ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏʏᴀʟ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ - advanced roleplay discussion

Post your finished Maids here. Once accepted, they will be paired to a selected and that pairing will be noted on the claim a character thread.

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                                                               Addison Grace Lancer

◖Addison, It is of Old English origin, and the meaning of Addison is "son of Adam".
◖Grace, It is of Latin origin, and the meaning of Grace is "favor; blessing".
◖Lancer, Jewish (from Poland): ornamental name from German Lanze ‘lance’, ‘spear’ + the agent suffix -er.



◖ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ᴀɢᴇ 〔39〕
◖Bɪʀᴛʜ Dᴀᴛᴇ 〔December 2〕
◖Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ 〔Female〕
◖Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Pʀᴇғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ 〔Heterosexual〕
◖Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs 〔Single〕
◖Sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ Cʟᴀss 〔Caste 6〕
◖Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 〔Ladies Maid〕


                   Ｄｅｔａｉｌｓ   ｏｆ  Ｔｈｉｓ  Ｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒｓ  Ｆｏｒｍ




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Addison Grace Lancer is a pretty woman, she has medium length, blonde hair that is usually up in a bun of some sort, as is the maid uniform requirement. Her blue eyes are filled with a happiness most of the time, she likes to make sure those around her are light hearted and aren't in too much turmoil. Her voice is strong, yet feminine, her body is small, but fit since she does carry out a lot of chores daily. Though her Caste is a 6 she does get paid well by the Queen, and so when not in her Maids uniform she does wear fairly in style clothing, mostly dresses. Sometimes she'll wear pants, but its on rare occasion and only in the midst of those closes to herself.





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◖Serving her Queen
She is very serious about serving her Queen, she's been serving Queen Rosabella since the Selections and she has great pride in that. She knew that her girl would be the one to get the prince, now the King, Aric. The two had such chemistry, and she and Rosa would sit and talk about it when they were alone, while she was doing her hair or helping her to get ready. Even now Addie and the Queen are close friends and talk about the drama at the Palace every chance they get, they laugh with one another and tell each other gossip if they get the chance to.

◖Finding a Husband
Her Queen found her husband long ago, and all of her friends have even gone on to finding husbands and having babies of their own. Now she's earnestly looking for her own prince charming, so to speak, and wants love like those around her. Will she find it? Can someone love a woman that's 39? Even If she is still quite pretty? She has her doubts, and has almost given up at times on finding someone to love her and take care of her.

◖Writing Letters
Addison took on the habit of writing letters to orphans when she was around 19 years of age. She saw how lonely and down trodden they looked one day and thought that maybe if they got letters it would cheer them up? So she began writing different children every week, sending them a pressed flower sometimes, or a piece of candy, something to cheer their day, and it gave them something to look forward to. The children, for the most part, write her back as well.

◖Going out Dancing
When she has time off Addison enjoys going out dancing with her friends to the pubs and such, or sometimes in the kitchen at the palace if they can find someone that plays an instrument. She is a lively character, and doesn't like to stand still for too long. She encourages others to join in on the fun, and tries not to let others out unless they're bullies and whores.


                                     Ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈｓ，   Ｗｅａｋｎｅｓｓｅｓ，   Ｆｅａｒｓ


Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs
◖Cheering People Up She has the urge to help others and make them happy. though it should be their own job to make themselves happy, she can't handle everyone looking glum.
◖Giving Advice She has given advice for a long time, and she usually does a great job at it. She asses the situation and then advises the best she can to whoever is asking for it, sometimes its even her Queen.
◖Her Love She has a heart filled with love, but no one really to give it to. She will one day make a man very happy, and dote on her own beautiful children.(hopefully)

Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs
◖Keeping Her Opinions She does have her own opinions, and will not keep them to herself just because she's a servant. She lets her voice be heard, and sometimes that has gotten her into trouble.
◖Blue Eyes She can't help but love guys with blue eyes, they make her heart melt and her knees weak.
◖Children She loves children, and hopes to have her own one day. She's given love and affection to the royal children many times, and she knows that she still has plenty for her children if they ever arrive.

Fᴇᴀʀs
◖Never having Children of her own
◖Never having a man love her
◖Snakes
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Addison Grace Lancer wasn't even a thought in her mothers head the first few months she was pregnant. Her mother, Lively, had only been married to her father, Jason, a year. They both worked at the castle, Lively was a scullery maid, and her father was the stables master. Once she actually started showing, well there was no denying that Lively was pregnant, she and her husband were nervous to bring a baby into the world, they didn't earn a whole lot. Sure their housing was free because they were staff at the Palace, but it was still very hard to think about raising a child in such a setting. Who would watch the child while they worked? Would she get schooling? How much? Where would she work?? It was a lot to take on for the young couple, but they took deep breaths and prepared for the baby that was coming whether they liked it or not. Jason was given a small raise when his superior found out that he and his wife were expecting, so that helped a bit with their financial worries, they also were given living quarters that had an extra bedroom for a baby instead of just a one bedroom.

Addison Grace was born early in the morning, the sun had barely peeked up over the horizon. Her mother and father were surprised at how attached they felt to the baby after she was born, and named her after her grandmother, because she looked like her so much. The blonde hair, blue eyes, the natural paleness. They thought she represented Lively's mother to a tee. The poor woman was deceased so it was a great honor to name their firstborn after the late grandmother. Addison was grouped with other children that were taken care of, they were all staff children, and there were two women that took care of them all. It mean that a lot of the time though that the children were not all being watched as closely as they should be, so a lot of bullying and other things happened that the adults didn't even know about. Once Addie was big enough to speak, walk and push people down, well she did. She made herself the advocate of those not able to stand up for themselves, she was a spritely thing. This tiny little girl was defending other girls and boys alike when the adults weren't paying attention, giving her a strong sense of character, defending the weak. It was good for her, because it molded her later on into a very sweet, strong, caring person.




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Growing up in the Palace certainly had its benefits, because it gave Addie a unique look on life, showing her not only a servants view, but a royals too. Addie was fourteen when she asked to be put to work at the castle. She was a little thing with limp hair, and she was in the awkward stages of growing up, her body didn't quite fit her yet. The cook didn't care though, she put Addie to work right away on dishes, she said she could stay there until she got older, and could take care of herself really. Addie thought that the ladies maids were gorgeous, and cool, plus they got to see and hear things that one does not get to hear or see in the kitchens. So she decided after she was 16 that that was her new goal, to be a ladies maid, when she wasn't working then she was training, and it paid off. When the Selection came up Addison was asked if she would like to be assigned to one of the Selected girls, she of course jumped on the opportunity and said yes. Addie took her meager belongings from her parents home, kissed mum and dad goodbye and moved into the Singles palace staffing for maids. She was assigned to a girl named Rosabella, it was an interesting name to be sure. The Selection started only a week later. From then on until the selection was over was a blur, full of parties, dates, havoc, people playing one another, and full of Rosa talking non-stop about Prince Aric and how she'd already lost her heart to him and hoped that he would pick her.

Addison was one of the lucky girls, her Selected was not only one of the Elite, but she was chosen by Prince Aric to be his bride, and Rosa promised to keep Addie with her, told her that she would be with her for life. Addie couldn't be more pleased, she would be not only a Ladies Maid from then on, but she would be Ladies Maid to a Queen one day. Time passed, the Queen was soon pregnant with her first child, and Addison was just as excited for Queen Rosa's baby as she would be for her own. The years passed, seven to be exact, and all hell broke loose. The king had an affair with some much younger woman, and the Queen was devastated. Addison tried to console her Queen as best she could, and held a special kind of hatred for the King's mistress along with her Queen. The two talked a lot of trash about the Mistress, and how it was going to be rough going once the new child was born, the King's illegitimate child. Surprisingly though when the child was born Queen Rosa seemed to take to the child, and so did Addie because she was right there with the queen through it all and couldn't help but fall for the cheeky faced baby that was adorable and had the Kings features. The King and Queen made up and things kind of went back to normal, as normal as they ever would be. Addison tried dating a few guards, but they all turned out to either be jerks or too dumb for her to be able to relate to or handle. She wanted something as real as the King and Queen, their relationship was phenomenal. The Queen loved her husband so much that she forgived him a deep transgression, and they went on to have more children and love one another more than before, why couldn't she find a man to love her like that? She also wanted children. The years kept passing though, and now the eldest child is about to have his own Selection. The entire castle is up in arms trying to prepare for the huge event, Addison is excited for the Queen, King, and the rest of the royal family, especially for Oliver. Such a sweet boy, she hopes that there will be a girl appropriate for him, that he can marry for love not just duty.



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                                                              【Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ Fʀɪᴇɴᴅs】


◖Family
Lively, Mother
Jason, Father
Sarah, sister

◖Friends
She has a few staff friends, as well as being friends with the Queen

◖The Deceased
Sarah, sister
Lively, Mother
Jason, Father

◖Pʟᴀʏ Lɪsᴛ
Human
Skinny Love
Hanging On
I Need Your Love
Safe And Sound

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Say hello to Roma Black; a 19 year old from Angeles. People say that she resembles Sofia Black D'elia, but Roma doesn't see it.

"She's the giggle at a funeral"

People describe Roma as:

❤ Protective, Strong, Fun-Loving
✘ Tricky, Manipulative, Tempermental

Roma has been an oddity since the day she was born. She didn't live a normal life, so she isn't a normal young woman. She's much more vibrant than anyone else she's ever known, and her active mind often gets her into trouble. She has a loudmouth, and happens to be a huge flirt. She just doesn't hold anything back, and never sees anything wrong with that. It's a good thing? It's just honesty. And in Roma's opinion, everyone needs a little more honesty. She's a strong girl that's had a rough life, and she's ready to take care of herself no matter once. Independent to the end, she doesn't like being told what to do, ever. Which in her profession, is a bit of an issue. This is also why she repeatedly gets in trouble for having such a bad temper, she can't help flying off the handle at people every now and then.

The story begins…
Roma wasn't born as a norm happy baby in Illea. She was happy, of course, and healthy. Screaming as soon as she entered the world, and quieting when the midwife placed her into the arms of her mother. It's hard to imagine her being so quiet. But she wasn't normal, by any stretch of the imagination. They barely even had a caste. They called themselves fives, told everyone that that was the truth, but it was a lie. They were a family of sevens, with enough sense to know that they could make their lives go farther in Illea, and provide better for their daughter, if they were criminals. So they joined a group. A traveling group of performers, that put on plays written Shakespeare and acted out books of Charles Dickens, all the old time things that people treasured seeing. They acted by day, each player having falsified papers claiming fake names and castes and addresses, even baby Roma. But at night, and any other time they had between shows, they were criminals. Generally pickpockets or common thieves. They never hurt a soul, besides hitting them right in the wallets, of course. Roma was raised to be one of them from the start, Cara and Matt brought her up to be just like them. They believed that you sometimes had to cheat to get what you wanted out of the world, they thought that was how the world ran. And they wanted their daughter to be able to take care of herself. But it wasn't a lonely life, the traveling players were a family, all together as one jolly group. They didn't like anyone to mess with the other members, and kept each other very much safe. All the parents treated every child as their own, so if one of them was caught and jailed, then their child would be taken care of by the other members of the group.

Roma showed that she was excellent in their line of work from early ages. She stole her first wallet at age five, and moved up to women's purses when she was just seven. She used her big, brown eyes to throw everyone for a loop. No one suspected the sweet dark haired girl. They suspected brutish looking men and women. A little girl?? Hell, the first man she stole a wallet from had bought her a cookie from a stand just moments earlier, since she'd been a prop in the crowd at one of the groups shows. The cookie was fantastic, but the praise she got from her family was even better. It was obvious that among the children, Roma was the most talented in their line of work. She was a fine little actress, too. She could sucker anyone into thinking she was just a sweet little thing, and her temper tantrums could've been classified as natural disasters. She had a temper on her, but it helped her as she grew up, made her want even more to be the best, maybe even the leader of their group one day. But the group leader didn't get to do much stealing, since he/she needed to be the face of the players, so Roma wiped that option off of her board. As grew older and older, her schemes got to be more daring. And at age 18, her fun was cut short. She was dating a boy in the group, a more civil guy, named Eric. He was setting himself up to lead the players in a few years, and Roma wanted to be his right hand women. They were a good couple, and balanced each other out well. One day, when Roma was trying to steal a gown out of a shop in Angeles, one that she could sell for more money than she'd seen in her entire life, she was caught by a guard outside. He was gruff looking and very red faced, old and fat, and tried to haul her off to prison or something. Roma thrashed in his grip though, and yelled that she hadn't done anything. She planned on getting out of this, and saying that she'd paid for the dress, but he wasn't letting her go. And then another guard approached, this one younger, probably in his thirties. He apparently had a higher rank than the old man, since he demanded custody of Roma and dismissed the old fart. Roma didn't trust him, but he offered her a chance. He told her that she couldn't weasel her way out of the charges, but that she could get them waived ifs he took his offer, and what he was offering was a position in the castle. He said he knew a castless when he saw one, and that she could build a real life there. And while Roma didn't like the idea of spending her life serving anyone, she didn't really think that she had a choice.

Life at the palace was much different from life as a thief. The guard had gotten her a job as a dress maid, making gowns and such, in some cruel trick of fate. She didn't like it much at first, but found that she was actually quite good at it. Her small hands could handle the intricate beading with ease, and her determination to succeed made her a quick learner. She kept wondering if Eric would ever come to get her, she'd slipped a note to one of the players explaining where she would be. But he never came. So Roma did what she thought she'd never do; she started a normal life. She had to come up with a last name for herself, and chose Black, since it sounded edgy and hellish. The guard got her some papers that he said would be permanent, no going back. She was a caste six, a palace worker. Roma got into tons of trouble with her superiors, sour-faced old women that spent their days in crammed rooms with sewing machines. She didn't like them, and they didn't like her. By the time she had been there for three months, she could already make better looking and more modern gowns than them on her own; she had an eye for the work that made her somewhat of a prodigy in the castle. She was always known as the wild one, starting parties in the servants quarters or messing around with a new stable boy each week. She had a lust for fun and change that simply wasn't met in the palace life, she needed more of a zing, and she got it with parties and a couple of flings, nothing too awful or degenerating. The guard kept an eye on her, and still does. She's fully adjusted to palace life after a year, though she's still the resident wild child, and takes her job a bit more seriously now than when she first arrived. Not by much though. When she heard the Selection was rolling in, she immediately volunteered to be a ladies maid to one of the girls, the switching up of her life would be refreshing, and who knows? Maybe her girl will become the queen one day.

Relationships:
The Players The group of thieves that Roma spent her younger years with always felt like her family, but now she supposes that was a mistake, since they haven't come looking for her.
Eric Roma's ex boyfriend. Any love they had is lost on Roma's end, and if she ever sees him again, she'll whack him around for not giving her the rescue she deserved a year ago.
The Guard The man whom saved Roma from criminal charges. Roma owes him a lot, but you'll never catch her admitting it. She's only thanked him once.

Approved!

I love being underestimated, it makes it that much more fun when i prove them wrong, so very very wrong. It's shocking really how many people totally were fine with underestimating me. How stupid those poor souls are.




Basic Details

Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Claire
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Seraphina
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Silverstone
Ɲιcкηαмєs:

Agє: 18
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: January 9
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: Illea


SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Heterosexual
Ƈяυѕн: no

RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Single

Ƈαѕтє: 3, technically 6 (read history)
ƝαтισηαƖιту: Illean
Occυραтιση: Maid, not what she wants to be
Face Claim: Alicia Silverstone
Aρρєαяαηce:


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know I am but i just wanted you to admit it because that is all you think i am, not smart or loyal, or nice, just beautiful

Ɯяιттєη Ɗєѕcяιρтιση:

She has beautiful long silky blonde hair that gets more dirty blond in the sun. She is very beautiful with blue gray eyes. She has a clear beautiful complexion.


Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє:

She wears the most fashionable clothes and loves dresses and short skirts.

ƤєяѕσηαƖιту:

Of course she loves dancing, and fashion, and shopping but people assume that she is stupid because of that. She love proving them wrong. She can like what she likes and still be a feminist. But she doesn't let herself get bitter about it. Instead she makes fools out of the haters and is herself. She is very kind and will help any one. She is very spunky and full of life never tired always investing her energy in a new project. Her adaptability, charm and work ethic are amongst her most defining qualities. While many people become overwhelmed with new people or in new environments, she takes to new experiences with excitement. People are quickly won over by her charm, whit and warm personality, which explains how she has managed to start so many friendships over the years. While her friends love her for her sociability, they may most greatly admire her hardworking personality. When she meets a worthwhile goal, she will work tirelessly to accomplish it. She is actively in pursuits to make the world a better place and a self-starter. She has great determination. Her desire for harmony, cooperation and sociability. Makes her more social and creatively inclined. In all aspects of life, she has the natural abilities to solve any problem she encounter. Her determination for success is met with an equal devotion to relationships and love. She loves to laugh and have fun.




Lιкєѕ:

Shopping
Dancing
Charity
Math
English
Science
Children
Chocolate
Rain
Birds
Ornithology
Animals
Wild animals
Wildlife

ƊιѕƖιкєѕ:

Snobs
Liars
Drunks
Smoking
Drugs

Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ:

Children- She loves babysitting and watching over little babies. She may want to be a Pediatrician in the future but right now she can't as she is covering for her sister (will be explained in history) She just loves babies and children and would be a great doctor as she is very intelligent and loves math and science.

