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"I can easily hate someone with my entire mind but love them with my entire heart."- Elisabeth
History: In all honesty, there was nothing that differentiated Elisabeth from her disagreeable ba..."
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I love her so much <3
She'll be a maid for Cecilia, alright?
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“Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.”
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• ƒµℓℓ ɲąʍ€ • Marina Day Stewart
↳First Name:Marina| Meaning: Of The Sea| Origin: Latin
↳Middle Name:Day| Meaning: Light & Hope| Origin: American
↳Last Name:Stewart| Meaning: house or guard| Origin: Scottish
• ȼą$ţ€ • Six {6}
• ɲɨȼЌɲąʍ€ •Mar or sometimes Day {Mostly Mar}
• ąǥ€ •16
↳Age Acts:Mature
• ǥ€ɲď€я • ♂ || ♀ Female
• βɨяţhďą¥ •5/7
↳Place Of Birth:Illea
↳Time Of Birth: 6:23 AM
↳Birth Stone:Emerald
↳Birth Flower:Lily of the Valley
• я€ℓąţɨ๏ɲ$hɨρ $ţąţµ$ • Single
↳Past Relationships: None
↳Looking Into Relationship: Nope {To Be RPED}
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↳ Face Claim:
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Eye Color:Green
Hair Color: Brown
Height:5'3
Weight:103
Piercings:Earrings
Tattoos: None
Distinguishing Marks:N/A
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{Traits: Stubborn, Unreasonable, Lively}
Mar is known for her stubbornness. She keeps her ground and never, ever, lets someone else win or correct her, even if she knows they are right. This huge part of Mar's personality started when she was very young and hated losing this board game against her older siblings. Not only is this girl stubborn she is very unreasonable, too. You won't get any bargaining out of her. She may know that her actions and words aren't being realistic or reasonable but then again she is stubborn and wants what she deserves. Well, not so much deserves. One of the better traits that Mar includes in her package is she is lively. It always seems she is on alarm and ready to do something. Sleeping must be the only time she isn't on guard. Overall Mar isn't as pretty as she is on the inside than on the outside. But, somewhere deep beneath that horrible layer of stubbornness and her unreasonable personality there is a hope for a kind soul.
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◮Hair Styling
◮Fancy Events
◮Movies
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◭Rebels
◭Gaudiness
◭Weapons {Besides knives}
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◮Cleaning
◮Serving
◮Fighting
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◭Speaking
◭First Impression
◭Actions
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◮Reading
◮Riding Horses
◮Styling
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The day was just like the rest of them. It wasn't like the average, but yet no different to the clueless citizens of Illea. The day was dreaded and the sky was inky, splotched with the occasional shine of the moons light shedding off but usually covered by the cluster of clouds. It should've been light by then but it stayed unusual for young Marina Day Stewart. A knock on the door, the chirp of the birds, a scream of a child, that could've only belonged to a childish fool.
Dad must've forgotten his house key, again. Mar opened the door to see her father with mud on his shoes and lots of dirt covering any chance of his white shirt or denim jeans to show through. Nothing unusual in the Stewart household. Mama was upstairs, already home from work, taking a cold shower in the tiny bathroom that couldn't fit a tub or any counter space nor storage. A frown crossed his face at the sound of running water. Most likely he wanted to get cleaned up and eat dinner, if there was any. Her only sibling, an older brother, sat on the old lime green couch reading the free magazines that he picked up at the stand earlier that week. He was old enough to work but only spent 2 hours of his day cleaning pools. A long day was coming her way already. It was dusk but they worked through the long nights. Dad went into the tiny kitchen and looked in the fridge to only see the inside of it with nothing but crumbs. Mama must've eaten the last yogurt cup. Mar wasn't hungry and was already cleaned up for the night so she went outside.
The night was not longer young when footsteps rustled down the paved street. Lots and lots of people dressed in black were sneaking silently down the road. No one who wasn't seeing them couldn't have known they were there. By now it was 30 minutes until curfew and all Mar wanted to do was water the bushes outside. So, she grabbed her neighbors hose and watered them as she watched them. The Daily's, her neighbors, didn't know they used their water to keep the plants alive. Not a single person in the entire army of black blobs noticed her. As a young teenage girl she went back inside the house and told her Dad, who looked outside the window. They were getting louder but weren't near their house anymore, maybe 5 blocks up. Eddy, her brother, looked too and mother hurried downstairs. Lights were off the everything was still but the rumbling streets.
"What is it?" Mar asked.
A one word reply came from Dad. Rebels. Of course it was, what citizen would go out at this time. Alarms went off and so lights were turned on dim. Shades were pulled down and everyone took their animals into safety. Mar ran outside for Tammy, their dog, and she scooped her up with ease. They all got into the house and locked the doors, like anything could save them. In the distance fires were on high and guards were running around like crazy. The entire family went into the basement that could barely fit 4 people. Tammy was the most comfortable of the group, just in Mar's arms, tail wagging, and playful smile. Mar sat down next to her brother and waited for the event to end.
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Hours past and it ended. But, when they climbed out of the basement they saw that their house was untouched on the inside and outside and same with her neighbors. But up the street homes were destroyed. Luckily no one died or was taken away. All animals were found and brought home to the owners but sometimes the loss belongings and memories could break someone. Mar was overjoyed but sad for her friends. The town was never attacked before and people were scared. Dad wanted to get his children away from the disaster as well as himself. They moved. Away from everything and everyone they ever knew or loved. Weeks past and they went. The new house was bigger and slightly nicer, with a tub and even a fairly nice kitchen. Mar, like any child, grew up and needed employment. She tried being a gardener but got fired, quickly. Dally, a guard at the palace, her brothers best friend, took his break to come to their house. Dally's parents died and he had no family besides them. He mentioned an opening for one or 2 jobs, including a maid one. She went back with Dally and got interviewed. Luckily, she became a maid.
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◮Mother: Mama
-Mama is 48 and beautiful with blond hair and dark green eyes. Inside she was a little bold and Mar took after her. Her true name is Daisy Avery Stewart. She was always a 7.
◮Father: Dad
-Fabian, Mar's dad, is a handsome 50 year old man. He is very sweet and patient. His full name is Fabian Ily Stewart. He was always a 7.
◮Brother:Eddy
-Where do I start on Eddy, maybe lazy, handsome, young, and funny. He is 23 by now and has a girlfriend. Currently he lives on his own in a tiny apartment with just himself.
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◭Best Friend Friend:Dally Lewis Daystand
-Dally is a close friend of Mar's and the best friend of Eddy. He is tall and has brown shaggy hair, light blue eyes, and very pale. I must say, he is a horrible guard.
◭Close Friend:Daniela Stan Evegreen
-Daniela was from back home and was her best friend for life, well not anymore. She has dark brown hair and misty gray eyes. Dani isn't drop dead gorgeous but pretty.
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◮Arch Enemy: Just rebels
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• ώ๏яţh • Not Know
• ţяąɲ$ρ๏яţąţɨ๏ɲ • {Stays at Palace 24/7}
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↳Favorite Song:
↳Favorite Food:Omelets
↳Favorite Color: Midnight Blue
↳Favorite Location: Palace
↳Favorite Family Member:
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↳Blood Type:AB+
↳Maid Of:
↳Hometown: Whites
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“Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how
to fall upwards.”
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[First Name] Christine [Middle Name] Johanna
[Last Name] Parsons
[Nickname] Chris, Christie
[Age] 24
[Appearance]
[Personality]
Christine is at her happiest, her most comfortable, and most clear-minded when she's alone in a private space. People don't particularly bother her-she's cordial with them- however they typically are the ones that bring complications and drama to her doorstep. Something she has dealt with enough. She's sarcastic and borders on a mean teasing-humor, something she doesn't do often but can be incredibly off-putting. She has a short temper and can be incredibly cold. During times of hardship she'll shut herself off entirely, putting on a mask of happiness that directly contradicts just how terrible she's feeling. She doesn't need anybody to see her in need of help, she's strong and that's exactly what she tells herself. She doesn't have many friends but she will be extremely loyal to the ones she does have, putting them before her at all times.
