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[sub][color=f989f2][b]Megara Brianna Reese[/b][/color][/sub][/center]


[color=f989f2]Birthday:[/color]
[indent]April 2nd, 2006; 12:03 A.M.[/indent]


[color=f989f2]Age:[/color]
[indent]13 wonderful years[/indent]

[color=f989f2]Appearance:[/color]
[center]You see her up at the top there? I know you see her.
Short even for her age.
Light weight.
She considers herself to be ‘spry,’ if she were asked to define herself in one word.[/center]

[color=f989f2]Position:[/color]
[indent]Youngest child in the Reese Family. At least that isn’t missing.[/indent]

[color=f989f2]Secret:[/color]
[indent]Family Known: [i]Really[/i] likes to burn stuff
Abi has been informed by Megara’s psychiatrist that there’s a chance she might be a [i]little[/i] sociopathic.
Closed Secret: ;)[/indent]

[color=f989f2]School[/color] 
[indent]She is in the eighth grade.[/indent]

[color=f989f2]Occupation[/color]
[indent]Babysits sometimes. Is very clear that she has no intention of ever working ta the family diner. Voluntarily does community service, anywhere from picking up litter, to reading to younger children at the library. She also tries to attend city council meetings when she can.

She’s looking at picking up a paper route or something. These hobbies are expensive and SHE’S GOT NO MONEY.[/indent]

[color=f989f2]Personality:[/color]
[indent]First and foremost, Megara is smart. She’s smarter than she should be at her age, and has happily been in the gifted students program for a few years now — something she hopes will bleed over to her higher education. Secondly, Megara can take care of herself, and is very proud of her ability to do so. She only needs the help of adults when she wants to go somewhere her bike won’t take her; a very rare occurrence.

Even so, she’s warm and friendly when she’s with the right people. She likes to talk and tell people her ideas, of which she has many. She thinks it’s important to win friends and be able to influence people; she understands this even at a young age. There are still a lot of lessons she needs to learn… mostly about love and betrayal, but for the most part she’s read enough to prepare her for the worst.

She’s also recently found herself to be hyper competitive. She likes to play Yu-Gi-Oh! online and would go to locals if she could. She’s finding it hard to do two things: 1) find people who play Yu-Gi-Oh! in 2018 in real life, and 2) afford the actual real cards she needs to build her deck. She’s [i]almost there.[/i] Okay, not really.

All in all, she’s very much your run of the mill 13-year-old girl. She hasn’t been shaken to the core like one would expect by either her mother’s suicide nor her father and little sister’s disappearance. She’s taking both things quite well; so well, in fact, that she’s been banished to therapy as a result of it.[/indent]

[color=f989f2]Short Bio:[/color]

[hider=Click Me I’m Important I Promise][indent][indent][color=gray][b]“What do you like to do, when you’re alone?”[/b][/color]

At first, Megara didn’t answer the therapist; she just stared at him like she was wondering why he’d ask something so… pointless. [color=f989f2][b]“I dunno? Burn stuff, I guess.”[/b][/color] There, that seemed like a solid answer, and it was followed up by the scribbling in a notepad, before the doctor asked her another question.

[color=gray][b]“That’s it, huh? Do you have any movies you like to watch..?”[/b][/color]

[color=f989f2][b]“TRON: Legacy. Hey, Doc, aren’t you supposed to ask me questions about my dead mom and my missing dad and sister?”[/b][/color] Megara’s voice wasn’t shakey, and didn’t betray an emotion other than confusion. [color=f989f2][b]“I’m pretty sure that’s what we pay you the big bucks for. You’re supposed to help me ‘cope.’ Whatever that means. It kinda seems like a sham to me. I come. We talk. I leave. I feel the same. And [i]you[/i], sir, have a big notepad filled with notes about a thirteen year old girl...”[/b][/color]

[color=gray][b]“Well… That’s not wrong… Okay. Let’s try your way. How do you feel about your mother’s death? Upset? Sad? Angry, perhaps?”[/b][/color]

[color=f989f2][b]“None of the above. Annoyed is a better word for how I feel.”[/b][/color] Megara adjusted in the large, comfortable armchair she was seated in. Maybe now they’d make some progress! The sooner she was classified as ‘cured,’ the sooner she could stop giving up two hours of her precious summertime on Fridays. There was more scratching on the notepad before another nod, and another question thrown her way.

[color=gray][b]“That’s a strange emotion to pick…”[/b][/color]

[color=f989f2][b]“No. It isn’t. I’m annoyed. My mother took the coward’s way out, and now I’m sitting here talking to you. It should be her in this chair, not me. She didn’t even try to deal with it, she just… did what she did.”[/b][/color] Bitter. Exhausted. [color=f989f2][b]“And now, because I’m ‘the baby’ and I’m so ‘shaken’ by what’s happened, I’m here. Because they think I need it, and they can’t even think for one second that I might just be as okay as I told them I am. At least I’m keeping your lights on, right? Not to [i]mention[/i] that I have to do my own hair every morning!”[/b][/color]

[color=gray][b]“...what of your father and younger sister?”[/b][/color]

[color=f989f2][b]“I just wish he’d taken with me instead of Maya. Maybe then I wouldn’t have to go through therapy, and kids and adult around town wouldn’t treat me differently…  Like I’m ‘broken,’ or whatever. I’m sure that Dad will be back when he wants to be.”[/b][/color]

[color=gray][b]“Have you stopped to consider if they… never come back?”[/b][/color]

[color=f989f2][b]“I already lost one. What’s another?”[/b][/color]

Stinging bitterness.

More scribbling in the notebook. [color=gray][b]“I think we’re out of time for this week, Meg… Same time, same place?”[/b][/color]

[color=f989f2][b]“Like I have a choice.”[/b][/color][/indent][/indent][/hider]

[indent]She was born to make a difference.

Megara has always been one step ahead of her peers. A little smarter, a little more clever, a little more aware of her surroundings. She tries to be ‘active’ and a part of her community, going to the most lengths that a thirteen year old can to do such. She’s no political activist, at least not yet, but she does volunteer at the animal shelter, clean up the parks, and is a favorite of the library’s reading buddy program.

She’s very young, and for her history there’s not much to tell. She grew up happy, and loved — like all the Reese children. She was never very dependent on her family though; from the moment she could walk, she’s gone wherever she wanted, and largely done what she wanted. By the time she was nine, she got herself up and ready for school, and was even capable of making her own food. If not pancakes, then at least toaster waffles.

For the most part, she didn’t draw attention in the family. She blended in — at best. She was quiet at home, didn’t speak out, never did anything wrong, and took care of herself. It wasn’t until her mother committed suicide that attention was drawn to Megara. Very suddenly and very abruptly, people wanted to know how she was feeling, how she was doing it. The simple truth of the matter:

[color=f989f2][b]“Fine.”[/b][/color]

Wasn’t enough for them. Everyone around her, from her teachers to her older siblings assumed she was bottling up her emotions, and she wound up in therapy as a result. Every Friday, for two hours. Every. Single. Friday. It’s torture, and she’s not sure why no understands that she’s as fine as she says she is. They were getting close to making a ‘breakthrough,’ which Megara hoped meant she was finally going to be free of this burden…

And then her father up and disappeared, and her apparent steadfastness with this new outcome has put her back at square one with the therapist and everyone around her.

If another person asks her ‘how are you doing...?’ she’s going to scream.[/indent][/hider]