Ornithology- It is the study of birds and while you may be like what? She finds birds fascinating and beautiful. There are so many different kind of birds.

Shopping- She loves to shop, store numbers in her head and hunt out the best deals. Get cute clothes and get to hang out with friends. Maybe get something to eat or catch a movie

Dancing- She loves going out to fun parties and drinking a Shirley temple or some champagne. Dancing and laughing with friends is truly the best.

Animals- she loves animals and may want to be a veternarian, not only for house ppets but exotic animals to

Singing, reading, horseback riding, drawing, painting

Sтяєηgтнѕ:

Science
English
Math
Brave
Determined
Loyal
Sweet

Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ:

Family
Shopping
The past

Hιѕтσяу:

Claire was born January ninth with a twin. She grew up in a fairy tale dream life. She was always going to birthday parties of the coolest kinds. She was fashionista playing dress up in her mother's old clothes. Even as a child she was obsessed with math, science, and birds. She had great prospects and read up on alot of books about exotic animals. People believed she never did anything. But while her father was busy at work she made dinner, cleaned ,and read. That is not to say she didn't care about her appearance. She played with Daphne alot, they were best friends. Her mother died when she was young but her father was a litigator, the scariest kind of lawyer who gets paid 500 dollars an hour to argue with people but she got to argue with him for free since she was his daughter, which is what she said when any one asked what her dad did. She watched after her dads health when he was at work. It was a privileged life. She hung out with her twin Daphne. It was when she first started going to school that people expected a lot less from her. Just because she was blonde, beautiful, and liked certain things. She at first got down but Daphne helped her see that it didn't matter what other people thought and that she could actually use this. She was a popular girl going out with friends and when she wasn't she was t home studying. She was always evolved in some community project. Everyone was surprised at the good grades she got. Her life was a fairy tale. People assumed she had not a care in the world. Claire was a smart and driven girl always helping out in any way possible and getting other people to help. For some reason Daphne wasn't underestimated as much. She took care of her father and sister and was basically the mother in the household. She was smart, she jumped ahead a grade and graduated at 16. She was still the lovable party girl but she started applying for jobs at aquariums or research centers. She was still unsure of want she wanted to do at 18. She fell in love with a palace worker and they moved in together. Her father missed her but she was engaged and liked being a maid. Then one night he died. Some rebels broke into the palace and he couldn't get to the safe room fast enough. She was crushed and her dad asked her to come back but she liked her job. So she is living with her dad and Daphne but is still a maid.

ƑαмιƖу:

Her mother was a teacher and beautiful, she is where Claire got her looks. Her dad is scary to everyone else but he loves his girls. She has a twin sister Daphne.

Ƒяιєηɗѕ:

Diann, Chloe, Amber. Morgan, Katherine, Alana, Ti, Sydney, Colette

Ɛηємιєѕ:

Oтнєя:

Favorite Colors: Red, white, gold, silver, pink
Favorite Flower: Lantana (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
Favorite Foods: Italian
Favorite Constellation: Canis Major the great dog
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Birthstone: pearl and Alexandrite. (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
Birth Sign: Capricorn
Birth Element: Earth
Fears: failure, losing loved ones, those men that dress up as food, (surprisingly not spiders)
Flaws: pampered, insecure
Theme Song: TBA

Approved

Say hello to Piper Wilshire; an 17 year old from Belcourt. People say that she resembles Shelly Hennig, but Piper doesn't see it.

"I'm only half a blue sky; kind of there, but not quite."

People describe Piper as:

❤ Nerdy, Sweet, Endearing
✘ Awkward, Disabled, Shy

Piper isn't the sort of girl that will come up to you and chat. She won't start a conversation or smile at you from across the hallway, she'll bide her time and wait for someone else to start a conversation, and even then, she won't talk much until she REALLY starts to feel comfortable around them. She's heavily introverted and usually prefers books to people. She doesn't mind solitude, or being alone, and she only really likes to share her alone time with people that can be quiet and calm with her. Once you crack her shell, though, then she'll be very open with you. Piper is secretly a huge nerd about her books, and often compares the people in her life to the characters of her favorite books. She'll even chat with people and joke, laugh, even get a tad clingy. She can't help it though, it's because of the heavy stutter she has whenever she speaks. Piper is super kind once she gets to know you, and will give you tons of time and anything you need.

The story begins…
Piper Wilshire was born to simple sixes in Belcourt, Illea. Her mother, Diana, was a waitress at the local diner. She didn't get paid much, less than a regular six, in fact, because she was supposed to get tips that would make up for the doc in pay. But working at a diner that was frequented by only Fives and Sixes, tips were dismal, so she had very little to take home to her husband and little girl. Pipers father, Dylan, worked as a cook at the same diner, actually, and took home just a bit make than his wife. Overall their income was awful. But they only had one daughter, so they were able to get by on their limited income. Their daughter wasn't normal, though, she was quiet. She didn't like to talk much, and was always left with the woman next door; an old, wrinkly thing named Ms. Callow. She was in her fifties, and had never married, only worked and took care of the local children while their parents worked. She basically ran a daycare, but it was a warped place, no where any sane person would send their child, if they knew what happened inside. Everyone knew Ms. Callow was cranky and old, but none of the adults knew how ah treated the children. She wouldn't let them speak inside the house. She needed her quiet, she told them, and if they didn't stay quiet, she had a variety of punishments for them. Sometimes it would be a slap across the face, or a switch with a belt, or her most sever, which wasn't physical at all. She would just lock the children in the closet, make them stay there for as long as she saw fit; half an hour, an hour, or even two, if they did something bad enough. That was why Piper never talked much, used to, when she was younger. She would talk all the time, to friends and other kids at the "daycare", and she would get slapped, whipped, and the worst; being stuck in the closet. It was terrible and scarring. When the other kids left for the day, they would get excited and chatter to their parents all the way home. But Piper didn't, she stayed silent, because she didn't know that the rules changed when she went home. She was afraid that Ms. Callow would find out that she spoke to her parents, and she would get angry, and who knows how long she would have to be in the closet for that? She didn't even like to think about it, so she just didn't talk. And without talking, there wasn't much to do around the house. So she sewed with her mother, and she read books. Her parents were always worried about her, always wanting to know what was wrong and why she wouldn't talk. But Ms. Callow told them it was just a phase, so they thought everything was fine, and Piper went on being silent. That is, until one day, Diana got off of work early, and went to pick up Piper from daycare so they could go home. She walked into the house without Ms. Callow answering the door, and found all the kids that she was supposed to be tutoring or taking care of in one room, reading books in complete silence. She even heard some muffled crying, and walked to the kitchen to find Piper being slapped across the face for what Ms. Callow thought was talking, but was actually just a cough from the young girl, she was only eleven at the time. For obvious reasons, Diana took Piper away from Ms. Callow and slapped the old lady silly just for good measure. She left the house fuming, and when she went home she tried desperately to get Piper to talk, but the poor thing was still afraid. She kept her mouth shut and just cried quietly. Her parents were really fair stupid, to believe that a mute phase would last that long, but they didn't mean it; they loved their daughter, and only wanted to keep her safe.

After months of not going to Ms. Callows anymore, Piper still hadn't spoken, and her parents started to talk of trying to move. They thought it was the fear of the old woman that was keeping her from talking, and they were surely right that time. Poor Piper was living in fear of her old babysitter. It took months, but her parents finally scrounged up enough money to move them as far away as possible, to Illea's capitol, Angeles. The city was bright and held plenty of opportunities for their daughter, who was aged at just twelve. Piper spoke for the first time in years on the plane to Angeles, muttering a thank you to her mother and father, but it seemed her battles weren't over yet. When Piper said her thank you, it didn't come out in continuous words, instead it came out chopped, stammered from her mouth. And from that point on, Piper couldn't speak without stuttering. Just her speech alone came slowly. She started off with hellos and thank yous, saying please and thank you, things like that. But once she was actually talking normally, a year or so later, and she still had the stutter, her parents worried. They didn't want her to be disabled like that for the rest of her life, but they had just gotten their daughter back. She was bright again, happy, even smiling at shop owners in town when she went to run errands during the day. She was Piper again, but her parents still wanted to cure her stammer. They tried a huge array of home remedies; gooseberries, honey and salt, Muslin cloth, ghee, black pepper and almonds, even brahmi oil. But none of it worked. Piper thought the gooseberries helped sometimes, but not much. She didn't like her stammer, she absolutely hated it. But she also hated that her life revolved around curing it, so after a while, she started to look for work. There was plenty she could do as a six, since they were meant to be seen and not heard, the quiet of the industry. So it shouldn't be too hard. But her mother was a place chamber maid; she made the beds and swept floors in the castle, and she knew that the palace was hiring new ladies maids to train, so she got Piper and interview. She stammered her way though the whole thing with red cheeks, but the woman seemed to like her, so she was hired on. But the rest of the staff wasn't as pleasant; they were rude to her whenever she spoke, some to the other maids would even giggle and laugh at her stammer, make her into some kind of joke. So Piper doesn't speak to the others often, but always sells a good smile when she sees her mother at work. She wants her to think it's going well, since Piper has even decided to live at the palace, so she could really try to be herself. So far?? Not so good.


Relationships:
Ms. Callow Piper is still terrified of the old woman after so many years of abuse, and can only hope she's been imprisoned.
Her Parents Piper adores her parents and doesn't blame them a bit for what's happened to her. She just wants some freedom, and the palace is the perfectly imperfect place for it.
Palace Staff Piper hasn't exactly made any friends yet, since everyone is basically terrible to her. She sticks to the sidelines and does her job well, though.

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ℙart One

[﹍﹎Ƹ̵̡ ℕameƷ﹍﹎]
│⋱First⋰│ Keira
│⋱Middle⋰│ Jane
│⋱Last⋰│ Hanson
∰Face Claim∰ Jessica Brown Findlay





[Information For You]

{๑Age๑} 18
{{๑Place of birth๑} Illea
{๑DOB๑}> July 3
{๑Gender๑} Female
{๑Sexual Preference๑} Heterosexual
{๑Occupation๑} Maid, Caste 6






[﹍﹎Appearance﹍﹎]


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{Height} 5'3
{Weight} 132
{Hair} She has long, dark, unruly hair that she has a natural curl to it, she likes how thick and bouncy it is, and enjoys doing different things with it when she's not on duty.
{Skin} She has more of a pale complexion, and burns easily if she goes without sunscreen and is outside for too long, though that's never stopped her before from spending all day out of doors.
{Eye Color} Gray, stormy blue eyes that give her that old soul look
{Style} She once had a great sense of style, she had dresses made from the best fabrics, each one handmaid to her request. That day has come and gone however, and now her clothing is more of a rough spun nature, and you will see her in her maids uniform more often than not.
{Special Markings/Scars} None




﹍﹎Lets Get Personal﹍﹎

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⊱Likes⊰
⁕Reading
⁕Writing
⁕Arranging bouquets
⁕Dancing
⁕The Theatre

Keira is a lover of literature, as well as writing. She's been writing short stories since she could read and write, her mother has an attic full of her notebooks from when she was a child, full of different adventures. Her favorite place to do either is in a field, or a forest, maybe even a window seat. Though she doesn't get to do any of this often anymore since she started work at the palace. She lives a very different life than she once did. She also used to love picking flowers, arranging bouquets, dancing and attending the Theatre. She still gets to pick flowers and arrange them once in a while, and once a week she gets at least a chance to dance with the rest of the staff, but none of its the same as what she used to have, and this makes her kind of miserable, but she knows she deserves every bit of it.



⊱Dislikes⊰
⁕Sick people
⁕Nurses and Doctors
⁕Brussel Sprouts
⁕Cold weather
⁕Being without sunlight
⁕Her own emotions

Sick people, nurses and doctors all remind her of her sister, who she doesn't like to think about or talk about. Her sister and mother used to work in the clinic while she was growing up, and then her sister was tragically taken from her, so you could say they give her bad flashbacks to that day. She easily falls prey to depression and self-doubt these days, her emotions being her own worse enemy. She's learned the weather doesn't help that, if its cold and dreary then so is her mood, but if its bright and sunny then her mood picks up some.



⊱Phobia(s)/Fear(s)⊰
⁕Having to face her parents
⁕Her sister coming back to haunt her
⁕Snails
⁕Being happy while her sister is dead

⊱Skills⊰
⁕Flower arranging
⁕Writing
⁕Organization

⊱Strengths⊰
⁕Learns fast
⁕Etiquette
⁕Neatness
⁕Hostessing parties

⊱Weaknesses⊰
⁕Dancing, she loves it enough to almost get in trouble for it
⁕Her twin
⁕Her own guilt
⁕Sense of purpose

⊱State of Mind⊰
Sane, mostly

⊱Hobbies/Quirks⊰
::Sewing
::Dancing
::Reading
::Writing
-She bites her nails when nervous
-Is a little OCD with cleanliness
-Has a habit of blaming herself for things she has no control over

ℙart Two

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⇼Early childhood⇼

Twins, little girls, they were born to Frank and Lyndsey Hanson. Neither girl had much hair when they were born, but they had pink cheeks and stormy grey eyes that entranced anyone that happened by them, they were identical as well, not one thing to mark one different than the other, so their mother tied a pink ribbon around Kaylee's wrist, and a purple one around Keira's. The little Caste 2 babies were popular, they were gorgeous, as well as daughters of a politician, so they were well known far before they were born. Kaylee and Keira were taken on campaign trips, their baby faces plastered on flyers with their fathers face next to them, it made the people like him more since he had a family, surely he could relate to their problems? He was an advisor to the king, one of the more known ones, and King Aric loved the man, as well as his family. The girls were born the same year his own son, Xander, was. So it was something the fathers related to and could talk about when there weren't more pressing matters of state. His wife was also known for her medical skills, she was a doctor that worked in a clinic in the more rugged parts of town, devoting herself to help heal the sick and needy in any way she could. Frank worried about his wife, she put herself in danger when she was down there with the 7's and 8's. Apparently she didn't truly see much danger though, and only saw so many individuals that could use her medicine and expertise. She took a break from all of it when the twins were born though, going with them and her husband around their kingdom, showing support for King Aric and everything he did. Once the girls were old enough to walk though she decided to go back to work, and she took the girls with her. This infuriated her husband, but he couldn't tell her no because he loved her, so he seethed quietly and prayed daily for his little ones and his wife who risked their lives, needlessly in his opinion, every day. But Kaylee took a liking to the medicine and helping people immediately, she helped bring bandages to the mama, and other things, simple tasks for a child so young, while Keira read books, sewed, and practiced at her curtsying or dancing. She was in no way that sort of person, she took more after her father, and believed that they should stay where they belonged, of course she didn't voice these opinions to her mother, she didn't want to hurt her, but she did voice them to Kaylee. They were six years old and talking about their lives, the caste systems, and politics, it was unusual for some maybe, but these girls were smart and knew already how their lives would turn out, or so they thought. Kaylee swore she would one day be a doctor, and Keira swore that one day she would be a politicians wife, or maybe the Princes, once the selection came around. Kaylee swore she would never enter something so degrading, but Keira thought her sister was being ridiculous and would surely change her mind later on.



⇼Adolescence⇼

Keira had to tag along with her mother and sister all of her childhood, to the clinic. But that didn't mean she had to stay there, Keira found solace in the fields, the gorgeous fields behind the clinic that no one else seemed to care about. They were filled with wild flowers and long grass, wild animals scampering underfoot. She found more than one or two bunnies that would come to her willingly if she held a carrot out to them. Her father said it was because they'd never been hunted before, which surprised him considering where the field was near. This haven of Keira's gave her an out, a place to be away from the sick and the tormented. She would take her notebooks or books out to the fields and lay in them, camouflaging herself in a way, then would spend the day writing or reading, sometimes she would flower pick and bring home bouquets for her her mother or the house. Keira loved the way the long grass tickled her legs, the sweet smell of the wild flowers that overcame her senses, the way the sun would pass in and out of her vision between the grasses when she laid down, she enjoyed making out shapes in the clouds in the sky and losing herself in books and her own writing. Her twin thought it was pointless, useless, to spend her time so. But Keira would argue that she could say the same for her sister, because she didn't see it as having a point either. The girls were tutored at night, so by the time bed time came around, both girls were more than ready to pass out on their pillows. Their parents thought that their upbringing was unique indeed and would give each of their girls character like none of their kingdom had seen before. They could never anticipate what would happen to their family, how it would effect each of them, and send one of their girls away from them, it would make her change caste's altogether and ultimately disappoint and horrify their family. But for right then, all was well in the world. Kaylee was getting to learn more about nursing and doctoring than ever before, at 11 years old, and her twin was running wild in the fields, learning about Fitzgerald and writing poems and short stories to her hearts content, nothing seemed like it could ruin their lives, and their future seemed endless with possibilities.