[History]
As a 6, Christine had lived a hard life. Small house. Small income. Little hope. And that's just what the caste entails. Add on the father who was rarely around, drinking down whatever money they had, and you had Christine: near desperation, ready for an escape. She never went to her hard-working mother as she never wanted to burden her with additional problems and instead put all her emotions she had into a burning hatred for her father. She was able to find an escape whenever her mother's friend, Johanna-a maid at the palace- came around and told her stories of the palace life. And while those stories had the ability to make her just as infuriated as her father did, it also brought her hope. Making money only for it to be stolen and drunken was becoming an everyday situation for her, sometimes leaving Christine to wonder how terrible it would be to just leave. Take her mother and leave her father behind to rot in whatever hole he drank himself into. The thought become more common as her father would barge into the house late in the night looking for money to pay off gambling debts. While Christine worked even harder, tried to be smarter, there was sometimes no outsmarting a money-hungry drunken-madman who threatened or used violence if he didn't get what he want. Christine added fuel to a slowly engulfing fire while she saw her mother begin to crack. And then one day, it all ended and began. This would be the moment in life, Christine would wonder what she would've rather have. Her dad was found dead in back of an alley, a bottle in his hand and with the cause being over-intoxication. Her mom finally cracked and began drinking just as her father had, or at least that's what Christine guessed. Her mom was rarely home unless she needed a place to sleep off the alcohol. Their once close relationship vanished with her father's death and nearly broke Christina in the process but it had made the one with Johanna stronger. After much hardships later, Johanna was able to get Christine a job at the palace, working as a maid. Something Christine immediately took without looking back.
[Family Members]
Father: Jacob Parsons
Mother: Reyna Parsons
[Likes]
-Reading
-Art
-Simplicity
-Her alone time
[Dislikes]
-Self-destructive behavior
-Selfishness
-Irresponsible people
-Self-entitled attitudes
[Strengths]
-Hard-working
-Loyal
-Determined
-Sharp
[Weaknesses]
-Short-tempered
-Rude humor
-Can be off-putting
[Other] Has a flair for fashion that she hasn't realized yet.
I'm just going to post my very boring character template here. *puts down and walks away slowly*
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"I never said life was fair."
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●◉○Name○◉● Mia Abigail Highman
◌◎Nickname◎◌ Mia, just Mia, nothing else is ..."
Approved! She'll be a maid for Sloane Barrymore, if that's alright?
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[Middle Name] Johanna
[Last Name] Parsons
[Nickname] Chris, Christie
[Age] 24
[Appearance]
[Personality]
Christine is at her happiest, her most comfortable, and most clea..."
Approved!
She'll be a maid for Sage Barkley, if that's okay?
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"They said,＇Ｊｕｓｔ ａ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｆａｉｔｈ， ｉｔ＇ｌｌ ａｌｌ ｇｅｔ ｂｅｔｔｅｒ＇so I followed that preacher man down to the river and now I'm changed and now I'm st..."
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How are you so good at making charries? O.O
She'll be a maid for Asteria Calden :)
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This template has been completely made by Bow {Me} so please do not take this without permission. That would be against the law!
UNDER CONSTRUCTION
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“Don't cry because it's o..."
Approved! She will be a maid for Rose Blythe!
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▬▬▬▬▬ ▌│█║▌║▌║ м e e т c н a r a c т e r ║▌║▌║█│▌ ▬▬▬▬▬
Petra [Ｐｅｔｅｒ;ｓｔｏｎｅ] Marina [Ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｓｅａ] Riddell
Ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅ: Petra
A six, born in May 1st under the astrological sign Taurus, with Venus as the ruling planet. She is currently sixteen years old.
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Raised as a simple and humble Six in an orphanage. She always keeps in mind on how lucky she is, to have a home and people that nice enough to take care of her while the other like her, isn't that lucky. She's not taking anything for granted, and she's always trying to be selfless, to help other as much as she could.
Deep inside, Petra is a girl with a dream, to have her own home with people she can call father and mother. No matter how much she assured herself, that this life is enough, she can't help it but wanting more. She likes the orphanage, and she likes people she lived with, but it wasn't for her forever. She had to make her own path.
So, there's her. She was fourteen, looking for a new experience in life, and becoming a maid at the palace. She's not very convincing with words, but she works execptionally fast. It was a decision she made for herself, and she tried to fit in, even with her lack of social skill.
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She has been an orphan for as long as she can remember. All she knows that her family isn't there for her. Maybe they're dead, or maybe they're just missing, escaping somewhere else.
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Something In The Water - Carrie Underwood; Let Me In - Gabrielle Aplin; People Like Us - Kelly Clarkson; The Writer - Ellie Goulding; Midnight In The Garden - Lily Kershaw; What's It Gonna Take? - Sarah McLachlan; Let Me Go (feat. Chad Kroeger) - Avril Lavigne; Ｔｈｉｓ Ｉｓ Ｍｅ － Ｄｅｍｉ Ｌｏｖａｔｏ; Almost Lover - A Fine Frenzy
"They said,＇Ｊｕｓｔ ａ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｆａｉｔｈ， ｉｔ＇ｌｌ ａｌｌ ｇｅｔ ｂｅｔｔｅｒ＇so I followed that preacher man down to the river and now I'm changed and now I'm stronger."
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＂Ｙｏｕ＇ｒｅ ａ ｓｈｅｌｆ ｏｆ ｂｏｏｋｓ ｗｉｔｈ ｏｕｔ ｔｈｅ ｐａｇｅｓ， ａ ｗｅａｌｔｈ ｏｆ ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ ｌｏｃｋｅｄ ｕｐ ｉｎ ｃａｇｅｓ＂
Petra [Ｐｅｔｅｒ;ｓｔｏｎｅ] Marina [Ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｓｅａ] Riddell
Ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅ: Petra
＂Ｈｅｒｅ＇ｓ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｄａｍｎｅｄ， ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｌｏｓｔ ａｎｄ ｆｏｒｇｏｔｔｅｎ． Ｉｔ＇ｓ ｈａｒｄ ｔｏ ｇｅｔ ｈｉｇｈ ｗｈｅｎ ｙｏｕ＇ｒｅ ｌｉｖｉｎｇ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｂｏｔｔｏｍ＂
A six, born in May 1st under the astrological sign Taurus, with Venus as the ruling planet. She is currently sixteen years old.
＂Ｗｈｙ ｄｏｎ＇ｔ ｙｏｕ ｂｅ ｔｈｅ ａｒｔｉｓｔ ａｎｄ ｍａｋｅ ｍｅ ｏｕｔ ｏｆ ｃｌａｙ？ Ｗｈｙ ｄｏｎ＇ｔ ｙｏｕ ｂｅ ｔｈｅ ｗｒｉｔｅｒ ａｎｄ ｄｅｃｉｄｅ ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｄｓ Ｉ ｓａｙ？＂
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Petra has slanted ｇｒｅｅｎ ｅｙｅｓ that are like two clumps of moss. Her silk, curly, ｂｒｏｗｎ ｈａｉｒ is worn in a style that reminds you of a waterfall. She is quite short and has a slender build with ruddy skin.
＂Ｉｔ＇ｓ ｍｉｄｎｉｇｈｔ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｇａｒｄｅｎ ａｎｄ ｉ ｆｉｎｄ ｍｙｓｅｌｆ ａｌｏｎｅ＂
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Petra is plagued with the fear of abandonment, always seeking reinforcement that others will not “leave,” which makes the establishment of mature relationships difficult.
She spends more time alone than most, she is often introspective and has a knack for thinking things through. Her passion and focus turns from people to ideas, projects, or other hobbies, increasing the likelihood of her becoming expert in a certain thing.
When you're close enough to her, this makes her highly loyal to her comfortable inner circle. Easily misunderstood, Petra is more likely to surprise others with her intelligence, wit, and wisdom.
Her shyness and wallflower-type kind of person are often seen as a weaknesses because people associate them with insecurity and lack of confidence. She tends to keep to herself and the people/situations she knows, which limits her experiences.
＂Ｓｉｎｃｅ Ｉ ｗａｓ ａ ｇｉｒｌ Ｉ ｄｒｅａｍｅｄ ｏｆ ａ ｄｉｆｆｅｒｅｎｔ ｌｉｆｅ
Ｆａｒ ａｗａｙ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｌｉｇｈｔｓ＂
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Raised as a simple and humble Six in an orphanage. She always keeps in mind on how lucky she is, to have a home and people that nice enough to take care of her while the other like her, isn't that lucky. She's not taking anything for granted, and she's always trying to be selfless, to help other as much as she could.
＂Ｂｕｔ ｎｏｗ Ｉ’ｍ ｈｅｒｅ ｓｔａｒｉｎｇ ｉｎｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｆａｃｅ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｕｎｋｎｏｗｎ
Ａｎｄ ｗｈｏ ｗａｓ Ｉ ｔｏ ｔｈｉｎｋ Ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｆｏｏｌ ｔｈｅｍ
Ｗｈｅｎ Ｉ ｄｏｎ’ｔ ｅｖｅｎ ｋｎｏｗ ｗｈｏ Ｉ ａｍ＂
Deep inside, Petra is a girl with a dream, to have her own home with people she can call father and mother. No matter how much she assured herself, that this life is enough, she can't help it but wanting more. She likes the orphanage, and she likes people she lived with, but it wasn't for her forever. She had to make her own path.
