that they were all cursed, and he cried like a babe and lay there and writhed. She walked in and her heart broke and she grabbed her gun. Eyes closed, but she was never one to waste bullets. To miss a shot.

He was the only reason she had for staying. He had been her love, but he was not her hope. She had known already that that was long gone, that this world was not one that handed out miracles like blows in the stomach. She pawned off what she had, but she kept her revolver. A souvenir, for old time’s sake, and a practical one, too. She did what she could to rid herself of the traces of her past and she found a job as a construction worker. One caste up. It meant all the difference. Now, her name meant something. Now, she was living in a different kind of misery, yes, but the light in the people’s eyes still shone with humanity.

And then, news of the selection. She didn’t care. Honestly, she didn’t know why she even went in to get her picture taken, to sign up. Maybe, just maybe, it was the thought of her father, of his frame lying there pitifully and all the life that had gone wasted, her vow that her brokenness would never lead her down that path. Ambition shone in her eyes. There was no surprise when she was announced, only a newfound fire and hope.

She sold everything to buy a dress, a dress that was much too expensive, but beautiful, a dress that was unwieldy, but provided the layers for a secret pocket, sewn into the inseam. Everything went. Except the revolver. With the weight of the gun in her dress, she got on the train.

|Look at the wonderful mess that we made...|

Family:
↣Mother||Unknown||Unknown status
↣Father||Carson Avery Argent||Deceased

Other:
Flaws||Bastille

|Sometimes the wire must tense for the note...|

►►►|Eden Vendetta Lindquist|◄◄◄

↛ Eden
Of Hebrew origin, meaning, delight, place of pleasure
↛Vendetta
Of Italian origin, meaning, revenge or blood feud
↛Lindquist
Of Swedish origin, meaning lime tree twig
Alias: Evey

True Age: 17
Apparent Age: 16-19
Birthday: November 5
Zodiac: Scorpio

Caste: Two
Occupation: Professional archer/part-time model

Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Appearance:



Hair: Brown and naturally wavy/curly
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 113 lbs
Build: Lean and lithe

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Eden turns heads when she walks into a room. She is warm, compassionate, easy-to-smile, someone you can always count on to laugh at your pathetic jokes. She is filled with confidence which never sours into vanity. She prefers to listen rather than to talk, and there is a quality in her which makes it easy to bare all. Maybe it’s because she looks like one who has nothing to hide. Even in her quiet moments she is always welcoming, always glowing, always open. But Eden’s pretty personality is the ice which submerges layers of complexity.

She is terrified of looking weak. Of being doubted, of feeling helpless. She doesn’t strive so much for freedom as for control over herself. She doesn’t mind locking herself up in a cage so long as she is clinging fiercely to the key.Her warmth and electricity can become mutilated, and Evey can be just as fueled by anger as she can by kindness. She has a hard time forgiving, forgiving her parents, forgiving her friends, and forgiving herself. Anger is planted and can easily take root in a wild, terrifying tree of infuriation if she doesn’t catch herself in time.

She gets along with many, but puts her trust in few. Eden trusts her gut-- that instantaneous connection, the underlying current that flows through when she first meets someone. She is faithful and tirelessly devoted to the ones she loves. If you manage to pierce through her soul, your pain will become her pain, she will become an eternal well of loyalty and affection, catching you off guard with a hug, squeezing you, inhaling you, letting the warmth rub off. The only thing she asks of her friends is for honesty. Betray her and she will cut you off, the mask of indifference never quite completely covering the disappointment and pain in her eyes.
In the core, Eden is made up of and fueled by compassion, by kindness. The pain of those around her hits her hard, and she will gladly lift the burden off your shoulders and carry the weight herself if she believes you are worth the pain.
Eden strives, strives to do good and be good, and even when betrayed, even when helpless, even when suffering and surrounded by suffering, she can look into the distance and see the faint light, and it is enough for her to keep on striving towards preserving that spark, however small, of goodness within her. Her essence is loyalty, strength, independence, confidence, all the things she fears she is not, and that is why even broken bones and broken words cannot stop her. Her shield will crack and not even her own hatred, her grudges, her anger, her fears can cage in the loyalty and love for those few precious people who provide her the light and the warmth.

|Carry your world… I’ll carry your world.|

Strengths:
↣ Archery
↣ Cautious sense of optimism
↣ Her compassion, kindness and warmth for others
↣ Natural confidence and grace
↣ Gymnastics
↣ Fiercely devoted to those she loves
↣ Independent and incredibly determined
Weaknesses:
↣ Can become blindsided with anger
↣ Naturally unforgiving nature
↣ Feels pain of those around her too strongly at times
↣ Fear of being weakness and helplessness
↣ Fear and hatred of losing control
↣ Want of personal privacy
↣ Is somewhat ignorant of the harsh reality of the lower castes

Likes:
► Archery
► Laughing
► Bad puns
► People (in general)
► Gymnastics and dance
► Moments of natural solitude
► Nature
► Dogs
► Justice and equality
► Idealism
► Friends/her mother
Dislikes:
► Dishonesty
► Fakers
► Situations where she feels helpless/weak/out of control
► Individuals who try to oppress her/control her
► Selfishly motivated individuals
► Paparazzi and the media in general
► Needles

        Myers-Brigg Type: ISFP
      

History:

“We need never be hopeless because we can never be irreperably broken.”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska

In the world of the military, the hunters, the fighters, the Lindquists were and are a family name. Since the dawn of Illea, they had been there, the best of the best, fighters who could not only outfight but also outwit their opponents. They were the high ranking generals, the heads of a latticework of spies which usurped the rebels within the country while extinguishing dangers that might’ve come from other countries.

Armitage Thomas Lindquist was no different, in fact, one might say that out of all the generations, he was the best. Surely the best hunter ever to live. He was a legend, the man, who, at 23, single-handedly led the colossal battle against both the Southern and Northern rebels, crushing both sides in full. He had become a celebrity, a household name, for both his fighting ability and also for his charming, good looks.

Her mother was Brooklyn Fitzgerald, yes, the Brooklyn Fitzgerald, the brown-haired, blue-eyed beauty of an actress, that tempestuous ball of talent, who was famous not only for her acting skills, but also for her string of lovers, her sharp blue eyes and her beautiful smiles, those pink lips which were not afraid to bash anyone and everyone, from the media to Illea itself.

It was an arranged marriage. An unhappy marriage. A marriage which was vehemently opposed on both parts, only agreed to because they both craved fame, both craved money, both craved insurance that their reputations, that their wealth would be preserved through this transaction. That was all it was, a transaction.

Eden Vendetta was born a year later. She was beautiful, radiant, like her mother. Neither of them had expected her. Neither of them wanted her. But now she was here. Her mother slowly, cautiously fell in love with the child with bright brown eyes and the most beautiful laugh in the world. Her father saw her as another burden, another reputation, a duty. The girl was on talk shows with her parents as soon as she learned how to talk coherently. She learned at a young age that in front of the cameras, the Lindquists were a happy family, a perfect family, while in reality, they were anything but.

The only outlet her father had, the only hope, was to train her, to help her embrace the name Lindquist. She received her first bow and arrow on her third birthday. The collection grew and so did her fame, the little seven year old who could shoot bull’s eyes every single time, even when they were moving, the little Lindquist who was living up to her father, paparazzi gushed. Was she planning to become the first female general of Illea?

Evey’s mother abhorred her father, and so she abhorred archery. She hated the name Eden, for that was the name of Eden’s great-grandmother, a woman Brooklyn had never met, but hated all the more, because she was the reason why she was chained down with so cold-hearted a man. Behind closed doors, they would scream at each other, break objects, assault each other with verbal and physical blows, blows being tossed from side to side, unrelenting. Hateful. Eden was trained to ignore such things.