⇼Young Adult⇼

Kaylee and Keira ended up being more than just adorable girls, but gorgeous girls, ones that the guys chased after and their mothers prayed their sons would marry. Kaylee had a heart to help, and Keira had a heart to host, both were welcomed in their circles. They weren't party girls, though Keira could've been if she'd been led that way, she did enjoy dancing, but nothing too risqué at the time. Kaylee, was so tender hearted, loving, and compassionate, most mothers would die for their sons to marry a girl like her instead of some lower caste, or a girl with no moral values. They were almost 17 years old and preparing themselves for their futures. Keira and Kaylee were going to go to college, Kaylee for medicine, and Keira was going for her writing. Her real sights were set on the Selection that was coming up in the next year. She fully believed that she could be a great queen some day, it was her goal, her dream, though she did have backup men in case the prince didn't pan out. Men in power , men that would be afford her spending habits and her hopes for a houseful of children. Their parents were proud of both girls and hoped that they would have bright futures, and that they would live long enough to see their grandbabies. They didn't see either girls dream as being unachievable if that's really what they set their minds to doing. They were going to finish out the summer months with their parents, Kaylee of course would be interning with her mother at the clinic, and Keira had plans of attending parties and doing nothing until college. It was that summer that everything changed, that their lives were turned upside down. It was like any normal day, Keira went to the fields to pick flowers, her mother and sister headed to the clinic to do their manual labor and it all was fine. At first, then screams rang through the air, carrying to the fields, the screams of Kaylee and Keira's mother. Keira knew that voice anywhere and tore off through the fields towards the clinic to see what had happened. She came to the doorway of the clinic to see a man holding a knife to her twins throat, he had missing teeth, ratty clothes, and a wild look to him. Their mother was begging him to take her instead and said that they would give him whatever he wanted, but apparently all he wanted was Kaylee, because despite everyones protests he slit Kaylee's throat and laughed as her life spilled onto the floor. Keira was horrified, and in shock, guards came in and took care of the man, but it was all too late, Kaylee was dead in a heap on the floor, and there was nothing to be done about it. Keira left that day and went home with silent tears streaming down her face, she mourned for months before she actually came out of it. Even when she did she wasn't exactly there, she was still wound up in her own guilt and fear over her sister. Her mother tried getting her out of her stump, she had one dead daughter, she didn't need another one. The selection was literally around the corner and she thought that would help her daughter, but Keira refused to enter, and actually left home in the middle of the night, giving no warning to anyone. She went to the palace, but not to sign up for the selection, no she asked to be a maid, surprising the hell out of the head of staff since she was then a Caste 2, she would be dropped to a caste 6 after becoming a maid. She was asked if she was sure, and she told them yes, when her parents found out what she'd done they were furious and confused. Keira wrote to them only one time, and told them that this is what she deserved in life. She had failed her sister, and done nothing with her life that was meaningful, so different from her sister who had strived to help and make a difference. So now she thinks that she has to punish herself, to make herself as uncomfortable and tormented as possible, to deny herself all the things she dreamed of. Her parents are still trying to convince her to come home, telling her that they would fix it all, that it was just all a misunderstanding.





﹍﹎ℱamily and ℛelationships﹍﹎

♡Family♡

Mother Lyndsey
Father Frank
Siblings Kaylee (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]


♡ℒovers♡
None

♡ℂlose Friends♡
Kaylee, deceased


ℱavorite Memory
Hand in hand the two little girls ran, their dresses flared out around them, and their free hands skimmed the tops of the tall grass, their laughter carried to the ears of their mother and father as they looked on. Kaylee and Keira were experiencing their first time as a family on vacation in the country, and were enjoying it immensely. They stopped in the tall grass and sat down indian style, each facing the other. "Kaylee, I promise I'll never leave you, you're my best friend," Keira whispered to her sister, speaking earnestly. Kaylee returned the promise and the girls hugged, love in their hearts, and loyalty in their minds to one another, they were two peas in a pod that thought tha they would never be separated

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Part One of Two

"At least I never pretended to be somebody else. It's been me all along. It was me who traded notes with you, and me who danced with you. And it was me who was hurt in front of everybody, and humiliated, today. Look, I didn't come here to yell at you, okay? I came to tell you that I know what it feels like to be afraid to show who you are. I was, but I'm not anymore. And the thing is, I really don't care what people think about me... because I believe in myself. And I know that things are gonna be okay. But even though I have no family, and no job, and no money... it's you that I feel sorry for. I know that guy that asked me to dance at the ball is somewhere inside of you, but I can't wait for him... because waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought. Useless and disappointing."



Basic Details

Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Amaya
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Charlotte
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Clark
Name Meanings:
↳ Amaya, Arabic, meaning "Night Rain"
↳ Charlotte, English, meaning "Free"
↳ Clark, English, meaning "Scribe"
Ɲιcкηαмєs: May, Maya, Char, Clark, Rain.

Agє: 16
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: September 28th.
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: Dakota.



SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Heterosexual.
Ƈяυѕн: None, though she always thought the younger prince was rather cute.
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: Single.



Ƈαѕтє: Six, though she was actually born a two.
ƝαтισηαƖιту: Caucasian, Illean.
Occυραтιση: Maid.
Face Claim: Hilary Duff.

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Ɯяιттєη Ɗєѕcяιρтιση: Amaya is pretty, which she gets from her mother. She's naturally blonde, matching her light skin tone. She's average, leaning on short, at 5'5, but with two inch heels that all maids wear, she gets bumped up to 5'7. She has c-cup breasts, a thin waist, but she's curvy and broad shouldered, not paper thin, and admittedly she struggles with her weight and works hard to stay thin. Though she can eat, too, so she's not crazy about her weight. She has size 9 feet. Her eyes are hazel, though often they appear to be an olive green. Overall she's pretty, but she's average, too.

Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє: There's nothing more she loves than wearing jeans, a snug tank top, and short heels or even going barefoot. However, most of the time she's in the stuffy maid's uniform, though she doesn't mind it. With that she wears black two inch heels, and puts her hair in a bun.

ƤєяѕσηαƖιту: Amaya is a dreamer. She has starlight in her eyes, and a heart with hope. She's the girl that begged her mother to reread the same fairy tale over and over out of a tattered book, or sat in a meadow picking petals off daisies. However, she's also grown from that little girl. She's responsible, hardworking, and grounded. Deep down that little girl is still there, but her hope has deflated, leaving her to accept and evolve into the determined girl she needs to be to survive. She's got a hard shell, a barrier to protect herself from getting hurt. Even though she can be bold, and she knows what she wants, she keeps her head down. She's a good judge of knowing when it's worth the fight and when it isn't, and she's very patient. She never forgets people who are mean to her, and she never forgets a promise. Amaya is also calm, with a love of humor, though more of a listener than a speaker. She's very perceptive, philosophical, and still a dreamer. She also likes to say she has a little bitch in her, though anyone who knows her will say she's the most caring person they know. She's extremely smart, not naïve in the slightest. She knows her place, she knows who she is and where she stands. However, she does have her weak moments. She's not unbreakable. She has insecurities, moments of doubt. Moments where she focuses on every flaw she has. She's stubborn, she's a low caste, she's too curvy and not pretty enough. She's usually confident, but in the right circumstance, she can be insecure, too.



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Lιкєѕ: Music, Writing Letters, Dancing, Stars, Twinkly Lights, Belly Dancing, True Love, Fairy Tales, Being Free, Smiles.

ƊιѕƖιкєѕ: Fake People, Strangers, Politics, Rudeness, Moments where her confidence fails, Seeing others hurting.

Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ: Photography, Dancing, Singing, Sports, Keeping Fit, Charity, Serving the Princes, Learning, Reading.

Sтяєηgтнѕ: She has a quick wit, very intelligent, always knowing what the best action is, unless her confidence is currently low. But she's also independent, and she knows when to draw the line and make a decision. She makes decisions for herself, not for anyone else.

Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ: Her fears, flaws, and family. She can crumble just like anyone, and she faces her own insecurities. She's also only a Caste 6, despite formerly being a Caste 2, meaning she doesn't have any power, in anything.

Hιѕтσяу: See Part Two.



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"If I hadn't been born a two or turned into a six, if the castes didn't exist at all, I would have liked to have been a teacher. Sometimes I think if I stayed a two, I might have tried singing. But I'm okay with being a six, I'm proud of it. If I can stay who I am and be a 'lowly' maid, I'd rather be a six than be a two.

Mother: Nicolette Webster, Deceased, formerly Caste 4, then Caste 2. Fun, free woman. Got pregnant at the very young age of 15, married at 16 to Bradley Clark, Caste 2. Very much in love with him, even more in love with their daughter, Amaya. The two were extremely close, more like sisters than mother and daughter. Disappeared with traces of blood, declared dead by officials, body never found. FC: Kate Hudson.



Father: Bradley Clark, Deceased. Caste 2. Formerly married to Nicolette Webster, later married to Ursula Perdue. Humorous, caring man. Died of a heart attack, despite being in great health. Suspicious circumstances? Very close to his only blood daughter, Amaya. Left her everything but she wasn't old enough at the time, so Ursula got everything instead. FC: Brad Pitt.



Stepmother: Ursula Perdue, Alive. Formerly a Caste 5, now a caste 2. Ursula is a beautiful woman, and at one time people said she was kind, and generous. But the fame of being a caste two has gone to her head, and she doesn't get along with Amaya at all. The two constantly fought, until Ursula sold Amaya. FC: Angelina Jolie



Stepsister: Tessa Perdue, Alive. Tessa is the lesser evil between the two evil stepsisters. She's less concerned with being mean and more concerned with people noticing her beauty and giving her what she wants. However, she does hate Amaya. Caste 2, Model. Age: 20. FC: Olivia Wilde.



Stepsister: Tricia Perdue, Alive. Tera is rude, entitled, and mean, a total diva. She's manipulative to no end and her beauty is only on the outside. She hates Amaya, and does anything she can to ruin her life. Caste 2, Model. Age: 17. FC: Megan Fox.



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Ƒяιєηɗѕ: The other maids, particularly her best friend Roma.

Ɛηємιєѕ: None, so far.

Oтнєя:



Favorite Colors: Pink, Purple, Yellow, Blue. Sounds girly, which is surprising because she's not girly, but she likes those colors.
Favorite Flower: Pink Peonies. If she had to make a bouquet, she'd have pink peonies and baby's breath. She also likes daisies.
Favorite Foods: She is not a dainty girl who can't eat anything. She eats well, if she can afford it. Her favorite food is spicy food. Asian food, too. Also she likes the typical junk foods, such as pizza and tacos. And she likes ice cream, too.
Favorite Constellation:
Birthstone: Sapphire
Birth Sign: Libra
Birth Element: Air
Fears:
↳ Asthenophobia - Fear of Weakness/being Weak.
↳ Catagelophobia - Fear of being Ridiculed.
↳ Tocophobia - Fear of Pregnancy or Childbirth.
Flaws: Her stubborn independence, her disbelief that anything good can happen to her, and her reluctance to forgive people.
Theme Song: TBA

Part Two of Two

Amaya Clarke's History

Amaya had the good fortune to be born into a good family, even if it was shaky from the moment she was born. Her mother was a Four, the daughter of a restaurant owner and a real estate agent. Her father was a two, the son of a model and police officer. Her mother and him had been seeing each other at a young age, and she got pregnant, which is, of course, against Illean law. To spare her punishment, he hurriedly married her, his father using his contacts to push the paperwork through before Nicolette, Amaya's mother, started showing. The young marriage raised a lot of red flags, but Bradley's family was prominent, so they kept quiet, and the whole thing was hushed up. Despite being forced into the marriage because of the unexpected pregnancy, Bradley and Nicolette loved each other deeply. The young parents were extremely happy when they had Amaya Charlotte Clark, seven pounds at birth, a happy, healthy baby. Amaya's childhood was good. She was a two, she never had to worry about food, but her mother, coming from a lower caste, shielded her from becoming snobby. She was taught good morals, leaving her to be a good natured child. Amaya was very close to her mother and father, like many only children are. She was never pressured into learning what she wanted to do with her life, so she never really got into any work. She also had many suitors but her family made sure those didn't work out, preferring her to marry for love, not status. Everything was perfect... until Ursula arrived.

Ursula Perdue was a local modeling agent, known for being the champion of her two modeling daughters, Tera and Tessa Perdue. She was recently divorced, and when she met Bradley Clark at a fundraising event, she was determined to sink her claws into him. However, he was very faithful to his wife, nothing couple separate them. Or so everyone thought. Nicolette was a smart woman, she knew Ursula was planning to get rid of her. There were a few months of deceit, and she knew her life was in danger. What Amaya knows is her mother went missing. The truth is her mother fled. She knew it was only a matter of time, and she thought Amaya would be safe, so she ran off. She made a scene, left some of her blood, and disappeared without a further trail. Police searched, and searched. Even Bradley. For months he was distraught and searched tirelessly. It wore him down, anyone could see he wasn't the same. But after they declared his wife dead, he had to move on. Amaya was ten when her mother left, and twelve when they declared her dead. Then her thirteenth birthday rolled around.

On her thirteenth birthday, she had a huge birthday bash. Every Two in the closest six provinces were there, most she didn't even know. There was belly dancing, something she loves, and exotic, spicy food, another thing she loves. It was the event of the year, excluding royalty events. Unfortunately, this was the night Ursula met Bradley. By the end of the night, they had set a date together. It was a good party, but ruined by Amaya watching this woman flirt with her father. Within a month they were dating. Within six months they were engaged. What made it worse was that Tera and Tessa Perdue, Ursula's modeling daughters, were determined to make her life terrible. They treated Amaya terribly, like she was below them, always bossing her around. She became more like the maid than her father's daughter, and she would never complain because Ursula, for some reason, made him happy. It wasn't until her father's death that she desperately wished she had stopped him from marrying that awful woman.

Amaya knows her father's heart attack wasn't natural. She knows he must have been poisoned or something, anything. Her father was a healthy man, a fit man, he ate better than even Amaya did. His death broke Amaya. She wasn't the same, she questioned everything. Because she wasn't 18, her step mother gained custody of her, and the treatment only got worse. She was definitely the maid in the family, cleaning after them, locked in her room during the extravagant parties held at their house. They even had her dye her beautiful blonde hair brown to look more like them, even though they certainly didn't treat her like one of them. If they thought it'd make her uglier, they were wrong. If anything, it made her more beautiful. One day, shortly after she turned 16, she was in a silky nightgown and robe, early in the morning, going to get a cup of tea from the kitchen, and she overheard her stepsisters. They were discussing getting rid of her, all the possible ways. Kill her, like they killed her father. Sell her, like a slave. It did happen sometimes, after all, though her high caste and status would make that difficult. They had so many things they discussed, and Amaya was frozen in the doorway, listening. It terrified her, and she had to get out of there. So she ran back to her room, through her childhood home, knowing if she ran away, she'd lose everything. but what choice did she have? So she changed into jeans and a dark hoodie, packed a small bag, and fled.





To act concerned, Ursula, Tera, and Tessa made a big deal, led a search party, posted fliers. But they were ecstatic that she had chosen to leave. Amaya was now an eight, a runaway. She had nothing anymore. When she heard the Selection was coming up and the palace would be hiring extra maids, she jumped at the chance. They were reluctant to hire her, but she claimed to have been a maid for the Clarke family, and a distant cousin which explained how she had the last name Clarke. So they gave her the spot, knowing her reputable family. So she got into the sixth caste, and with her first paycheck, she dyed her hair back to blonde. She saved most of her money, knowing she could some day go home and reclaim her family home and get rid of Ursula and her daughters forever. And Amaya didn't mind working as a maid. It wasn't a bad job, and it was nicer than being a maid back home to Ursula and her daughters. Her best friend quickly became a girl named Roma, who she told everything to, and who was always on her side. She has other friends, though Roma is the closest so far. Honestly, she plans to keep her head down mostly.

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People think I am immature and know nothing of pain but i have had more pain and suffering then most people. I just try to move on and not let it get me down. I could deal with it better but it scares me trying to live with out them scares me, it is so hard.


Basic Details

Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Juliet
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Rose
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Gibson
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Rosie, Juliet

Agє: 18
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: April 20
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: Angeles

SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Heterosexual
Ƈяυѕн: no one
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: single

Ƈαѕтє: 6
ƝαтισηαƖιту: Illean
Occυραтιση: Maid for Selected
Face Claim: Rosie Tupper

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Ɯяιттєη Ɗєѕcяιρтιση:

Juliet is very beautiful with light brown hair with hints of gold and blonde. That falls in soft waves by her face. She has a lovely face with soft features and accentuated cheek bones. She has soft light pink lips and her cheeks have a natural pink tone. Her eyes are a mix of blue, green, and gold. She has long eyelashes and perfect shaped eyes. She is short at 5'5. She has beautiful curves and a lovely figure. Her eyelashes are long.

Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє:

She likes comfortable clothes with light and bright cheery spring colors.

ƤєяѕσηαƖιту:

naive, innocent, child, and sweet are words used to describe Juliet. She is young, sweet, and innocent. People think she is naive and knows not the true horrors of the world but Juliet knows them all to well. She is very sweet and kind always cheery and bouncy. She is very energetic and moves around all the time and loves to dance. She is very witty and sarcastic. She is always willing to help out. She is insecure because she misses her parents and is still finding it hard to deal with it all. She is brave and strong but it is hard for her to deal with her parents death and living on the streets as an eight. She is witty and likes to tease people all in good fun and never likes to hurt people but teases playfully. She is very smart and resilient obviously as she lived on the streets for a year. She is not a pushover and though she has rarely gotten mad it is not pretty when she does.


