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❝We may encounter many defeats but we must not be defeated.❞

 -Maya Angelou

{Fυʟʟ Nαмε} Leah Oswald
First Name- "Weary" - LEE-uh
Last Name- ''Divine Ruler" - OZ-wald
{Gεпɔεя} Female

{Cαƨтε} 2
{Pяσνıпcε} Kent
{Aғғıʟıαтıσп} Illéa

{Aɢε} 16
↳Date of Birth: April 19
↳Time of Birth: 2:37 AM
↳Birth Stone: Diamond
↳Birth Flower: Daisy
↳Zodiac: Aries

{Rεʟαтıσпƨнıρƨ}
↳Past Relationships: None
↳Relationship Status: She's competing for the prince
↳Crush: The prince
↳Looking Into a Relationship: One with the prince, yes




❝Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars.❞

 -J.R.R. Tolkien

{Aρρεαяαпcε}



↳Hair color: Blonde on top
↳Eye color: Blue-green, depending on the lighting
↳Height: 5 feet 3 inches
↳Weight: 105 pounds
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❝A weed is but an unloved flower.❞

 -Ella Wheeler Wilcox

{Pεяƨσпαʟıтч}
Growing up as a daughter of a famous man had some major impacts on Leah's personality. She learned to spend time alone, as her father was never at home. She grew up being very humble because once people found out about her father, they could never stop talking about it. She's very loyal to her true friends as they were so hard to find. Most of her "friends" only were nice to her so that they could meet her father. The one trait that didn't come about as a result of her father was her natural inclination to work hard. That came from her mother.

{Lıκεƨ}
✓ Books
✓ Her mother and sisters
✓ Rainy days
{Dıƨʟıκεƨ}
✗ Her father
✗ Her fake friends
✗ Magazines

{Sтяεпɢтнƨ}
✓ Smart
✓ Hard-working
✓ Kind
{Wεακпεƨƨεƨ}
✗ Her father is famous
✗ Can't tell when someone is lying
✗ Very quiet


❝...and when all the wars are over, a butterfly will still be beautiful.❞

 - Ruskin Bond, Scenes from a Writer's Life

{Hıƨтσяч}
Harry Oswald, Leah's father, had a whole life story before his daughter got entered in the selection. He was a famous actor, having starred in dozens of award-winning films. He was rich, powerful, and loved by the masses. What else could he need? As it turns out, a wife.

Harry met Janet at a movie release. She was a major donor to the production studio and was there as a guest. Harry and Janet talked for quite a long while after the movie had been shown. They started dating, and got married 4 years later.

Some say that Harry's marriage had only been a publicity stunt. After all, he hadn't gotten a major role in any movies lately. His fans were starting to die down. Whether or not those rumors are true, he didn't truly love Janet. They were simply fond of one another.

Soon into Harry's marriage, Janet started to want children. Harry didn't protest, seeing as the family had such a large staff of maids, butlers, cooks, and nannies. If he really tried, he might not ever have to see the children. His one condition with choosing to have kids was that they had at least 2 boys. When those boys were born, no more children should come after.

Lucky for Janet, it took quite a while to get those 2 boys. The first born was Abigail, a lovely young girl. The next was Beatrice and Bridget, the first set of twins. 1 year later, Madison and Morgan were born. Finally, she had the first boy; Harry Jr. After that came triplet girls: Leah, Ella, and Anna. One more girl was born, Charlotte. At this point, Harry was a bit exasperated. So many girls and only one boy! He could hardly keep track of them. Sick of running into toddlers around the house, he agreed that one boy was enough.

Leah grew up with a huge family. Because her father was so rich and famous though, he was hardly ever around. Her mother was always busy with one of the other children. Leah learned to become solitary. She grew to dislike loud, noisy events. She dreamed of one day becoming a 3. This way, she could sell books and do what she wanted.

When Leah was 19, Ella, Anna, Charlotte, and herself all received letters to participate in the selection. Leah didn't particularly care for the prince, but entered anyways. On the night that the girls were announced, she was in her room, reading a novel. Suddenly, screams erupted downstairs. Leah walked down carefully, expecting the worst. Her mother and sisters looked at her joyfully. "You were picked!" cried out Abigail. That was the beginning of a whole new stage in her life.

{Fαмıʟч}
↳Mother: Janet Oswald
↳Father: Harry Oswald
↳Siblings: Abigail, Beatrice, Bridget, Madison, Morgan, Harry Jr., Ella, Anna, and Charlotte


❝I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying.❞

 -Charles Chaplin

Fιяѕт Nαмє: Azalea
Mι∂∂ℓє Nαмє: Khione
Lαѕт Nαмє: Jackson
Nιcкηαмє: Az, Aza, Azaz, Zalea, Lea, Zel, Zels, Azie, Zee

Cαsтє: 5th
Provιηcє: Atlinn
Affιlιαтιση: family is Southern Rebels, but no one told her
Agє: 16
Dαтє Oƒ Bιятн: August 28th
Pℓαcє Oƒ Bιятн: Miami, Florida
Tιмє Oƒ Bιятн: 8:18pm
Zσ∂ιαc Sιgη: Virgo
Bιятн Sтσηє: Peridot
Bιятн Fℓσωєя: Gladiolus
Gєη∂єя: Female
Sєχυαℓιту: Heterosexual
Cяυѕн: None
Rєℓαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Single


Aρρєαяαηcє:

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Oтнєя Accєѕѕσяιєѕ: (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)] for reading
Fαcє Cℓαιм: Selena Gomez
Fυℓℓ Pнуѕιcαℓ Dєѕcяιρтιση tanned olive skin, 5'5, chest-length long layered curly black-brown hair, usually worn down, in a braid, or in a ponytail. Long eyelashes, defined lips, and storm gray eyes. Slim, athletic build. Always has a shade of blue nail polish on and a trident necklace on at all times. Fingers with a silver owl ring when nervous, scared, or deep in thought.


Pєяѕσηαℓιту: Azalea is an avid reader. She doesn’t like the spotlight. She plays piano for her father, but prefers guitar. She isnt afraid to speak her mind, and believes that woman have power. They just have to use it to their advantage. She has a cute quirk of randomly giving out life sayings when she doesn’t even read those kinds of quotes. She goes out of her way to help those who need it. Poor people, elderly, new mothers, etc. She smiles no matter how hurt she is, and tries to be bright about everything. She is a valiant fighter, and is selfless. She is a goody-two shoes.


Hιѕтσяу: Azalea was born as a little sister three years after her loving brother. Her mother died giving birth to her, leaving her as the only girl in the family. Her brother took care of her when her father went working and loved her dearly. When he was of age he was drafted leaving her devastated. Her brother meant more to her than anyone, even her father. He sent her letters whenever he could, encouraging her and being her best friend. Azalea grew into a singer, though she did it in secret because of her stage fright. However she was a talented piano player and guitarist and helped with income. Her father loved her dearly, for she looked exactly like her mother. He wanted her to have a chance at a better life so he enrolled her in the Selection.

Fαмιℓу:
Fαтнєя: Stephen Jackson
Mσтнєя: Annalise Jackson
Sιвℓιηgѕ: Lucas Jackson


Lιкєѕ:
➳ Coffee
➳ Combat
➳ Reading

Dιѕℓιкєѕ:
➳ Sexism
➳ Being controlled
➳ Going to the infirmary


Sтяєηgтнѕ:
➳ Hacking
➳ close range combat
➳ sword combat

Wєαкηєѕѕєѕ:
➳ Selflessness
➳ Trust
➳ Childhood



The End!

Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ♧ Sʜᴀʜᴅɪᴀ. I ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ⌘ ℭυѕтσмѕ ⌘

❛ You may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated. ❜

( ɴᴀᴍᴇ ) Ariane Elizabeth Sage Bentley
( ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ ) Ariane is fine

( ᴀɢᴇ ) 18
( ᴅᴀᴛᴇ/ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ) June 19, 3:36 PM

( ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ) Female
( sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ) Heterosexual
( ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ) Crush on the prince

( ᴄᴀsᴛᴇ ) 3
↳affiliation: illéa
↳province: sumner

☾□ | ᴀᴅᴇʟᴀɪᴅᴇ ᴋᴀɴᴇ | □☽

( ʜᴀɪʀ ) Dark brown, practically black
( ᴇʏᴇs ) Deep brown
( ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ) 5' 4"

Ariane is kind and loving for the most part but can turn nasty if you get in her way. She is very ambitious. More than anything, Ariane wants to marry the prince and become queen. Despite her ambitions, Ariane is very kind to anybody who doesn't pose a threat. She can be quite cunning at times. Ariane is also clever.

( ʟɪᴋᴇs ) the prince | her triplet sisters | reading | royalty
( ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs ) the other selected girls | laziness | not getting what she wants | people who stand in her way
( sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs ) cunning | patient | dedicated | ambitious
( ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs ) has a temper | not loyal | must have what she wants

Ariane Elizabeth Sage Bentley is the daughter of James and Mary Bentley, the well-known scientists. She was born mid-afternoon on a gorgeous day in June, 5 minutes before her sisters, Olivia and Isabel.