＂Ｗｈａｔ’ｓ ｉｔ ｇｏｎｎａ ｔａｋｅ ｔｏ ｍａｋｅ ｍｅ ｗｏｒｔｈｙ
Ｗｈａｔ’ｓ ｉｔ ｇｏｎｎａ ｔａｋｅ ｔｏ ｍａｋｅ ｍｅ ｓｔｒｏｎｇ
Ｉ ｄｏｎ’ｔ ｈａｖｅ ｍｕｃｈ ｔｏ ｇｉｖｅ， Ｉ’ｖｅ ｏｎｌｙ ｊｕｓｔ ｂｅｇｕｎ ｔｏ ｌｉｖｅ＂
So, there's her. She was fourteen, looking for a new experience in life, and becoming a maid at the palace. She's not very convincing with words, but she works execptionally fast. It was a decision she made for herself, and she tried to fit in, even with her lack of social skill.
＂Ｓｏ ｈｏｗ ｄｏ Ｉ ｂｅｃｏｍｅ ｓｏｍｅｂｏｄｙ ｎｅｗ
Ｈｏｗ ｄｏ Ｉ ｂｅｇｉｎ ｔｏ ｍａｋｅ ｔｈｉｓ ｈａｐｐｅｎ
Ｈｏｗ ｗｉｌｌ Ｉ ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ ａｎｄ ｓｅｅ ｔｈｉｓ ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ
Ｗｈｅｎ Ｉ ｆｅｅｌ ｓｏ ｕｎｒｅａｄｙ ａｎｄ Ｉ ｆｅｅｌ ｓｏ ａｌｏｎｅ＂
＂Ｉ＇ｍ ｂｒｅａｋｉｎｇ ｆｒｅｅ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅｓｅ ｍｅｍｏｒｉｅｓ． Ｇｏｔｔａ ｌｅｔ ｉｔ ｇｏ， ｊｕｓｔ ｌｅｔ ｉｔ ｇｏ． Ｉ＇ｖｅ ｓａｉｄ ｇｏｏｄｂｙｅ， ｓｅｔ ｉｔ ａｌｌ ｏｎ ｆｉｒｅ． Ｇｏｔｔａ ｌｅｔ ｉｔ ｇｏ， ｊｕｓｔ ｌｅｔ ｉｔ ｇｏ＂
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She has been an orphan for as long as she can remember. All she knows that her family isn't there for her. Maybe they're dead, or maybe they're just missing, escaping somewhere else.
＂Ｎｏｗ Ｉ＇ｖｅ ｆｏｕｎｄ ｗｈｏ Ｉ ａｍ， ｔｈｅｒｅ＇ｓ ｎｏ ｗａｙ ｔｏ ｈｏｌｄ ｉｔ ｉｎ． Ｎｏ ｍｏｒｅ ｈｉｄｉｎｇ ｗｈｏ Ｉ ｗａｎｎａ ｂｅ＂
＂Ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ｍｅ＂
[Ｌｉｋｅｓ]
- Autumn
- Pizza
- Red
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[Ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ]
- Thunder
- Cat
- Mess
[Ｔｒａｉｔｓ]
- High maintanced
- Wisdom
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[Ｆｌａｗｓ]
- Trust issue
- Pushing herself to work too hard
[Ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈｓ]
- Making dresses
- Cooking
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[Ｗｅａｋｎｅｓｓｅｓ]
- Easily injured
- Doing something immediately outside her plan
[Ｏｔｈｅｒ]
Theme Song:
↪Coming Home, Part II ﹣ Skylar Grey❛And the blood will dry underneath my nails
And the wind will rise up to fill my sails
So you can doubt and you can hate
But I know no matter what it takes
I'm coming home, tell the world that I'm coming home
Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they've forgiven my mistakes
I'm coming home, tell the world I'm coming❜
"I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?"
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[ ғɪʀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ] Elise
[ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ] Emilie
[ ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ] Martin
[ ᴀɢᴇ ] 15
[ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ] October 11
[ sɪɢɴ ] Libra
[ ᴄᴀsᴛᴇ ] Six
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[Did you just call me cute?Yeah, I'll show you how cute I can be. ]
►►►|Ariel Mia Hollyn|◄◄◄
↛ Ariel
Of Hebrew origin, meaning lion of God
↛Mia
Variant of Michal, a Hebrew name meaning brook or possible who is like God?
↛Hollyn
Of Old English origin, referring to the holly tree, an evergreen whose leaves and berries are often used as Christmas decorations
Alias: Ari, Holly
True Age: 20
Apparent Age: 16-20
Birthday: June 29th
Zodiac: Cancer
Caste: Six
Occupation: Castle Maid
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Demiromantic bisexual
Appearance:
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5’1”
Weight: 97 lbs
Build: Petite and slightly curvy
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Personality:
Ari isn’t someone you want to cross. She speaks what she thinks, often forgetting the consequences as well as her place. Ari isn’t one who’s fond of being bossed around, which can be a problem, seeing how she’s a maid, but people, no matter how much they grumble, find a soft spot for her, because she’s just so… motherly.
Ari is one of those individuals who is always right, and she will remind you every so often just to keep you in place. She isn’t bossy, nor does she excessively enjoy being the commander, but she is unafraid to tell you when you’re wrong. She will take one glance at you and claim you for her own as a quirky feline would adopt stray kittens, regardless of whether or not they want to be adopted. She will cluck over you, complain about how ungrateful you are, scold you for your bad manners, scold you for not speaking your mind, scold you for getting into trouble, and scold you for staying in your room all day. She can become your worst nightmare, all five feet one inch of her trembling with rage at what you did or didn’t do.
She will become your best friend. Everyone warms up to Ari, because Ari is so completely at ease with herself. She honestly has nothing to hide. She can try, but the mask will crack and fall almost as soon as she puts it on and she inadvertently blurts thoughts that aren’t meant to be said, the type of thoughts everyone thinks but no one has the guts to say. She is terrible at keeping secrets of her own, but when it comes to others' private stories, she is a deadlock. Her blatant honesty makes it easy for her to spot someone’s blatant lies, and she’ll call anyone and everyone out for their sh*t.
She’s perfectionistic. She’s competitive. Everyone agrees her makeup skills are out-of-the-world, that her nimble, slim fingers can make the most elaborate, beautiful hairstyles, that her eyes are so sharp that they can see right through the mountain of dresses and find the diamond earring in the haystack, the perfect dress, the perfect pair of shoes. She trusts her judgement over your own when it comes to such things. She knows she is the expert, any remark you make will be quickly disregarded with a look which reminds you that she is the mother, that you are an ignorant little thing who has no idea what in the world you are talking about. She has a rivalry with all the other maids-- her girls are always the prettiest, the glittering jewel that shines brighter than all the others.
She will hover about, she is overprotective, a mother tiger who doesn’t trust her cubs to be out by themselves. She will wait up all night, sick with worry about why you’re not in your room, why you didn’t eat all the food provided on your plate for dinner, why your eyes looked so trapped, why your hands are so cold. She loves fiercely and without abandon. You will become her weakness.
She has morals, she knows what she believes as right and wrong, black and white, but when she truly loves, she will sacrifice all for her little kittens, for her cubs, for those she has not only befriended but parented, nurtured. They will give her the gun and tell her to shoot, and she will know it is the just thing to do.
She will try, try to pull the trigger but stop short, hurling the gun aside and embracing you, blocking you, taking the shot, the blow, because that’s what the best mothers do.
Strengths:
↣ Fierce, loving, loyal nature
↣ Excellent fashion sense
↣ Phenomenal make-up-ifying/hair-styling skills
↣ Motherly ways
↣ Intuitive sense of right/wrong
↣ Honesty- at ease with who she is
↣ Liked by pretty much all the maids
↣ Can easily find the “needle in the haystack”
↣ Great at lie-spotting
↣ Intelligent/shrewd
Weaknesses:
↣ Speaks before she thinks
↣ Bluntness
↣ Motherly ways
↣ Sometimes too sacrificial
↣ Disregards others’ opinions entirely on certain subjects/matters
↣ Easily worried, annoyed, and angered (it disappears as quickly as it comes)
↣ Incredibly overprotective
↣ Stubborn
↣ Incredibly competitive
Likes:
► Her babies (figurative babies)
► Winning
► Perfection (from her standards)
► Dressing people up
► Taking care of people
► Honesty
► Being right
► Make-up/hair/fashion
► Horseback riding
Dislikes:
► Being wrong
► People who she sees as threats to her loved ones
► Anyone who crosses her loved ones
► Losing
► When people don’t follow her instructions
► Suggestions on how to style hair, make-up, clothes, etc.