Her mother was tempestuous and promiscuous, but she was a warm being who was unafraid to love. Because of her revulsion of the name Eden, Brooklyn started calling her daughter Evey, and pretty soon, Eden Lindquist became Evey Lindquist. To try to coax her out of archery, Brooklyn signed Evey up for gymnastics, a much more feminine sport. The media gushed and practically begged Evey to come to the talk shows and perform somersaults and balance beam and floor routines. This is one talented girl, they chittered on the gossip magazines.

In this world, Eden survived, learning to keep her mouth shut, to let her smiles and laughs, her archery, her vaults, do the talking. She was no fool, as much as they tried to hide it, she knew her parents were burying themselves alive in secrets, secrets from the media, secrets from each other, secrets from Eden, secrets from themselves. The lies exhausted Eden, every secret accidentally unsheathed was foul, pierced her like one of her arrows, left her feeling helpless. When she learned she was too tall for her to ever pursue a professional gymnastics career, she wordlessly took up modeling, due to the increasing pressure from her mother, her need to please the one person who truly loved her. To make up for losses, she trained harder and was rarely seen without a crossbow or a bow and arrow, so natural in her grip, such a fluid part it really seemed as if it were an extension of her arm.

Her parents fought about everything. Her mother was exhausted, the brightness in her blue eyes were fading and she was no longer young, her beauty was there, yes, but she could not compete with the fresh faces of the generation after her. Her father was colder than ever and no one knew when Brooklyn would snap, when she would fly into blind rage and throw dining chairs across the room, rip the chandelier out of the ceiling, slap Eden’s father across the face and look at him with such hatred.

He was proud of Eden and her talent for archery, the fact she competed internationally and struck a chord with everyone because of her raw talent, her terrifying precision. But he was proud of merely a shadow of Eden, the only part he appreciated was the talent itself, he tossed his daughter aside once the talk shows and competitions were over, preferring to delve into his work, to stay longer and longer at the palace, to avoid the dreaded contact with Evey’s mother.

When they heard Prince Percival was of age, it was the first time they were united about anything. Eden must compete, surely she would get in. Armitage Lindquist was great friends with King Philip, for his cold, stony facade was only extended towards the members of his own family. Brooklyn Lindquist was now a legend, a figure which the media loved to gossip about, to portray as both a beautiful heroine and a despicable villain, depending on the magazine edition. Brooklyn and Armitage both agreed it would be a great move politically, that it would secure the wealth and fame of both of them, set it in stone. Eden had no say in the matter, like always. But she was done being a puppet.

The moment they announced her name, when she realized she was leaving the home she had loved and hated, the only place she’d really ever known, she felt oddly triumphant. She was no longer her parents’. She was no longer a toy of the media, the prodigal archer of Illea. She was independent, she was in control. Eden was now the one who was grasping the keys, dealing the cards. She's determined to keep it that way.

|Say oh, we’re about to explode|

Family:
↣ Armitage Thomas Lindquist||Father||Alive
↣ Brooklyn Audrey Fitzgerald Linquist||Mother||Alive

Other:
Atlas||Coldplay

[ name ] elise rebecca deveraux
[ nickname(s) ]
[ age ] eighteen
[ caste ] three
[ appearance ]

[ height ] five feet and four inches
[ weight ] one-hundred-and-twenty pounds
[ eye color ] blue-green
[ hair color ] blonde-brown

[ personality ] most people who study history fall into two categories: those desperate to not be remembered, and those who are desperate to be remembered and leave a legacy. Elise Devereaux falls into the latter group of people. Born to a lawyer and a historian - both jobs that rely deeply on the understanding of people - Elise has always been taught to observe people and learn about them, because it will always give her the upper hand.

At first glance, she might seem like any superficial girl from the third caste; but behind the pretty clothes and nimble pianist's fingers is someone who's more than just eh, nice enough. Make no mistake: she's not some perfect genius who moonlights as a superhero, or anything like that. But she's smart, and, more than anything, observant. She understands people. She will never grasp the concept of multi-variable calculus or astrophysics (or even normal physics, for that matter), but she understand desires and feelings and motives.

Understanding people also makes it easier to manipulate them. Elise is a subtle person, not flashy; she's not going to try to make big changes. But if she wants something small done? She'll likely get her way. She wants you to be happy? She'll remember every thing that's ever made you happy in all your past interactions, and use that. It's an ability that she uses both for selfish and selfless reasons, and she feels little remorse for either.

But see, she wants to be on people's good sides because she wants to be remembered. She doesn't have to be history books, but who says that means she can't be great? Because of this, she's a lot more likely to make sacrifices - not because she's truly that selfless, but because she wants you to remember her for what she gave up for you.

Because of all of this, she tends to like to have control of a situation. (She'd have to really trust someone to let them take the reins.) She is meticulous about the things she does, and definitely values attention to detail. Despite being in one of the upper castes she has little bias against the lower castes; she will value you if you give her reason to. She bases her judgement on talent, character, and work ethic, not where you come from. But if you don't make it to her good side right away, she'll be reluctant to change her mind.

[ likes ]
♡ Pretty things
♡ Learning
♡ Being right
♡ History
♡ Music, especially piano

[ dislikes ]
♢ Condescending people
♢ Being underestimated
♢ Recklessness
♢ Ungrateful people
♢ Superficiality

[ strengths ]
♤ Understanding people
♤ Developing and understanding strategies
♤ Memorizing facts (auditory learner)
♤ Fashion sense
♤ Calm under pressure

[ weaknesses ]
♧ Passive-aggressive
♧ Holds things in until it builds up
♧ Terrible at sciences
♧ Martyr complex
♧ Desperate to be remembered

[ history ] there isn't much to say about Elise Devereaux; she's had a normal life, as far as she's concerned. Her father was a successful lawyer for the federal government, and her mother an accomplished historian. Since she was young, her parents always encouraged a respect for intelligence and a love for learning. Things didn't just happen magically; you had to actually work for them and prove yourself as valuable and worthy.

Because her father was often at court and her mother traveled to speak in seminars, it was uncommon for both of Elise's parents to be home at the same time, and sometimes, neither was home. Elise has always been comfortable in solitude, and saw it as an opportunity to focus on her studies. She was always trying to impress her parents, who were both so successful - every time they left, she tried to do or make something to impress them when they came back. It worked sometimes; it didn't always. And that was something that she'd had to learn to accept.

[ family members ]
♕ Mother: Gabriela Devereaux ⎧historian⎭
♔ Father: Richard Devereaux ⎩lawyer⎫

[ other ]

Dyanne wrote: "History:

“We need never be hopeless because we can never be irreperably broken.”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska

In the world of the military, the hunters, the fighters, the Lindquists were and..."

Approved!

[ name ] Reyna May Larson
[ nickname(s) ] Rey? Reyna May?
[ age ] Eighteen
[ caste ] Four

[ appearance ]

[ height ] 5'
[ weight ] 112 lbs
[ eye color ] Green
[ hair color ] Brown

[ personality ] if there's one thing that Reyna's learned from growing up on her parents' farm, it's that if you can't learn to work with what life gives you, you're not going to survive. If it's storming, if you're in a drought, if there's a fire? Well, you better figure something out. Because of this, Reyna is good at adapting to different situations. Complaining and moping is a waste of time; there are so many better things to be doing. She's good at separating from her emotions from her work, without letting her work become careless.