Ariane grew up in a mid-sized home in the province of Sumner. Her parents both made quite a good living as scientists, so Ariane lived a comfortable life. However, she still dreamed of being the queen of Illéa. Her parents accepted it; what girl doesn't dream of being a princess as a child? Of course, Ariane was different from the regular girl. She focused her entire childhood on becoming a queen. Her ambition made this not only a dream, but a mission.

When Ariane was a teenager, she'd learned a lot. She knew that becoming a queen was mostly a matter of luck and then skill. Ariane isn't dumb, and knew that the odds of her getting picked for the Selection were slim to none. Her dream had faded but not disappeared.

When Ariane was 18, she got the opportunity to enter the Selection. She was excited to enter, but knew that there was no way she might actually get picked. Then, one fateful Friday night, she was watching the Report with her parents. Only half paying attention, Ariane wasn't looking at the tv. Suddenly, her mother shrieked. Ariane had been picked! As if someone had switched on a lightbulb, Ariane's mindset became entirely focused. She must win the heart of the prince!

( ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ) ⁓ James Bentley ▹ 7/10
( ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ) ⁓ Mary Bentley ▹ 8/10
( sɪsᴛᴇʀ ) ⁓ Isabel Bentley ▹ 10/10
( sɪsᴛᴇʀ ) ⁓ Olivia Bentley ▹ 10/10

♧ Sʜᴀʜᴅɪᴀ wrote: "Azalea Khione Jackson is ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴠᴇᴅ.
⤥ If you could add a couple of weaknesses to her personality, it'd be nice, but she looks good!"

Ok, will do. Thanks!

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╯╭ The Selected Girl ╮╰

" Mʏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ɪs ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴜᴇ. I'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ Sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ. "

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♟Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Luna Fawn Addison

↠ Luna •|• ˈlo͞onə •|• The Moon •|• Italian
↠ Fawn •|• fôn •|• Young Deer •|• English
↠ Addison •|• ˈadəsən •|• Son of Addy •|• English

♙Sᴏʙʀɪǫᴜᴇᴛ: Lu. ( Most just call her Luna. )

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♟ Age Seventeen ♟Female (♀) ♟ Single ♟Caste 3 ♟ Loyal to Illea ♟

♙Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: July 1

↠ Time of Birth: 7:34 PM
↠ Place of Birth: Whites, Illea ( Province is Whites )
↠ Birth Flower: Larkspur
↠ Birthstone: Ruby

♟Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Single

↠ Past Relationships: None
↠ Open Crush: The Prince of Illea
↠ Looking Into A Relationship: Yes, with the Prince of Illea.

♙ Cᴀsᴛᴇ: 3

↠ Occupation: Writer
↠ The main source of income for the Addison family comes from Mr. Addison being a lawyer and the eldest brother being a well trained dentist.

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↠ Face Claim: Barbara Palvin
↠ Earrings: Golden Daisy Stubs
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It wasn't because she walked around in flashy red shirts or tight colorful ripped shorts on the rushed streets as sun beat down onto her waist long brown hair that people thought she was beautiful. Dark red lipstick, stolen from Mother's make-up in the Master Bathroom at home, gave a vibrant hint to her pink lips. A curved nose welcomed in the moist air as Luna would stand in the middle of the yard and try to collect a tan like all her friends had. It never worked. The pale skin with no protection from the sun fought hard and wrestled the tan every time to a pulp. Pale skin, dark brown hair, pink lips, and her green eyes. The twinkle and glisten made her eyes different from the rest, some would say more beautiful. All Selected girls were beautiful, they had too be in order to be selected. It must have been an easy pick. Unimaginably pleasant to look at and rather curvy she was. Defiantly what they wanted. Being shorter than the prince and the average height in her family pleased Luna. She was five foot five and surely boney. Luna's mother always thought she was too thin and that she was unhealthy. It would explain the huge portions put on her plate every meal. When Luna was selected she cut her hair slightly shorter, because her mother insisted. It is still very long and nearly goes to her waist. Before coming to the palace it had grown back nearly to its full length. Earrings given to her by her sister are always on. Golden daisy stubs are worn unless rare occasions cause it to change.



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Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

There were tales of the past Luna heard. Some including the girls hurting there maids, others were how selected girls were at the palace to steal the crown and the boat load of money that came with it. Luna would never hurt her maids and couldn't imagine the thought of being at a palace sweeping in gowns for money, not something more powerful. It isn't hard to tell what type of person Luna was. Crystal clear water is what her Mother told her she was. Mother also said in a harsh tone before stepping onto the carriage to the palace, Hide your feelings, hide your relationship with the prince, but don't hide from the crown, darling. Her mother didn't understand all she wanted was to talk to the prince or to walk in the garden on a sunny afternoon. If she got the chance to really meet the prince, he'd see that she is an adventurous girl, but not a risk taker. Climbing up a high mountain but not going to the tip where danger appears was once something she did with her family. Not only very adventurous but not risky, she shows many sign of care, gentleness, and friendliness. She doesn't think as the other selected as her competition, she thinks as them as her future bridesmaids and friends. No violence is ever seen in Luna's world, and she isn't aware of what the rebels are. She lived a pleasant life in Whites and was loyal to Illea.

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Lɪᴋᴇs: ♙ Adventures♙The Prince♙Tea ♙Gowns♙Magazines & Books ♙

Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs:♟Risks♟ Violence♟ Dangerous Animals♟Pain ♟Carelessness♟

Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: ♙ Likable ♙ Writing ♙ Sports ♙ Small-Talk ♙ Friendly ♙

Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs: ♟ Fashion♟ Spiders♟Heights♟ Focusing on One Topic♟

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"I ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴜᴘ ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs. Nᴏᴡ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪɴ ᴛʜɪs. "

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Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:

A dark night and dreadful rain. It was warm outside and also rather sticky. It was not too late in the night yet, but the sun seemed to go down ages ago. A small baby was born and the cry silenced the white room where the doctor stood next to the patients bed. It was another girl, kicking and screaming as all the others had. She would be the last child in the family. All her siblings sat outside the room, half asleep until the powerful winces roared throughout the area. The child settled down and the rain seemed to stop slowly after that. The babies two year old sister was being cradled in her father’s arms, and her three year old brother, nearly four, was holding his father’s hand. Then her eldest sister, at age six, was sitting near the doorway, being told to move so the door wouldn’t slam into her face by her father. The chaos wasn’t imaginable. With already so many kids to handle as well as a few pets the mother felt the stress begin.

By the time the baby, Luna, was half a year old she barely cried and found more interest in the baby books her siblings or parents would read to her while she listened, eyes sealed shut, in her crib. Music would play in the background and some believe it was the only way to get her to go to bed. She would commonly pace her closed in area at night, and then Mother would walk in and the little baby would be pretending to sleep. Then when Mother would leave Luna commonly woke again to look at the twinkling stars and daze off. Mother always thought it was weird that a baby slept during the day so much. By the time she was a toddler she went to bed at a proper time, and staying up was no allowed. She grew up as a normal child and found fun in writing. Her sister was training to be a lawyer like her father, her brother was planning to be a dentist, her other sister wanted to be a doctor, and Luna dreamed of being a writer one day. By the age 8 she wrote a short story that impressed her mother and father.

Growing up was easy in Caste Three. Luna didn’t know that some people had no food and fell asleep with no soft quilt and some would call overly protected. Until The Selection she didn’t even know Rebels existed.

“Mail from the Royals,” hollered Liz, Luna’s older sister. Liz and Luna had chances in The Selection. Two vanilla white thick envelopes were in her hands and she gave one to Luna. It was obviously for the Selection. Both girls filled out the form later that day and sent it away for a chance of getting in.

Liz was beautiful and had blond hair like their Mother and green eyes like their Father. Luna and her looked alike, but had different hair color. Liz was tan, while Luna very pale. Days went by, watching the Illea Report, weeks, and weeks until the announcement.

The day it was to be announced everyone found a seat in the Living Room, surrounding the Television. Liz and Luna listened as one girls name was said after the other.

“ Congratulations to Luna Addison from Whites, Caste 3. You’ve been Selected,” the announcer said as the entire family began to cheer. They couldn’t hear the other names. The only person still focused was Liz. She didn’t get in, but Luna did. With a fake smile and cheerful congratulations Liz went to her room. That night Luna didn’t sleep easily. She was too excited.

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Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ:

↠ Father: James David Addison ( Lawyer, Age 49 )
↠ Mother: Sophia Rose Addison ( Stay At Home Mom, Age 47 )
↠ Sister: Elizabeth "Liz" Fay Addison ( Training To Be Doctor, Age 19 )
↠ Sister: Della Hana Addison ( Training To Be Lawyer, Age 23 )
↠ Brother: Aaron Clark Addison ( Dentist, Age 21 )

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"I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ. I'ᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ."

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▁ ▂ || Original Character Made for This Group Only © 2015 Rea Lidde. All rights reserved. || ▂ ▁
▌║║║"There is something terribly wrong about me. Watch me, you can learn so much. Be anything but me."