► Not being in control of situations
Myers-Brigg Type: ENTJ/ESTJ
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“We accept the love we think we deserve.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
She had no idea who her family was. Ari’s only link to whatever might’ve been in her past was her name, pinned to her coat on a piece of paper with blue ink, much like something you would read in a fairy tale. As a six, there were no foster homes. There was only the local orphanage, and that was the only home Ari ever had. Other children might’ve become shy and reclusive. The orphanage was not completely disreputable, but the living standards were harsh, and there were too many children, never enough supplies.
But Ariel had always been set apart. Seeing how she had no dolls, she took to adopting children, becoming their mother. Even at a young age, she somehow startlingly mature in certain aspects, and she doted on anyone and everyone who would come remotely close to her. She was the one who made sure the children shared their toys, that everyone had an equal amount of food, who clucked her tongue when someone had stolen something from the local bakery but bemusedly allowed them to eat, so long as they split it with the rest of the group. She made sure they were all sitting and their hands were all washed before they ate. People called her “momma” and she was just fine with that.
Ariel hadn’t needed a mother. All she ever needed was someone to take care of. It was hard to understand, impossible, maybe, that such a child, a child who had never had parents herself made such a good one, but she took pride in it. She learned to sew at seven, a requirement needed for her first job, going to a nearby factory and initializing handkerchiefs with her small, nimble fingers which were much more precise and could sew more elaborately than any machine. She took this new skill and by the end of the month, every skirt, every pair of pants, all the shirts had been stitched up with scraps of fabric she had found in the wastebaskets.
But of course, Ari wouldn’t settle for patchwork. In such drab circumstances, she craved for beauty. And so stitching things up would lead to unravelling the woollen stockings altogether and knitting up a much nicer pair, mending holes in skirts would lead to pleating it in a different way so one could not see the hole and the thing wasn’t so big, gaps and tears in shirts would be covered by pockets and ribbons and lace. She somehow made it work.
By the time she was nine she was stitching things up for a local family of Threes, people who were well-off enough to hire helping hands, but not so well-off they could afford a full-time maid. She fixed things, that was her pride, and she took care of the children, and that was her joy. At ten she spent the majority of the day as a worker at a salon, and when someone was fired for infidelity, she took over, learning to paint nails, to style hair, to create perfectly even wings with eyeliner. People who first had qualms about such a young girl doing such things found themselves amazed at how precise, how gentle, how good she was.
She stayed at the orphanage as long as possible, something usually unheard of, but she had her kittens to attend to. The place where her loved ones rested their heads at night was the place she called home.
At seventeen, she learned she had been hired at the palace. Perhaps the hardest thing she had ever done was leaving the girls and boys she had fussed over, scolded, loved since the beginning.
She thrived and she continues to thrive at the palace. She still keeps in touch with those she raised-- finds time to sit down and write letters, to tell them that they are loved, to remind them to please make sure they put on their coats before going outside and freezing to death. She has become a mother to many here, but she longs for the intimacy she had with those at the orphanage.
When she learned of the Selection, she practically leapt into the air to volunteer. Here was her chance: she intentionally asked for a lower caste girl, a girl who probably hadn’t been loved, who Ari could mother and love no matter what the protestations.
The day Elysia arrived, Ariel rolled up her sleeves and grinned.
There was work to do.
Family:
↣ Mother||Unknown name||Unknown status
↣ Father||Unknown name||Unknown status
Other:
the character below was created as a maid for Heather Saoirse Patenaude ↴
[ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ ] (view spoiler) || [ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ] (view spoiler)Jᴜʟɪᴀɴᴀ Cᴇʀɪsᴇ Dᴇᴍᴏs
----------------------------------- Jules or Liana for short
seventeen [17]
----------------------------------- december 2
female
----------------------------------- demisexual biromantic; single
six
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[ Black hair ▸ Pale green eyes ▸ 5'4" ▸ 102 lbs apprx ▸ (view spoiler)]
---------------------------- Àstrid Bergès-Frisbey ----------------------------Juliana looks like the fragile piece of spun glass she is.
With skin like porcelain, dark, dark hair, and pale green
eyes, her beauty is effervescent and fleeting. Her features
are almost childlike, but somehow also mature, her
cheekbones prominent, her lips pale. Not many notice
her; she's not the type that stands out. Neither does
she want to stand out. Her eyes, ringed by dark lashes,
are usually cast down. Rarely does she meet others' eyes.
She is gaunt and underweight, but cannot seem to care.
However much she loves fancying up others, the only
adornment she wears are a few rings on her slender
fingers. Everything else, she saves for others.
ᴀ ʀᴇᴠᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ᴅᴀʏ -------------------------------------------------
--------------------------- ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ sᴛᴀʏs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ғᴀᴅᴇs ᴀᴡᴀʏ
█║ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ▸ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ʀᴇʟᴇᴀsᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʟɪɴᴇs- ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅɪᴇNot everyone notices Juliana right away. She is a quiet creature, easily startled, skittish, deferential. She prefers that as few people as possible notice her. It is better that way. They cannot throw daggers when they don't know she's there. Passive and docile, no one would expect Juliana to stand up for herself. And, truth be told, she doesn't. Her strength comes from others. Juliana has too many thoughts inside her head, but rarely do any make their way out of her mouth. She writes them down instead, in a notebook filled with scribbles of poetry. Her poetry and prose are her therapy, her release, her secret haven.
Juliana hates anger. She hates violence. Raised voices and hateful words distress her. She is the girl who hates crying but cries easily. She is truly kind, in a way many people are not. The smallest, broken, most fragile things are the ones Juliana chooses to take into her care, more often than not, and she nurtures them with her own love and light. For those whom Juliana has become attached to, her loyalty will never die. In every possible manner, she will defend and protect her loved ones - a fatal grace. Only then does she speak up and stand out, love burning in her eyes. But for herself, never. Those who want to push her into the dirt and step on her find their job too easy. Juliana is too meek, too scared to speak back.
She is quiet and thoughtful, introverted to the extreme. Mild social anxiety turns any social encounter, no matter its length, into an adventure she'd rather not go on. While others would rather talk than listen, Juliana much prefers listening. There are stories in words, in every word. Because of this natural quietness, Juliana is quick to observe, and quicker to interpret. No one notices her, but she notices most things. Should anyone bother to ask her about the castle gossip, if she could build up the courage to speak of the castle gossip, Juliana would have immense powers of bribery and blackmail at her hands. But her inherent kindness does not allow her, as well as the courage and strength she finds in herself only when it comes to others.
[ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs ] observant // writing // loyalty to others
[ ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs ] mild social anxiety // skittish // standing up for herself
[ ʟɪᴋᴇs ] dresses and all things fashion // poetry // rain
[ ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs ] anger (especially directed at her) // loud noises // social situations
ɴᴏ ʟɪɢʜᴛ, ɴᴏ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴇʏᴇs -------------------------------------
------------------------------------- ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴅᴀʏʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ sᴏ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ
█║ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ▸ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ sᴀɪᴅBefore Juliana there was Flavia and then Claude. And after Juliana came three more boys and one baby girl. And Juliana was stuck right where no one truly cared. Old enough to not need pampering, young enough to not be of any use. The quiet one, the mouse. That's what Flavia called her, and then she would shoo her younger sister away with an annoyed look. Claude was little better. When Juliana was in his way, he would push her down, laugh, and run off again. The only sibling Juliana ever had any fun with was Tomas, and then he hit the stage where girls had cooties and it wasn't cool to play with girls. And then there was only little Bela, the baby, who couldn't even speak.
Daniel Demos was not a man cut out for family life. And somehow, he ended up with seven little children running around, seven little kids pulling on his pants leg, seven hungry mouths to feed and all of them useless. Not that Daniel himself was much more useful - a drunkard and an angry man, he was not very good with children. Virginia, however, loved each of her children equally. A kind soul, a gentle woman. She taught Juliana how to love, how to be kind, how important every person was.
What Claude taught her was vastly different. He taught her that she was weak and vulnerable. He told her that if he pushed her, she better not fight back, or she'd have a purple and blue jaw in no time. He showed her that words meant nothing to a boy who liked to shove and punch. If she forgot to hide her books, she would return home to find the pages ripped and in shreds, the black words like blood on the covers of her bed. When she cried, he laughed. And she hated him. He was the only person Juliana has ever hated.
And then Virginia died in childbirth. Little Bela took Virginia's place as the object of Juliana's adoration. While her father, Flavia, and Claude worked, Juliana watched the children. Of course, they didn't listen often to their soft-spoken older sister. And then they all started to grow up. Juliana stopped babysitting and took a job with a seamstress, stitching torn trousers and taking in dresses. At home, she was forgotten. With the seamstress, whose eyesight was getting worse though she was not old, she felt like she belonged. She started staying later and later, finishing jobs meant for tomorrow, playing with scraps of cloth, creating her own gloves and frocks. Soon enough, her employer found one of these dresses-in-progress tucked under some rarely used muslin. She put it for sale once it was done. And Juliana began creating more. Her heart lay in words, truly, but also in these fabrics she stitched together.