Lιкєѕ:

horses
Nature
Tea
Photography
Art
Beauty
Kindness
Animals
Dresses

ƊιѕƖιкєѕ:

Liars
Rudeness
Being underestimated
Carrots

Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ:

Juliet loves sketching and drawing pictures mostly of dresses and nature. She also likes painting and photography. She enjoys sewing and trying on clothes. She likes reading and writing especially poetry. Much to her surprise she actually enjoys cleaning and tries to make it fun. She likes order and so cleaning and organizing is fun for her.

Sтяєηgтнѕ:

Poetry
Writing
Drawing
Painting
Designing
Sewing
Cleaning


Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ:

Her parents death
Animals
Desserts

Hιѕтσяу:

Juliet was born to Cathy and John Gibson on a clear spring day in the afternoon when the sun was shining and the birds were chirping and the outdoors beautiful with flowers and green grass. It was the perfect spring day. Her life was perfect at one point. She was protected and sheltered from everything. She wasn't vain but just unbelievably happy. Her parents got her all the new dolls and mini fake tea sets and played with her all the time. Her dad was a musician who wrote her songs and her mother a model. Her mother was a goddess in her eyes and she adored her father. She had not a care in the world. She loved to paint and draw. Her parents would go off on trips and she would be taken care of by the servants. It was perfect she was so innocent and kind taking time to get to know all the servants. Her house was huge and she was an only child pampered and adored. The house was always full of laughter as she had friends all the time. The servants took care of her and she had a nanny from the moment she was born because even though her parents loved and wanted to spend time with her they were always traveling. She missed her parents when they were traveling but otherwise it was perfect. Then one day when she was 7 her parents went away on a trip and were going to be gone for a few weeks. She was going to miss them terribly. It was going to be the longest that they were going to be gone and she was so sad. On the night they left her nanny came into her room to tell her some awful news, her parents plane had crashed and there were no survivors. She was devastated and for a while refused to come out but she knew she had to keep going. Her aunt was to take care of her and more importantly to her aunt Juliet's inheritance. It was then that her charmed life was destroyed. At first her aunt just ignored her niece or tried to. Juliet wanted to make the best of it to rebuild her charmed life. She was a naive and sweet beauty who just wanted to get her family back. But that grew to be impossible. Her aunt did not love the child and instead thought to take advantage of her sweetness and so Juliet became no better then her servant as her aunt hosted lavish parties. She would cry alone in her room after her aunt dismissed all her friends, the servants so that she was totally alone.For two years she cooked and clean for her aunt in her house waited on her and was forced to sleep in the attic and stay quiet while her aunt hosted elaborate parties. She would hit the girl if she defied her and yell at her getting drunk on expensive alcohol. Then at 9 years old after her aunt hit her for refusing to serve her she ran away. As a run away she was a worthless eight living in fear. She would sleep on roofs of houses and then sneak off in the morning. She stole food and pick pocketed. She slept on roofs and in barns feeling grateful because there she was safe from rape and an even more horrid fate. Winter was awful as she was lying on house roofs cold and shivering wrapped in thrown away sheets. One day at 10 she found a group of girls who were orphans and eights that used their stolen money to pay rent to a five for the hay loft above her barn. She joined them and sleeped in the warm hay covered by thin blankets. She got a family sorta and barn cats as pets. They were a tight nit group. The women had a garden that was unruly and unkempt. But Juliet loved it and one day while the women was at work she cleaned the garden up and restored it to it's original beauty. The women was delighted when she saw it and employed Juliet to be a house maid for her not servant. The women was 67 so Juliet cleaned her house and cooked for her. She was a maid for the women until she was 14 when the women recommended her as a maid to the head maid. She went to work at the palace and though she was happy she was going to miss her friends. It was yet another new home and she was determined to keep this family. She told no one of her past but made friends quickly and lived basically on her own with no family besides her friends who were the best friends. She is known as the sweetest, kindest, and most beautiful and as naive. She is not naive. She enjoyed being a maid and cleaning the palace. It was so fun to explore the palace and the palace grounds. Most of the people were really nice but her past still haunted her. The life of an eight wasn't fun, obviously and it was a big jump from a 2 to a 6. She tried to make the best of it. She loves living in the palace so much. Now five years after her employment as a maid she is going to be a maid for a selected. She is so excited especially if her girl ins. She cannot wait. It will be so much fun to help Alice make dresses, clean the room, and make some new friends.




ƑαмιƖу:

Her mother is Cathy Gibson and her father John Gibson who were a famous model and a super famous musician. They both died in a plane crash when she was 6. She has no siblings and has had family in a group of orphan girls and in the palace with other servants.

Ƒяιєηɗѕ:

She makes friends easily and true friends.

Ɛηємιєѕ:

none yet

Oтнєя:

Waffle, barn cat from life as an eight




Favorite Colors: light pink, purple, blue, cheery happy and cheery colors
Favorite Flower: Daylillies
Favorite Foods: Creme puffs, desserts , bacon
Favorite Constellation: Libra
Birthstone: Diamond
Birth Sign: Taurus
Birth Element: Earth
Fears: abandonment, betrayal
Flaws: insecure, scared about facing her parents death
Theme Song: Charmed life by Leigh Nash

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"You might cry for a while but not forever, stay strong"





Ɲαмє: Angelique Kiera Monroe
Ɲιcкηαмєs: angie, angel

Agє: 19
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: 25th of April
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: Illea

SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: straight
Ƈяυѕн: ()
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: single

Ƈαѕтє: was originally a seven but now is a six
ƝαтισηαƖιту: illean, she has Italian descent
Occυραтιση: maid
Face Claim:

Aρρєαяαηce:



Ɯяιттєη Ɗєѕcяιρтιση:
Angie has short messy brown hair that finishes at the same length as her chin, long dark eyelashes with just the right amount of natural curl and deep sea blue eyes with the outer colour border lining on black, her hair frames her face well with a messy fringe, angie also has very smooth thin lips, a small nose and pale skin.
She has a petit slim figure, Angie is short and fragile, she has always been a target for bullying because she looks weak, with her sweet dark eyes, her few freckles and her height.

Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє:

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ƤєяѕσηαƖιту:
Angelique is a person who hates her personality, who wants to be bold and stand up for what she believes in, but doesn't have the courage or confidence to do so. She has a sweet and shy personality, Angie doesn't have the courage to speak for herself and tell people when to stop, that is why she has always been an easy target for bullying, her looks didn't help her much either, but Angie took the abuse and bully, it hurt but she made it through.
Angie has a weak mental state, after what happened all through her childhood from her parents, siblings and all her bullies at school, not to mention teachers, Angie kept her self going, telling her self that she did have a meaning to her life, that she did have something to live for and once she left she would make friends, find love and rebuild herself, she hasn't achieved anything yet but Angie is hopeful that one day she will, maybe she'll have a family of her own and she will raise them to be strong and protect them from going through what she went through.
Angie is very gentle, she doesn't like to hurt people and she hates to see others being hurt, it makes her very sad. Sometimes she cries herself to sleep thinking of all the horrible things that are happening to people as she lays in a warm bed and sleeps, it hurts Angie so much to imagine that there are people just like her out there, who went through what she went through.

""Sometimes", said pooh,
"The smallest things can take up the most room in our hearts.""



Lιкєѕ:
Books
Nature
Singing
People who are different and love that about themselves
Forests
Waterfalls
Swimming

ƊιѕƖιкєѕ:
Abuse
Bullying/bullies
Mean children
Southern rebels
Killing
Cities(because they are destroying the environment)

Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ:
Reading, singing, nature, preserving the environment)

Sтяєηgтнѕ:
To hold in her emotions

Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ:
She is quite fragile on the inside and the outside
She can't hold it in anymore when she is alone

Hιѕтσяу:

It all started the day Angie went into the foster system, Angie had just lost her parents in a horrible accident she was at the age where she was just beginning to speak, and as she lay in the wreckage as the only remaining survivor, she said her first words, I'm scared. She lied there and cried quietly as if it were all a dream and then as loud as her voice would go, knowing that it wasn't just a dream, she cried for what seemed like an eternity for her mum and dad, and for herself. That night as Angie was taken to the hospital in the backseat of an ambulance, she wondered to her self, what would happen after this? What would happen to her? Would she ever see her mum and dad again. At the time Angie was a little girl and too naive to know that she would never see them again, that they were truly gone, for good.

In the next few weeks of Angie's fifth birthday, she went to her first foster home.
Angie hated it there, all the other children thought her strange, since she hadn't spoken a word since her arrival, since her parents had left her.
First came the mental abuse, and then the physical.
At first all it was, was name calling and then it was talk of her parents and why she didn't talk. Why she was even there.
Second came the pushing around, Angie wouldn't respond to it at first, but after a while, after the bruises started to show all over her weak childish body, Angie started to let the pain out with her tears every night, she would cry herself into her nightmares.
Third came the physical violence, not just pushing anymore, beatings, bloody noises, black eyes and when they couldn't make Angie show her pain, broken limbs.
Not all her siblings were bad, they just didn't want to get the same treatment, they didn't want to be the weird one. It wasn't Angie's fault that these children had their own twisted way of letting out their anger and pain, it was just the way that they had developed themselves to be like, to make others feel their pain, for others hopes and dreams, thoughts of ever leaving, of ever leading a normal life would be crushed.

Angie ended up moving to a orphanage, the foster home not being able to keep her due to money issues.
Then Angie got to school, from there on things just got worse, she had even more abusers, how cruel children can be, Angie would think to herself everyday, but she would still never speak a word which just provoked them even more, just made them angrier.
Then one day at the age of 12, some of her bullies had snooped into her past, they had found out about her parents, about her original caste, about all that had happened in her previous foster home, the bullying got worse more people started joining, Angie still had no one to stand up for her, no one to talk to, no one who understood. They gave her horrible nicknames and sometimes even the teachers joined in, bystanders we're too scared to go against the bully's and one of the especially horrible bullies was so jealous of Angie's high caste number that she had for little time, that they threaten and blackmailed her, they sexually abused her, they used her and they even left a deep scar up the side of her left arm, Angie likes to keep it hidden under one of her gloves.

Once Angie became a teen she dropped out of school and left the orphanage she started looking for a job and ended up still the palace, she cut her hair short as a symbol, a new look for a new life and started to speak again and found a love for singing, everything changed she started to get her self esteem back and gained some hopes and dreams along the way.

ƑαмιƖу:
Conner Monroe(father: deceased, killed in car accident)
Sierra Monroe(mother: deceased, killed in car accident)

Ƒяιєηɗѕ:
She's never really had any

Ɛηємιєѕ:
She never considered them enemies but she hates anyone who purposely tries to hurt someone for entertainment.

Oтнєя:



Favorite Colors: lilac, mariney green and autumn orange
Favorite Flower: cherry blossom
Favorite Foods: doesn't have one
Birthstone:
Birth Sign:
Birth Element:
Theme Song: keep holding on by Avril lavigne



" they may hurt you now, but just think of your amazing future where they can't get to you."

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Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє: Calypso
MιɗɗƖє Ɲαмє: Rosaro
Lαѕт Ɲαмє: Lefery
Ɲιcкηαмєs: Callie

Agє: 16
Ɗαтє σf Ɓιятн: April 25
ƤƖαcє σf Ɓιятн: Her parent's house in Zuni

SєxυαƖ Oяιєηтαтιση: Bisexual
Ƈяυѕн: N\A
RєƖαтισηѕнιρ Sтαтυѕ: N\A

Ƈαѕтє: 6
ƝαтισηαƖιту: England
Occυραтιση: Being a maid
Face Claim: Becky G

Aρρєαяαηce:



Ɯяιттєη Ɗєѕcяιρтιση:
Calypso is always very serious, and doesnt reallh have much of a sense of humor. She tends to think people who joke around all the time are childish, and she makes sure its clear she think that. Often, her friends will desceibe her as an old lady, due to her serious outlook and love for quiet, relaxing activities.
Ɗяєѕѕ SтуƖє:
Calypso always wears her maid uniform, and whenever she isnt, she will wear something simple and modest like dress pants and a sweater.

ƤєяѕσηαƖιту:
Calypso main personality traits are:
Serious; Calypso is very serious, despite being only 16. She doesnt often allow herself to have fun, and oftem takes jokes seriously, but in a pinch, she is a great friend to have around.
Narrow-Minded; Calypso doesnt often consider the ideas and opinions of others, and she often will try to force her opinions on to others.
Maternal; Calypso often feels the need to comfort those who need, even if they are older then her.
Lιкєѕ:
Books, quiet, cats, her mother and brother, people who can light up a room without being obnouxious.
ƊιѕƖιкєѕ:
Obnouxious people, dogs, her father, pessimists, loud noises
Hσввιєѕ αηɗ ǀηтєяєѕтѕ:
Reading, cleaning
Sтяєηgтнѕ:
Keeping calm in stressful situations, comforting others
Ɯєαкηєѕѕєѕ:
Being too serious, being empathetic, catching on to jokes
Hιѕтσяу:
Calypso had grown up as a 6, but she lived in poverty and could hardly make enough money to support her mother and little brother due to her father's drinking addiction. One day, Calypso had decided to confront her father about this, but to no avail. He had hit her, punched her right across her jaw, simply for questioning him, in the better interest of her family. The next day, Calypso had packed her meager belongings and said goodbye to her mother and brother, promising the next time they heard from her it would be with money to start a new life away from her dad. And so, Calypso set off to the castle, and managed to aquire a position as a maid. And now, every month, Calypso will send her entire paycheck over to her mother and brother! In hopes of one day returning to them.
ƑαмιƖу:
Father,
Mother,
Little Brother
Ƒяιєηɗѕ:
Not very many
Ɛηємιєѕ:
None to her knowledge
Oтнєя:
Loves cats
Favorite Colors: Black, white, grey
Favorite Flower: Bonfire Euphorbia
Favorite Foods: Oatmeal
Favorite Constellation: N\A
Fears: Dogs, bugs, thunder
Flaws: Can be much too serious at times

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ᴘᴀʀᴛ Ⅰ



“I ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇ I ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ ﹣ ʙᴜᴛ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ sᴍᴇʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜs ᴅᴀᴍᴘ ɢʀᴀss ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢʀᴏᴡs ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴏʟᴅ ᴡᴀʟʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴏᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʟᴇᴇᴠᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ɪs ᴀ ᴍᴏssʏ sʜᴇʟᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴄᴀᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ ᴊᴜsᴛ ғɪᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ.” {Zᴇʟᴅᴀ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}

∘ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ∘ Anika Notorav
∘ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ∘ The Russian meaning of the name Anika: Gracious, Merciful.
∘ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ﹙s﹚ ∘ Annie, Nika

“A ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ sᴜᴄᴄᴇss ɪs ᴀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏs ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴀʀᴅs ᴀs ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟʟʏ ᴀs ɪғ sʜᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴘʟᴀɪɴ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}



∘ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ∘ Gemma Ward


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Anika has a waif sort of body. She's very slim and has small shoulders, and doesn't weigh much at all. But she also doesn't really have much for muscle mass. Her skin is a creamy, porcelain shade of pale, much like her sister and her parents.
Anika's eyes are wide, and when she was younger, she thought they were ugly on her face, almost buggish. But now they're one of her favorite features; the irises change from blue to green depending on her surroundings.
Anika has long, thin hair that comes down straight from the center of her head. It falls down beyond her shoulders, but she usually pulls it up into ponytails, so it doesn't mess into her face and disrupt her work.

∘ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ∘ 5'7
∘ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ∘ 116 lbs
∘ sᴛʏʟᴇ ∘ Anika is always wearing her maids uniform, but on her days off she wears cotton sundresses and simple sandals. Stylish, but nothing fancy.

“Aʟʟ I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɪs ᴠᴇʀʏ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɪʀʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsɪʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ ɪs ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ﹣ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ” {Zᴇʟᴅᴀ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}



∘ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ∘ Female
∘ ᴀɢᴇ ∘ 19
∘ sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ∘ Heterosexual

∘ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ∘ October 24th
∘ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ∘ 10:29 PM
∘ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ∘ Russia

“I ғᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ﹐ ʜᴇʀ sɪɴᴄᴇʀɪᴛʏ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ғʟᴀᴍɪɴɢ sᴇʟғ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ. Aɴᴅ ɪᴛ·s ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs I·ᴅ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ﹐ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴡɪʟᴅ sᴜsᴘɪᴄɪᴏɴs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ·ᴛ ᴀʟʟ sʜᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ. I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}



»ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴛʀɪᴀᴛs«
⑅ Confident
⑅ Bubbly
⑅ Kind
⑅ Snarky
⑅ Spiteful

Anika is a confident young woman. Her station has been lowered a lot since coming to Illea, but it hasn't shaved off a bit of her confidence in herself. She's felt beautiful since she was a teenager, and has felt a strong love for herself since then, and she doesn't plan on letting it go anytime soon. She doesn't take anyone's crap, and often gets herself in trouble for being snarky and telling someone off for being rude to her. She has a lot of spite in her, too, but she only lets it out if she really feels like someone has wronged her. She'll take and use everything she's got against them to get some revenge and satisfaction, and can be so, so nasty when she wants to be. But as a general rule, she'll be pleasant to people when she talks to people for the first time. As a maid she has to be polite to the people at the castle, and she tries to extend that politeness towards the people that she works with.

»ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs«
⑅ Animals
⑅ Champagne
⑅ Glittering gowns
⑅ Dark coffee
⑅ Handsome men
⑅ Pajamas
⑅ Music
⑅ Dancing

»ᴀᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴs«
⑅ Disrespect
⑅ Whining
⑅ Entitled men
⑅ Dry conversation
⑅ Heights
⑅ Slums

»ᴀᴘᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇs«
⑅ Snarking
⑅ Working hard
⑅ Designing
⑅ Modeling

»ᴅᴇғɪᴄɪᴇɴᴄɪᴇs«
⑅ Snobbish at times
⑅ Temperamental
⑅ Kittens
⑅ Handsome men

»ϙᴜɪʀᴋs«
⑅ Bites her lip often
⑅ Random dancing

»ᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀs ﹠ ғᴇᴀʀs«
⑅ Heights
⑅ Losing her sister



“Nᴏ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏғ ғɪʀᴇ, ᴏʀ ғʀᴇsʜɴᴇss, ᴄᴀɴ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴛᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ʜɪs ɢʜᴏsᴛʟʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}

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ᴘᴀʀᴛ Ⅱ




“Wʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴄɪᴢɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏ ᴏɴᴇ...ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ·ᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ·ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}

sᴛᴀɢᴇ Ⅰ – ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ
Russia in October is a cold, depressing place to be. But on the 24th, late in the freezing night, twins were brought screaming and crying into the world. Anika and Mila Notorov, born to a very wealthy couple. They ran Notorov Textiles, a company that supplied fabrics and such to designers and labels, all very high end. They were the supplier to all the magical designers of Russia, and lived in the large capital city there. The two babies were pale with baby blonde hair and light blue eyes, the sort of color that dons some baby boys nursery or a moonflower in the early spring. Being such a wealthy family, the parents had no need to personally care for their children, they could hire other people to do it. And they did, while their parents were at work or some gala event, which was most of the time, Anika stayed at their luxurious downtown home in Moscow, where she would play with her twin and her nannies. She didn't just play with Barbie dolls and doll houses, though she did have them. Most of the time, Anika was more interested in her mothers closet. It was filled to the brim with designer fashions; dresses and shoes that the nannies would let her try on. Of course they were much too big for little Anika, but she didn't care. She would parade around the house in a crystal-covered gown and six inch stilettos, posing in front of a full length mirror with her nannies praising her profusely. And she soaked it up; since when her parents got home, she didn't get much praise at all. She and her twin were supposed to be perfect little ladies around their parents, since that's what she was supposedly raised to be. But really her nannies would always let her have fun and be a kid behind the scenes. But everyday there was a routine; half an hour before her parents were due home, the nannies would dress Anika and Mila in their adorable little day dresses, clean them all up, do their hair up in pretty braids, and have them reading books on the couch when their parents walked through the door, tired and ready to relax after long days of work. Anika didn't even mind the routine, since it was a good balance. She did what she wanted when her parents weren't around, and kept quiet and docile when they were home. The only times she had trouble was when she and Mila had to go to the gala events with her, so Anika would have to dress up in her own gowns and have blush applied to her cheeks, her hair brushed out straight. And that part was fun, but then they would have to dote after their parents and stay silent the whole night, speak when spoken to. It was a dreadful way to spend an evening, but Anika did what she had to do, and kept her soft pink lips sealed the whole night.

When she went to school, Anika had a hard time trying to decide who she wanted to be. On one hand, she wanted to be herself; the fiery little munchkin that she was with her sister, Mila. She liked to joke with people and tease them until their either became her friend or her enemy; it didn't matter which, she could care less. She wanted to wear the prettiest clothes she could find and strut around some hallways. She wanted to be a princess like she was used to. But the other kids at the school didn't agree with her views; in fact, they took the opposite approach to Anika, and instead of befriending or making an enemy of her, they decided to bully her mercilessly. They would call her bug eyes and an alien, some would even cal her ghosty, because of her pale skin. Anything she did, any physical feature she had, they would use it as ammo against the poor thing. They would make her cry a lot of the time, or make her feel so alienated that she had to sit on the very edge of the cafeteria. She became a quiet kid, even though that wasn't really who she was. But she was afraid to be anything else, because she wouldn't be good enough. What kind of daughter was called ugly all day, called a weirdo for liking to sketch dresses and shoes in her notebook? Certainly not one her parents or Mila would be able to be proud of, so she kept quiet about being hurt by the bullying, and just tried to make herself better, the more improved version of Anika. She was who she wanted to be when she got home every evening, but at school she was a quiet little wallflower. She was actually very good during school, too. She was great with academics; with reading books and learning about history and mathematics. She wasn't s stupid little girl, and eventually got herself branded as a nerd by the other kids, on top of everything. Anika moved on though, if anything she could make her parents proud by having good grades. And she did, she was considered a smart little girl by her mother and father, but that didn't change her reputation around school, or make it any better to go into school each day.

sᴛᴀɢᴇ ⅠⅠ – ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ
When she grew up, though, Anika started to realize that she wasn't the problem. She knew that it was the kids, the people that school, that were really the ones she had to deal with. And she decided something very important at age 13, when she was looking into the mirror and trying to figure out why her face was so wrong; it wasn't. There was nothing wrong with her looks, and in fact, she decided that she had wonderful looks. Her face was beautiful, and unique, and she wasn't going to let herself be stomped on by any brats in middle school, she would make herself feel better the old fashioned way; blackmail. Being the quiet kid, Anika had heard plenty of rumors while she was sitting quietly in the back corner of the room, and when she was changing in the shadows of the locker room before PE. She knew things about people, things that they wouldn't want her to know. So she did what she thought would make sense. She put on the clothes that she thought were pretty and fitting, she put on lipgloss, mascara, and some blush. And she put her hair up into a perfect ponytail, and she walked into school like she owned the halls. When people tried to make snide comments towards her, Anika would glare at them, and if they didn't stop, she would use one of her secrets on hold. She told one girl that if she didn't shut her trap, then Anika would have to send out a mass email about what she did on her vacation to the islands last summer. And the girl went wide eyed, and tight lipped, her mouth shut right away. And one by one, the people stopped picking on her, and started to respect her. She quickly became one of the most popular girl in the school, and she even had a group of girls that would follow her around, listen to her every word and even do whatever she said. And that's when Anika's life turned around. She had plenty of friends, and even if they weren't besties, people knew who she was, respected her. Sometimes they even feared her, which always made Anika feel a little special. Once people knew that she would exploit secrets, they started to tell her bad things about people that they didn't like, and Anika knew everything about everyone. It was perfect for her, she had the best Intel in the school. By high school she was going to the best parties in Moscow with her friends every single night, even if she had to sneak out. She and Mila would always cover for each other if they ever needed to sneak out or do something their parents wouldn't like. Which they did quite often. Anika even got involved with some handsome men, but not the ones in her school. She preferred older men, men at least twenty, graduated from the high school she was stuck in. The men Anika went out with were more mature and respected her as an adult instead of as some girl. One of them was even the one that got her her job as a model when she was still in high school. Some modeling agency was scouting, and her boyfriend knew the guy that was interviewing the models. That's how she got the contract, and got the job so go with it. She loved modeling, especially the photo part of it. She liked posing for photos in luxurious clothing that made her look even more magnificent. It became her passion, really, and she vowed that she would never do anything else.

When she was 18, Anika and Mila graduated high school with flying colors and tons of friends. They went to parties, went on vacations, the whole graduation deal. Anika loved her post high school life, but didn't think anything of her parents company. They had been having problems lately with labor laws and such, being told they were working their factory employees much too long and without enough benefits - some crap like that. Anika had no idea what it really was. That is, she hadn't followed the issue until one day, her parents offices were stormed by workers, their throats slit with crappy kitchen knives, and left to bleed out. Anika found the news when she was out with Mila, at some party or another the police found them. She had no idea what was going on, and was heartbroken. Her parents were dead, and while they hadn't had the best relationship, they were her parents, the ones that had raised her and taken care of her and given her everything that she had. On top of it all, Anika and Mila were told that their parents killers weren't just after the parents, but their children, too, since they wanted to make sure that the company was either shut down or was taken over by a new family with new ideas and better ways of treating people. So the police were concerned for the twins, as were some politicians that they knew, people that ran in their circles. One of them was a man that had connections in Illea, and thought the girls should be sent away for a good long time. They couldn't do it on their own; since their money was tied up in laws and federal court cases. They didn't have any money to speak of, which they definitely weren't used to. But they were sent to Illea, to the palace, where their politician friend knew the head of staff. They were signed on as maids, and while it wasn't ideal for Anika, she was happy to have her sister and her life, so she didn't complain. She's good at her job of cleaning and caring for the ladies of the palace, and after six months, has become well adjusted to the job.

“Aɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴇᴀᴋʟɪɴɢs...ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ·ʀᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ sᴀʏs ᴛʜᴇʏ·ʀᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ﹐ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴏsᴇ.” {Zᴇʟᴅᴀ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}



ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛɪᴇs
≄ Nikolas Notorov, Father, Deceased
≄ Anastasia Notorov, Mother, Deceased
≄ Mila Notorov, Twin

ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏsᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴs
≄ Her sister, and some maids/guards of the palace.

ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs
≄ Many, back in Russia. But non in Illea yet.



“Sᴏ ᴡᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴏɴ﹐ ʙᴏᴀᴛs ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ﹐ ʙᴏʀɴᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴇᴀsᴇʟᴇssʟʏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}

Approved! Love her!

Approved poor baby I wanna hug her

name: Mila Notorav ;

age: 19 ; October 24 ; Angeles ; scorpio ; tourmaline ; water

sexuality: bisexual ; single ; none

caste: six ; maid

nationality: russian

appearance: Cora Keegan ; Mila is a blonde, standing at about 5'7", with a thin figure. she pretty, in her own way, with her platinum blonde hair, and bright brown eyes. the roots of her hair are darker, along with the outer circle of her iris. she has a nice smile, filled with teeth. there's nothing dramatic about her appearance, no big large curves or no freakishly large feet–just Mila. ; even though she is often found in a maid's uniform, Mila enjoys dressing up. well actually, she enjoys wearing the least amount of clothes as possible. she just also just likes to dress up for fun.

personality: bold. distrusting. enthusiastic. manipulative. caring. and stubborn. those are just some words to describe Mila. like any other person, she has both good things and bad things to her. bad things like, she pushes people away most of the time. she doesn't really trust anyone, and would much rather care for herself. good things like she's pretty much on board for anything. she's enthusiastic, and tends to get pretty excited about the little things. Mila can also be sassy, never really taking anyone's crap or letting them treat her—or anyone she cares about—like trash. if you're lucky, Mila will care about you and will do almost anything to keep you happy. it's just the way her personality works out. and you know, depending on whether or not your an ass. ; parties, attractive males, hot chocolate, swimming, dressing up ; silence, bullying, intentional messes, anything bland, intense weather ; dancing, playing dress up, taking photos

strengths: able to easily manipulate others, has a good idea for what looks good, not to mention she can also look good, and she can easily care for others ; attractive males, baby animals (including humans), may at times not think things through and simply react, and she doesn't really ask questions so she just kind of assumes things ; has trouble trusting others, tends to say things she doesn't mean ; losing her sister, and drowning

history: told by Mila...(view spoiler)[ я хочу посетить Россию в один прекрасный день–Oh jeez. Sorry about that. Didn't see you there. So you want to hear about my life, huh? Well, sit back and make yourself at home 'cause–what are you doing, no feet on the table! What, were you raised in a barn? Jeez. Anyways, I have quite the story to tell.
It all starts on October 24, a cold day in Russia. Two little girls were born, and they were beautiful. They had luxurious baby blonde hairs and blue eyes people wish for. Anyways, they were born the owners of Notorav Textiles. It's a company that supplied fabrics to only the highest labels and designers. Now, since the company was high end, you'd figure, 'Hey, these guys must've been rolling in the dough, wouldn't you think?' Well, you're right. In fact, why raise kids when you could buy nannies? Exactly. I mean, I had no problem with it, and neither did my sister. The nannies were amazing. See, our parents were a bit strict. We had to be perfect little ladies, which was stupid considering we were like, five. But hey, they can raise us how they want. Anyways, what the nannies did was let us raid our mom's closet. My sister and I would dress up in her thousand dollar dresses and six inch heels and stage a fashion show. And the nannies would praise us like we were the greatest models to ever roam this damn planet. It was great. And then we'd perfect the house and the nannies would make us look cute and innocent and when our parents walked in? Oh, they'd see two perfect little ladies reading. It was good. But there's not much to say about my childhood. It was horrifically average for someone among the same rank and such. Here is where things start to get interesting. School. We all go and start at one point. At first, it was fine. I made a few friends and all that jazz, but then I noticed something. My sister, was kind of... struggling. She was trying to make friends, she really was, but no one really seemed to like her. Next thing I know, they're all bullying her. Horrible really, seeing so many people go after her like that. Made me realize that people are really mean. I mean, all my friends—who didn't like my sister might I add—turned their back on me as well! Nasty bit-I mean, nasty girls. Anyways, I proceeded to distance myself from others and avoid friendships with anyone. And if I were ever present when someone tried to mess with my sister, well, I'd mess them up. In fact, I was suspended for a couple of days back in second grade. Some kid thought it'd be pretty funny to call my sister bugs eyes. Idiot. But at least my first fight was successful, right? You're probably wondering how our parents took to this entire situation? You know, their kids being bullied and one always getting in trouble? Ah well, the bullying was kept hidden. And I received punishment for my behavior. Anyways, that was that. We were good students, except my behavior was always worse because people didn't know how to stop. Except, get this, one day they did. And you know what! No more fights! Granted, I think we just went under the radar but that's okay. What with my behavior getting better, my parents allowed me to finally get to do what I wanted to do. Since my punishment was to just sit in a chair. And that's it. I'd be put in a chair, and I'd just sit there all day. I'd get a small meal, and I'd get to do my homework, but that's it. Doesn't sound that bad, you say? Try every day. If I got suspended, I'd spend the entire day in that chair. Detention? A couple hours for a couple of days. No talking, no nothing, just sit there. Pretty boring if you ask me. But, after I did good, my parents didn't make me sit there anymore. And I finally could get a camera. I liked photography. And that's what drove me to do good.
Things were going fine. I was with my sister, in the shadows. Pretty good though, the amount of things you learn while in the shadows. But anyways, there I was, perfecting my photography skills when I heard the news. My sister, was back. She had gained her confidence and thrown it in all their fucking faces! I was ecstatic, and immediately congratulated her. Now, I had then figured, Alright I'll go back to my life in the shadows now, because hey, I liked it. But the little bitch—ahem, I mean my sister—decided that hey, why don't you come rule the halls with me! I mean, yeah, I was pretty mean to people. But they honestly asked for it. But I did it. I wore expansive clothes made of the very fabrics my parents sold, and roasted people on a daily basis. And then there was my loves life. My sister went for the older guys, but me? Well, sometimes they were older, and sometimes they were in my class. I liked who I liked. I partied, I had sex, I drank, I did it all. Except drugs, because that's just bad man. Don't want to go down that road. Best part? I got recognized for my work. Remember photography? Yeah, I never stopped. I continued on with my love, taking pictures and all that fun stuff. And one day, well, one of boyfriends basically made my life worth living. I mean, it was before, but Jesus I was in the best mood. Alright, so this guys dad was some high up in this photography company. They took basically all the pictures you'd see in our capital city. Amazing I tell you. So there I was, having another photo shoot for me and my sister when my boyfriend came over. He helped me clean up while my sister went to go out, and he noticed my pictures of us. And he told me they were good, and asked if he could have a few. So, I gave him what he asked for. Not too long later, I was offered a job at the company—And no, I didn't lose it when we broke up—and that's that. My life was going great.
Next thing you know, me and my sister are finally graduated from high school. It was great at first. Parties, vacations, all that fun stuff. And then, well, it all went downhill. Remember how I said my parents owned that company? Well they were having some trouble, something about labor laws and all that, and well, they were killed. By their own workers. Best part? They wanted to kill me and my sister too! Some family friends helped us, and one had some ties over here and signed us up for this refugee program. Not that I mind much. As long as I'm with my sister, I'm fine. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some windows to wash. (hide spoiler)]

social: deceased parents and her twin sister Anika Notorav ; a maid or two, most are back home ; any enemies she had she left back in Russia ; no lovers here, most of them are also back in Russia

favorites: pale pink ; rose ; pancakes ; Orion's Belt

theme song: I'll put it in....