м є є т c н α я α c т є я

Tнe dreαdғυl в e l l e

Sαвer Felιcιтα Iѕιѕ Peɴdrαɢoɴ
[ S ᴡ ᴏ ʀ ᴅ ] [ H ᴀ ᴘ ᴘ ʏ ] [ T ʜ ʀ ᴏ ɴ ᴇ ] [ H ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ D ʀ ᴀ ɢ ᴏ ɴ ]
[Saber | Ise | Penny Dreadful]
-- [17] -- |December 24th| --
[Model] - [Illea] - [Two] - [Angeles]

Geɴder : Female
Seхυαlιтy : Heterosexual
Crυѕн : None
Relαтιoɴѕнιp Sтαтυѕ : Single

-- α ρ ρ є α я є η c є --

Face Claim : Tatiana Maslany
Height : 5’9”
Eye Colour : Hazel
Hair Colour : Brown

This aristocratic girl has the look on her eyes that are like two windows looking out on an overcast sky. Saber reminds you of a mysterious raven, puts you in mind of a clever stage magician. She has narrow hazel eyes that are like two discs of wood. She has delicate ears and thick eyebrows. Her silky, curly, brown hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a rocky outcropping. She is tall and has a curvy build.

Dreѕѕιɴɢ Sтyle
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Ｔｈｅ ｓｉｎｉｓｔｅｒ ｓｅｒｅｎｉｔｙ﹣﹣standing in the middle of world of thousand personas-wearing liars. Saber is the least person you want to be enemy with. She can twist the words and deeds, turning them into weapons to kill you soft and slowly. Cunning, gray, prejudiced; she will do anything to achieve her goal. She’s an extremist in her own way. She is not afraid to face against anyone who stand in her way; she has a goal and she will get it done in any way possible. She is scary because she is steadfast. You're not likely to change her minds because she believes that she is right all the time; at least for the decisions she makes for herself. Empathy is something Saber lacks of, and excessive emotion is a sign of weakness for her; and weak people do not deserve to be maintained, she won’t have any problem watching them perished. Although she might be an incarnation of the devil, but she always stands in her own way. She will not seek out for problems before someone started; or accidentally pressed the button.

She is not entirely manipulative, except with those who considered beneficial. She’ll take you soar, then casts you back to Earth. She plays with anyone she wants and once she gets bored, Saber will leave you like you’re piece of used junk. She won’t hesitate to admit that she is the darkness, breathes on the middle of meadows. She never tries to hide that, she knows what kind of person she is and she is aware of that. Saber is never satisfied with anything, and always try to get more than she had; and this does not always mean the material thing.

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Saber was born rich. Her predecessors were born rich. She was feed with awful lot of fortunes, all for herself. She was born as a single child, spoiled but loved.
So, what makes Saber Pendragon, the Saber Pendragon? She choosed it. She choosed to be evil, to be prejudiced, always calculating the amount of human being if they’re worthy or not. It wasn’t because of a terrible past or anything, she had a suprisingly normal life. No matter how busy her parents were, or she was, they always had the little time together, and those are the rare time when she acted less devilish.
It was simply because she was too feeded up with easy life. She got what she wanted, but not sure what she needed. Life started to bored her, no excitement, no thrill. So there was Saber, young and raw, looking for fight, craving for trouble, and catching oblivion.
For some people, The Selection might be an escape den, for her it would be an arena. A game with different meaning and she was determined to reach her goal.

-- ƒ α м ι ℓ у --
♣ Father : Arthur Pendragon ( 45 ) ( Alive ) ( Actor )
♧ Mother : Lena Parish-Pendragon ( 42 ) ( Singer )

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Lιĸeѕ & Dιѕlιĸeѕ

※ Games
※ Fashion
※ Being the center of attention
╳ Vanity
╳ Sentiment
╳ Tea

Vιceѕ & Vιrтυeѕ

≧Greed
≧ Lust
≦ Courage
≦ Temperance

Trαιт & Forтe

†Anticipative
† Farsighted
† Practical
‡ Abrupt
‡ Arrogant
‡ Hedonistic

Sтreɴɢтн & Weαĸɴeѕѕ

╧ Sarcasm
╧ Wit
╧ Art
╤ Can’t stay away from trouble
╤ Terrible body clock
╤ Is not very forgiving

Fαvorιтe

Mυѕιc ↔ Indie bands
Booĸ ↔ Anything Science-Fiction
Food ↔ Meatballs
Plαce ↔ Anywhere she can swim

Cαтcнpнrαѕe

"Very uncute, Sweet Pea."

Tнeмe Soɴɢ

Diva - Origa
The Queen of hearts,
A Diamond knight,
A starless sky no moon light,
The world just makes no sense.

Plαylιѕт

♪ Collapse - Saosin
♪ Hero - Jessie J
♪ Push Play - Miriam Bryant
♪ Aquarius - Digital Daggers
♪ Fair - Remy Zero

ι т є η ∂ ѕ н є я є

▌║║║I’m not sorry that you’re so skewed so you think I would listen; I am not a good girl--never claimed to be one.

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❝This is how you get the girl.❞

[Full Name] Krista Taylor Young
{Nicknames} N/A

[Age] 18
{Apparent Age} 18
{Date of Birth} September 1st
{Place of Birth} Waverly Province
{Time of Birth} 8:32 AM

[Caste] Three
{Alliance} Illea
{Province} Waverly

[Zodiac Sign] Virgo
{Birthstone} Sapphire
{Horoscope} (view spoiler)[As a Virgo born on September 1st, you are greatly appreciated for your generosity, discipline and quick mind. Your work ethic and attention to detail has earned you great praise from your employers and teachers, but your friends would say your generous nature is your best quality. In times when others are in need, you rarely hesitate to help in whatever way possible. Although you may not realize it, you often put the needs of your friends and family above your own! (hide spoiler)]

[Gender] Female
{Relationship Status} Single



[Species] Human
{Powers or Abilities} N/A
{Supernatural Enemies} N/A



[Written Appearance] Krista complexion is very pale. She has straight red hair that flows to her elbows - she cuts it regularly. Often her hair is worn down or in a fishtail braid for casual occasions. Her eyebrows are thin crests and her eyes are a bright, lively brown. Her beauty is a very natural type, not forced upon with lots of makeup. A strange, dark birthmark exists on her right upper forearm, in the shape of a foot. It's about an inch wide. However, her waist is not as thin as it appears to be, she often wears a corset. Her legs aren't stumpy, but not terribly long, either. Krista likes to keep her nails manicured at all times. Her shoe size is eights. Krista likes to wear light makeup colors that match her pale complexion - rosy pinks and dusky reds for lipstick. As for jewelry, her love to wear bracelets and pendants in clear. She wears earrings less, as they irritate her ears.
[Picture Appearance]
[Dressing Style]
Casual (view spoiler)[



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Formal (view spoiler)[



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{Nationality} American [Illea]
{Hair Color} Red
{Eye Color} Brown
{Blood Type} B+
{Height} 5 feet 5 inches
{Weight} 110 lbs.



❝The most beautiful things are also the most useless. -John Ruskin❞

[Personality]
On the positive side, Krista is very good, bubbly friend who always has something to talk about - and she knows how to keep a secret. Nothing matters more to her than friends, and she won't let her desire to marry the Prince get in her way of making ties with others. Sometimes her friendliness is mistaken for being nosy, but it rarely is. In addition, Krista's sense of organization is amazing. She has a place for everything and everything in its place. Folders and binders are used for almost any paper or document, and doesn't allow clothes to be draped around her bedroom for long. She is the type you would label neat freak- her maids will probably have free time, since Krista dislikes other people organizing her things. Sometimes her intensity can actually be a little intimidating, but it's a quirk that people learn to love about her. Another one of her more lovable traits is that she is very curious as well. At a younger age, she loved going in the kitchen/bathroom and playing 'scientist.' She does well in science and history in school, not so much in mathematics and English. Her IQ is 135, Above Average.
On the other hand, Krista has a tendency to judge people harshly, biased a bit on herself. She will become closer to a tidy person than a messier one. She knows it is wrong and tries not to do it, but it's basically her universal fatal flaw. It's not that she believes in everybody being the same- far from it, as she encourages individuality, but she doesn't like people who display the same flaws as herself or flaws she just dislikes, like pessimistic and selfish. To add on, as much as Krista likes talking, she also badgers people frequently......about things she wants, about their opinions, about ethical questions. She usually thinks she's just trying to be friendly and relatable to other people, and rarely realizes what she's doing. Unfortunately, nobody has told her about this flaw yet, and it is the one that gets on others nerves the most. Lastly, Krista is always seeking attention in the spotlight- she loves being the star of the show.

{Habits}
♧ Humming
♧ Tapping her nails against the nearest hard surface when impatient.

