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[b]Full Name:[/b] Arla Lune Adams		[b]Pronunciation:[/b] ARE-luh LOON

[b]Alias:[/b] Lune Smithington. To keep things simple and easy to remember, she’s going by her middle name mixed with her best friend’s surname.

[b]Age:[/b] 16, a month shy of 17.

[b]On the Run For:[/b] Two days.

[b]Role in Circus:[/b] To be determined.

[b]Race:[/b] Well, she [i]thinks[/i] she’s human. Just a strange one. The truth of it is more complicated; her father was half human, half light elemental, while her mother was a shadow elemental who took on a human form for the half-breed she’d fallen in love with. Needless to say, no one was exactly happy with their arrangement, forbidden on two accounts—someone with human blood, and enemies in the elemental world. Her parents were killed for their love, but not before her mother managed to save Arla by abandoning her. The child’s birth was kept a secret only a select few besides her parents knew about, hoping to ensure her safety. For hers was a birth most would call impossible with the warring mix of elemental blood and powers.

[b]Appearance:[/b] Arla is a bit below average height at 5’3,” and has a rather small frame, making her weigh roughly around 110 lbs depending on the day. She has startling emerald green eyes and surprisingly fair skin for someone who often spends a decent amount of time outside. Though her wavy hair is naturally a shade of brown so dark it often looks black, she has died it blue since leaving, thanks to a kit her best friend gave her without her parents’ knowledge. She also always keeps her short nails painted metallic blue.

[b]Distinguishing Marks:[/b] Scars from a dog bite on her left arm. 

[b]Clothes Wear:[/b] She likes dressing simply and comfortably in blue jeans and a t-shirt of some kind, with a pair of comfortable shoes. She has a black belt decorated with a pattern of silver eyelets she loops through her usual jeans. A leather case is usually looped around it, in which she keeps her smaller digital camera for those quick shots you don’t want to miss in the moment. She also has a worn black leather jacket she found at a thrift store after realizing she forgot to stuff hers into her backpack, and it was starting to get cold at night sooner than she expected.

[b]Accessories:[/b] Besides her belt, a pair of small gold hoop earrings and fake emerald studs in a second piercing—a piercing she got in rebellion about a year ago. She barely managed to hide them from her parents until they had fully healed, then was careful to wear a second pair only when not around them. A necklace her best friend, Scarlett, gave her for her last birthday. It’s a simple star carved from jade, and hangs just below the hollow of her neck from a cord. One other accessory item she has is a ring; see “Cherished Item” for its description.

[b]Backpack Contents:[/b] A couple changes of clothes. A few pairs of socks. Small first aid kit. Compact sewing kit. Large water bottle that clips to the side. Wallet. Some bathroom necessities. A couple tubes of eyeliner she threw in there mostly just because she had room, alongside some blue matte lipstick. A bottle of sapphire nail polish she forgot she had in there. Her cameras—a smaller one she often keeps on her belt instead of in a backpack, the other her professional camera. There was no way she was leaving without them. Though, she DID leave her phone behind.

[b]Weapons:[/b] A hunting knife she stole from her dad’s long-neglected camping gear. She's pretty sure he got it because of a company-enforced retreat a few years ago, and hasn't used it since. It has about a five-inch blade and a simple brown cord-wrapped handle. Its sheath is capable of being looped onto her belt, which is where she's taken to keeping it. She also has the only “weapon” her parents would ever let her have with her; pepper spray. In a stupid-pink tube she has tried coloring over with Sharpie marker, only to have it rub off in an uneven pattern, making it a mottled blue-and-pink.

[b]Personality:[/b] Because of her unusual racial mix, she’s prone to extreme personality shifts depending on the day. Her parents at first thought she had some sort of mental disorder, but when pills didn’t help and she learned to force herself to act more “normal,” they decided instead it was just a phase. Her human blood helps with her ability to attempt keeping either elemental side of herself in check.
	[u]Either:[/u] Regardless of the time of day, she tends to lean more toward Tom Boy. Though she has her girly moments and enjoys the art of makeup, she still prefers loose clothes and a laid-back atmosphere. She has always been an active girl, and loves doing anything and everything that lets her move. Though, her parents like to squash those desires by forbidding her from doing anything they deem dangerous. Which, really, is pretty much everything she considers “fun.” Even track took no small amount of convincing.
	[u]During the Day:[/u] When the sun’s up and the light elemental in her is at its strongest, she’s more of a quiet, focused girl. Though a rebellious, bored side of her longs for more even here, it’s easier for her to play the part of the obedient good-girl. During the day, she finds it easier to devote herself to her studies, and has a rather sweet, if not shy and awkward, disposition around strangers. She’s light-hearted and fun when with friends, often more than happy to let her best friend take the lead in their activities rather than be the leader herself. Needless to say, her light elemental side takes more dominance during the day, but so does her human blood, adding to her more timid side.
	[u]During the Night:[/u] The night is when things get a bit more interesting. Her rebellious nature refuses to be held back. As darkness falls, she becomes more of a bold, independent girl willing to do or try just about anything. Though she retains some of her quiet nature, she becomes a leader rather than a follower, hating taking orders from others. She’s often overly confident, and tends to act out more against those who annoyed her during the day or in general. Though, she usually gets away with it… unless caught in the act. 
	[u]Twilight and Dawn:[/u] Yep, she’s even slightly effected differently during those few hours of twilight and dawn. Being a time of transitioning, she’s usually a strange mellow mix of her more extreme sides while one gives way to the other. Unless she’s just getting up at dawn. Then she’s a grumpy beast like any normal human being before coffee. 

 [b]Major Positive Traits:[/b] [u]Day:[/u] Sweet. Obedient. [u]Night:[/u] Outgoing. Bold. More of a leader/instigator. [u]Both:[/u] Active. Alert. Driven. Calculating.