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ꜰɪʀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ~ Freya
ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ~ Rose
ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ~Mckowen
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ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ~ Female ♀
ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛy ~ Straight
ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴩ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ ~ Single
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ᴀɢᴇ ~ 20
ᴩʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ~ Aran Islands, Ireland
ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ~ November 5th ♏ / Scorpio / Topaz
↳ focused, brave, balanced, faithful, ambitious, intuitive
↳ jealous, secretive, resentful, manipulative, ruthless
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ᴄᴀꜱᴛᴇ ~ 6
ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛy ~ Illean, Irish
ᴩʀᴏᴠɪɴᴄᴇ ~ Angeles
ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴩᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ~ Palace maid, occasionally helps out in the kitchens

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Physically Freya possesses one of the rarest genetic combinations, red hair and blue eyes. She's a pretty, almost other-worldly looking girl with bright red hair, sea green eyes and skin like porcelain. Her red hair comes from her Irish heritage, mostly on her fathers side though she never knew him. Her mother always spoke of his red hair though, as wild as his personality and just as unruly as his daughters. In face Freya is very cute looking, her appearance is somewhat deceiving of her fiery personality and her hair is the only tell that she isn't just another sweet maid. Freya's hair is a dark red, like a sunset of the Aran Isles. It falls in naturally wild curls which are usually swept up in braid or clipped out of her eyes. Freya's eyes are usually blue/green, set beneath elegantly arched brows which are a few shades darker than her hair. A few freckles mark her nose though these are the only imperfection to appear on her otherwise flawless skin. Her body is slender with long limbs and delicate bones. In all she appears incredibly fragile in contrast in her wild personality.
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ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ~5"5
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ~ slender, waif-like
ʜᴀɪʀ ~ long, red and curly
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ~ sea green
ꜰᴀᴄᴇ sʜᴀᴩᴇ ~ round
ᴛᴏɴᴇ ~ ivory

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In personality Freya is just as fiery as the red of her hair. She's highly strung, not afraid to break the rules and will always push the boundaries. Freya is not afraid to say what she thinks and has a tendency to snap if people back her into a corner. She's a spirited young girl who won't often stick to her work and will be seen slacking off in order to pursue her own endeavours. Freya can also be described as wilful and somewhat untamed, with very little authority in her life growing up she's not afraid to be a little rebellious and cause trouble where she can. She's not the kind of girl to easily break and will always fight for what she believes in. Freya is incredibly loyal which is true to her scorpio birth sign, she will do anything to protect those she cares about even if it means keeping secrets and endangering others. She also has something of a sharp-tongue and isn't afraid to say what she thinks or cross people with her words. Freya likes to voice her opinions even if they may get her into trouble.

Bravery goes hand in hand with loyalty. Freya is incredibly bold as a person, unafraid for herself but only for others and those she truly cares about. She would sacrifice her life if it meant saving those she loved. And Freya certainly isn't scared about standing up to anyone, no matter what their size. Originally born in Ireland Freya has only ever seen the Aran Islands and her now home province of Angeles. She longs for adventure, to really see the world for what it is and discover all the new and exciting things that exist beyond the palace walls. There's something within her that longs for the outside world, the open sea, the lush rainforests or even the desert plains, Freya simply wants a chance to see the world. A final trait of Freya's a possibly her most notable is her playful nature, she can be silly and childish, particularly in her ability to play pranks. Freya doesn't want to grow up and she enjoys toying with people whenever she has the chance.




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ᴇᴀʀʟy ʟɪꜰᴇ~ Freya was born on Inis Mor, a tiny Irish Ireland that forms part of the Aran Isles. Her mother Siobhan was a cook who served the royal family at special events, birthdays and such. Freya was born after a brief fling between Siobhan and one of the Irish families close friends. Michael O'Malley was a smarmy, attractive gentleman with a notable bachelor status. He wasn't about to give that up for anyone, not for Siobhan and not even for Freya. And so the youngster grew up without a father, her time split between her family home and the Irish Palace. Siobhan couldn't afford a nanny so whenever she took the boat back to the mainland to cater an event Freya would always come with her. Freya always loved those events, the beautiful women in the regal outfits, the men in their dapper suits it was like stepping into a fairytale. Those were the only times she ever saw her father, though Freya never had a chance to speak with him. Siobhan would always point him out, the darkly handsome man with hair as red as Freya's. She always longed to speak with him but was never given the opportunity. All Freya could do was watch him from afar, imagining how her life could have been if he had been there for her. Growing up without him was difficult for Freya, she had always had a rebellious streak and without that masculine authority she lacked the necessary manners and means to behave. Her behaviour only got worse when her mother announced they would be moving to Illea, a small country that was miles away from Freya's Irish home. Siobhan had been offered a full time catering job at the royal palace and she intended to take it. And so the family of two set sail for Angeles.
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ᴀᴅᴏʟᴇꜱᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ~ Freya never truly forgave her mother for the move to Illea. They moved into a tiny room on the palace estate and Freya was put to work as soon as she could lift a feather duster. She always longed for the wide open space of Inis Mor, for the sloping green hills and the great cliffs that overlooked the wide open sea. Freya longed for her home, for her friends and their games of pirates along the coastline. Angeles would never be home to her. Freya made that vow not long after they arrived and has not gone back on that since. By the time she was sixteen Freya was offered a full time job within the palace, they agreed to educate her on the condition that she worked four days a week and had her tuition on weekends. It was a pretty rough deal but the chance to learn meant opportunity and for Freya that was something she wouldn't pass up. She grew into a beautiful but wild young woman, content on misbehaving between her shifts and causing chaos with the other servants. Freya never really got on with girls and spent much of her time with the guards or on her own exploring the palace. She spent much of her time in trouble for slacking off work but it never stopped her wild ways, always encouraging her to seek more adventure and plan for her future.
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ᴩʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴀy~ Now twenty Freya has grown into a pleasant and accomplished young woman. She's learnt to tone down the rebellious streak just a touch, only letting her wild ways escape when she's alone. Freya spends much of her time cleaning and helping out in the kitchens of the palace. On her days off she'll retreat to the forests or to the city, always seeking adventure and new things. In spite of leading a rather cultured life, Freya has always longed for more. She just hasn't yet pin pointed exactly what that is or what it means. Beneath her fragile exterior she's just a bird, looking to spread her wings and fly, looking to explore the world and everything it has to offer her.

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♔ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ - Michael O'Malley
➝ status: unknown
➝ love: ◆ ◆ ◇ ◇ ◇
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♕ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ - Siobhan Mckown
➝ status: alive
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Approved~

~ For some people, their past is so painful that it takes the prospect of the exact opposite to keep them from breaking. That's why futures were invented. ~

Basic Info
• Full Birth Name: Lily Eleana Faye •
• Pronounced: Lil-ee, El-ee-on-a, Fay •
• Nickname: Lily •
• Gender: Female •
• Sexuality: Hetero •
• Age: 14
• Alignment: Neutral-Good •
• Birthday: August 15th •
• Place Of Birth: Bonita •
• Nationality: Illea •
• Job: Maid •
• Caste: 6 •



Appearance

• Hair Color: Bright Blonde •
• Hair Length: Goes down to her stomach •
• Hair Style: Usually wears her hair down •
• Height: 5'2" •
• Weight: 90lbs •
• Accesories: Always wears her mother's pendant •
• Dress Style: Uses any excuse she can to wear pink dresses as opposed to her uniform •
• Face Claim: Romy Van De Laar •



Personal Information

~ People always ask me why I'm so kind, and my answer is always the same. Why not? ~

~ Despite all that Lily had been through, her personality at the castle, bubbly, happy, and cheerful, is surprisingly the same as her nornal personalitt, or, rather, as Lily calls it, what she would've been like had her mother lived. Even as a child dealing with hunger and cold Lily had always been cheery and optimistic, only later changing into her constantly depressed state after her mother's death. And now, at the castle, having forced memories of her past far, far away from her mind, it seems to have a positive effect most the time. However, due to her constant secrecy of her past and unwillingness to come to terms with it, when her heart aches, it aches hard.

~ Lily used to live a normal life as a 5, poverty starvation, and all that jazz. She loved her mother dearly, and would pretty much follow her around the house and help with the jobs. Most everything was fine. They got enough money to live on, and on some occasions she'd even go to bed full. There was only one problem in Lily's life, and that was her father. He wouldn't raise a finger, even if his wife and 10-year-old daughter were starving. He did, however, demand money. Not to use on clothes or food or medicine, rather, he wasted away their already pathetic money stores on alchohol. Almost every night, Lily's father would leave the house late in the afternoon, and come back in the middle of the night, swearing and swaying, but most importantly, he would come back and beat his wife. Lily hated watching her dearly beloved mother beaten, day after day, but she insisted Lily didn't step in, for fear of Lily getting hurt. One day, when Lily was 13 and had come home from a long day of painting for the 4s and 3s nearby, she came home to her mother and father, unusually joyous. It turned out, her mother was pregnant, and Lily was soon celebrating with her parents, and her father even skipped his nightly visit to the bar. All seemed to be looking up from Lily's point of view, and she spent the next few months with a spring in her step and a smile on her face. Even her father had drastically cut down on drinking. A few months later, Lily's mother began to give birth, and everyone was excited. At first. Unknown to Lily, her mother had fallen terribly ill due to malnurishment, and died in childbirth. And with the news of her mother's death, Lily did something she had managed to stall for years. Lily broke.

After her mother's death, Lily walked around in a sort of daze, shock and misery written all over her face day in, day out. Her father returned to his old ways, only now he spent twice as much as before on alchohol. However, as they still had the tiny baby, which Lily and her father didn't have time to, or even want to, name, it fell upon Lily, the new woman of the house, to care for it. She tried to evenly split her time between work and caring for the baby, but in the end, the baby's life ended in the same way it's mother had. After that, Lily couldn't stand it anymore. Lily took her mother's old pendant, slipped it around her neck, and she ran.

Lily kept running, farther and farther, until her feet collapsed underneath her, unable to take her another step. She sleeped on hard, cold sidewalks for weeks, barely getting by on the scraps of food she managed to beg from the kinder residents of Bonita, but still, it was hardly enough to live on, let alone give her sufficient energy to keep going out in the streets and standing in often harsh weather. One day though, the day that forever changed her life, she saw an ad. Lily had only a very minimal education, but she could read half decently, and discovered a need for maids in the castle. Realizing her chance at decent food and dry bedding, she leaped on the opportunity, managing to get rides from passing by cartsand such. However, the journey was harsh, and she still had to walk most the way, until finally, one day, she arrived at her destination. The Illean castle. Perhaps from relief, or perhaps from cold and hunger, Lily collapsed at the front gate, quickly taken to the infirmary by a passing gaurd. After regaining consciousness, she explained her situation to the head housekeeper, and was admitted into the castle as their newest, youngest maid. Shortly after beggining her work, Lily realized she couldn't keep dwelling on her past, so she did something remarkable. She fixed herself, even if only delicatly. She put on a smile, and forced all memories of her past out of her mind, and so far, with only a few close calls, she hasn't broken again yet.

~ Ever since the day she ran away, Lily has dreaded the fact that at any moment, she could come across her father, and somehow, someway, he would force her to go back. Back to starvation, back to working tirelessly only for her work to be spent on alchohol, back to where the memories of her past, which she had spent so long and hard trying to get rid of, lingered the most. It haunts her in her dreams almost nightly, which doesn't help, to the point that she's absolutely terrified of it ever happening. Lily doesn't hate many things, as its simply not in her nature, but she does despise her father, injustice, and anyone or anything that reminds her of her deceased mother, though she tries not to let it show. Lily has devoted her entire consciousness to forgetting her past and being the bubbly, cheery girl she used to be, sometimes however much too far. She'll often let people walk all over her, as she incapable of sating "no", and often finds herself overworked, though she'd never tell anyone.

~ Lily is amazing at reading when people are sad or upset, mainly because she's been perfecting her mask of joyfulness for nearly a whole year nonstop. She is also an amazing comforter, and will lend an ear whenever somebody else needs it. Lily loves most everything, but some things in particular are cats, dresses, especially pink dresses, painting, though she tends to avoid it as it generally stirs memories of her past, and young children. Lily is in fact quite talented with a brush and paint, but is quite rusty, as she's avoided almost everything to do with art since she ran away. However, on occasion, she'll feel an unquenchable desire to create something, and so she'll sneak a few art supplies from the storage room, and paint the night away, only to awaken from her painting trance and be ashamed of herself. Although she hates them, and claims they make her even more miserable, she simply cannot destroy her paintings, and instead hides them under her bed.

~ Around other people, Lily ie always cheery and bubbly, and tries to help out whenever and wherever she can. She is very kind, and refuses to cause trouble for others, even if it hinders herself. She always walks with a spring in her step, and she is never seen in any kind of mad, sad, or even displeased mood, and is seemingly always happy. However, by herself, Lily spends a lot of time thinking quietly in her room, questioning things most 14-year-olds don't even think about. She'll often talk to herself, reminding herself of tasks to do, or even just thinking things out loud, as she claims it help her think.

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• Mother (Deceased)
• Father
• Little Brother (Deceased) (hide spoiler)]



~ Sometimes I sit down, think about my past, and feel like punching something. Instead, I put on a big bright smile. After all, if I can't even smile for myself, then why would anybody else? ~

Summary
• Mysterious About Her Past
• Maid
• Cheery
• Bubbly
• Girly
• Innocent
• Kind
• Caring
• Hates Injustice
• Fears Her Father Coming For Her

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female × eighteen × jun. x × single ( pansexual ) × maid ( 6 )
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victoria lee × cerulean blue × honey brown × five nine × one forty

p e r s o n a l i t y ⇢ so familiar a gleam

[ f ] rom the delicate tilt of her head to the wispy sighs that leave her lips, one can tell that Ophelia is a dreamer. A dreamer of big things, small things, medium things, good things, bad things; things. This, though, has much to do with the fact of her illness. Unknown to most, she suffers from a budding case of schizophrenia, the delusional kind. She has a tendency to perfectly visualize a prince sweeping her off her feet, to something similar to her being put to the slaughter. She, though, has a hard time seeing past them, and has managed to find a way around it all. She's often seen talking to herself, but easily recovers with a smile. This is something she's working on, with the careful watch of Dr. Cannentta.

She's easily manipulated, her mind playing enough tricks on her as it is. She's stuck in a vicious purgatory of perpetual and utter belief. The smallest hint at something for her to be fooled by will easily get through to her, corrupt her thoughts as it is. Sometimes she confuses real people with her delusions and vice versa. There was a time when she'd ask if a new person in her life was real or otherwise. It was even, for a very short time, suspected that her position as a maid was gained through a very powerful delusion. They say that she was floating on air longer than any other hired maid for the palace. Mostly because when she finally realized that it wasn't a delusion, she had something to be overjoyed with all over again.

Ophelia is surprisingly thoughtful. Most people think that she would only have her best interests in mind, what with the way she likes to talk about being swept off her feet and such. Most conversations start out about her--she doesn't know any other way to initiate conversation. Because, at one time, people only used to talk about her. About how odd she was. About how they thought of her. About how she should change, when she couldn't.

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[ fixations ] flowers, blue birds, fairy tales
[ abhorrences ] nightmares, medicine
[ specialties ] aesthetics
[ kryptonite ] schizophrenic
[ interests ] reading, picking flowers, dancing
[ weapons ]

r e c o l l e c t i o n s ⇢ once upon a dream

[ l ] ouisa Bergal was not on the run. She was, essentially, a beautiful daughter of a two shipped away to a political marriage to some man with the last name of Marvel. That was all she knew of him when she arrived at his home. What she had not expected was to find something out of horrific fairy tale. The girl was simply eighteen, and her betrothed was well close to forty and it was a wonder her father had even allowed. On second thought, she saw why he allowed it and why her mother had gone along. Wealthy was the man who happened to buy Louisa's hand in marriage. So, it was only to be expected when she refused to bed the man on her wedding night. Of course, her pleas went unanswered and she was left in mess of numbness and bruises.

Louisa's husband, Dutch, considered himself to be a man's man. A man of the outdoors, of weapons, of flirtation. He was, down to his very core, much like the villain of a child's tale. And this was the man that had been her husband. Through the course of several events, however, he'd exhibit uncanny acts of kindness and affection that left Louisa reeling. They didn't last long enough for her to not fall in love with one of the servants. They met in secret, in the dead of night. When it was discovered that she was pregnant, all assumed that it was the child of Dutch. Even he thought he's been blessed with a child. But, he soon found otherwise to be the case.

This child was Ophelia. A damaged girl further ruined by an abusive father and a feeble mother who had given up hope when she watched her lover burn. In most instances, a bastard child would immediately be quite disliked. That was the case of poor Ophelia, especially by her siblings who came before her. Two boys, to be precise. Bonaparte and Clyde, two partners in crime. Their crime, however, was the tormenting of their poor younger sister. They were already the twisted fruition of a forced marriage, and thus held not so much in the department of maternal love. Playing favorites was never something that Louisa could avoid, and her favorite was most definitely her daughter Ophelia.

Years passed with constant torment, and Ophelia began to develop imaginary scenes of happiness and bliss. Places far away from where she was, who she was. They became more real with each passing day, and it became evident that she'd never be able to get out of them. Her dreams were vivid, her nightmares waking the entire house with her screams. Her brothers found her to be more of a nuisance as things got worse, and nearly suffocated her in her sleep one night.

A single pillow, and that was all it took for her to be shipped off to relatives. Who later sent her off to work in the castle, where she's been watched over by several people. It was a surprisingly effective method of ridding oneself of a problematic relative.