{Likes}
❤ Sweets
❤ Friends
❤ Animals

{Dislikes}
✘ Vegetables
✘ Being bossed around
✘ Pessimists

{Strengths}
▲ Agile
▲ Smart
▲ Mentally Flexible

{Weaknesses}
▼ Not very strong
▼ Procrastinating
▼ Extravagant



[Statuses]
[Power] ★✩
[Compassion] ★✩
[Empathy] ★✩
[Creativity] ★✩
[Mental Flexibility] ★★
[Passion/Motivation] ★★
[Education] ★★
[Stamina] ★✩
[Speed] ✩✩
[Physical Strength] ✩✩
[Battle Skill] ★✩
[Initiative] ★✩
[Restrain] ✩✩
[Agility] ★★
[Strategy] ★★
[Dexterity] ★✩
[Durability] ★✩
[Endurance] ✩✩
[Reflexes] ★✩
[Balance] ★★
[Arcane Intelligence] ★✩
[Musical-Rhythmic Intelligence] ★★
[Visual-Spatial Intelligence] ★✩
[Verbal-Linguistic Intelligence] ★✩
[Logical-Mathematical Intelligence] ★★
[Bodily-Kinesthetic Intelligence] ✩✩
[Interpersonal Intelligence] ★★
[Intrapersonal Intelligence] ★✩
[Existential Intelligence] ★✩
[Natural Intelligence] ★✩



❝I want to go to the ball and meet a handsome prince, too!❞

[History] Krista was born into a well do to family. Her mother was a teacher and her father was a philosopher. As a young girl growing up in Waverly province, Krista was one of the likable, popular girls with natural elegance. By the time she was thirteen, Krista had become a fine dancer and had kissed two boys. Her parents discouraged this, because the only professional dancers were twos, the caste that was difficult to get into. They tried to get her into therapy, writing, psychology, and philosophy, but Krista disliked all of it. Her sister Jonquil was the only one who saw things her way. When the selection process began, Krista decided it was her only shot at becoming something else. Ever if she did not win the heart of the prince, she would be swept up by some young man in Waverly - maybe even a two. When Krista was chosen, she was thrilled to the bone. She would start a new beginning, no matter what happened.

[Mother] Anastasia Young
[Father] Jason Young
{Siblings}
~ Jonquil Young [F, 21]
~ Bridgette Young [F, 14]
~ Zane Young [M, 12]

[Friends] Open for Collaboration

[Enemies] Open for Collaboration

[Pets] N/A



[Home] Currently the palace
{Occupation} Selected

[Other] N/A


❝If the prince asked me to marry him? I would say yes.❞

During those times, things were alright for the small family. Maeve, though she wasn't very
old took to helping out with the bakery, running errands whenever it was needed. In fact,
she continued to do this when her brother was born, and right up until tragedy struck. The
death of her mother was unexpected, brought by the birth of Maeve's sister, Katie. It's effect
spread through the family like wildfire, bringing sorrow upon the father and leaving Maeve
as the only motherly figure of the house. Even now, the family is still effected. And now with
Maeve being selected and Sergei being in such a poor state? She's sure it can only get worse.
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--------------- oh well, who am i to you? -------------------------------------------------------------

pennivylle aiya lin
[ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴏғ sᴏᴛᴀ ××× ‟ female · seventeen · grayromantic asexual · pen

█║▸ sᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ :: due to her parents both being lawyers, Pen finds herself comfortably seated in the third caste. While she aims for one, she has no need to be concerned with rebellion. She aims to be queen; she'll crush those who oppose her when that time comes.
█║▸ bɪᴏʟᴏɢʏ :: of the Sota province, Pen was born on January Third, on a surprisingly frigid night. Her parents swear this means prosperity, as well as her wailing, but that could just be a sign of her wanting of attention from the jump.
█║▸ rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ :: Pen has toyed around with relationships purely out of curiosity, but she is of no real need to be in one. They're too much work, in her opinion. They are, however, useful in getting her what she wants.
█║▸ wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs :: Just her words and her looks.


‟ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ unstoppable

‟ fan bingbing · raven black · coal brown · 5'6" · 140 lbs

♛║ Pen has always been one to draw attention based solely on her looks. She's sensuality and grace without even trying, from her raven black locks down to the designer shoes on her feet. A person like her--pfft, there are no people like her--is one that wears their ambition like a sweater on a chilly day. From the flickering gaze of her brown eyes to the tip up of her lips, there's just something about her. One never knows when it's an invitation or a warning, like the flicking of a snake's tongue. Her appearance is a treacherous thing to try and decipher, unless you know Pen well.

One thing that is most known of her is her favorite shade of lipstick: red. Sometimes bloody, sometimes sweet and light, it's always red. She has a shade to match every occasion, every dress. She dresses her lips in red because she thinks of it as a sort of conquering, lathering her lips in the blood of her enemies--so to speak. When she's queen, lord knows what that red will stand for.


[ ɪ ᴅ ɪ ᴏ s ʏ ɴ ᴀ ᴄ ʀ ᴀ s ɪ ᴇ s ] ××× ‟ sensual · manipulative · ambitious · cunning

♟║ Pen is the definition of sensual. She's got the voice, the looks--it's a part of her. She's the kind of person that'd be dangerous to be alone with, but not in the physical sense. Mentally, is where the danger lies. Your imagination runs wild in her presence, and she won't ever let anyone get away with that. She'll take that and run, make it her leverage. She could get away with murder, all with just a whisper in an ear. That's the kind of dangerous she is, the kind that hardest to avoid once you're exposed to it. She'll play you like a fiddle, and feel nothing. She's not one to feel remorse for her actions, not when it gets her where she needs to be. If pulling people's strings was an art form, she'd be a master of it. She knows what to say, what information to use, what to do to get her way. It might have something to do with her having been exposed to her parents' work, and seeing them in action. They thought she'd follow in their footsteps, even, but she's aiming higher than a courtroom.

Since she was little and she'd been learning about the Selection, Pen has always wanted to be queen. She saw it as her way into the palace, the way to rule the whole fucking world. Chess was her favorite game, the game where she could move a piece and take someone out without doing much thinking. Even now, she loves watching her pawns, bishops, and knights knock down kings and queens. It's the kind of action that get you'll into high places, the places she wants to be in. Her parents have encouraged her ambition obliviously, not really noticing the obsessive striving towards royalty. Pen figured if she wasn't going to be born into royalty, she might as well marry into power. Because power is attractive; looks good when you're signing off a check and buying out a whole store. That's power. And to get that power, Pen realized that she had to be smart about it. She couldn't spread her legs for any guy to get where she needed to be. She learned how to move her pieces for total destruction, so opposition would be near impossible. And she learned it all with a smile on her face. Being cunning comes like breathing; she doesn't even notice it anymore. Hell, she tricked her parents into thinking they had a daughter who was just like them. They were right about the ambitious part, though. Everything else--well, see how that turned out.

[ lɪᴋᴇs :: power · chess · expensive things · being in charge · classic music · art
[ dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs :: lower castes · sales · cheap products · discounts · pop music · tasteless people
[ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs :: manipulation · intelligence · appearance
[ wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs :: apathy · inability to properly connect with others · disregard of others


‟ ɪ'ᴍᴍᴀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇɢ ғᴏʀ it
[ ᴍ ᴇ ᴍ ᴏ ɪ ʀ s ] ××× ‟ ɪ'ᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ anthem

▷ From the moment Pennivylle Aiya Lin was born, she was smothered in luxury. Her parents wanted only the best for her, having climbed up the caste system to get where they are. They fought tooth and nail to be in the third caste, but that wasn't goo enough for their daughter. They had expectations of perfection that surpassed like it was nothing, surprising even them. She took the spotlight for everything--grades, looks, sports, theatrics. There was no gaze she couldn't grab. She was pretty much what everyone wanted to be, wanted their children ot be like.

Imagine being her parents, able to show her off like they did. They were barely there for her when she was a small child, leaving her to underpaid nannies that didn't really need to do much. The only good they really did in her development was expose her to so much of what money could get. They were selfish, just as she is, but the kind of selfish that needed to show off. Pen found possessions to be synonymous with the amount of wealth a person had. Going over to the houses of her classmates--not friends, because that was far too much work and annoying--was like comparing herself to others. If she didn't have something someone else did, she made sure she had soon after.

▷ Being splendid and perfect is a lifelong investment, and to the easiest way in Pen's mind was to be royal. She'd daydream like all the other girls about living in the palace, in the capital. Being someone they pampered constantly, even though she was practically getting that then. No, she wanted to wear a crown. She wanted to stay perfect forever, be the greatest. Think of how happy she was to did that she had been selected.

One step closer.

[ ʀ ᴇ ʟ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ s ʜ ɪ ᴘ s ××× ‟ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ovation
▸ mother :: jenai lin
▸ father :: aaron lin

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▸ template created by Fiend
▸ playlist -- × × ×

so how does this work?

okk...so whenever? or de we have to wait until all thirty five girls have been created?

ok. thats the only part i was confuzzled about

((Aaaa you took Dakota >. < Now I gotta remake my template from zero))

((Nah, it's okay. My template it's kinda crappy and I was too lazy to fix it. You actually give me reason to fix that. xD))

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

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

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

Nickname: Aria, Etta




Age: 18
Caste: Five
Province: Baffin
Occupation: Dancer
Affiliation: Illea


Appearance: (photo and/or description)




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


Personality:
Arietta had always been taught to keep her feeling to herself.So this is exactly what she does. She bottles up all her emotions and bites back her smart remarks.
Her mother has been very emotionally abusive to her entire life, pressuring her to be a good a dancer as she once was. Because of this, she is always very precise and meticulous in her work, especially when it comes to dancing.
But Arietta has her fiery side as well. While she rarely speaks her comments, she often writes them down in a journal, and good Lord, is she witty. If she is ever seen with a wry little smile on her lips, it means she is thinking of something clever.