Reyna's a very no-nonsense girl. She has things to get done; she's not one for wasting time. Or one for people to be wasting her time, either. Whether you realize it or not, she's more intuitive than most give her credit for. Reading people? Yeah, she's pretty good at it. And she will do what she can to help you; she hates to see anyone, person or animal, hurting. But don't think that just because you're not in the best place that she's going to let you get away with doing nothing. In Reyna's mind, it's important to keep moving no matter what happens - not to forget, and she definitely believes in learning from experience. But she also believes that everyone has potential beyond dwelling in their mistakes and hardships.

[ likes ]
♡ Simple things
♡ Hardworking people
♡ Animals (esp. horses)
♡ Freshly baked bread
♡ Being outside

[ dislikes ]
♢ Prissy people
♢ Picky eaters
♢ Superiority complexes
♢ Animal abuse
♢ Processed foods

[ strengths ]
♤ Ability to roll with the punches
♤ Realistic and practical, but not pessimistic
♤ Nurturing and caring
♤ Intuitive and empathetic
♤ Good work ethic

[ weaknesses ]
♧ Bit of a Napoleon complex
♧ Terrible at relaxing
♧ Stubborn
♧ Set in her ways
♧ Less educated than most other Selected girls

[ history ] there's not much to say about Reyna's past. She grew up on her parents' farm, and was always homeschooled so that she could help out more around the place. If you need someone to get their hands dirty? You can count on Reyna. She's not afraid of getting a little dirt on her dress.

She's always been raised to be practical, because that's what keeps you alive, and that's what keeps you successful. When the beloved herding dog dies? It's unfortunate, but it's not the end of the world. When a tornado ruins the crops? It's happened before, and it'll just have to be dealt with.

Reyna hasn't come to the Selection expecting to fall in love - and she genuinely doesn't care whether she does or not. If she does, that's cool. If she doesn't, that's fine too. It's just another step in her journey, and she'll figure out her way eventually.

[ family members ]
♕ Mother: Maria Larson
♔ Father: Nicholas Larson

[ other ]

►►►|Heather Saoirse Patenaude|◄◄◄

True Age: 18
Apparent Age: 16-19
Birthday: June 14

Caste: Five
Occupation: Ballerina/Cellist

Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Appearance:


Hair: Dark brown; naturally curly
Eyes: Blue/green, depending on the lighting
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 110 lbs
Build: Slim, but has defined curves

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Personality:

The only rules Heather follows are her own. She is not naturally defiant nor does she feel a strong sense of animosity towards authority, but she is bound by her own beliefs, her own rules, her own moral compass, and it is impossible for her to follow through on someone else’s laws when she must break her own. While she takes others’ opinions into account, if she feels as if she has a better solution, she is unafraid to defy orders, to disobey and break conformity, to dance to her own rhythm. She is incredibly stubborn, and a wee bit impulsive. Heather is incredibly intelligent, and her wit astounds, but she is not one to listen to her head when her heart is calling her towards a completely different direction.

She is not simple. Like all, Heather can be subject to change, and this includes her beliefs, although it takes an exhausting amount of time and effort to bring about such a change. She knows she is not always right, but she is also aware that others around her are not always right, and when dilemmas occur, she would rather stick with her own wrong ideas based on noble laws rather than risk wreaking havoc by trusting the judgement of others, especially when her heart jumps out, warning her of corruption and immorality. She has learned through time that trust is too easily broken, and she shields herself with a wall of sarcasm and wit, hints of rebellion and passive-aggression flowing from her veins. She is unafraid of challenge, but she is not unafraid of everything.

She has become unstable. In the face of loss, the fact that she cannot shield and protect those around her, those she loves, hits her all too hard. She realizes that who she is and what she stands for is all so tentative, and she also sees that there is no real way to know whether her beliefs are the right ones. She breaks down in tears in anger, in anguish, in confusion and loss and loneliness, but re-emerges, the faces of the dead burning too brightly in her mind, as she faces her new enemies, her new purpose, head on, to make sure, that at whatever cost, the deaths of her loves will not go unpaid for. That they will not die in vain.

Her beliefs are still there, her rules, the fact that she is more than willing to rebel, but she is now playing at a much more dangerous game. She is not so completely sure what or who she stands for anymore. And it makes her all the more dangerous.

|I’m in a foreign state, my thoughts they slip away…|

Strengths:
↣ Intuition
↣ Wit/sarcasm
↣ Intelligence
↣ Independence
↣ Courage
↣ Loyalty
↣ Ambitious nature
↣ Strong morals compass/plays by her own rules
Weaknesses:
↣ Impulsiveness
↣ Stubborn nature
↣ Struggles with grief/PTSD
↣ Rebellious nature
↣ Aversion to trusting others
↣ Rude/blunt to those she dislikes
↣ Holds incredibly strong grudges
↣ Can hold strong prejudices towards some of the upper castes

Likes:
► Ballet
► Sarcasm
► Her Cello
► Her family
► Music
► Justice
► Equality/fair treatment
► Adrenaline rush
► Opportunities to rise
► Challenges
► Fire
Dislikes:
► The upper castes
► Fairy tales/misconceptions about “true love”
► Appearing like a “damsel in distress”
► The dark
► The cold
► Cowardice
► Long dresses/skirts
► Those who break her rules

        Myers-Brigg Type: ESTP/ESFP
      

History:

“I am tired of denying myself what I want for fear of breaking things I cannot fix. They will break no matter what we do.”
― Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

She was the middle child, but never the easily forgotten child. She was the most curious out of the three, the one with the most bruises and cuts, the one who broke the mold of singers and pianists to dance because it was impossible for her to sit still for more than a minute at a time. Her younger brother was the one she fought the most with, the one she competed with, the result of one too many broken instruments, of scoldings and black eyes and fidgeting, waiting to be let out from the dreaded time out corner.

Her older sister was her love. She was delicate, fragile, beautiful. A songbird, living up to her name. Wren. She warbled and she loved fiercely and not even the terrible cough which seemed to possess her entire frame could make her relinquish the tenacity in which she held on to life. Heather was her protector. They were together, a duo, both on and off stage. The flower took care of the bird, and Heather was the one who held the spare inhaler, who knew exactly what pills needed to be administered, who tested the ice before letting her sister skate.

It was a backwards world, where the little became the big and the big became little. Their parents had died soon after Colfer was born, in some sort of freak accident, and they had always been raised by an aunt who was never too close to her sister anyways, who was barren, who was 10 years younger than her older sister, who was exuberant, scatter-brained, wonderful, but never meant for the role of a mother. Because of this, the three were loved, but seldom properly cared for. They had to learn how to discipline themselves. No one was there to warn them of what would happen if one stepped too close to the fire. They learned independence came with strings attached, and they held onto each other, shared the burdens, lived fiercely and loved fiercer still.

Wren embraced singing, she embraced the piano, her fingers lined up like army-men, never wavering, ricocheting of off the keys as her beautiful voice rang and flew freely. Heather lived to dance, to balance herself on the tips of her toes and leap, twirl, escape everything and move, move in sync with the music, with the audience, with herself. Colfer was the artist, and his arms became strong, his eyes sharp, as he chiseled away, chips of marble flying as he took off layers to unsheathe the masterpiece that lay hidden within. They sometimes struggled, for people were stingy and prices were always rising, but they loved what they did and they loved each other and that was enough.

In time, they all excelled. They were all booked for one too many shows, one too many pieces to finish by a certain deadline, sometimes forgot to breathe. But they were happy.

Life is cruel. Tragedy did not strike, it hit them all in the stomach with an axe and watched their insides spill out, messy, chaotic, a terrifying blob. Heather was 15. There was a Two who saw the promise in Wren and they had all been so happy for her. It was a 2 year contract. They were euphoric, euphoric until the day she came in with tears and terror in her eyes, with a bloody nose and a ripped contract, a contract which he had told her could only be fulfilled if she became his slave. She had refused, and now there was nothing but shame and a bloody nose.