And of course, there was a boy. Her employer's nephew, actually. A tall boy, with dark hazel eyes and a mop of blonde hair and a grin that could melt any heart. Juliana was only fifteen, and the only love she had ever known was her mother's love, years and years ago, and the love she read about in the novels she hid under her mattress. She thought this was love. Foolish, blind, stupid. She was quiet and meek, and Henry Hastings, looking like a boy from a novel, stole her heart. Juliana's faith in him was blind, her trust foolish. She thought he would come through when she asked if he would take her away, if he would run away with her, away from this hellhole of a world, away from Claude and her drunk father. Henry agreed. Juliana did not see any lie. And when she stepped out of the shop that night, with a book, some money, and the clothes on her back, ready for a new life, she was greeted with nothing. Bricks and more bricks.
No Henry.
The next day, she asked why. She sobbed. And Henry watched not with pity, not with regret, not with love, but with apathy and derision. You think I'd give up my life... For you? I'm a Five, you stupid girl; did you think I'd settle for a Six?
When the seamstress told her about an opening for a job as a maid at the palace, Juliana wasted no time. The only person she said goodbye to was Bela.
The rest didn't even notice she was gone.
[ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ & ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ]
↛ Daniel Demos // the father that taught her to duck from flying bottles
↛ Virginia Demos // the mother that gave her love (deceased)
↛ Claude Demos // the brother who made her life a living hell
↛ Bela Demos // the little baby angel who did not know pain
↛ the other siblings // one girl and three boys that were simply there
↛ Henry Hastings // the boy that broke her heart
↛ Heather Saoirse Patenaude // assigned Selected girl
[ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ]
↛ Leave My Body // Florence and the Machine
↛ No Light, No Light // Florence and the Machine
Ebony Miller[First Name] Ebony
[Middle Name] Reece
[Last Name] Miller
[Nickname] Ebbie
[Age] 19
[Appearance]
[Personality] Ebony is a very quiet maid. She rarely speaks unless spoken to and is very afraid of the selected girls and all the royals. However, she has a slightly inquisitive nature.
[History] Ebony has had a fairly ok life. She grew up as the daughter of a fairly well off six family ; well, well-off compared to other sixes. And she started working in the palace when she was about ten. She has been a loyal maid and is respected by most of the others.
[Family Members]
Mother - Jane Miller - a retired maid
Father - John Miller - retired
[Likes]
- sewing
- tidying
- singing
[Dislikes]
- The selected girls
- people making a mess, particularly with food.
- cabbage
[Strengths]
- sewing
- calming people down
[Weaknesses]
- being seen as a six and only a six.
- her curiosity.
[Other]
Ebony loves chocolate, although, being a maid, she barely ever eats any.
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[Did you just call me cute?Yeah, I'll show you how cute I can be. ]
►►►|Ariel Mia Hollyn|◄◄◄
↛ Ariel
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[ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ ] [spoilers removed] || [ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ] [spoilers removed] The character is entirely of my creation, and plagiar..."
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Ohmigoodness Corina, I love her to pieces.
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[ Middle Name ] Christine
[ Last Name ] Day
[ Nickname ] Isa
[ Age ] 19
[ Caste ] Six
[ Appearance ]
[ Hair Colour ] Honey brown
[ Eye Colour ] Dark brown
[ Height ] 5'7..."
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So her and Claudia, then?
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[First Name] Ebony
[Middle Name] Reece
[Last Name] Miller
[Nickname] Ebbie
[Age] 19
[Appearance] [Personality] Ebony is a very quiet maid. She rarely speaks unless spoken to and is v..."
Approved, she'll be a maid for Heidi Crest, if that's alright?
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[ғuʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ:] Nadia Jones
↳ ғɪʀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Nadia // NAHD-yə // English, French, Italian, Russian, Bulgarian, Ukranian
↳ ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Jones
(rank) Maid for Eden Lindquist, Selected girl
ᴀɢᴇ: 23
(birthday) September 28th
(birthstone) Sapphire (view spoiler)
(birth flower) Aster (view spoiler)
(zodiac sign) Libra
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
(sexuality) Heterosexual
(relationship status) Single
(crush) None
(relationship past) A doctor trainee a while back
ᴄᴀsᴛᴇ: 6
(occupation) Maid for Eden Lindquist
ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:
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(face claim) Freema Agyeman
↳ (description) Nadia has dark hair that she usually wears curled or straightened (when she doesn't have it up in the typical maid style) and reaches just below her shoulders. She has darker skin than the typical Illean white-washed society.
↳ (hair colour) Black
↳ (height) 5'6"
↳ (weight) 123lbs
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:
Nadia is sassy. Whether it's an eyeroll, or a real sassy comment, she isn't afraid to show her opinion. And if her opinion is that she doesn't like you, God help you. She is extremely organized, and a perfectionist, though she may not seem like it at first glance. She's amazing at sewing, and no one can match her perfect stitches. She's frustrated with society, and wants it to change. And she has trouble remembering to check her words before they burst out of her mouth.
(likes)
↳ Medecine
↳ Sewing
↳ Being appreciated
(dislikes)
↳ Her caste
↳ Being a maid
↳ Being treated like nothing
(strengths)
↳ Medecine
↳ Sewing (view spoiler)
(weaknesses)
↳ Her caste
↳ Her temper
↳ Keeping her mouth shut
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:
Nadia grew up in an average six life. Her mother was a maid in a two household, her father was a butler. She had one older sister, and a younger brother. But Nadia was anything but an average six.
She wanted to be a doctor. Why could only threes be doctors? Why couldn't anyone be a doctor? So she saved up. All her money. For ten years. She waited tables, did maid work, and then she started taking medical courses. She passed. And not a single clinic or hospital would take her? Why? Because she was a six. In fact, people stopped hiring her for six jobs, too. No one wanted a maid who could splint a broken arm. They wanted a maid who could clean, cook, sew. Without complaint.
The best offer she got was maintenance at a hospital. She took it. And got to be very good friends with one of the doctors there. When she'd finish her work, she'd join him. He was trying to discover a cure for a rare decease in his free time. The hospital superiors noticed her spending time with him. And fired her. Said she was distracting him from his work.
She was out of work. It was a waste, she decided. This society would waste her, her talent, all her hard work. So when she was offered a job at the palace, she took it. Funds were tight. She couldn't be choosy. Even if it meant working for the people who forbade her from following her passion, her dream career.
(family)
↳ Father, 52
↳ Mother, 50
↳ Sister, 25
↳ Brother, 20
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(view spoiler)|I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sʟᴇᴇᴘ ɴᴏᴡ, ɴᴏ, ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ I ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ|▌│█║▌║▌║ McKenna Dallas Fitzroy ║▌║▌║█│▌►McKenna
Of Scottish and Gaelic origin, meaning ascend
►Dallas
Of Gaelic origin, meaning wise
►Fitzroy
Of English origin, meaning son of the king
║▌Nicknames || Kenna, Dally║▌
║▌18 | October 12 | Female| Heterosexual║▌
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║▌Brown Hair | Brown Eyes | 5’2” | 110 lbs | Petite and Curvy║▌
Her huge, doe-like eyes scream innocence and her lips curve up too often to form a child-like, sweet smile which contradicts that mischievous, all-too-knowing twinkle in her eyes. Her make up is bold, but it is never overdone, and while she is a huge fan of eyeliner, it only heightens her puppy-dogged features rather than transforming her into a hungover raccoon. Smooth, slightly olive complexion and rouge red lips seem to suggest that she could be a princess, a fairy, someone not quite of this world, her innocent, slightly elfin features making you turn back for a second look. At first glance, you think that she could be twelve, but the curves on her body, curves which too often lead to stares and winks and lewd comments state otherwise, and once everything comes together, the contradictions smooth out to form an undeniably beautiful girl whose grace and confidence find ways in creating the illusion that she is so much more than her 5 feet 2 inches.