History:


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


The Fall:


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

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

Selected:
Arietta did not fill out her own Selection form. She never had the drive or the will to be a part of the Selection, all she wished for was to keep perusing her love of dance. So when an envelope came in the mail saying she had been selected, you could say she was surprised.
And that would be an understatement.
While her mother denied having anything to do with the process, Arietta's suspicions immediately lied in her. Her mother told her that, perhaps, the royal family had seen her dance, perhaps they had selected her of their own accord, due to her beauty and grace. At this, Arietta simply rolled her eyes. But, the idea of perhaps being able to dance for the royals while she was going through this process...that excited her.


Family:

Father:
Edward Laurence d'Audrieu
Age: 47(deceased).
Appearance:


Mother:
AnnaLisa Ebony d'Audrieu
Age: 40
Appearance:



Likes:
+Rain Storms
+Dancing
+Kittens
+Writing down her thoughts

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


Other:

Thank you!

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❝This is real - I can touch it and I can feel it and my heart knows it.❞

[Full Name] Winter Marie Wells
{Nicknames} Snowflake or Snow by friends and family

[Age] 17
{Apparent Age} 17
{Date of Birth} October 30th
{Place of Birth} Seattle, Washington
{Time of Birth} 4:29 AM

[Zodiac Sign] Scorpio
{Birthstone} Rose
{Spirit Animal} Swan

[Gender] Female
{Sexuality} Straight

[Relationship Status] Open

[Caste] Five
[Affiliation] Northern Rebels
{Province} Zuni
[Occupation} Artist


[Written Appearance] Winter is a dark-haired girl with naturally straight hair. Her eyes are brown, and her skin is light. Her shoe size is size nine, a little large. She has many blemishes on her cheeks, but is still attractive. She doesn't dress wildly and is usually pretty simply dressed, in leggings and blouses with flats or boots with little or no jewelry. However, it's trendy in her own way. However, she does like very low cut things on occasion.
[Picture Appearance]

[Dressing Style]
Casual
As a Five
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In the palace


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Formal
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As a five, ball gowns were never worn. However, at the palace, this is the type of clothing she will wear.



Back in Zuni, this was her formal wear -


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{Nationality} Australian
{Hair Color} Black
{Eye Color} Brown
{Skin Tone} Pale
{Blood Type} AB+
{Height} 5 feet 5 inches
{Weight} 116 pounds
{Markings} Pierced ears.




[Personality]
Winter is a simple girl whom many people don't understand. As a child, she could've probably been the most popular girl in school, but she's always been harder to reach out to. When she does find friends, she holds them close. She doesn't want to be a social butterfly and doesn't go looking for people, but she's not anti-social and wishes people would look for her. Being painted as a lonely soul is not her wish. She sees herself as unique and a bit depressed, and a true friend will change her if they can see past the dark makeup and sad smiles into her heart. Winter is also very passionate about what she loves and isn't afraid what other people think about her anymore, and is quick to stand up for what she believes in. Her belief is that everyone should be able to be educated and have a real chance at life. She's very spiritual and into yoga, meditation, soul mates, and fate. Music is one of her favorite things. Despite popular belief, she isn't a bookworm - Winter dislikes English and literature greatly. She is very gifted in music, playing Clarinet, piano, and singing. Unfortunately, she is also very stubborn and gruff at times, feeling that she cannot tell anyone except for maybe her best friend almost anything about her personal life. Lastly, she can be overly harsh often. She wants to be in the selection not as much for the Prince as for the Crown - she wants the power to change things.

{Habits}
♧ Chewing peppermint gum whenever she's nervous.
♧ Humming loudly without intending to.


{Likes}
❤ Music
❤ Yoga
❤ Dance
❤ Mints
❤ Birds

{Dislikes}
✘ Schoolwork
✘ Messes
✘ Being Oppressed
✘ Chinese Food
✘ Unrealistic Notions

{Strengths}
▲ Very Spiritual
▲ Not Afraid to be honest and speak up
▲ Loyal

{Weaknesses}
▼ Depressed
▼ Can be overly dramatic
▼ Can hold to much faith in one person



[Statuses]
{Power} ★✩
{Compassion} ★★
{Empathy} ★★
{Creativity} ★★
{Mental Flexibility} ★★
{Passion/Motivation} ★★
{Education} ★✩
{Stamina} ★✩
{Speed) ★✩
{Physical Strength} ✩✩
{Battle Skill} ✩✩
{Initiative} ★✩
{Restrain} ★✩
{Agility} ★★
{Strategy} ★✩
{Dexterity}★✩
{Durability| ★✩
|Endurance| ★✩
|Reflexes| ★✩
|Balance| ★★
|Arcane Intelligence| ★✩
|Musical-Rhythmic Intelligence| ★★
|Visual-Spatial Intelligence| ★✩
|Verbal-Linguistic Intelligence| ✩✩
|Logical-Mathematical Intelligence| ★★
|Bodily-Kinesthetic Intelligence| ★✩
|Interpersonal Intelligence| ★✩
|Intrapersonal Intelligence| ★✩
|Existential Intelligence| ★✩
|Natural Intelligence| ★★




❝That's not who I am.❞

[History] As a young child, Winter was happy. She loved beautiful things and fun activities like any other first grade girl. When she was in third grade, one of her family's biggest patrons died, depriving them of seasonal money her family depended on. Although her mother didn't like the idea, Winter was pulled out of public school and homeschooled, giving her more time to be working on her paintings - she was the only one in her family who showed talent for it. [Her sister and father were singers, (her sister played piano) her brother played piano, trumpet and violin, and her mother danced.] The family scraped by for a few years, but about the time Winter was ten she began being bullied, although she wasn't ever sure why. She became very Zen and a bit of a Buddhist, believing in Nirvana and spiritual enlightenment. From there, she became very spiritually strong and wise. At about age fifteen, Winter discovered the rebels accidently when she chased a neighbor's dog who she had promised to catch. The dog ran straight into an old, empty hotel where half a dozen Northern Rebels were meeting. After getting over her initial reaction (Trying to scream and run) she heard them out and eventually joined them later than month.

When the selection came up, Winter's mom was afraid Winter would refuse - so she was pleasantly surprised when Winter agreed without fight. When she was selected, she was shocked - this was her chance to change her world.

[Mother] Summer Wells [Love: 10/10]
[Father] Darius Wells [Love: 9/10]
{Siblings}
~ Autumn Rowell [26, Female] [Love: 9/10]
~ August Wells [23, Male] [Love: 10/10]

[Friends]
~ Open for Collabs

[Enemies]
~ Open for Collabs

[Pets]
~ Her family's cat, Arpeggio




[Home] Zuni Province

[Other] N/A


❝The world is black and white - but some things are meant to be screaming color.❞

aarona yasmin tasper
[ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴏғ ᴘᴀɴᴀᴍᴀ ××× ‟ female · nineteen · biromantic demisexual · ron

█║▸ sᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ :: As the daughter of two chefs, Ron finds herself in the fourth caste. She has no real intentions of leaving said caste, but her selection might prove that to be a difficult task.
█║▸ bɪᴏʟᴏɢʏ :: Born September Eleventh in Panama, Ron is one of a somewhat diverse culture. Her birth was quite the story, considering females were few in her family.
█║▸ rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ :: She was engaged, but has since called off said engagement since her fiance went missing. There was also the little issue with her being selected.
█║▸ wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs :: She does has some serious skills with knives that could easily be translated to self-defense/offense if she wanted such a thing to be done.


‟ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ɢᴇᴛ easier

‟ candice patton · dark brown · mud brown · 6'2" · 161 lbs

✣║ Ron is quite the pretty girl, if not rather tall for her age. She's quite proud of it, her height. People are less likely to give her shit, even less so when they see her skills in the kitchen. Her confidence shows on her face, as well as the self-respect she has. Her calloused hands reflect the work she's done, and several cuts as well. Hmm, let's not discuss those. Ron instead would like to point out that her smile is quite eye-catching, as well as, you know her legs.

Some people think that the mere fact that she's so tall would diminish how beautiful she is, but looking up at her doesn't make that any different. It's actually quite refreshing, having to look up for a change.