[b]Major Negative Traits:[/b] [u]Day:[/u] Quiet. Passive. Timid. More of a follower. More prone to panicking. Tense. [u]Night:[/u] Can be callous. Rebellious. Pushy. A bit hot-headed. [u]Both:[/u] Impatient. Easily startled. Cynical. Untrusting.

[b]Magical Abilities:[/b] None that she’s encountered. Yet, anyway.

[b]Physical Abilities:[/b] Being a thin, wiry kind of girl, she is extremely flexible and fast. With her parents wanting her to take up some kind of extracurricular activities at school—looks good on a collage resume, as they say—she took up track, and always leaves everyone else in the dust, much to her school’s—and parents’—delight. She also has slightly heightened senses, including the occasional “sixth sense,” with insanely good night vision during the night, and a high light tolerance during the day.

[b]Physical Weaknesses:[/b] What she has in speed and agility, she lacks in the strength department.  Allergic to dogs. Though she is extremely fast, especially compared to your average human, she can’t maintain her top speed for long, and always has a greater need to replenish herself after a race or other extended run than most people. This is caused by her supernatural abilities mixed with human form and blood—even with her supernatural heritage, the human aspect to her winds up needing more sustenance to keep up with her elemental sides.

[b]Racial Weaknesses:[/b] During the day, her vision in the dark sucks. Likewise, at night, she has a low light tolerance, bright lights stinging her eyes and giving her a headache. Though she hasn’t encountered any magic yet, she also possesses your typical elemental weaknesses during their designated time of day. At night, she’s weak against any light-based attacks or weapons, during the day any darkness-based ones.

[b]Fears:[/b] Becoming like her adoptive parents, or what they want her to be. Of never finding somewhere she can truly call home, a place where the people would want her to be nothing but who she truly is. Large dogs, thanks to being attacked by one of her old neighbor had when she was young. During the day, she also has a fear of the dark, and can’t stand being away from light, favoring natural daylight, but does just fine in artificial light.

[b]Ticks and Tags:[/b] [u]Ticks:[/u] Fidgets with her ring when stressed. [u]Tags:[/u] Frequently taking photos, and often has her more professional camera hanging from a strap around her neck. If that one’s impractical, then she’ll have her smaller one with her. One way or another, she has a camera on her. Now she just has to figure out how to access the pictures besides viewing them via the cameras themselves.

[b]Family:[/b] [u]Adoptive Parents:[/u] Jennifer and Matthew Adams
		[u]Biological Parents:[/u] Unknown.

[b]Cherished Object:[/b] One of the only things she has to give her any kind of clue as to her unknown beginnings is a ring. Tucked into an envelope with her name on it, it fits her middle finger perfectly. It looks fairly simple; a narrow silver band with four stones in it like compass points, two onyx and two golden topaz. Engraved into the inside of the band are a series of looping, elegant symbols she’s positive are words. Despite asking the internet and a couple multilingual friends of her parents, she still has no clue what language it’s in, or if the swirling symbols even are words. And her adoptive parents had the respect to not mess with it until they gave it to her when she turned fourteen.

[b]Other:[/b] > Her adoptive parents told her once that her first name was actually Arlalune, but they decided that was quite the mouthful, so they separated it and had it legally changed to her first and middle. Made things easier on everyone, they said. > Her favorite color is blue. > She’s always wanted a pet—a cat or some type of lizard—but her parents never let her have one. > She loves photography, and has an excellent eye for it. She has a top-of-the-line camera as well as a simple point-and-shoot one, both gifts from her parents when she “decided” to become the photographer for her school paper. > She has never so much as caught a cold before. Really good genes, her parents say.

[b]Bio:[/b] Arla isn’t just your average runaway teenager. Though it may have started as such, now, she is on the run. But that’s getting a bit ahead of ourselves. Even in a bio, it’s wise to begin at the beginning.
	Arla was left abandoned at the doorsteps of a hospital, her first name and birthdate written on an envelope that housed only the ring she now always wears. Put up for adoption, her brilliant green eyes insured she was quickly accepted into a family.
	With her parents—fairly wealthy members of society—incapable of having children themselves, she grew up as their only child. They treated her mostly fairly… until she started to get a mind of her own.
	Control freaks, her parents did their best to keep her in the socially acceptable box they created. They barely let her do anything in he means of expression, giving her as much trust as one would to a new puppy left home alone. With both of them part of a cooperate network—and working hard to make their way through the ranks—they often attended (and threw) various galas. Which she was expected to attend for appearance’s sake.
	So, naturally, she did everything in her power to rebel against their ridiculous rules, hating the standards they tried to impose on her. Alas, she was greeted only with your typical punishments. Her freedoms were further restricted, turning her homelife into nothing short of a prison. A comfortable prison, but a prison nonetheless.
	She quickly learned other ways to let out the rebelliousness that overwhelmed her in the nighttime hours. She often snuck out of the house, occasionally wreaking havoc around town with Scarlett and a few other troublemakers. Because of her speed and heightened senses, she has always been capable of avoiding getting caught during their shenanigans, and preventing her friends from the same. She has even teepeed her own house before and managed to get away with it.
	After an exceptionally bad argument with her parents after they began further pushing what they wanted from her for her ‘higher education’ and overall life choices—rather, [i]eliminating[/i] her life choices—she made a final, life-changing decision: if they wanted her to be like them while living under their roof, then she would simply leave.
	Unsure where she would go and not really caring as long as it was anywhere but her parents’ house, she silently packed what she thought she would need into her most convenient backpack. Once her parents were asleep, she stole from the house as she had many times before. Only, unlike then, this time, she had no intention of returning.