That was what they told themselves. Nothing but shame and a bloody nose. They were wrong. Shame, a bloody nose, and… life. Her stomach grew as did the stares, they all refused to let her play, Heather yelled and fought, she begged lawyers, begged everyone, but no one would believe, believe the ghost of a Five and her crazy little sister. The Two, the benefactor, feigned ignorance, but when everyone had gone, a smooth, sick smile twisted itself onto his face and he did not forget to pinch the girls on the cheeks, to remind them of their place, of their inferiority, before he left.

It was 2 months until the baby was to be born. They were all tired, they were all suffering, but they had survived, every one of them, including Wren, that poor, beautiful wretch of a girl. 2 months before, there was too much blood, pools and pools of it, everywhere. Their aunt walked in and fainted, Colfer almost ran out, but Heather pushed him into the door, told him, whatever you do, Colfer, don’t you dare walk out the door, stay right next to Wren, Colfer, Colfer Ryland Patenaude, do you hear me?! She ran to the doctor with all her savings, everything, but he had heard the rumors and his eyes became cold, refused to treat her, to treat a whore, and left her, slamming the door in Heather’s face.

Wren died in her brother’s arms, but not before Heather got home, before she heard her sister’s incoherent words, her screams, the amount of raw pain, before Heather had blood everywhere, from the roots of her hair to the soles of her feet from trying to do what she could to keep her sister alive. It’s a twisted world. Heather saved the baby, but not her sister, not the one who held her heart.
They moved out. Colfer, Heather, and Robin, the baby, the baby whose big brown eyes served as a promise, a promise made by Heather to hunt down those who had wronged her, who caused her sister to lose first her dignity, and then her life. Colfer was 17 when he got his letter that he had been drafted to fill the honorable duty of being a guard at the King’s palace. Heather signed up for a spot in the selection, determined to keep what was left of the family together.

She took Robin, paid all she had to ensure that a maid at the palace would keep her safe, that she would raise her like her own. Colfer promised to keep them both safe. When she was selected, relief and ambition were mixed into her eyes. She would be reunited with those she loved. It was a place of security, but also a place of power. Three years, and the fire had only grown.

She will not rest until justice is hers.

|In the moment we’re ten feet tall…|

Family:
↣ Lillian Flora Patenaude||Mother||Deceased
↣ Aedan John Patenaude||Father||Deceased
↣ Wren Alexa Patenaude||Sister||Deceased
↣ Colfer Ryland Patenaude||Brother||Alive
↣ Robin Hunter Patenaude||Niece||Alive

Other:
Wings||Birdy

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⒨⒠⒧⒤⒮⒬⒰⒤⒮⒣


Little town, it's a quiet village... Every day like the one before.

[ғuʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ:]
↳ ғɪʀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Katharina // kah-thuh-REE-nah // German
↳ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Imogen // IM-ə-jən // English // Maiden
↳ ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Hawthorne
(nickname) Kat, Rina, Katherine, K, Snow, Rose


I want much more than this provincial life

ᴀɢᴇ: 16, soon 17
(birthday) January 1st
(place of birth) Her cottage
(time of birth) 6:31 in the morning
(birthstone) Garnet (view spoiler)[Garnet, the birthstone of January, is mined in a rainbow of colours. From fiery orange to rich green to the most widely recognized colour of Pyrope, it is considered a great gift to symbolize friendship and trust. (hide spoiler)]
(birth flower) Carnation (view spoiler)[January's birth flower, the carnation, comes in several different colours to convey different meanings, much like roses. A pink carnation means affection, while a red carnation means 'I love you.' (hide spoiler)]
(zodiac sign) Capricorn


Oh, isn't this amazing? It's my fav'rite part because... you'll see.

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
(sexuality) Heterosexual
(relationship status) In the Selection
(crush) The Prince
(relationship past) A son of the baker in town


Certain as the sun, rising in the east.

ᴄᴀsᴛᴇ: 3
(rank) Selected girl
(occupation) Training to be a nurse would be her formal occupation. If not going by that, then training to be a rebel.


Ever as before, ever just as sure as the sun will rise.

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:

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(face claim) Elle Fanning
↳ (description) Katharina is a beautiful girl, with golden hair that flows down her back. She always wears her hair down, when she can help it, and combs it until it shines every morning. She has never once cut it, except once or twice to rid herself of a few split ends. She has a very round face, and eyes that change depending on the lighting, and her mood. Her best feature, in her opinion, is her hair.
↳ (hair colour) Blonde
↳ (eye colour) Change depending on the light
↳ (height) 5'6"
↳ (weight) 111lbs
↳ (sense of style) Katharina loves wearing skirts, and dresses, and pale colours are her favourite. She wears what's considered to be 'boy clothes' just as much as she wears more feminine styles, because they're more easy to move around in.


Bittersweet and strange, finding you can change, learning you were wrong...

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:
Rina is a difficult person to describe in a few words, as are most people. After all, we're more than we seem to be on the surface. But since that's what most people see, let's start with that. When people look at her, they see a girl who's naive, who needs to be protected. She doesn't. She can shoot a gun, she can take care of herself. Since the incident, as she likes to call it, she's become less friendly and open than she was before. She's also less trusting. But she's still very sweet, and she won't let it show if she dislikes you. She loves horses. She used to go riding every day, back home, and she can't wait to get her hands on the horses at the stables. She also loves fairytales, and she can't wait for her happily ever after.
(likes)
↳ Horses
↳ Sewing
↳ Bread
↳ Dresses and skirts
↳ Long hair
(dislikes)
↳ Having her hair up
↳ People who hate horses
↳ When people try to protect her
↳ Arrogant people
↳ Stupid people
(strengths)
↳ Horseback riding
↳ Sewing
↳ She can read
↳ She's beautiful
↳ Shooting a gun
↳ Cleaning wounds
(weaknesses)
↳ Naive
↳ Her mother and aunt kept a lot from her
↳ The southern rebels would like to kill her quite badly.


Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme...

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:
Katiana and Celine Hawthorne lived an average life. They had two average parents, an average house. Kit was studying to be a teacher, Celine was studying to be a doctor. Everything was average, and good. Then everything got flipped upside down. Southern rebels attacked. Their parents were killed, and the two sisters were taken captive. Kit was signed up for the Selection at that time, and told to make it through to the Elite, then kill the Prince. Celine was kept as a hostage in case Kit threw the Selection on purpose, or didn't kill the Prince. While Celine was being held, they discovered her usefulness as a doctor and put her to work.

The southerns grew impatient. Kit was taking too long. They attacked the castle themselves. Kit followed the prince, trying to keep him from danger. He was shot, though not fatally, and she took his bloodied shirt to the southern rebels as proof. They returned Celine to her, and left the castle. And all was well. Except when the rebels found out that Philip wasn't really dead, they got angry. Real angry. And the target of their anger? Kit and Celine. They took refuge with the Northern rebels (Kit had some connections Veronica Warner). Celine became a doctor for them, and Kit became a spy.

Celine fell in love with a northern rebel named Jonathon Hawkes. It was a short affair, they were never even married. He died in combat before the baby was born. That baby's name was Katharina Imogen Hawthorne.

Rina grew up in a cottage near a small town, hardly big enough to be on a map. They had a farm, though they were technically threes, and she grew up loving animals. Her mother was a doctor for the village, and she grew used to the sight of villagers coming to her mother for treatments for this or that ailment. She also grew used to and learned to keep her mouth shut about the visitors that appeared in the middle of the night with stab and bullet wounds that needed treatment. Rebels, the word was whispered so she wouldn't overhear. Her mother was a rebel. Her aunt was one of these visitors, and one of the more frequent ones, though she wasn't often injured. It was her who gave Celine her first horse, named Phillipe, taken from the palace stables during a raid. She trained it, and learned to ride it. He was her best friend, as she didn't often go into the village. Her mother and aunt homeschooled her when she came to be of a schooling age. Her mother taught her how to read and write, how to take out a bullet wound, how to do many useful things. Her aunt taught her this, but also taught her how to shoot a bullet and kill someone, where to stab someone if she were ever mugged. Self-defense, she called it.