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[ biological ]
  ▽ mother -- louisa marvel ( nee berga )
  ▽ father -- anthony tally
  ▽ father -- dutch marvel
  ▽ brother -- bonaparte marvel
  ▽ brother -- clyde marvel
[ external ]
  ▽ employer -- schreave family
  ▽ allies -- royal doctor
  ▽ friends -- open
  ▽ enemies -- open
  ▽ lover -- open

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age 20 : dob march 2 : sex female : orientation bisexual : interest none : occupation maid

➣first point of view:
Hey guys my name's Luca! Nice to meet you! Now where do I begin? Well, I'm twenty years old, although a lot of people think I'm younger because of my energetic and upbeat personality! Which I can't wrap my mind around since I can be rather an odd ball, especially with my tattoos(view spoiler)[


(hide spoiler)], which is probably why my co-workers think I'm weird... Whatever! If they can't accept me for who I am then they won't accept me at all but as long as I got my moves, I'm a perfectly-happy-little-odd-ball-without-friends! As you probably guessed, I'm a maid and I work for the Royal family happily, they're very nice people even though they can make bad decisions, I just don't understand why people can't see that they're human to and humans make bad decisions sometimes. Especially me.

➣ third point of view:
Luca is an... interesting person; she's funky, confident, sweet and her own person, she doesn't really care for what everyone else thinks about her. It's why her siblings look up to her, she's the perfect role-model, or so it seems. She has a lot of unspoken secrets that are hidden in her tattoos. Her tattoos are the reason she doesn't have many friends, since a lot of human beings think that girls with tattoos are dangerous, rebellious even. Well, they're right about one thing, she's certainly rebellious and stubborn which has always landed her in a lot of trouble in the past. Which is another reason she doesn't have many allies, but she is seriously hoping that the Selection will change that. But she's not really sure, since she can have a fit of anger at random times, which is mostly caused by the annoyance of being a dyslexic.

➣first point of view:
I was born in Angeles as a caste five, my mom was a singer-songwriter, and my dad was a music teacher. I was the oldest out of seven children, seven! Like damn, my parents were active ;) Anyways, when I was born everything was quite stable, we had a nice house, with loads of music books and instruments, I even know how to play a couple myself, guitar, piano and the violin! I can sing too.... I think. Back to the story, as I was growing up my siblings came into the world one by one, the youngest sibling I have is now twelve and his name is John, but I call him Johnny. When I was about six years old, I started getting home-schooled by my dad and he taught my a lot of useful things about life and about music, which I am very grateful for.
My life is rather boring now that I come to thin about it, up until I was fifteen, that's when I started getting a little bit... out of control, I used to get into fights all the time and then the notes on my music sheets used to jump off of the page and started getting watery. I thought I was losing my mind, becoming a freak, which is why I started getting into fights, with older people mostly, especially when they asked my to read something out to them. When my parents found about all of this, they were very... disappointed in me and that broke my heart into a million pieces and I started to become distant, that's when my siblings started reaching out to me and helped me to get saved from the darkness in my mind... At age seventeen I was diagnosed with dyslexia as the same time my mom was diagnosed with leukemia. It stunned the family but somehow it brought us all together and our talents started to reveal themselves. For instance, I've always loved dancing and so I started to get more into it, and then I found out that I could lose myself in the movement, and on the plus side, it makes my mother happy.
Time skipping a few years, my mom made a recovery but there was still a threat of it coming back so I put myself up for jobs and then, the Schreave family took me in and I've been working here ever since, and can I just say, it's been one hell of a roller-coaster.

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~ I'm not saying what my father did was wrong. All I'm saying is I'd kick his ass for it without a second thought. ~

Basic Info
• Full Birth Name: May Captiosus Viana •
• Pronounced: May, Cap-shee-o-sus, Vee-an-a •
• Nickname: May •
• Gender: Female •
• Sexuality: Hetero •
• Birthday: December 14th •
• Place Of Birth: Angeles •
• Nationality: Illea •
• Job: Royal Maid •
• Caste: 6



Appearance

• Hair Color: Blonde •
• Hair Length: A Little Below Shoulder Length •
• Hair Style: Usually Wears Hair In A Tight Bun •
• Height: 5'3"•
• Weight: 105lbs •
• Accesories: Always wears small lockette containing a photo of all her siblings •
• Dress Style: Usually Wears Her Uniform, But Likes Simple T-Shirts And Jeans In Casual Settings •
• Face Claim: Sasha Pieterse •



Personal Information


~ I'm reading. Do NOT, interupt me, while I'm reading. ~

~ May is serious, and to the most extreme form of the word, especially around people who aren't her family. Even with her family she is very serious, but not in the condescending manner she is with most people, rather she is serious in a responsible, older sibling manner, even to her older siblings. May is a very logical person, and tends to act on facts rather then emotions. She carefully thinks everything through before acting, and rarely leaves strays from her schedule. She is also very organized, and has a very minimalist living area. Although she comes off as cold an uncaring to others, around her family she is very caring, and sometimes even protective, though she does try to avoid acting too over-protective. When she does notice something is wrong with someone in her family however, she always will help out in whatever way she can.

~ When May and her sisters were only five, their father moved away, unwilling to support six children. After that, the children all became quite reliant on August, the eldest child, however, May couldn't simply sit around and do nothing while her beloved older brother worked tirelessly, so she began to think about what she could do. May had always been very studious, excelling in anything related to thinking, and one of her favorite hobbies was reading and writing. And so, May decided upon reading and writing letters for those who could not, in return for a small fee. Being the organized girl she was, she planned everything out carefully, and soon her business reaped profits. Though not much, after paying for paper and writing utensils, May had managed to earn a small amount of money, and always gave all of it to August, to spend on food and clothing and other neccasities. Many years later, May had discovered an opening as a royal footman, and immediatly informed August. Though the parting was sad, August made much more money as a royal footman then he ever did doing odd jobs around the town. Soon afterwards however, August discovered openings for royal maids. May was torn between going to the castle or staying with her younger siblings, but, in the end, she favored logic over emotion, knowing her younger brothers would need the money more then they would need her. But, to the delight of the entire family, April soon found positions as waiters for Winter and River, and the family was once again reunited. To this day, May continues to care for her family in her own way, helping with planning and preperations.

~ May's one fear is of being betrayed again. After her father abandoned them, she refused to trust anyone except her siblings, mostly just not talking to people unless neccasary. She fears that one day, somehow, someone will win her over, and then dissapear, as if they never cared about her to begin with, thus her cold demeanor and unwillingness to make friends. As a result of this however, she doesn't have anyone to confide in. Of course, she has her siblings for most things, and she is especially close to her sisters, but there are some things you simply don't tell your family. And since she bottles up her emotions, instead of letting them all out every now and then, she can become very depressed at times. May is a very logical girl, and hardly ever says or does anything off of emotion alone, but the few times she does, its for her family. If someone insults May, or hurts her feelings, or does anything bad to her, then, yes, they'll certainly regret it, as May will instantly begin to talk logically and tell them exactly why they're wrong, but if somebody so much as offends a member of her family, she can become incredibly protective and angry. When she is protecting her family is the only time when May will go outside the boundaries of logic, and act on emotion instead. She hates this, and wishes she could manage to keep her cool in those situations as well, but she just can't stop herself once she becomes enraged. May generally dislikes anything too sweet, be it candy or cake or even tea with too much sugar. She also despises people who are loud in a disrespectful manner. Living with June, she has learned to put up with loud people in general, but she can't stand people who are loud for the sake of being obnouxious.

~ May is very studious, and an incredibly fast learner when it comes to studying, so it is safe to say that her biggest strength is her intelligence. She excels in anything that requires thought, and could be considered the "brains" in the Viena family. May is an incredible writer, as she speant the marjority of her childhood writing and reading letters for others, and has very neat and tidy handwriting. She also enjoys fictional writing, but only her sisters know that. She also enjoys reading immensly, and can breeze through thick books in a matter of days, even with all the work she does. Although May isn't very picky or needy, she secretly loves to indulge in luxuries such as expensive coffee or cushy furniture. It makes her feel amazing about herself, being surrounded by expensive items fit for a caste 2, but she is incredibly ashamed of it, and doesnt even tell her sisters, whom she normally tells most everything.

~ If you were to observe May in front of other people, and then in front of her family, you'd think she has a split personality, but her family knows better. In truth, May is simply afraid of being betrayed again. After all, if your own father abandons you, then what hope do you have with other people? The reason why she even trusts her family is because they have repeatedly showed their love and loyalty to her. If someone else was to do the same she would probably end up trusting them, but she never gives anybody else the opportunity to prove themselves to her. In front of her family, though still quiet, May is very caring, and never lets any signs of distress from her siblings go unnoticed. However, in front of pretty much everyone else, she is quiet, and often mistaken for shy, though that is immediatly cleared up if somebody makes her angry.

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• Father, Paul
• Mother Lilliana
• Older Brother, Eldest Sibling, August, 25
• Older Sister, Eldest Triplet, April, 19
• Younger Sister, Youngest Triplet, June, 19
• Younger Brother, 2nd Youngest Sibling, Winter, 16
• Youngest Brother, Youngest Sibling, River, 15 (hide spoiler)]




Summary

~ I'm a simple girl with simple needs. And complicated wants. ~

• Book Worm
• Secretly Enjoys Indulging On Luxuries
• 3rd Oldest Child
• 2nd Oldest Triplet
• Quiet And Introverted
• Acts On Fact Rather Then Emotion
• Becomes Very Outspoken When Provoked
• Very Family Oriented
• Organized
• Studious
• Fast Learner
• Royal Maid

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(view spoiler)[Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ﹐ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀʟᴀᴅs﹐ ɪs ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ ᴀɴᴅ Zᴇʟᴅᴀ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ. Iᴛ ᴡᴀs ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴇʟʟᴀ. Aʟʟ I ᴀsᴋ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴀsᴋ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ɪᴛ’s ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. Tʜᴀɴᴋs ᴛᴏ Lᴇᴇɴᴀ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴅᴀᴍɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢ. (hide spoiler)]

ᴘᴀʀᴛ Ⅰ



“I ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇ I ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ ﹣ ʙᴜᴛ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ sᴍᴇʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜs ᴅᴀᴍᴘ ɢʀᴀss ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢʀᴏᴡs ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴏʟᴅ ᴡᴀʟʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴏᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʟᴇᴇᴠᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ɪs ᴀ ᴍᴏssʏ sʜᴇʟᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴄᴀᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ ᴊᴜsᴛ ғɪᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ.” {Zᴇʟᴅᴀ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}

∘ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ∘ Celeste Archibald-Hewitt
∘ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ∘ Derived from the French céleste which is from the Latin caelestis (celestial, heavenly).
∘ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ﹙s﹚ ∘ Cellie, C, Celery

“A ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ sᴜᴄᴄᴇss ɪs ᴀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏs ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴀʀᴅs ᴀs ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟʟʏ ᴀs ɪғ sʜᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴘʟᴀɪɴ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}



∘ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ∘ Ashley Moore


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Celeste is a tall girl with a beautiful dark skin tone. Her skin is a light brown, and she has long limbs and slim shoulders.
Celeste's eyes are the perfect almond shape; wide and gorgeous. Her irises are colored a deep brown, with flecks of gold here and there.
Celeste calls her hair The Moneymaker. She loves her natural tight curls, and barely ever has it straightened. It's only ever straight for special events. Usually she makes sure to care for her long curls like crazy. Her hair has honestly knocked into a couple people, it's just big and bouncy.

∘ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ∘ 5'7
∘ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ∘ 126 lbs
∘ sᴛʏʟᴇ ∘ Celeste is a very style-centric person. She loves her clothes and thinks styling is an art form, as does her best friend Bex. Celeste is usually wearing some kind of dress or romper, but occasionally you'll see her in a cute pair of shorts and a brightly colored top. Her makeup is always done to a t, with countless products collaborating to make her face look even more fantastic than it does naturally.

“Aʟʟ I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɪs ᴠᴇʀʏ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɪʀʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsɪʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ ɪs ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ﹣ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ” {Zᴇʟᴅᴀ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}



∘ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ∘ Female
∘ ᴀɢᴇ ∘ 17
∘ sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ∘ Heterosexual

∘ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ∘ August 5th
∘ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ∘ 2:36 PM
∘ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ∘ Angeles, Illea

“I ғᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ﹐ ʜᴇʀ sɪɴᴄᴇʀɪᴛʏ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ғʟᴀᴍɪɴɢ sᴇʟғ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ. Aɴᴅ ɪᴛ·s ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs I·ᴅ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ﹐ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴡɪʟᴅ sᴜsᴘɪᴄɪᴏɴs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ·ᴛ ᴀʟʟ sʜᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ. I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}



»ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴛʀɪᴀᴛs«
⑅ Confident
⑅ Cheeky
⑅ Flirtatious
⑅ Arrogant
⑅ Blunt
⑅ Spunky

Celeste isn't the sort of girl that people love right away. She's a lot of work, a lot of maintenance, and it takes a special kind of person to make a good friend for her. She's extremely confident, bordering on being arrogant. Celeste believes that she's perfect, and there's nothing she would change about herself. She loves her appearance and her attitude and thinks the way she treats people is just fine, even though sometimes she goes too far. Being better than people is a bit of an issue for Celeste, because she has a lot of love for herself, and happens to think that other people are just sub par compared to her. There's very few people that she'll admit are better than her, and only one or two that she actually looks up to. Celeste of course admits that the king, queen, and their children are superior to her, but even they have their moments. She's alright with some of the duchesses, but the Dukes and the diplomats are usually just too cocky for her liking. The Royal stylist, Celeste's boss, made it onto the list. But at the very top of that list is Bex. Celeste aspires to be like her best friend in a lot of ways, but is way too stubborn to give up her usual ways. Celeste is always full of energy and spunk, ready to smack someone down with words (since she doesn't have a lot of muscle). She's blunt when she talks, and has basically no filter. She says what she wants, when she wants to say it, and doesn't really care what others think of her. The only one who's seen the other side of Celeste is Bex, and they both know it's a secret to be kept. Celeste wouldn't want people to know that she can be sweet and caring when she wants to be, because then they'd expect it all the time.

»ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs«
⑅ Bex
⑅ Parties
⑅ Fashion
⑅ Makeup
⑅ Gowns (especially when she gets to wear them)
⑅ Flirting
⑅ Dark haired men

»ᴀᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴs«
⑅ Being ignored
⑅ Weak people
⑅ Whiners
⑅ Dumb people
⑅ Squirrels (she's actually terrified of them)

»ᴀᴘᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇs«
⑅ Styling
⑅ Protecting Bex
⑅ Speaking her mind

»ᴅᴇғɪᴄɪᴇɴᴄɪᴇs«
⑅ Harsh temper
⑅ Is often rude (but doesn't care)
⑅ Disrespectful

»ᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀs ﹠ ғᴇᴀʀs«
⑅ Squirrels
⑅ Losing Bex



“Nᴏ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏғ ғɪʀᴇ, ᴏʀ ғʀᴇsʜɴᴇss, ᴄᴀɴ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴛᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ʜɪs ɢʜᴏsᴛʟʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}

(view spoiler)[Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ﹐ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀʟᴀᴅs﹐ ɪs ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ ᴀɴᴅ Zᴇʟᴅᴀ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ. Iᴛ ᴡᴀs ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴇʟʟᴀ. Aʟʟ I ᴀsᴋ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴀsᴋ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ɪᴛ’s ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. Tʜᴀɴᴋs ᴛᴏ Lᴇᴇɴᴀ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴅᴀᴍɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢ. (hide spoiler)]

ᴘᴀʀᴛ Ⅱ




“Wʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴄɪᴢɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏ ᴏɴᴇ...ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ·ᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ·ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}

sᴛᴀɢᴇ Ⅰ – ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ
Celeste Archibald-Hewitt was born on a hot summer afternoon, with a young mother in tears and a bittersweet air in the hospital room. It wasn't a regular birth, with a doting mother and excited father, with grandparents waiting anxiously outside. No it was just one person. One sad sixteen year old girl with tears spilling down her cheeks. Her boyfriend was waiting in the hospitals lobby, ready to bring her home, but just her, just the young girl. They didn't want the baby, not because they hated children, but because they couldn't handle the responsibility yet. Two teenagers that were still in school, not having time for babies or being parents. It hurt to give up the little girl they brought into this world, but it would've hurt more to give up their whole lives for her. But before she left, the young girl with ebony skin and bright eyes named her daughter; Celeste. It was a name that she felt was holy and magical, so she gave that to her daughter as her final present to her before leaving her at the hospital, so be picked up by parents that would raise her better. Because surely someone would adopt her. And soon a young couple did. Their names were Rachel Archibald and Alana Hewitt, a lesbian couple that had gotten married the previous year. They both felt ready to start a family, and after applying for months and going through interviews, home inspections, and background checks, they were finally chosen. They we're ecstatic to be getting a baby girl, and as soon as they came to the hospital, fell in love with little Celeste. She was a happy little baby, with big brown eyes and soft skin, she was perfect. But when they brought her home, Celeste wasn't exactly the poster child for domestic bliss. She cried all the time. And not just because she was hungry or she needed a diaper change or anything like that. She just cried, and cried and cried, because she didn't like being put down. She didn't like being left alone in her room, or when her mommies decided to leave the house and leave her with some babysitter, she didn't like it. She only ever wanted to be with her mommies, and that was just that. She caused havoc for the baby sitter and then became an instant angel when they came home and took her into their arms again. Even when Celeste was a baby, Alana used to sit in a rocking chair with Celeste until she fell asleep, otherwise the poor thing would cry all night long, until she literally couldn't cry anymore. So Alana and Rachel had to spend a lot of time with her. They were both professors that the prestigious Illea University, in Angeles. Rachel taught history and a Alana taught agriculture technology, and they made very good money to take home to their little Celeste. As a toddler, Celeste was thrown into the world of school, with other children, and she wasn't sure how she felt about that. Being an only child was something that she loved, because she could have all the attention on her. She could put on a little show and see her mommies smile and clap at only her. She could dress up and run a tea party by herself, with her teddy bears and her teacups, she didn't have to share anything. But when it came to school, she suddenly was required to share with children she didn't know, and even children that weren't nice to her. See, Rachel and Alana let Celeste decide what she wanted to do with herself. They let her pick her own clothing and hairstyles, and encouraged her to be herself, telling her that she was always beautiful and amazing. And Celeste chose her natural hair, her curly, poofy, bouncy hair, because she loved it, and it was unique. All the other kids had straight, boring hair, but the thought it was okay to pick on Celeste for her miniature Afro. They would come up behind her and pull on the strands of her hair, or names, or look at her funny. But the thing was, Celeste wasn't a victim. When a kid pulled on her hair, she turned around and kicked him/her with her pretty pink shoe. And when they called her names, she fluffed her hair and called them jealous. She didn't like the other kids at all, but she did like herself. She thought her hair was just fine, and didn't let anyone bully her about it. She got sent home a lot for kicking and screaming at other kids, but she didn't care, she walked out of day care with her head held high. And then there was preschool, and Celeste met her best friend. Bex was a girl her age with big brown eyes. They were very big. Very pretty, but kids at preschool didn't pay attention to that part, they only cared about the shy, quiet Bex having something that they could pick on. They called her names for her big eyes, and by snack time, poor Bex would be crying in the bathroom. And celeste thought Bex was pretty, and she didn't like the bullies. So she went up to Bex one day and sat beside her, told her that her eyes were very pretty, and then gave a steely glare to the kids in the preschool. They were all only five years old, maybe four, but they understood. Celeste was gonna keep Bex safe. And that was final.