[ ɪ ᴅ ɪ ᴏ s ʏ ɴ ᴀ ᴄ ʀ ᴀ s ɪ ᴇ s ] ××× ‟ diligent · confident · amiable · reliable

♞║ Ron is an incredibly diligent person, always working on what she needs to get done. This has gotten her relatively far in the family business, though she's nowhere near head chef in her opinion. She's used to having to work for things she wants done, because her parents were usually working in the kitchen. Her dedication to a task is just her wanting to see the result, see it through. It's rewarding to watch the reaction to something you work hard on, and it usually shows in her presentation. She's confident, super confident. Not the overbearing confidence that most people suspect she has when they first see her, but the kind of confidence that can be infectious. She knows that while she may not be perfect, she's doing the best she can, and that's what makes everything okay. It's what gives her the confidence to step out of her comfort zone. She's quite positive it might get her killed one day, but hey, she can still live life in the mean time.

Being friendly is sort of a trait passed down through the family, though she feels that it may have skipped her brother. She can strike up a conversation with just about anyone, and get them to loosen up. She doesn't have a forced way do doing it either, like those awkward ice breakers a lot of people tend to do. It just happens quite naturally, and both parties end up satisfied with the outcome. At that, she's also a very reliable person. She's used to having to run around for other people, to keep up her end of her job. It translates quite nicely into her relationships with other people, even if they might not be as reliable. You're supposed to do things for others, y'know?

[ lɪᴋᴇs :: cooking · dancing · music · family · sweets
[ dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs :: the selection · carrots · rowdy customers
[ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs :: dexterity · reflexes · accountability
[ wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs :: people pleaser · sense of duty


‟ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ do
[ ᴍ ᴇ ᴍ ᴏ ɪ ʀ s ] ××× ‟ ɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ᴍ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ outside

▷ The start of Ron's life was pretty normal. Her parents kept her in the kitchen quite constantly; it was her home. They worked hard in front of their daughter, and later her son. Ron became used to the flash of metal as knives danced in her parents' hands, and pans clattered. It was her own private musical, that she would later take part in. Her upbringing, aside from the knife stuff, was normal. She fit in quite well, had friends, a life.

She even had a boyfriend, who would later be her fiance. However, only a few weeks before she was selected, he went missing. There was no sign of him, like he had never existed. It was like the person she had known might have been a figment of collective imaginations, but she questioned it so fiercely it ate at her. It's a part of her that she won't ever look back on fondly now.

Her brother, Isal, was quit upset with the news of her selection. Her reasoning for it was that she would be able to move on, and to provide for her family. They would gain major publicity with her selection, which is what happened. They'd be able to pay the raising taxes, and keep the restaurant. Hell, if she impressed the prince enough, they could cook in the capital. She knew that had always been their dream, though her parents never said it. So, she womaned up and get herself selected for her family.

[ ʀ ᴇ ʟ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ s ʜ ɪ ᴘ s ××× ‟ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ ʜɪɢʜ enough
▸ mother :: alizabeth tasper
▸ father :: jameer tasper
▸ brother :: isal tasper
▸ fiance :: cherif mikkel

credits ::
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▸ playlist -- ×××

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|Tʜɪs ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ɪᴛ?|

▌│█║▌║▌║ Cyra Haiden Wolfe ║▌║▌║█│▌

►Cyra
Of Greek origin, meaning sun, throne, or lord
►Haiden
Variant of the English Hayden, meaning from the hedged in a valley
►Wolfe
Of Old German origin, meaning wolf
(view spoiler)[Formerly known as Adrian Lucie Stevenson (hide spoiler)]
║▌17 | December 27th | Female | Heteroromantic Demisexual║▌



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║▌Blonde Hair | Blue Eyes | 5'10" | 119 lbs | Lithe ║▌

Cyra is a beauty. Fine hair, which falls in waves-- waves of silk, sunlight captured in strands. Eyes an electrifying blue, blue that pierces, blue that is cold, blue that is warm, blue which darkens and lightens depending on the day, the emotion, but is somehow the same. Never soft, always piercing. A complexion that has never been marred by any blemish, a clean slate, pure, and white. She reminds one of a goddess, with her graceful form, her eyes which seem to penetrate walls, lips always laughing, feet always dancing.

║▌ Two | Actress/Model | Carolina | Neutral; formerly Southern Rebel ║▌

|Iғ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴜɴ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴏᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ, ᴡʜʏ?|

► P ᴇ ʀ s ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ʏ

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INTPs pride themselves on their inventiveness and creativity, their unique perspective and vigorous intellect. They love patterns, and spotting discrepancies between statements could almost be described as a hobby, making it a bad idea to lie to an INTP. This makes it ironic that INTPs' word should always be taken with a grain of salt - it's not that they are dishonest, but people with the INTP personality type tend to share thoughts that are not fully developed, using others as a sounding board for ideas in a debate against themselves rather than as actual conversation partners. This may make them appear unreliable, but in reality no one is more enthusiastic and capable of spotting a problem, drilling through the endless factors and details that encompass the issue and developing a unique and viable solution than INTPs. People who share the INTP personality type aren't interested in practical, day-to-day activities and maintenance, but when they find an environment where their creative genius and potential can be expressed, there is no limit to the time and energy INTPs will expend in developing an insightful and unbiased solution.
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She is nonchalance. The carefree grace she inhibits in the talk shows, while accepting awards, while letting the artificial wind blow her air just so as she poses? It is more than just an act. It seeps into her life, a light, carefree attitude which is easy to laugh, to smile. It is not the carefree attitude of a child, a child too innocent, a child warm and sunny, but rather of the wind, cool, calm, the light breeze that plays with your hair and chases you down the street-- a breeze one easily befriends, not realizing that there is so much power, that the tables can turn much too quickly.

It is a calculated nonchalance, nonchlance which never crosses indifference, nonchalance which is found by the girl who sits and observes, who realizes that people, like the winds, are fickle, and so one has to tread lightly, to shake leaves off the branches without taking the branches down themselves, leave an impact, but subtly, gently. As calculating as she is, she knows nothing is certain. She questions everything, including herself, delving so far into mystery that to most, she is one herself. A great enigma, for most sense that there is something more to this girl than the laughs, the lightfooted ways, her eyes which contradict by piercing through the veil, but never allowing yours to pierce through hers.

Pain has not hardened her, but it is what fuels her. Betrayal has closed her off, but she is no cynic. Merely a questioner. If you put a gun to her head and asked her what she stood for, she would shrug and tell you nothing, except maybe life itself. Give her a gun and tell her to shoot, and she will ask why. Ask her where her heart is, and she'll give her smile, the same smile she always gives, and tell you that's it's gone missing in action. Not dead. Just missing.

She does not give into the lies of man. She has forged one too many lies, and so she see the lies of others. She will find ways to get the truth, the facts, but facts are conditional, and almost nothing is concrete, so she is apt to throw them aside as well. She does not believe what she sees, she does not believe the words that come out of others' mouths, she does not believe her own mouth, and so you ask, what does she believe in?
Cyra believes in something she hasn't found yet. But she lives in the assurance that it, whatever it is, exists. And that is enough.


║▌ ▲Intelligence | ▲Nonchalance & Grace | ▲Observance ║▌

║▌ ▼Withdrawn/Cold | ▼Mistrusting | ▼Loathe Guidelines ║▌


|Pᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ sᴇᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪsʜ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ. Aɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴄᴀsᴇs, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴇᴇ.|

► H ɪ s ᴛ ᴏ ʀ ʏ

They were lawyers, and they believed theirs were the only hands bringing justice. It was a mask, a trick card, a card which let rules slide, a card people didn't see, until one day, the cards rained down onto the floor from their sleeves too fast and they had to escape. Escape back south. They returned with a third piece of baggage. Adrian Lucie Stevenson was her name, but they decided that in the end, names were mere words and resorted to calling her girl, refusing to see the human in the plump, pink, twenty inch babe. They taught the girl how to grow up too fast, they trained her ruthlessly, they told her that the bruises and the scratches would heal, that this was their way of showing their love. If they were cruel, than the world was worse than hell itself, and if she could not withstand their pain, she would not be able to live.

She did not believe them, but she played their game because oddly, she liked the feeling of rippling muscles under splotches of blue and black, because as time went on, the tables turned and it wasn't her ass slamming onto the ground every time. The training was brutal because the motto was brutal: kill or be killed. There was no middle ground. If you wanted to live, you had to fight for it.

At twelve, they decided they were ready and moved back-- they were Twos once more under the pretense that her parents were music video producers and the girl assumed another name, a name she created for herself and all of a sudden, Cyra Wolfe, the little beauty with the sharp blue eyes, was an up and coming model. It was a different sort of battlefield, one that depended not on physical strength, but on wits, on knowing when to keep your mouth open and when to keep it shut, on guarding secrets and spinning a false identity for the public to latch onto. Let them become parasites, for the life force they were sucking off of did not exist. She was homeschooled, schooled in the arts of lying, stealing, fighting, and killing but in her own time she devoured book after book and found that there was a new sort of power, a new sort of freedom, in the knowledge she gained. She looked and realized how many lies she had been told, how many times she had been betrayed. In the end, she let go, let the stones sink to the bottom, but she never forgot.