She loved the reading. In her house, all there were were medical texts, and some fairy tales from when she was younger. She adored the fairy tales. Kit would sometimes bring her more when she visited. All those stories of girls, just like her, who went off on adventures, met princes, and lived in far away castles happily ever after.

When she was twelve, her mother started to let her go into town, to get to post, to get groceries, to socialize with humans.

She fell in love when she was 15. A baker's son. He always smiled at her when she went to fetch the bread. He was one year older. She was astonished, one day, when he checked to make sure there was no-one around, pulled her close, and kissed her. So their courtship began. When she went to town on the weekends, she would enter the baker's shop, and her would leave his work immediately. They would walk together, skip stones by the pond. The fairy-tale romance.

She remembered the day perfectly. She'd left for the village on a weekday, hoping to surprise her beau. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, it was a perfect day. Until she found him with a dark haired girl his age, running his fingers through her hair, kissing her. She'd stared, feeling her world shattering around her. He'd turned. Saw her. Sighed. Told her to go. He'd found someone else.

She'd run. Run, crying her heart out. And she saw the sign. Selection sign-ups. Today and tomorrow. She took a form. Filled it out. Got her picture taken.

And then she, her mother, and her aunt were watching the Report. And her name flashed on the screen. Her name. She was going to be in the Selection. Now, just like the fairy tales, she was going to go to a palace, and meet her prince, and live happily ever after.
(family)
↳ Mother // Celine Hawthorne // 36 // 8/10
↳ Father // Jonathon Hawkes
↳ Aunt // Katiana Hawthorne // 40 // 8/10


I want adventure in the great wide somewhere, I want it more than I can tell... And for once it might be grand, to have someone understand. I want so much more than they've got planned...

⒬⒰⒪⒯⒠⒮ ⒡⒭⒪⒨ ⒝⒠⒜⒰⒯⒴ ⒜⒩⒟ ⒯⒣⒠ ⒝⒠⒜⒮⒯
⒢⒤⒡⒮ ⒡⒪⒰⒩⒟ ⒪⒩ ⒤⒩⒯⒠⒭⒩⒠⒯
⒠⒱⒠⒭⒴⒯⒣⒤⒩⒢ ⒠⒧⒮⒠ ⒝⒴ ⒨⒠
⒟⒪ ⒩⒪⒯ ⒞⒪⒫⒴

{||Name||}

Adele Fiona Hammonds 

||Adele:|| Noble, kind, tender
||Fiona:|| Fair
||Hammonds:|| Home

||Nickname:|| Addie


{||Age||}
||Age:|| 17
||Birthday:||15th September
||Time of Birth:|| 07:14 P.M.
||Place of Birth:||Illea
||Starsign:||Virgo



{||Caste||}
||Caste:||Three
||Occupation:||She was a librarian back home.



{||Gender:||}
||Gender:|| Female
||Sexuality:|| Heterosexual
||Relationships:||She's been in a few relationships, nothing serious.


{||Appearance||}

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||Face Claim:|| Lyndsy Fonseca
||Eye Color:|| Grey
||Hair Color:|| Dark Brown
||Height:||5'8"
||Weight:|| 145 pounds
||Distinguishing Marks:|| She has a tattoo on her wrist. (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]



{||Personality||}

Adele is a very cool and collected person. Its rare to see her really excited or angry. She puts on a smile all the time, it's difficult to understand whether is is real or fake. She talks with everyone, but never offers any information about herself. But she can be one hell of a friend if you manage to break through her barriers.

||Likes||
❊ Books
❊ Chocolate
❊ Swimming
❊ Eating

||Dislikes||
❊ Caffeine
❊ Cooking

||Strengths||
❊ Swimming
❊ Arguing
❊ Confidence
❊ Dancing

||Weaknesses||
❊ Singing
❊ Playing instruments
❊ Food



{||History||}

Adele was born in the Hammonds family on the fifteenth of September. She was the fourth and the last girl to be born in their family. She had a simple childhood and good education. Their parents worked hard every day to provide for their family. It wasn't so easy, to manage a family of four kids, and and they tried their best. Adele has always been a daddy's girl. Her older sister, Amy, was her mother's favorite. Adele was the closest with Azalea. After Alice's wedding, her Adele started working in a library to ease the burden from her family.



{||Relations||}

Father:Logan Hammonds, 54
Mother: April Hammonds, 51
Sisters: Alice, Amy and Azalea Hammonds, 23,20,18

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Eʟʏsɪᴀ Asᴜᴋᴀ Rɪᴇɴɴᴇ
----------------------------------- it's Lys, if you must
nineteen [19]
----------------------------------- march 26
female
----------------------------------- bisexual; single
five
----------------------------------- dancer

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Elysia is not a vain girl. That being said, she does take
pride in her features. Unlike some people who cannot
see their beauty, Elysia knows she is pretty. Smooth
skin, tilted eyes, black curling hair with a tinge of red,
and thick lashes give her a mature, but playful look.
Her Asian features, which are not very common in Illea,
help her stand out in a crowd and lend her a mysterious,
otherworldly air. She is petite (don't mention her height
of 5'4" unless you want a bloody nose) and light, but
muscular. Her curves aren't prominent, but they're enough
to draw eyes. Beneath the incongruous, slight exterior,
Elysia is packed with muscle and quick reflexes and could
easily incapacitate anyone, especially those not looking
for danger in a little slip of a woman. Two thin bands
are tattooed right below her elbow.

ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴍᴘɪʀᴇs ғᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ------------------------------------------------

-------------------------------------- ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏʀʏ ғᴀᴅᴇs.

[ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ] ▸ ʀᴜssɪᴀɴ ʀᴏᴜʟᴇᴛᴛᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ɢᴜɴ
Think of the most flighty, sly, manipulative woman you know. Wrap her in an incongruous exterior. Think of this woman, and make her passionate and headstrong. A huge flirt but a hopeless romantic at the same time. Make her disloyal and slow to trust, but give her a large heart and a hot head. And you are still nowhere close to who Elysia is. No one quite knows how to explain her. Loyalty is a concept foreign to Elysia. There is one person and one person only that she serves - herself. This lack of stability and steadiness creates a flighty atmosphere, one that leaves her unable to create ties. She enjoys her flirtations - and then she casts them away. She does not see it as giving, but more as taking. She's not afraid to lead others on; rather, she enjoys it. She enjoys the game. But somehow, as odd as it sounds, she is a hopeless romantic. No one ever sees that side of her, though. Alongside this flirty ambiance resides a certain silliness that she rarely allows herself to show. Her mother would never condone such frivolous behavior, and Elysia keeps it locked away with the hopeless romantic - for the most part. What she does allow herself to show is the wittiness, the dark humour, the snappy retorts and carefully calculated smiles that have a giant flirt hidden beneath.

Cunning and manipulative, Elysia deals well in deceit. She's an adept actress and liar, easily convincing others of everything and anything. More often that not she finds that she is convincing herself as much as anyone else. Her ability to sell any story is useful, as she is also incredibly, ridiculously headstrong and hot-headed. The anger is always there, simmering somewhere beneath the surface, never quite boiling over until the moment when it all becomes to much and Elysia explodes. This anger usually shows itself as a passion that also adds to her deception. This anger, this passion, also fuels her audacity and acts as an adrenaline rush. Elysia is a daredevil - not because she feels that she has nothing left to try to live for or because she's stupid and foolhardy, but because it makes her feel alive. It proves to her that she is still alive and that she will take life headfirst.