║▌Six | Maid for Aria Rosalie Strider | Neutral║▌
|Wʜᴀᴛ's ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠɪᴄᴇ? Yᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ Mɪɴᴇ's ᴛʜᴇ ɪʟʟᴜsɪᴏɴ...|► P ᴇ ʀ s ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ʏAs Alianne likes to remind her too often, McKenna seems to carry the entire world on her shoulders. Look past the innocence, the mischevious grins and the literally overlooked height advantage, look past her child-like, inquistive nature and those rich brown eyes, and you will see that the brown is deep, vats of compassion, of whip-like wit, of ideas sparking and worlds being spun, but its darkness, while sweet, is not without bitterness.║INFJ | (view spoiler) ▌
McKenna Dallas Fitzroy does not know how to let go, after eighteen years of living. She holds on fiercely, to the bad, along with the good, and responsibility, while fueling her, providing her with fire for her eyes, also bogs her down, sacks of coal upon her back. She is the tougher out of the twins, she has always taken care to shelter her sister, seen that ten minute gap between her birth and her sister's as the gap that separates the pain she feels and the pain her sister will, as long as Kenna is there, never feel. Her fingers are wide open but the inequity and injustice slams into her palms, and outstretched hands become clenched, never fully unclenching because she is terrified of what might happen if she were to let go.
Most do not see this side-- the side of McKenna that has the capability to feel terror, or fear of any kind. She has a wit that astounds, and call it living with the sassiest doppelganger alive or simple genetics but Kenna will find a way to have the last word. She has a fierce determination if the cause is one she fully believes in, she is so much stronger than anyone could ever imagine, and if there isn't a path already made, than McKenna will simply forge it, pull straight ahead as if she doesn't feel the thorns on her legs and the low branches sticking in her hair. The thing is, she does feel them, and she feels much more. She is compassion, and her curiosity, her desire to know, the reason she reaches out so much and so often is simply because she loves and feels deeply and fiercely, and believe me, she knows that pain, that loss, dead eyes, eyes flooded with tears, eyes smoldering with rage, she knows it all, and she feels it all deeply. Too deeply, some would say.
Give her sticks and stones and she will find a way to build a castle. Give her words and she will spin you a story fit for a king. But do not give into the pretense that this girl does not have salt rubbed into open wounds, that she does not know how to be vulnerable, that she does not know how to be lost. Remember that she is human, and that if you do not take care to remember, one day the coals on her back will take their toll and she will break. But do not, for a moment, think that weakness finds a way to limit her. She is not bounded by her vices any more than she is by her virtues and she will go on. She is impossible, so take her hand, let your fingers intertwine, and run.
║▌ ▲Resourcefulness | ▲Determination | ▲Compassion ║▌
║▌ ▼Inability to Let Go | ▼Past Pain | ▼Feigns Invincibility ║▌
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|Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ Gɪʀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ Sᴍᴀʟʟ Hᴀɴᴅs ᴀɴᴅ Bɪɢ Eʏᴇs ᴡʜᴏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴛᴏᴘs ᴀsᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ Mᴏʀᴇ.|
► H ɪ s ᴛ ᴏ ʀ ʏ
She was ten minutes older but it might have been ten years, for by the time they pulled out the second babe, McKenna's eyes were already burdened, already old. The joke in the family was that the nine months of sharing the same womb as Alianne had taken its toll on Kenna even before she was born, but her parents knew that the fact was that Kenna was gifted with a wisdom that could not come from experience or years, and they cherished it.
They lived in a rather typical family of Sixes: their mother was a seamstress who worked from home so she could also tend the children, their father was a clerk at a store twenty minutes walking distance away from their house. Money was always tight but they made do and for the most part, it was a happy family. Kenna and her sister hated each other fiercely and loved each other fiercer still, and from the moment they could walk and talk they had furious power struggles which started with Ally trying to boss Kenna into submission and always ended with Kenna seated on top of Alianne as Alianne resorted to tickling to get her sister off of her. Their mother always had to pry them apart and send them to opposite corners for time-outs, and they would glare at each other. Kenna always softened first, pulling her sister into a tight hug until gradually, Alianne gave up and reciprocated the affection.
Eight was when everything changed. Disease was common, and their mother became weak so fast, too fast, and one day they woke to find that she had forgotten how to breathe. Both twins were hit hard, but Kenna felt more, her heart was more vulnerable, and so the blow hit her the hardest, knocking the wind out of her, and yet, ten minutes older still meant she older nonetheless, and before she could learn how to get back up and recover from the blow she found herself sheltering, protecting, taking care of her sister. She was the anchor to Ally's otherwise flighty ways, and she made sure that her sister never lacked support.
Their father fell into a deep depression but when he looked at his two little girls, he was reminded he had something to live for, and he worked twice as hard to make sure that, above all else, what family was left stayed together. They both ended up following the path their father had created and worked at the store, settling back into a routine. And yet, when Kenna found space to breathe, to think, she found she was still winded, that it still hurt, and she would see the face of her sister, and push it all aside.
She was fifteen when she met Conrad (who she automatically dubbed Connie, just to tick him off) and what started as casual banter to fill the space of boredom soon catapulted into a deep friendship. He was a Five, she was a Six, but to both it did not matter. Friendship was infinite, and numbers could not stop them. They were best friends, and while it was frowned upon to traverse with those of different castes, they did it nonetheless, ignoring guidelines and scoffing at propriety to forget about pain, loss, to teach each other what it meant to laugh, and laugh for real.
One day, she found herself teasing him about how immune he was to the hormones most teenage boys were plagued with, about how he had never once contemplated lusting after any girl he saw on the streets they walked, how for the last two years they had known each other, he had never once batted an eyelash or even hinted at falling in love. Conrad's face turned scarlet and looking at that tomato of a face Kenna realized how far he had fallen for her, and in turn, how she, too, had followed suit, falling for him.
Illicit friendship turned to illicit relationship and they were closer than ever as wounds finally started to heal. On the nights they weren't together, Kenna would stay up looking at the stars thinking of all the dreams that had been created in such a short time. She was living in a fairy tale, if her number changed from Six to Five, she could finally start to live, to pursue her dreams to star in musicals, to learn how to play guitar, to rise to become someone.
On July 4th, when she was four months short of turning eighteen, he proposed and she looked at him for the longest time, thinking of all the dreams that had come with him, at those beautiful green eyes so drunk on this pure, unadulterated love. She looked down at the beautiful ring, so delicate, so pure, glistening in the moonlight and to her surprise, she found herself saying the words I'll think about it. Not yes. Here was her chance. They would only be one caste up, but that one caste made all the difference. So why not? Why not yes?
That night, she walked home with that little box in her coat, and it might as well have been the entire universe fitted inside her pocket, for she had never felt the weight so keenly. She quietly slid through the window and stared for the longest time at the form of her sleeping sister, who looked so like her, and yet she knew that if her sister's eyes were to open, the differences would clearly show. The burden she carried was imprinted too clearly in her eyes, and her sister's were still clear, still light-- Ally still knew how to fly. Her thoughts flew to her father, how he worked up to sixteen hours a day, how he had once seemed so strong and invincible but now she knew that he was no different from her. They gazed into each other's eyes and the same pain was reflected into both.
She could not leave. She did not give him an answer. A week later, both girls recieved letters from the palace and both accepted. The ring is always in her pocket, but in the months since that fateful day of July, she has not been able to open it-- she has never tried the ring on. And yet, she cannot let go. She finds herself subconsciously reaching for the box, and her hands clench around the velvet, and although she tries to unclench, for she is now all too aware that her life was never meant to be a fairy tale, she cannot let it go.
|Sᴏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴏᴘ Pᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ, I ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ Sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ|► F ᴀ ᴍ ɪ ʟ ʏ
║▌Kyle McMillian Fitzroy||Father||Alive
║▌Alana Violet Fitzroy||Mother||Dead
║▌Alianne Briella Fitzroy||Twin Sister||Alive
► O ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʀ
Goodbye Apathy||OneRepublic
((Dyanne, what's with you and ive-got-a-miserable-heart-crushing-background-history character? xD))
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((but that's why I adore you! I can't pull something like that.
My character is like, mentally disoriented, or a black hole, or a huge ball of sarcasm, or Perry, and when it comes to history, should I make a tragic past or environment that could've triggered his/her character development? Nah, they freely choosed to be b*stards, no pressure from their surrounding.))
My character is like, mentally disoriented, or a black hole, or a huge ball of sarcasm, or Perry, and when it comes to history, should I make a tragic past or environment that could've triggered his/her character development? Nah, they freely choosed to be b*stards, no pressure from their surrounding.))
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Ｐａｒｔ Ｏｎｅ
[ғuʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ:]
↳ ғɪʀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Alianne
↳ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Briella
↳ ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Fitzroy // English // Son of the King
(nickname) Aly, Ally, Anna, Bree, Ella, Fitz
(title) Maid for Rose Blythe
[ᴀɢᴇ:] 18
(birthday) October 12th
(time of birth) 7:19 at night
(birthstone) Opal (view spoiler)
(birth flower) Marigold (view spoiler)
(zodiac sign) Libra
[ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:] Female
(sexuality) Heterosexual
(relationship status) A six named Finn, back home
(relationship past) There've been a few, nothing serious until Finn.