At fourteen, she started acting, another layer upon the layers. It was easy, so easy to act-- after all, wasn't that what she had been doing ever since she emerged from her mother's womb? Acting, pretending, lying, it was all the same to her now. The training became rougher as the stakes became higher; The Stevensons cloaked themselves in their newfound name-- they were wolves, they had hidden in plain sight, they took their fame and flaunted it because no one would suspect, no one would know. They were waiting for orders from the regent, another who was playing the inevitably deadly game, donning so many masks, and they told Cyra to look up and revel at this web they had so intricately spun, to pay homage to the beloved regent who was like them, pushed her to act, pushed her to fame, pushed her to more bruises, to more scrapes, pushed her to lie, lie, and lie yet again.

At fifteen, they were invited to the palace. The strings were pulled by the man who hid himself in light. The Wolfes had gained so much attention in the last three years, the parents with their critcally acclaimed, controversial, grusome TV show, and the not-so-little Cyra with her acting skills, her beautiful face, her trademark piercing blue eyes. It was rumored that the delicate looking beauty did all her own stunts, it was rumored that the grittines in the shows that the Wolfes produced were drawn from the lost past, and then it was rumored that they had been invited to the palace. All three rumors were true, but the public was only certain of the last one.

The night before, they reminded her of what she stood for-- they told her that she was the destined one, fated to kill the prince, to bring glory and vengeance and for a moment, she believed it. The next day, she met the regent, and more importantly, met him, and everything shattered. She looked into his eyes and her insides clenched and twisted and she was overcome with emotions she thought she was incapable of feeling. She looked at her hands and for a moment she had a vision of his blood on her hands and knew that if she were to believe what they told her, killing him would also kill her. She did not know why, she did not understand, she only knew that in a second, her facade had been shredded and it was because of him and his knowing brown eyes.

That night, she examined her life, and clung to the odd sorts of loyalties she had forged. She knew too much, but she would let it stay in the night, stay in the dark. In her own twisted way, she loved them, and could not see black turn to red because of her damning lips.

But she was done living in the night, and so for once, Cyra Haiden Wolfe cast aside the lies of the coward and armed herself with courage by one simple act.
She ran.

►F ᴀ ᴍ ɪ ʟ ʏ
║▌Callum Ryker Wolfe|Father|Alive (view spoiler)[Formerly Hunter Jacob Stevenson (hide spoiler)]
║▌Lucia Rosalind Wolfe|Mother|Alive (view spoiler)[Formerly Emma Ryland Stevenson nee McKendrick (hide spoiler)]

|Yᴏᴜ ʀᴀɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ.|

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❝ Summer evening breezes blew ❞

ᴀsᴛʀɪᴅ ᴀᴜʙʀɪᴇʟʟᴇ ʜᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴀʏ ▹ ᴀɢᴇ 17 ▹ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ɢɪʀʟ ▹ ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 29ᴛʜ
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ʜᴇᴛᴇʀᴏsᴇxᴜᴀʟ ▹ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ▹ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴠɪʀɢɪɴ (ᴅᴜʜ) ▹ ᴛᴡᴏ ▹ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴅᴏᴍɪɴɪᴄᴀ

sᴛᴀɴᴅs ᴀᴛ 5'8 ▹ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴘᴀʟᴇ sᴋɪɴ ᴛᴏɴᴇ ▹ ʙᴜʀɴs ɪɴ sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ▹ ɴᴏ ғᴀᴄɪᴀʟ ʜᴀɪʀ
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ʙʀᴏᴡɴ ᴇʏᴇs ▹ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ʙʟᴏɴᴅᴇ ʜᴀɪʀ ▹ ғᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ɴ ᴄᴀsᴜᴀʟ ᴀᴛᴛɪʀᴇ ▹ ᴄᴜʀᴠʏ sʜᴀᴘᴇ ▹ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀs ᴀ ғᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ

ᴄʟᴇᴠᴇʀ ▹ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇʀ ▹ ʙʟᴜɴᴛ ▹ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ▹ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ▹ ᴀᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏᴜs ▹ sʟʏ
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ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟᴇᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ▹ ᴇɴᴄʜᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ▹ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ sᴍᴀʀᴛ ▹ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʜᴏɴᴇsᴛ ▹ ɪɴǫᴜɪsɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ▹ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

▌▍▎✖ The Public Side

There is no difference between the way Astrid acts at home and the way she acts towards the cameras. Her father being a very successful Politician and her mother a famous model who had won an unbelievable amount of beauty pageants. She comes across as blunt, competitive and charming, and those are also her top three traits. See, Astrid is not mean. She is not nice. She is ambitious, and will treat you how she sees you as deserving to be treated. She isn't castist, but she doesn't necessarily appreciate the company of the lower castes either. And in all honesty, she prefers the company of boys to that of girls. Astrid enjoys leading, leading a team, leading one person on a hike, as long as she's in charge, she's game. Her public figure has to be involved with boys- and she plays them well. Stealing their hearts, then flinging them away. Makes good headlines, her parents say. Her temper is that of an avalanche- she had the looks to charm, but deep down she is more serious and dangerous than one would think. From the surface, she's quite steady and even a bit captivating. However, if one catches Astrid at the wrong time, she can be a real pain in the neck. When she plans her attack, it comes subtly and with much calculation. And her meticulousness and perfectionism is furiously unmatched.


▹ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ɪᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ...
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▹ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀs ʙᴏʀɴ?

It's hard to escape the cameras- and Astrid knows this better than many. She was born on a day Dominica was experiencing a major heat wave. Was she born in a hospital? No. For once her mother and father didn't want the paparazzi following them around everywhere. And a midwife? No drugs, and that was a problem for her mother- 'I'll be wrinkle prone then' her mother had argued. Astrid ended up being born in a hospital, however. And the paparazzi didn't follow for once as her father did a private sale to buy a car especially for the occasion. And so on that painstakingly unusually hot November day in Dominica, Nina Holloway; Illéa famous model gave birth to one child, and lost another.

May God always curse the paparazzi, her mother would say all of the time after the car accident that killed Astrid's older-sister-to-be, Serena, and left everyone else unharmed except for cuts and bruises.

Growing up without an older sister didn't change Astrid's course of life but made her gorgeous and famous mother a total wreck. Drug addicted and almost completely emotionless, she had a complete transformation that seemed to only go away when the spotlight was on her. Her father stayed the same.

At first, the media was always on Serena's death, ignoring Astrid. But as the girl grew older and began to realize how important the media was to her wealth, she did what her mother had long been encouraging since she'd turned thirteen. Started snagging a few boys, breaking them, flinging them around until they were as useless as a torn elastic band. It was a habit of hers- a habit of the well known Holloway name.

Astrid didn't go to a public school, she went to an expensive boarding school until she was fifteen. Two years was all it took for her to get kicked out one way or another, but this didn't stop Astrid from resuming her 'wild' ways once back at home. Her father did his fancy negotiations thing with the headmaster and her being expelled was never known to the public.

Then at home, outside of school Astrid danced herself to death. Jazz, tap, ballet, hip hop.. almost everything. It kind of was a way of relaxing herself from the stress play toy her life had become. And she was ever so good at it.. she had been doing modelling as a career, but now she was training to become a professional dancer. It helped her when her mother committed suicide, as well.

When she got the news she had just been dancing on one of Dominica's white sand beaches with one of her many boy toys. At first, she just laughed. Ran into the waves and submerged herself underwater completely. It helped her hide her tears from the public, even if all of that saltwater later gave her an eye infection.

Astrid had always been a daddy's girl. He was the only one in her family who actually set some time aside to spend with her despite his ever so busy job. He taught his little girl how to fight. Emotionally, physically, all of that stuff. She later learned that it was because he wanted her to win the Selection. And those fighting lessons would make great publicity when she got into catfights; no?

So when she entered and got in, she was surprised, but her father was not. She was surprised, but the public was not. She packed some dresses, a small knife- you never know when you may need it, her father had said- as well as photos of her, her father, and every single one of the boys she's ever dated for more than a week. And now she's in it to win it.

No matter how many catfights it takes.

▌▍▎✖ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ : : Richard Holloway
▌▍▎✖ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ : : Nina Holloway
▌▍▎✖ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ sɪsᴛᴇʀ : : Serena Holloway

( likes include sweets, boys, the color blue, sour candy and beaches )

( dislikes include beer, the paparazzi, the color pink, bananas and rainy days )

( strengths include independence, her intelligence, her appearance, and running )

( weaknesses include temper, inability to listen, her impatience, and accepting help )

❝ drawing voices deep from you ❞

Laura Palmer | | Bastille

"Maybe this will be my chance to prove everyone wrong. Who says a girl has to come from power to amount to great things?"