Elysia is talkative and confident on the outside, intense and focused and angry (of course) on the inside. There's nothing that will stand in her way. An active woman full of energy and stubborn purpose, she usually creates a ripple effect in others, a want to do something, repercussions be damned. She has a hard time keeping still - she is always moving. Tapping fingers, rolling her ankle, little fluttering motions with her hands that is actually either the mark-through of a dance piece or an imaginary fight playing through her head. Elysia is a gifted dancer, graceful, elegant, and with that passion that imbues her dancing with a little something extra. A martial arts aficionado, she is more than capable of defending herself, and would not hesitate to use what she knows - even against a prince, should it come down to it. Her favorite discipline is krav maga. Handy with any gun as well, Elysia really is a dangerous woman. She's been called psycho before... Only thing is, did their teeth follow those words out of their mouths?

[ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs ] krav maga // combat // sharpshooting // deceit // witticisms
[ ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs ] disloyalty // mistrust // passionate // stubbornness // recklessness
[ ʟɪᴋᴇs ] flirtations // the outdoors // dancing // activity // verbal and physical sparring
[ ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs ] needy people // Illea // depending on others // having to prove herself

ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ, sᴛᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ------------------------------------

-------------------------------------------------- ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪғʟᴇ's sɪɢʜᴛ.

[ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ] ▸ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪs ᴀ ʜᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀɪɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ & ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ɪs ᴛᴏᴏ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ
Illea was always the enemy. From the moment Elysia was born, she was taught that no matter what happened, no matter how it ended, there was only one way to go down - fighting against Illea. Jacob and Suki were not drawn together out of love. Far from it. Suki was a Northern rebel. Tough and fierce, black-haired and dark-eyed, tattoos painted in swirling patterns down her right arm. Jacob Calmen was an Eight. But not because he was disabled. Not because he was always floating on a cloud full of stars that dulled the real life. But because he spoke too quickly, too loudly, too brashly. His disrespect for the caste system earned him a place on the bottom. No one misses an Eight. So one night, coincidentally the night of a rebel attack, one man who no one noticed went missing and was never seen again.

Until eight years later, when he moved into the capitol of Illea with a wife and two year old daughter in tow, papers identifying him as Jacob Rienne, violinist, recently moved from the countryside. No one questioned that, either, just like no one had questioned his disappearance. Just another family on the outside. On the inside, something entirely different.

Elysia would go to school. Then she'd go to dance. Modern, contemporary, pointe, she did it all. She was likable, friendly, sometimes silly... and a good liar. And then she'd step into the house. Shed the everyday clothes, pull on training pants and a t-shirt, and train. Relentlessly. Suki pushed her daughter to her limits, taught her to be tough and ready and light on her feet and deadly. Of course, Elysia became unbeatable. But she began to resent her mother. She knew why her mother pushed her like this - she knew the story of her grandfather's death. Captured, tortured, killed. She knew this was why Suki pushed her like she did. And yet, the resentment was there.

Elysia was always closest to her father. It was with him that she would share laughs and smiles and secret jokes. It was her father that would take her out for a little fun while Suki was gone. And then history repeated itself, except not to Elysia. Not in the same way.

It was an accident, they said. It was dark. He was wearing dark colors. The burglary had happened right there where he was walking, at the home of a Two. They shot him, they're sorry, but he shouldn't have been there anyways. He was there playing violin at a house a block away; well it doesn't matter now anyways, he's dead; and we are sorry, ma'am, but there's nothing to do now. It was an accident, an accident, accident.

Elysia was only fourteen. And all of a sudden where before Suki's relentlessness when it came to training had been tempered by her father's more easy-going, 'let the girl have a childhood' mentality, now was a never-ending routine of work, train, fight, get better, better, better. She liked being pushed to her limits, but she didn't like being told what to do. And so these feelings - wanting to reach her max and overcome it, not wanting to do what Suki told her to, and wanting to please her mother - all warred against each other. And while she got better, she also got worse. Not at fighting. Not at dancing. Not at deception. In all these things she improved drastically. But in trust, in loyalty, in caution, Elysia regressed. She became flirtatious, more flighty, more in charge of herself and her assets as she grew older. She became a skilled actress and liar, where before she had been average at deception. A bit of a daredevil, she wasn't scared of a little trouble. And it all just continued. Year after year. Train, fight, dance. Only in the physical, while dancing, letting her body move naturally, gracefully, or in the adrenaline rush in the middle of a fight did Elysia ever feel like herself, like she had nothing to hide, like this was all of her, in one moment, taking over.

Of course, the entire while, Suki and Elysia were feeding information back to the Northern rebels and receiving missions. Elysia did her fair share of work, spying, networking, gathering info while dancing at parties for the upper castes. What she hadn't expected was the news coming from the rebels that said she had to go take her picture for the Selection. That she had to. It was an order. The rest of the note said that she was guaranteed a place as one of the 35 (through a little infiltration and hacking) and that she was supposed to get in, win the trust of the prince, and make it to at the very least the Elite. The higher, the better. And if she won... This is what the rebels wanted. But not what Elysia wanted. But her wants did not matter, just like they hadn't mattered to Suki.

When her name was called, there was no surprise. There was no party. There was only the systematic packing of her most precious belongings: dance shoes, choice weapons, and the clothes on her back. And to the palace: just another cage, but a cage of gold. Just another deception, except everyone would be watching now.

And Elysia is determined to win.

[ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ & ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ]
↛ Jacob (Calmen) Rienne // father
↛ Suki Rienne // mother

[ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ]
↛ Ready, Aim, Fire // Imagine Dragons
↛ Breath of Life // Florence and the Machine

↳ Sweet as sugar↲

▇▇▇ Lᴇʟᴇ Rᴏsʜᴀ Aᴍɪᴇʀ Vᴀɴ Dᴇʀ Wᴏᴏᴅsᴇɴ

↪Lᴇʟᴇ - Lele as a girl's name is pronounced LAY-LAY. The name Lele is a Hawaiin baby name. In hawaiin and english the meaning of the name Lele is: Loyal. SoulUrge Number: 1. Expression Number: 7. People with this name are excellent at analyzing, understanding, and learning.

▇▇▇ Fᴇʙʀᴜᴀᴜʀʏ 14ᴛʜ﹐ ₁₁﹕₅₉ PM

↪ Lele was born on February 14th, valentines day, 11:59 PM, 17 years ago. She was born in the back seat of a car since her mother went into labor and gave birth before they even arrived at the hospital.

▇▇▇ Pᴀɴsᴇxᴜᴀʟ

↪ Pansexual- Lele loves everyone, no matter their gender and is willing to have a romantic relationship with either gender. Her parents strongly disagree with her values and believe homosexuality should be frowned upon, so she often tried to surpress her attraction to other females. She does not have sex with females or males, but don't be mislead by her provocative exterior!
↪ Single- Lele is single, no other way to put it. She was once in a relationship and fell in love, but that relationship ended long ago.
↪ Infatuation- Open

▇▇▇ Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

Lele may not be everyone's definition of beautiful, per se, but there's no denying she has a certain allure to her that makes her attractive. Her locks are straightened almsot every morning for they take a slightly wavy form when not done so and are shaded a dark brown. Lele's eyes are pigmented a fantastic cool green and are what she considers her best feature. Dainty features sit upon her face; a delicately shaped and sloped nose that upturns slightly, round heart shaped face and bold, highly arched brows all add to her image as a heartbreaker. Lele's upper lip is a bit on the thin side while her lower lip is full and plump. Lele has a lean and curvy figure, with a deeply tanned complexion because of her hispanic/Hawaiin heritage. She is around 5'6, and is about 120 lbs.