ᴄᴀsᴛᴇ: 6
(occupation) Maid for Rose Blythe
[ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:]
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(face claim) Jenna Louise Coleman
↳ (description) Ally has dark brown hair with eyes to match. She's fairly short in stature, by most people's standards. She's always laughing or smiling for one reason or another.
↳ (hair colour) Brown
↳ (eye colour) Brown
↳ (height) 5.2"
↳ (weight) 110lbs
[ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:]
Aly can be very affectionate, though more often then not she's just teasing. She flirts more than is maybe good for her, and she's quite good at it. But if she does really love you, then she can be the most amazing person you've ever known.
She loves telling people what to do. Especially her sister. The only problem is that no one ever seems to listen. She isn't really someone you would consider to be an authority figure.
Aly has a kind of aura that attracts people to her and makes them like her. She's just that sort of person who makes friends easily and who everyone has trouble disliking.
She might not be a five, but her old battered sketchbook has seen much use. She might not be the best, but it's something to occupy her time with, and she finds it fun and challenging.
Though she may not seem like someone you can rely on, if she makes a promise, she will go to the ends of the earth to see it through. She's not one to forget to do something she was asked to do.
She may not be the most extroverted of people, though she's certainly not an introvert. While she enjoys the peace and quiet, and sitting alone reading a book or sketching in her sketchbook, she definitely enjoys being around people and having a good time.
One of her faults is that she uses her heart more than her head, and acts before she thinks. She's the kind of person to jump into a burning building to save someone without thinking about the consequences, or taking a bullet to the heart to save someone she loves.
Aly is quite intelligent, though she might seem vapid at times. She might not have the typical kind of intelligence, but she knows more than she lets on at times.
She will never say no if you have a problem to tell her about. She'll listen, and if she can she'll try and help.
She's the kind of person who will do anything for her friends, and her enemies had best beware. She will cross the world to save the ones she loves and will go the same length to take down someone who's hurt someone she loves.
Despite her many strengths, she's very naive of the world, and could even be considered ignorant. She doesn't see the world in the same way as most people, and more often than not she's off in some dreamland.
(likes)
↳ Tea (view spoiler)
↳ Baking (view spoiler)
↳ Coffee (view spoiler)
↳ Drawing
↳ Cider (view spoiler)
↳ Flirting
↳ Hot chocolate (view spoiler)
↳ Being friendly
↳ Reading
(dislikes)
↳ People who order her around
↳ When people keep secrets from her
↳ When people try to protect her
↳ Sewing
↳ Being bored
(strengths)
↳ Drawing
↳ Listening
↳ Talking to people
↳ Flirting
↳ Being sassy and sarcastic
(weaknesses)
↳ Sewing
↳ Oblivious
↳ Naive
Ｅｎｄ ｏｆ Ｐａｒｔ Ｏｎｅ
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[ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:]
Alianne Briella Fitzroy was born on the 12th of October, exactly 10 minutes after her twin sister, McKenna. And she was every inch of her a younger sister.
Constant teasing, and the occasional wrestling match was the norm in their rather typical family of sixes. Ally would tease her sister and they would banter consistently. Their mother was consistently having to stop her work at her sewing machine to break the two of them up before someone lost an eye. She worked from home, and though it didn't make the most money, it was still money in the bank and she could take care of the two of them while she did it. Their father worked as a clerk at a store twenty minutes walking distance from their home, and of course he walked. It wasn't as if they had money to spare to buy him a car just so he could drive for ten minutes each day. Money was tight, but they never went hungry. And they were happy. And that was what really mattered wasn't it?
Their childhood was an endless war of Ally trying to boss her older sister around, and Kenna tackling her and sitting on her until being forced to get off by the relentless tickling of the younger sibling. Their mother would set them up in opposite corners of the room for a time out, and they would glare at each other until it was over. Kenna would always relent first, and hug her sister, and Aly would eventually give in as well. Neither could hold a grudge for too long.
Then, when the twins were eight years old, tragedy struck the family. Decease was common where they lived, and their mother had succumbed to it. They woke up to find her dead. Lifeless. Aly was sad, of course, very sad. But her sister comforted her, and she went on with her life. She made friends, she hugged her father before he left for work, kissed him before she went to bed. Her father, who tried his very hardest not to sink into depression at his wife's death, because he had two little girls to take care for.
Both of the twins ended up working at the same store as their father, when they were older, because the family was still tight on money.
And at the age of fifteen started the boys. Aly was a terrible flirt, and she had most of the six boys wrapped around her little finger. She had plenty of friends, but not any real 'boyfriends'. It was all really just a game. She flirted, they responded, and they would all laugh about it. It was just a joke, they were just friends. Until she turned seventeen.
That was when she met Finn. He was shy, sweet... And he didn't like her, surprisingly enough. He was one of the few boys who didn't blush when she talked to him, didn't fall in love with her. When she flirted, he responded right back with a snarky comment and walked away. And soon, Ally found that she'd really, truly fallen in love. Their first kiss was, in all places, in a band room closet. They'd been locked in together by mutual friends, who of course thought they were perfect for each other. It was then that they discovered they both really truly liked each other back. The door was swung open by their classmates to reveal two very embarrassed classmates jumping apart. And from then on, they were a couple. It just happened. They hung out, kissed a few times, held hands, that sort of thing.
Ally was completely unaware that her sister, her sister she'd teased so many times about not being into guys was having the same experiences. She was unaware that her sister had a chance, a chance to be with the person she loved, to live the life she'd wanted to live all her life, and that she'd given it up. For her.
A week after their eighteenth birthday, they were offered positions at the palace. Both accepted. Aly still wrote to Finn, once a week, and he wrote back. It was a long distance relationship, but they made it work. And both can't wait for her days off, when she races into town to meet him.
(family)
↳ Father // Kyle Mcmillan Fitzroy // 45 // 7/10
↳ Mother // Alana Violet Fitzroy // Deceased
↳ Twin Sister // McKenna Dallas Fitzroy // 18 // 9/10
Ｅｎｄ ｏｆ Ｐａｒｔ Ｔｗｏ
⒢⒤⒡⒮ ⒡⒪⒰⒩⒟ ⒪⒩ ⒤⒩⒯⒠⒭⒩⒠⒯
⒠⒱⒠⒭⒴⒯⒣⒤⒩⒢ ⒠⒧⒮⒠ ⒝⒴ ⒨⒠ ⒟⒪ ⒩⒪⒯ ⒞⒪⒫⒴
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[ age ] twenty-three
( date of birth :: 8/1
( place of birth :: sato province
[ gender ] female
( sexuality :: biromantic demisexual
( relationship status :: single
[ caste ] six
( occupation :: maid
Charlie's a fairly timid person. She's not good with people, or interactions of any kind. Especially with part of her OCD acting up. Some things she says in response to others don't sound right, so she says it again. And again. And again, until she gets it right. Having her routine disrupted is also one way you could possibly destroy her, watch her crumble. She has a way of doing things that feel right to her; interrupting that usually has her in a fit. Some people have seen her fall apart over it, and questioned her actions. But, she knows the whole truth behind it. If she doesn't come undone in public, she will in private.( likes :: order · organization · flowers, rose in particular · the color blue · cake
( dislikes :: disorder · her condition · her routines · people remarking on her behavior · repeating herself
( strengths :: meticulous · orderly · attentive
( weaknesses :: her OCD · disruption of her routine
The only real moment of panic they had before they were struck with the realization of something wrong was when Charlie had just turned ten. She was doing an odd sort of thing--locking the door one, two, three, four, five, tapping the base of the light switch one two three, bouncing in the doorways before she enters a room one two three four five six seven before kicking the door on her way in once. They noticed the odd things she did, started paying more attention. They saw her jump over cracks, measure her steps. It dawned on them that Charlomine wasn't in the midst of a phase. It seemed to routine--too often done--for it have started only recently.
They took her to a doctor, and instead of helping only managed to make it worse. The man was disorderly, papers everywhere. Ironic, considering the kinds of patients he saw. She broke, then and there. Watching her struggle was only more confirmation that things were not okay, and they left immediately. They found someone else, someone better. Someone neat. From then on, she would be taking a number of medications, that in turn altered her indefinitely.
Since then, all that Charlomine has been concerned with is being normal. School was a struggle, having to break her routines. She slowly crumbled, and would spend a week or more recovering. Her parents would assure her that she would be alright, but it never worked. She was always, always aware of how different she was.
There was a time when she went off her medication and attended school. Her routines returned, slowly at first. Little things that people didn't totally notice. She was feeling better, then suddenly she wasn't. She was broken, so completely by this thing.