{Name}: Noelia Inez Gutierrez
Nicknames: N/A



{Age}: 19
Date of Birth: August 29, 1995
Place of Birth: Paloma Province
Time of Birth: 11:57 AM



{Caste}: Five
Province: Paloma
Affiliation: Illea



{Gender}: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single



{Appearance}:
Written Appearance: Noelia is a bit on the shorter side, coming in at 5'2, and she was born with naturally tan skin. Her brown hair flows down to the middle of her back and is slightly wavy. She has big eyes that are a stormy grey, but no one knows where she inherited them from. Her body is lean and toned, having been shaped by all the dancing that she does. Due to good genetics and the workout she gets from dancing she is very healthy, and she is able to maintain the hour-glass form that she was luckily born with. She loves to wear dangly earrings and multiple arm bands, as they remind her much of the attire that she wears when she dances.
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{Personality}: Noelia is a sharp witted girl who often times has trouble holding her tongue. She can be very sarcastic and snarky, and it is for this reason that she often times finds herself alone. She doesn't mind much because she prefers to be alone. Although her parents tried to instill it in her, she is often times anything but lady-like. Noelia does have manners and is aware of when to use them, but her defiant nature often times rules over. She is extremely passionate in the things that she loves and will put forth 100% in things she feels deserve it. Noelia can be a bit hot-headed and is considerd sneaky and devious by many who know her. However, she is extremely loyal to those who have gained her trust, and is extremely trustworthy as well. Anyone who gets close enough to Noelia to befriend her knows that she would put her life on the line to save those that she cares about and loves deeply. Noelia loves passionately, and it can sometimes be a bit too much for people to handle. While she can sometimes seem to be a lot to handle, she is truly a good person.


{History}: Noelia grew up in a small household with her mother, father, and older brother. Her parents didn't make the most money, but they made enough to get by. Imagination and the arts were always encouraged in Noelia's household, and she quickly fell in love with dancing. Dancing came naturally to Noelia, and with her brother having quickly taken to the beauty of instruments, it was normal to find the both of them out on the sides of the street, one playing the music and the other one dancing to it.

Noelia had been convinced to enter her application because of her friends, all of whom had said she would never do it. She did it more to prove them wrong than anything. It was a surprise to all of them when they found that she had been selected, and suddenly everything was much more real. Paloma decided she was determined to try to win this thing. Not only would it be amazing to see that a girl from a lower case such as herself could beat the higher ups, but she also knew that it would mean her family would never have to worry about money again. Her brother wasn't happy about it, and he practically begged her to stay, even knowing that such a thing was not possible. Instead, he gave her his necklace, as a means of always remembering him even when she was far away.



{Family}:
Mother: Laura Marie Gutierrez
Father: Christian Gutierrez
Siblings:
Older Brother - Javier Gutierrez


{Other}: N/A

Part One
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☯Lily and/or Siri☯17☯September 24th☯Midnight☯Angeles☯Libra☯



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


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







Personality:
Stubborn
Stubborn people get themselves in a lot of trouble, but they also get things done.
Lily has always been an extremely stubborn person. She won't just sit back and be told something she doesn't believe in and quietly except it. She'll stubbornly tell you why you're wrong and proceed to prove it to you. She's also stubborn when it comes to being told what to do. She won't do something if she doesn't believe its right. No that doesn't mean she's a goody two shoes but she tries to do what's right she may not succeed but she tries. She'll fight for what she wants when she wants of course she's smart enough not to be too stubborn where it gets her killed or punished. Lily doesn’t back down from anything she believes in though and believes she shouldn’t have to unless you are able to reason with her why her belief in a certain situation isn’t valid or its dangerous which doesn’t happen very often because of her own stubbornness.

Hopeless Romantic
I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.
This quote is so true for Lily. She may not trust easily but she does love easily. Maybe a little too easily. You'd think because you loved someone you'd trust them but that doesn't hold true for Lily. She often loves those who she doesn't trust. Those she shouldn't trust. She want to trust them but doesn't. She falls easily and once she had it takes a lot for that love to go away. Along with giving away love too easily she has always had a need to be loved in return. She longs to be cared for and loved as she does others. Of course she finds it more times than not that that doesn't happen. Before that she was content with just her parents love and understanding but now she secretly longs for it even more so now.
Despite loving to easily Lily isn’t stupid when it comes to dating guys. She won’t let the guy push her around no matter how much she loves him. She won’t do anything she doesn’t want to in the relationship. You push her too much and she’ll break it off. She knows the player type, she’s familiar with it and she knows how to handle those types of guys. Yes her love too easily means she gets hurt easily, but she will not pine after the guy either. Sure she’ll probably cry, but she won’t stoop so low as to beg for them back either. She had more dignity than that. Love may be something she truly wants, but she isn’t going to be stupid about it either.

Loyal
A person who deserves my loyalty receives it.
Lily is if anything loyal. No not loyal as an she'll let you boss her around but loyal as in she'll fight to the death for those she cares about. She won't just abandon someone because its more convenient for her. Of course if she's loyal to you and cares about you she expects the same out of you. You have to earn her loyalty she won't just give it to you because you ask for. They say blood is thicker than water but blood doesn't always ensure loyalty. Yeah blood is important but loyalty is more important than blood. And Lily is extremely loyal to her friends, family and her pack who are basically her extended family.

Protective
I have a protective streak a mile wide and I will do everything in my power to protect those I care about, so messing with this mama bear isn’t wise.
Lily isn’t extremely protective of the people she cares about especially her younger siblings. She has the whole mama bear thing down. She’s been told that her protectiveness was worse than a mama bears. Protecting the people she loves though is a full time job a job she will happily take part in. She’ll protect those she cares about no matter the cost even if the cost is her own life.

Sarcastic/Witty
Wit is a dangerous weapon, even to the possessor, if he knows not how to use it discreetly.
Wit is a dangerous weapon if you don't know how to use it. Its a good thing Lily knows exactly how to wield it or she'd be in a heap of trouble. She knows when to use it and when not to. She knows how be obvious with it and discreet with it. Lily doesn't use her wit that often because of how dangerous of a weapon it can be. She uses it when necessary. Of course she does take any chance she can to be sarcastic and to just plain joke around like when with friends and family. Lily has always loved to joke around and be sarcastic with things her entire life. Some think its a defense mechanism and sure at times it is, but more times than not it isn’t. She’s just an all out sarcastic person

Charismatic
Charisma. You can’t buy it, you can’t make it, and you sure can’t fake it.
Lily has always had a certain charisma about her. Some people believe its her outgoing personality. Some believe its her honestly. And some believe she’s just a natural born leader. And well some believe she’s just confident in everything she does. Either way Lily doesn’t really know what it is about her that makes her Charismatic just that she is.

Brave
Bravery is doing what you’re most afraid of, not the absence of fear, but the act of conquering your fears.”
Being brave isn’t something Lily has an easy time being. Its something she strives to do because she refuses to let her fears rule her life. She brave what scares her most in the off chance it will change her. Make her a stronger person. To help her conquer her fears. Some would say her bravery turns her reckless and maybe its true, but she’ll keep doing what she’s doing until her very last breath. She’s been told many times by others that as brave as she is its like she has no fear. And at times it does seem that way. But they’re wrong she does have fear, lots of it she’s just pushing past it and being as brave as she can possibly be.

Honest
Its better to be brutally honest than to live a lie.
Lily is a generally honest person. She is brutally truthful weather you want to hear it or not. Not to say that she doesn't lie every once in a while. If it keeps her alive or her friends and family alive she'll lie to save those lives. She just finds that being truthful makes life easier in the long run. Sure she keeps things from people sometimes but she doesn't outright lie. Sometimes what she says has a double meaning. She'll say what you want to hear and still be truthful about it.







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

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

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

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

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







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

Sexuality:Panromantic-Bisexual
Relationship status:Single

Belongings:
Her Journal she writes in everyday & has all her thoughts

The Journal was given to her by her mom on her 8th birthday

A Blue Charm Bracelet she never takes off her wrist

Her mom gave it to her when she was a little girl of 5

A Bracelet her twin brother made for her when they were 4 years old

Brother has matching red and white one & they never take them off

A necklace locket given to her on her 15th birthday by her three closest friends

The inside of the locker has a picture of the 4 of them together & a friendship quote

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

Weaknesses:
Phobias(view spoiler)[Most of her phobias scare her so much she freezes in fear (hide spoiler)]
Math(view spoiler)[Math just doesn’t make sense to her. Sure she can add, subtract, multiply and divide, but beyond that she can be relatively hopeless (hide spoiler)]
Dealing with Negative Emotions(view spoiler)[She tends to hide her negative emotions and therefore suppressing them instead of working through them and dealing with them. (hide spoiler)]
Her Friends(view spoiler)[She feels endless loyalty to her friends and would do anything for them even die so they are some of the best ways to get to her. (hide spoiler)]
Her Family(view spoiler)[She feels endless loyalty to her family and would do anything for them even die so they are some of the best ways to get to her as well as her friends (hide spoiler)]

Phobias:
Arachnophobia-Fear of Spiders
Claustrophobia- Fear of confined places.
Apiphobia- Fear of bees
Cleithrophobia or Cleisiophobia- Fear of being locked in an enclosed place.
Eremophobia- Fear of loneliness
Autophobia-Fear of being Isolated/Unloved

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

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

Appearance:

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Hair:Dark brown almost black
Eyes:Blue with a purplish tint.
Complexion:Tan
Weight:100lbs.
Height:5’3.
Clothing:
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Formal:



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