▇▇▇ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀ
Tᴏɴɢᴜᴇ Tɪᴇᴅ + NᴏɴCᴏᴍᴍɪᴛᴀʟ + Pʀᴏᴍɪsᴄᴜᴇs + Mᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ + Mɪsʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ + sᴡᴇᴇᴛ + Qᴜɪʀᴋʏ

Lele has a clever, quick, analytical mind, but suffers with a great deal of self-consciousness and lack of confidence. Of course, she'd rather die than admit she didn't think of herself as perfect, so she acts confident in order to hide her insecurities. She's always manipulating people with her misleading gentleness, so don't be shocked when she gets angry and becomes a little demon.

↪ Tᴏɴɢᴜᴇ Tɪᴇᴅ- There are times when she experience's inner turbulence at her inability to say what she means. Lele will think something sounds perfect in her head, but when she says it out loud, it's often very misleading and doesn't make any sense whatsoever. She doesn't do well with holding long conversations with someone she doesn't feel safe around, and will often act bitter and stingy to get out to stop talking. Talking is probably her biggest insecurity, and yet she always seems so confident when talking.
↪ NᴏɴCᴏᴍᴍɪᴛᴀʟ- Don't always expect her to come through with her promises. She doesn't care about much, but will act like she does. Lele doesn't get attached to anything because of her past with being let down. She will easily let go of people and things without fighting, unless it really means a lot to her. She isn't the type of person to go out of her way to make her feelings about something crystal clear, and will often just nod or shake her head when expressing her opinion.
↪ Pʀᴏᴍɪsᴄᴜᴇs- Not a prude. Thats one way to say it. She will act and look trashy and seductive for the thrill of it, but when it comes down to hard core sexual interaction she doesn't deliver. Virgin and Proud. Heck, Lele hasn't even kissed someone before, not even her ex boyfriend. She is a strong believer in waiting till marriage, and even then she doesn't know whether she would do anything with her husband. It all depends on her feelings towards you. Don't be surprised though when makes sexual jokes or flashes you, it's all simple fun and games to her.
↪Mᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ- It'd be wise to remember that above all, Lele is a charmer. Her looks, voice, and all around allure makes it easy for her to manipulate whoever she wants. The talent is not used often unless she strongly feels the need to use it. However, her canny ability for being able to lie impeccably well and tell whoever she's conversing with whatever they want to hear come up often. She lies out of respect, or perhaps she will tell you that she likes your hair only because she feels bad that you look so ugly. Don't always trust what she says, because lies and being nice are some pretty blurred lines in her head.
↪ Mɪsʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ- She is very misleading. Her confidence is very fake, and she always doubting herself and worrying she isn't good enough. Lele dresses like a hooker at times, and yet she has never done anything sexual in her whole life. Lele will sometimes one thing, but actually means something else entirely. You always have to make sure you aren't guessing when she says something, because when you think she means one thing, she proabably means something else.
↪ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ- Lele is a lump of sugar. She is the sweetest person you will possibly ever meet in your whole life. Lele is the girl you want as a friend, the girl you want to be their to cheer you up. Her own emotions rarely register in her head when she's being nice. She will go through hell and back for a complete stranger, just because thats what she believes in. Don't mess with her friends, because she is more loyal than a guard dog. Lele rarely gets angry enough to be a b*tch, but watch out, cause you never know when this girl is gonna blow up in your face. And when she blows up, it'll be like getting hit in the face by an ice pick.Don't always think of her as an innocent girl just because she's nice, because her motives for being nice can be pretty twisted.
↪ trait-Reserved, quirky, and introverted, Lele isn't the type to socialize 24/7. You could say she's a bit of a wallflower, but she usually never makes the effort to show up. While quiet, Lele should not be mistaken for shy. In fact, she will talk to just about anyone, given they're intelligent and able to hold down a conversation. While Lele may seem like the happy-go-lucky type, she's actually very reserved. Her tone when in class is always polite and soft. However, when she is engaged in a conversation, Lele will talk animatedly, her hands flailing wildly while making gestures. Lele loves comedy and loves to tell jokes. It's totally contradicting to her closed-off nature, but she enjoys making people laugh. It's quite funny, really; she'll refuse to talk her peers at times but when it comes to making them chuckle, Lele will never fail.

↪ Likes; humor; beauty; music
↪ Dislikes; jerks; money; pink

↪ Strengths; Lying; Manipulating; Being Nice
↪ Weakness; Emotions; Selfishness; Money

↪ Secrets; Lele would rather die instead of have her secrets come out. Her biggest secret started in the 8th grade. She was pushing her best friend on a swing, and her friend, Pena, kept begging to go higher. So Lele pushed her so high, when Pena slipped out of the swing her head cracked right open like an egg. Lele has always felt guilty for the sick joy she felt at watching her friend helplessly fall to the ground.
↪ Fatal Flaws; Lele is way too nice. She would die instead of an animal dieing. Bad things often happy to her because is way to trusting. Another fatal flaw is that she is beyond clumsy. She can't walk in heels and she always manages to fall down even when she's standing still.

▇▇▇ Tʜᴇ Bᴀᴄᴋ Sᴛᴏʀʏ

Lele Rosha Amier Van Der Woodsen was born on February 16th. She was mainly raised by her mother Carmilla because her father was a guard during one of the selections. Lele didn't get named for a whole year, in the beginning her mother simply called her Cupid because she was born on valentines day and was a baby ( like cupid XD). Her father Joseph eventually got fed up with his wife for not naming their baby, so he named her Lele after one of the previous Queens of Illea.
Growing up, Carmilla always wanted her daughter to grow up and be a princess. Lele was interested in being a veterinarian like her mother, and would rescue animals all the time and nurse them back to health. Lele also become very interested in human health and is very good with medical things. Lele's mother made her become a proffesional model when she was 12, and Lele has been modeling for famous brand names like Victoria's Secret, Gucci, Prada, and other high list stores like that ever since. When Lele's mother was diagnosed with cancer, she stopped modeling for a couple weeks, before comping up with the plan to enter the selection and try to win so they could get good medical care for her mother. Despite being caste in 2, the family was in bad shape and didn't have lots of money. Most of their money was spent on her fathers alcohol addiction and her mothers medical bills. Lele became the main provider for her family, and is hoping to win so she can find true love like her parents did and get enough money for her moms medical bills.

↱Cᴀsᴛᴇ﹕ 2↲


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♔ Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ; Josehp; 45; Alive; ❤❤❤❤ 4/5
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♕ Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ; Carmilla; 37; Dying; ❤❤❤❤❤ 5/5
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⥽NAME⥼ Peyton Lily Mclain
⇢ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ⇠ Lil, Lily, Pey

⥽AGE⥼ 17
⇢ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ⇠ Illea
⇢ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ⇠ 6:24 AM
⇢ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ⇠ June 19

⥽GENDER⥼ Female
⇢sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ⇠ Heterosexual
⇢ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs⇠ Past Love -- Currently Single
⇢ᴄʀᴜsʜ⇠ Crown Prince

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⥽ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ⥼ Alyson Hannigan

⥽COMPLEXTION⥼ Pale--Lightly Freckled
⥽EYES⥼ Brown

⥽HAIR⥼
⇢ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ⇠Carmel Brown
⇢ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ⇠ Past Shoulder
⇢sᴛʏʟᴇ⇠ Wavy Down

⥽BODY TYPE⥼ Thin
⥽WEIGHT⥼ 124 lbs
⥽HEIGHT⥼ 5' 1"
⥽BLOOD TYPE⥼ AB

⥽APPAREL⥼
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Finding it easier to be a talkative ball of angst then the quiet girl in the corner, Peyton finds herself usually in the midsts of gossiping with higher ranking ladies then her own people of Caste 5. Peyton has an easily attractive aura that others find ease with her. Although her quick flashes of high energy can wear some people down. She simply just has no problem with sympathizing with the people around her at the time. As much as she is a performer and loves center stage she has an odd stress of not being able to rehearse in front of others. But if you put Peyton in a situation of entertaining and doing her job she will do it with ease. Though it is taboo for a performing five at a party to chat with the partiers, the many gents and ladies at the party have been commonly acquainted with her from past unacceptable intrusions. Her bubbly personality and quick wits kept others from questioning the her status.