sᴛᴀɢᴇ ⅠⅠ – ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ
And Celeste really did mean it. It wasn't like she took Bex prisoner as her friend, ether. The two really did click, and became best friends as if it were their second nature to. They did everything together, and people were vastly confused by them. Celeste was loud and bossy, vibrant and rude constantly. But Bex wasn't like that. She was sweet and kind, silly and very smart. But celeste rolled her eyes at those people, because Bex certainly had a glint in her eye that showed she wasn't such a simple girl. She liked being in charge just as much as Celeste did; Bex just handled it in a more diplomatic way, so people assumed that they were odd friends. It was a perfect match, though, and Celeste loved Bex more like a sister than she did a best friend. Celeste and Bex quickly found that kids were very impressionable, and as soon as they hit middle school, they declared themselves to be in charge. It was like a gang of sixth graders, really, but it worked for all of them. Bex and Celeste were called the queens, and their small group of friends around them were called minions. Silly as it sounds, it stuck. Because Celeste was the first girl in their grade to get a boyfriend, and that was apparently a huge deal, even though she found him to be stupid and terribly boring, and broke up with him very publicly a few days after getting together. High school was even better for Celeste, and happened to be the place that she really found her calling. In ninth grade she and Bex were still considered to be at the top of the food chain, but Celeste's grades never did that well. She would get so tragically bored in class that she stopped paying attention and zoned out, staring out the window instead of listening to the lesson. And then there were the boys, and they were always a welcome distraction. They were drawn to celeste because of her obvious confidence and fun aura, and they all offered to skip school with her, to take her wherever she wanted, and Celeste didn't say no. She would go out, most of the time with Bex, but sometimes just with a minion, and meet the boys in the early morning, spend all day at the beach with them or dodging guards in the town square. It gave her a thrill, and with how little she cared for school, it was a much better place to spend her days. And the boys were always fun. She picked different ones to give her attention to on different days, and they always ended up kissing and doing forbidden things together, just how they hoped the day would end. Bex would click her tongue and tell Celeste how bad she was, but she didn't care. It was her life, right? So she could live it how she wanted to. And her mothers tried to talk some sense into their daughter, especially when they discovered how friendly she was with all the men in her class, and how badly her grades were doing. But they couldn't get through to her, and thankfully loved her all the same, even if she was a raging party girl with only one ambition; styling. They didn't understand why celeste liked it so much, but she never talked about anything besides Bex and her fashion. She was always wearing the best outfits, her hair and makeup done to a t. It was easy to see that the young girl had a gift for it, but Rachel and Alana had no idea how she could turn that into a job. But Celeste did. In their Junior year of high school, she and Celeste heard about a job opportunity at the palace as assistants to the main stylists. Celeste was ready to apply, and she taught Bex everything she knew. Alana and Rachel didn't exactly approve, but the girls went to apply for the job anyway, and during the interviews, they showed their skills and proved that they could do it, and sure enough, they were selected for the job. Celeste is grateful for the chance to be able to do her dream job, and since her first day at the palace, she's seen it as a perfect fit. She gets to assist in dressing all of the Royal family, and advises the maids on how exactly to do their makeup (often times she gives the maids the boot and just does the tasks herself). And being in the palace with Bex is the best place she can imagine, it's been an absolute whirlwind.

“Aɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴇᴀᴋʟɪɴɢs...ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ·ʀᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ sᴀʏs ᴛʜᴇʏ·ʀᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ﹐ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴏsᴇ.” {Zᴇʟᴅᴀ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}



ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛɪᴇs
≄ Birth parents, unknown
≄ Alana Archibald-Hewitt

≄ Rachel Archibald-Hewitt


((Are her parents Beyoncé and Rosie Huntington Whiteley? Yes. Yes they are.))

ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏsᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴs
≄ Bex


ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs
≄ Plenty, but no one of significance

ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢ Greek Tragedy / The Wombats



“Sᴏ ᴡᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴏɴ﹐ ʙᴏᴀᴛs ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ﹐ ʙᴏʀɴᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴇᴀsᴇʟᴇssʟʏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}

Well OBVIOUSLY she's approved and I love her to death and you did such a good job and omg Bex will be done today darnit!

Yay!! Im glad you like her lady, can't WAIT for Bex omg im so excited @.@

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                                              【Ｉｎｔｒｏｄｕｃｉｎｇ】


                                                      Bᴇx Gʀᴀᴜᴅɪɴ

◖Bex, Bex is a nickname of Rebecca, meaning 'To Bind'
◖Adeia, Adeia is of Greek origin, meaning 'Permission'
◖Graudin,
◖Anais Pouliot
 
              

◖ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ᴀɢᴇ 17〔years of age〕
◖Bɪʀᴛʜ Dᴀᴛᴇ July 3〔Angeles Hospital〕
◖Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ 〔Female〕
◖Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Pʀᴇғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ 〔Heterosexual〕
◖Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs 〔Single〕
◖Sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ Cʟᴀss Caste〔6〕
◖Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 〔Stylist apprentice〕


                   Ｄｅｔａｉｌｓ   ｏｆ  Ｔｈｉｓ  Ｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒｓ  Ｆｏｒｍ

                           
                           
(view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]

Bex Aryn Graudin is a girl that keeps you guessing, she has these looks she gives, their shy and tentative, but then she laughs and you wonder if you imagined the shy look after all? Her voice is soft and sweet, lyrical almost, its raised rarely. Her light brown hair is usually down, she doesn't put it up that often, and if she does its quite messy, but cute looking on the young girl. Her eyes are a soft brown, and some say they are almost doe like. She has full, pink lips, and a small nose, her jaw is slightly angular, and her neck is narrow. Bex stands at 5'3, rather on the short side compared to some of her friends, and weighs in at 110 lb. Her style is simple, mostly she goes for comfort, unless she's working, then its all about the latest craze, because she wants her boss to be impressed as well as the royal family so she doesn't get booted from the apprentice program she is a part of.



                                                            Ｉｎｔｅｒｅｓｔｓ


◖ Books
To read is a grand adventure, that's what Bex will tell you if you ask her why she reads so much. Though she's never left the country physically, Bex has enjoyed travelling many places through books, some places are real, while others are only fictional. She falls hard for boys in books, and can't help but get emotional when her favorite character dies, sometimes falling into a slump because of it even. Her parents think her attachment to fictional characters is unhealthy, while others completely understand and give her some sympathy.

◖ Vintage
The past is something that intrigues Bex to no end, anything and everything vintage that she can find, she gets, as long as she has the money. She's into the clothing more than anything, enjoying the vintage looks, sometimes she even makes replica's herself. She has a few vinyls, but not record player, still she likes to have them. A locket graces her neck, it's from a very long time ago, but its pure silver so its lasted over the years and through everything, it has a picture of her best friend in it, Celeste, when she was a little girl.

◖ Exercising
Some like to exercise to keep in shape, or for their health, or just because it feels good. Bex exercises because she feels she has to, her mother encourages her unhealthy obsession with exercise, while her father tries to reassure her that she's perfect and doesn't need to worry about such things. Running is her go-to exercise, but she also practices yoga, cardio, and has recently added in some kick-boxing. If she doesn't get at least one run a day she feels guilty, and works out twice as hard the next day to make up for her slack.

◖ Hanging out with her Bestie
Celeste. That's the name of Bex's best friend, the two have been thick as thieves since they were little kids, Celeste knows every detail, secret, flaw, and dream of Bex's. She holds nothing, well mostly nothing, back from her friend. They say they're long lost sisters, and tend to do everything together. Bex is kind of attached to Celeste, she would probably die if her friend died, she would die from heartbreak. If, when, whatever, she finds a boyfriend, he must be approved by Celeste and get along with her bestie, or its just not going to happen.



                                     Ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈｓ，   Ｗｅａｋｎｅｓｓｅｓ，   Ｆｅａｒｓ


Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs
◖Compassionate Bex is a very emotional person, she shows sympathy, love, care, and understanding to those that need it most. Its not something she can help, her mother says often that the broken are attracted to her like moths to light.

◖Loyal If ever you want a friend that will never stab you in the back, and would literally lay their life down for you, well this is the girl you want in your pocket. She takes secrets to the grave, literally, and she would never betray a friend purposely. Sometimes she may do something to hurt someones feelings but it is never, ever on purpose.

◖Empathetic Bex picks up easily on the emotions of others, and she feels those emotions tenfold. Its hard for her to be around people that are overly angry or sad constantly, its too overwhelming for her, and she has to distance herself from such people.

Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs
◖Self-conscious Bex has been told she's pretty by some, but her mother has never seen her as good enough, so Bex is very self-conscious. She see's fat where there isn't any, and flaws that no one else in their right mind could possibly see. She's leery about anything that's too feminine or revealing because of this, and only wears such things when her bff talks her into it.

◖Weight Her own weight is a huge issue for her, she thinks she's as big as an elephant, when its evident she's not. Bex has had weight issues with herself since she was five years old, that's when her mom told her she was too chubby for the first time and began critiquing what the little girl ate and wore, its stuck with her over the years.

◖Perfectionist It better be done right or not at all, Bex is a bit of a perfectionist. It drives some crazy, while others are more understanding about this quirk of hers. She has to have things done right, and it has to be right in her eyes, not anyone elses.

Fᴇᴀʀs
◖Pocrescophobia Fear of gaining weight
◖Autodysomophobia Fear of one that has a vile odor
◖Scabiophobia Fear of scabies
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     【Ａ  Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｉｃａｌ   Ｃｏｍｐｉｌａｔｉｏｎ   Ｉｓ   Ｕｐｏｎ   Ｙｏｕ】

Henry and Kailee were young and in love, at 17 they ran away together to elope, because their parents said they were too young for marriage, and that it was only puppy love, it would never last past the first year. Oh how wrong they were, it not only lasted past the first year, but it never ended, not yet at least. Kailee being a Caste 4 went into reality, and was very successful, Henry was a Jewelry maker, a trade his father had taught him growing up. So between the two of them they made quite a good living, and could afford to live comfortably and then some. She became pregnant at 21, and seemed happy with being so. The nine months flew by, and soon Kailee was having her first, and would be only, baby, she and Henry decided to name the sweet little thing Bex Aryn, she had plump cheeks, which she would surely outgrow right? Dark hair, and brown eyes that gazed around curiously. Kailee loved her from the moment she saw her, but it was sort of conditional love, or so her husband thought. Because from day one she was talking about how chunky their little one was, and told asked questions like "Will she get smaller as she grows?" "Is there a diet for babies?" "Do you consider her obese?" When the child was perfectly normal, and healthy, she wasn't even that chubby, she was at a good weight, her doctors told her so, as did Henry. He thought that their daughter was perfection, and couldn't hold her enough when he was home from work. Despite her comments, Kailee really did care about the child, in her own way, and would never know how much her words would effect Bex later on life.

Bex was in daycare while her parents were at work, this is where she met Celeste, her best friend. They were four years old and bumped into each on the playground, it was friendship at first sight. The girls seemed to just click immediately, and the rest is history. The reasoning for the bond was originally because Celeste was sticking up for Bex, you see her shyness made a lot of the kids want to make fun of her, and Bex just took it. Until Celeste came along, and then she didn't really stick up for herself still, but Celeste did and Bex stood up for Celeste. Bex's parents, as well as Celeste's Moms found themselves getting the girls together several times a week, and even at such a young age they were already doing sleepovers on weekends, only once a month though. They limited it to once a month until they got older, mostly because the girls would go to each others houses every weekend of the year if the parents allowed it. You rarely saw one without the other, and during the summer the little girls would spend weeks at each others houses, playing dress up and having backyard campouts together, playing with their dolls and pretending to be in the royal palace of Illea. They made a pact as little girls, that they would indeed one day be in the Palace, they would work there, no matter what it took. They were two little girls with big dreams, and a lot of will power, once they put their minds to something, well there was no stopping them really. Kailee didn't mind the girls and their bonding, dreams and fancy ideas. She was always doting on Celeste like she was one of her own, but she compared Bex to her when Celeste wasn't there, and that hurt Bex's feelings. Of course she never told Celeste that her mother did this, she knew it would either end badly with Celeste going off on her mom, or Celeste feeling guilty and not wanting to cause harm between mother and daughter, so she kept it to herself. The main thing Kailee did was ask, "Why can't you watch your figure like she does?" But Celeste didn't, she was just naturally the way she was, she ate like any normal child, unlike Bex who picked at her food and constantly worried about her weight.




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As they made their way towards being teenagers the two girls became very popular at school. Celeste was the pretty, curvaceous girl that had everyone wrapped around her thumb, and Bex was the soft spoken, shy one that kept everyone guessing. The two were a powerhouse team against their school and made sure that they had a foot in the door with everything. Middle school was really where it took off and they found themselves in over their heads, but they dealt with it well and no one was the wiser. Bex started to get into the political side of things at school while Celeste did all the fun stuff, they both were on dance committee's and event committee's, wanting to make sure that they never had to go to something boring. Mostly when it came to decorating though they just told their 'minions' aka followers, what to do and how to do it. Highschool was a little different, Celeste was more absent than there, and half the time Bex tagged along, even though she kind of cared about her grades and staying in office. But still it was fun, and they got to do things they'd never get to do otherwise. Bex even met a boy her Sophomore year, Sammy, he was tall and dark, and he had this bad boy swagger to him that Bex couldn't help but be attracted to. They dated for almost a year before she found out he was sleeping with half the cheerleading team, that was when he broke it off, before she could even do it. Celeste kind of went crazy on him and he actually transferred schools, which made Bex happy, but she was still left heartbroken and swearing off men in general. Her mother thought she was too young to be in love anyway and was glad that the whole thing fell apart, she encouraged Bex to keep her grades up so that she could make something of herself. Her dad was more supportive and sympathetic, as well as Celeste, obviously. It didn't help that later on she heard that she wasn't 'thin' enough for Sammy, that only added to her weight issues.

Junior year and things started to go weird, Celeste was gone from school more often than not, and she was teaching Bex about fashion and style during all their free time. Bex started to get a little bit concerned with her party hard friend, and wondered what was going to happen next. That was when Celeste suggested they go apply for some position that was open at the palace for two stylist apprentices, now this was unexpected, but Bex was all for it. It would mean they could move, get away from their parents, yeah she loved her dad but her mom was so overbearing. So they did, they applied, performed their skills for the interviewer, and then waited. But not for long, soon they had a call back saying that they'd been accepted and could start right away! Bex's dad was very sad but he supported it and her, Kailee supported Bex too, mostly because Celeste would be right there too, and because maybe Bex would meet someone important there and get married to someone that would raise their social status. Bex happily left home with her bestie and moved on to new things. She loves her boss and the environment she's been thrust into, and she does her job very well. Bex hasn't met anyone new to date yet, but hey there's lots of hopefuls at the palace, and she and Celeste have found that flirting can be found in just about any part of the palace if you looked hard enough. She's also made friends with a girl named Roma, Celeste did too, they seem to be popular at the palace, princesses of the staff as some say, they're just as popular there as in high school.



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◖Family
Henry
Kailee

◖Friends

Celeste, her soul mate, friend wise, her other half, the one she reveals her secrets to and would runaway with in a heartbeat if asked

◖The Deceased



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Approved X10000 I love her!! So glad the asshole had to transfer schools omg Cx

Well Celeste wouldn't put up with that XD so I thought it was safe to say she was pretty awful to him