The years passed, ruled by pill after pill, and Charlie got a job as a maid in the palace, working for the girls of the Selection. She isn't sure what to expect, or what to do since she just stopped her latest medication.[ relationships ]
♚ mother — abigail dyebosk — [ 9/10 ]
♛ father — jedediah dyebosk — [ 9/10 ]
♟ friends — none, as of yet
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B A S I C S ;
[ age ] twenty-three
( date of birth :: 8/1
( place of birth :: sato province
[ gender ] female
( sexuality :: biromantic demi..."
Approved
SO sorry about the wait, I thought I'd already approved her for some reason :)
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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ♡ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬♡ Maid for Mae Mercer ♡
▬ ♡ ❝ A thousand armies couldn't keep me out▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬See I have to burn your kingdom down ❞ ♡ ▬||♥||Fυℓℓ Nαмє||♥|| Marlowe Epiphany Grey
||♥||Nιcкηαмє||♥|| Low
||♥||Dαтє Oƒ Bιятн||♥|| May 6th, 1996
||♥||Agє||♥|| 18
||♥||Cαѕтє||♥|| Six (Formerly a Three)
▬ ♡ ❝ Darling▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬I am the opposite of amnesia ❞ ♡ ▬||♥||Gєη∂єя||♥|| Female
||♥||Oяιєηтαтιση||♥|| Heterosexual
▬ ♡ ❝ She's got it out for me▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬but I wear the biggest smile ❞ ♡ ▬||♥||Aρρєαяαηcє||♥||
▬ ♡ ❝ Any truth is better▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬than indefinite doubt ❞ ♡ ▬||♥||Pєяѕσηαℓιту||♥||
|муєяs-вяιggs ρєяsσηαℓιту туρє| INTP「ｐｅｎｓｉｖｅ ａｎｄ ａｌｏｏｆ」
Marlowe commonly drifts from reality and can block out almost anything. When she gets into her contemplative moods, it can become a challenge to get her attention. Because of this, Low is very detached and withdrawn. Absent-minded, Marlowe also has trouble focusing on certain things, and becomes bored very easily. She often is too much for people, as she bounces from one thing to the next promptly. She does not seek comfort in other people, but rather her own thoughts. With lacking social skills, Marlowe often insults the people she does talk to. She becomes so caught up in logic that she'll lack emotional consideration. Emotional situations are a bore and waste of time in Low's eyes, and she often receives criticism for her lack of sympathy. She feels that explaining her thought process is also waste of time and avoids human contact as much as possible.
「ａｎａｌｙｔｉｃａｌ ａｎｄ ｈｅａｄｓｔｒｏｎｇ」
Marlowe is very rational and analytical. She must analyze everything from top to bottom and sees the world as a large machine: everything has a purpose. Specializing in taking apart a problem to find the solution, Marlowe has the ability to see the whole picture and all its parts. She sees everything as a challenge and puzzle. Unlike most INTPs, Marlowe is very stubborn and must see the facts herself in order to even consider letting in. Insulting her logic and reasoning is about the worse offense possible, as Low would much rather be seen as unsympathetic than illogical. To her, it's better to be right. This is why you do not want to get on her bad side. Marlowe becomes ruthless to the core when someone has wronged her or insulted her intelligence. One of her greatest flaws is her merciless grudge-holding. At times, her logic may fly out the window in her vengeance as it clouds up her mind.
「ｕｎｒｕｌｙ ａｎｄ ｃａｎｄｉｄ」
Similarly to her not being tied to reality, Marlowe also despises being tied to regulations. She is very original and cannot be restrained. Routine is not something Low excels at and is often spontaneous. As she is so open-minded, Marlowe has difficulty following one path and changes her tactics constantly. This contradicts with her headstrong attitude, although being told to do something it the real problem, as it rubs her the wrong way. Marlowe is also brutally honest and doesn't let hurt feelings get in the way of her telling it how it is. Keeping others' secrets is nearly impossible for her, yet keeping her own is another story. When it comes to her opinions of others, she does not hold back. She greatly lacks the logic of hurting others' feelings. Truth is vital, she believes, and lying is foolish.
▬ ♡ ❝ I want to teach you a lesson▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬in the worst kind of way ❞ ♡ ▬||♥||Hιѕтσяу||♥||Marlowe grew up home schooled her whole life and didn't get out much. She was an only child, so she was by herself constantly. As a Three, Low was an inventor, like her father. Her mother was an engineer. Her father taught Marlowe all that she knew about logic. Every night he brought home the previous day's newspaper for the crossword within. It became a tradition for Low's father to search the city's trashes each day on his way back from work. Marlowe never questioned why her father never actually accomplished any inventions; that worked anyway. He went to work before Marlowe rose and came home sometime in the evening, often missing dinner. But the time Marlowe did spend with him was great and Low loved him very much.
Sometime when Marlowe was at the age of 15, the father-daughter tradition was broke. Low completed no crossword. Her father did not search through the trash and did not come home. Turns out he was killed by the government during his 'work.' Marlowe demanded the truth and her mother told her that she and her father were rebels. Low's mother, however, gave up the rebel life when Marlowe was born. Betrayed, Marlowe did exactly what her mother didn't want her to become: a rebel. And, although a Northern Rebel like her parents, she is against the government and not afraid to kill for her father. She's, in a way, an outsider, but her connections with her dad give her leverage. To avenge her father's death, Low became a maid/spy for the rebels. Her mother gave in eventually, and reluctantly became a full-time rebel. Marlowe hasn't seen her mother since she left to become a maid, but has spoken through code and other rebels.
||♥||Fαмιℓу||♥||♡ Oscar Grey↪Father
♡ Eden Grey↪Mother
▬ ♡ ❝ Second chances; they don't ever matter▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬people never change ❞ ♡ ▬||♥||Lιкєѕ||♥||❧ Coffee
❧ Logic
❧ Puzzles
❧ Pie
❧ Books
||♥||Dιѕℓιкєѕ||♥||❧ Illéa government
❧ Her job
❧ Stupidity
❧ Cigarettes
❧ Cats
||♥||Sтяєηgтнѕ||♥||△ Honest
△ Analytical
△ Fearless
||♥||Wєαкηєѕѕєѕ||♥||▽ Grudge-holding
▽ Social skills
▽ Unsympathetic
▬ ♡ ❝ I never lie because I don't fear anyone▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬You only lie when you're afraid ❞ ♡ ▬||♥||Oтнєя||♥|| Immortal - Marina and The Diamonds
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ♡ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Mod
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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ♡ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
♡ Maid for Mae Mercer ♡
▬ ♡ ❝ A thousand armies couldn't keep me out▬▬▬▬▬..."
Just one thing though, as a maid she'd be a six, not a three.
Dyanne wrote: "[spoilers removed]|I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sʟᴇᴇᴘ ɴᴏᴡ, ɴᴏ, ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ I ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ| ▌│█║▌║▌║ McKenna Dallas Fitzroy ║▌║▌║█│▌►McKenna
Of Scottish and Gaelic origin, meaning ascend
►Dallas
Of Gaelic origin, meaning wi..."
Dang you took Jenna i love her!
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Ѕυϻϻεг {"sнσш ϻε λ нεгσ, λπd I'll шгιτε ψσυ λ τгλɢεdψ"}
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[First Name]Cristine[Middle Name] Elena
[Last Name]Quinn
[Nickname] Cris
[Age] 20
[Appearance]
[Personality]
Cris has a dorky personality. She seems stiff on the outside but on the inside she is pretty nice and very funny. Cris is also very tough and is not afraid to shoot a gun.
[History]
Cris was born into the northern rebel band but no body actually knows that. She is kick A tough and can fight like none other. That is her secret. She left the rebels after being caught fighting a guard one time and she became an 8. Only a few select people knows she was a rebel. She loves working in the palace. A couple years ago she found out her whole family died in a fight against the southern rebels. She was crushed but thankful she got out in time.
[Family Members]
Felicity Quinn (Mum dead)
Oliver Quinn (dad dead)
Regie Quinn (adopted bro dead)
Sammy Quinn (bro dead)
(bottom left dad, bottom middle mum, bottom right adopted bro regie, top left Cris, Top right bro sammy)
[Likes]
Working
Singing
Sewing
Fighting
[Dislikes]
Southern Rebels
Eggs
Corsets
[Strengths]
Fighting
Cleaning
Grace under pressure
Kindness
Understanding others
[Weaknesses]
Keeping secrets
She has a hard time thinking about her family and has nightmares about it
Faceclaim Emily Bett Rickards
[Other] None for now
I hope you don't mind that I don't have any fancy letters or boarders that stuff makes my computer super glitch.
guys?
better?
yes its at the bottom but i could change it.
Mod
oh oops k sorry ill go do that. Is she approved?
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