Peyton has found it easy to listen in on many of her superiors while on the job. For a girl her age and in her position she certainly has over heard and heard first hand, from the younger more naive upper class-men, many dirty secrets. She surely knows more dirt than she should. On many occasions she may have ratted information to the wrong person, but no one traces these things back to her or suspects of the young performer despite her high demands and reputation. Unintentionally Peyton has learned of those who are on rebel sides and have information on that, thank goodness she realizes to keep her mouth shut on such topics.

Always laughing away, Peyton aims to please. Laughing for her is also usually a way to break ice, when she is in awkward situations she can't help but laugh. Peyton also tends to be to pushy person. She usually is unwilling to bend to others will when she tends to do so on others unintentionally. That being one of her faults, it comes in handy when rehearsing with a partner to get a routine down or trying to convince someone. Peyton tends to have a higher energy level than most and generally talks louder, faster, and usually gets off topic. She has always been a hard to keep track of and keep her attention. Though when she wants to do something or listen her attention is all yours.

⥽LIKES⥼

➺ Cartoons
➺ Music
➺ Adventures & Excitement
➺ Clothes
➺ Fireplaces
➺ Food
➺ Fantasy & Adventure Books

⥽DISLIKES⥼

➺ Cleaning
➺ Drawing
➺ Glasses
➺ Peas
➺ Getting in Trouble
➺ Sappiness

⥽STRENGTHS⥼

➺ Improvising
➺ Following a Beat
➺ Humorous & Sarcastic
➺ Flexible (Both physically and mentally)
➺ Cheery

⥽WEAKNESSES⥼

➺ Worrying to Much
➺ Darkness
➺ Cannot Lie
➺ Agressive
➺ Maybe is TOO Loud

⥽FEARS⥼
➺ Losing Someone Close
⥽HABITS⥼
➺ Tapping Foot & Fingers
➺ Eavesdropping
⥽DISABILITIES⥼
➺ Needs Glasses/Contacts

Peyton -- Continued

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In the very beginning Arik and Cathlein met at dance class on teaching adolescent twos and threes how to properly dance a waltz at a party. Soon they became best friends and found love. Then soon after Camilia was born there came Peyton. After Peyton came into the world her parents questioned having any more kids after that. Yet they did, and to their surprise Peyton matured as she became the older sibling. She started channeling all her crazy energy in becoming an amazing dancer and caring for her siblings when her parents were working. Once Peyton started getting older she followed in her sisters footsteps in excessive training for working for the rest of her life.

The Mclain family always excelled in getting the most cliental on the weekends and even weekdays. Four years ago Peyton walked into a practice gym to self train for a party the next day. Peyton twirled to an invisible beet as a stranger watched from a distance. That strange boy, Dylan, came up to her as she was picking up her bag to leave late in the night. He came up and introduced himself and complimented her fine dancing. His cheeks were bright red as she rolled around laughing at him, unsure on what to do with her own feelings. It may have been the oddest encounter either of them ever had. The two found themselves in a tangled romance. They soon started practicing and performing together. Dylan would always say to her, "Pey, you're going to be the best there ever is." They would laugh at that. It had always helped her step right back up after feeling disgraced. A love started to bloom so fierce inside Peyton, he had become one of the few passions in her life.

As the months wore on Peyton's family never ceased in raising their eyebrows at their little fire cracker's quiet boyfriend. It baffled all of them that their spunky loud Peyton would fall for such a shy boy. His silence would always be filled as Peyton would go bounding in the room. They felt made for each other, like the other's missing half.

After six months together the Draft was being called. Dylan was chosen, and was moving to the Palace to become a Royal Guard. The two weren't two concerned of what was going to happen to their relationship. Long distance wasn't daunting to either of them. They wrote constantly back and forth, their lives continuing. They went months back and forth, just waiting for when he could come home. Five months passed and their lives were about to be flipped upside down. There was a devastating attack on the Palace, and news started to spread of a few guards and maids that had gotten caught in the cross fire. Anxiously Peyton paced for days waiting for Dylan's usually letter that he would always joke that he was a-okay. It never came.

Dlyan is gone.

The accident wasn't spoken of in her home. Soon the memories started to fade, it only made her hurt worse. She didn't want to forget and move on. Instead of allowing herself to let go, she stubbornly held it in and kept it there in a bottle. It had been a year sense then and Peyton had swamped herself in her work. She was determined to become "the best there ever is". Overwhelmed from rehearsing, to schooling, to caring for her siblings, to work Peyton burst. She couldn't hold it in. The tears rolled down her cheeks that night. Dylan's voice echoed in her head. He wouldn't want to hold her back, he wanted her to reach for the stars. Slowly but surely her smile returned and she was bouncing off the walls again.

Recently Peyton had been finding her heart skipping to the sound of the Prince's voice through the screen. The old, yet new, sensation confused her. She only ignored it until the announcement of the Selection. Like every mother she was urged to sign up, being an eligible young lady, but already in her heart it was decided. Peyton would probably never admit it that she wanted to go. It was a challenge she wanted to take, the Prince intrigued her and she is daring enough to through herself into the royal pit. Though it may just be a big mistake.

⥽✧CASTE✧⥼ 5
⇢ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ⇠ Dancer & Musician

↳Dance || Best performed are Contemporary, Flamenco, Ballroom, and Lyrical. Least performed are Ballet and Salsa.
↳Music || Generally plays Harp, Flute, Piccolo, Piano, French Horn, and Lyre. Also plays the Castanets while dancing.

⥽SKILLS⥼

➺ Sarcasm
➺ Performing Arts
➺ Observing
➺ Eavesdropping
➺ Optimism

⥽HOBBIES⥼

➺ Singing & Humming
➺ Day Dreaming
➺ Adventuring
➺ Dancing
➺ Reading
➺ Laughing

⥽FAMILY⥼
⇢ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ⇠ Arik Bryton Mclain || 49 || Dancer/Musician -- 5 ||
⇢ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ⇠ Cathlein Fleur Mclian || 47 || Dancer -- 5||
⇢ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ sɪsᴛᴇʀ⇠ Camila Rose Lanwell || 25 || Dancer/Musician -- 5 ||
↳ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴʟᴀᴡ⇠ Daniel Hunter Lanwell || 27 || Actor/Musician -- 5 ||
⇢ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ sɪsᴛᴇʀ⇠ Sally Tulip Mclian || 11 || Dancer -- 5 ||
⇢ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ⇠ Jacob Easton Mclian || 5 || School -- 5 ||
⇢ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ sɪsᴛᴇʀ⇠ Arellia Blossom Mclain || 1 || Baby -- 5 ||

⥽FRIENDS⥼
➺ Her Sisters

⥽ENEMIES⥼
➺ none currently

⥽CRUSH⥼
⇢ᴘᴀsᴛ⇠ Dylan Anik Gunborg || would be 18 || Palace Guard/Previous Dancer -- 2 || Dead ||
⇢ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ⇠ Percival Asa Shreave || 19 || Crown Prince -- 1 ||