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D E B O R A H A R T H U R


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Deborah Mae Arthur
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72 || American
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Retired Librarian | Heterosexual | Widowed
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Pscyhological Profile

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Appearance Details
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Deborah was quite the catch in her day. Though she has aged, one would say she has done it like a fine wine prooving she has still retained some of her beauty, style and grace! She is a bit over five foot five weighing around one hundred and thirty seven pounds; petite and well shaped. Deb has naturally black hair that she has let gone gray in a stylish fashion; dyeing the back biweekly at her local salon. Her eyes are an endearing shade of blue and usually crinkled up in a smile. Besides her charming smile, Deborah prides herself in her appearance and likes to keep as fashion forward as her age allows.

Character Synopsis
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As Deb continues into her long life, she could drone on and on about stories to what got her to where she is now. She'd start off with a story about her childhood on how both of her parents worked at a small cafe in North Dakota, her mother a waitress and her father a cook. Her father loved the way her mother danced, so very much so that he gave her a family of eight. Deborah was the second to last youngest daughter, her younger and only brother just a few years behind. They lived a fairly average life, in a surprisingly small home but it was filled with laughter and love and righteousness. In her teens she would fall in love with a boy named Henry, and then after that was all over she would fall in love with a man named Jim who she married after high school but before he was shipped off to the Navy Base. She would follow him to every state, country, and hub until they would finally settle back home in North Dakota.

A few years later Deborah would have a child of her own, named David after her own father- her one and only child. She raised him with laughter, love, and righteousness as well. Getting older and having a bit more time on her hands rather than traveling and raising children, Deb went to the local elementary school and applied for a librarian position. It wasn't really official and she never had gotten herself a college degree, but she learned fast and worked hard and that was good enough for them. After over twenty years at the school she would retire and spend the rest of her days with Jim enjoying the visits with her grand kids.

Jim passed unexpectedly from colon cancer, and Deborah swore it was all the junk food he ate. Calcium, and cod liver oil would keep her living forever she claimed to anyone who would listen. After a few years, David thought his mom should get back out into the world and travel again- to shake off the ever lingering fear of her own demise. A ticket to Louisiana was given to her and Deb was packed and on her way, excited to explore a state that was rich in culture and history that she had not yet to visit.

Personality
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Happy go lucky with a little bit of moxie. Deborah feels like just because she is over seventy years old she is not senile. Though her views are conservative and traditional she is not cruel or loudly arrogant; misinformed and sheltered and sometimes speaking without really thinking about consequences. Deb likes to spend as much time talking to others as she does being by herself. Socializing often tires her out if it is done for more than a few hours at a time. She would rather have her head in a really good book than gossiping; though sometimes she can't help herself. Her grandchildren are very important to her, and she dotes on them whenever her son allows it. Deborah doesn't believe in most doctors, therapists, or anything that has to do with mental health. "If you're feeling depressed, just be thankful you have food on your table!" type of personality. She sometimes trails off on stories that don't have any point or connection to the topic at hand, but she means well.

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Deborah has just changed one of her medications, and has started to experience a form of dementia called sun-downing. Though it has not progressed terribly, it has been noted in her medical file.

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REAL NAME
Tiana (The Frog Princess).

CURSED NAME
Tiffany Naveen.

AGE
Twenty Five.

APPEARANCE
Tiffany is an African American woman, with big brown doe eyes and a large endearing smile to match. Changing her hair often, Tiffany is never usually seen with the same hair style for more than a few months at a time. She has black curls naturally, but during this period has blonde faux locs. Her style is on the higher end, a mix between business and cocktail hour. She is very well manicured from head to toe, inside and out. Her body is very petite, if not underweight (surprising, based on the food she makes) standing at barely five foot and weighing less than one hundred and five pounds. She has a few scars from the stove top, and a few nicks and cuts from a wild knife now and again. Her ears and pierced once, and she has two tattoos- a set of two crowns under her armpit.

PRE-CURSE OCCUPATION
Restaurant owner and chef.

POST-CURSE OCCUPATION
Florist delivery girl.

WORLD ORIGIN
1920's New Orleans.

FAMILY MEMBERS
Father: James (Deceased)
Mother: Eudora (Hasn't been found post curse)

MAGIC USER
A little voodoo never hurt anybody.

PERSONALITY
Workaholic. Stubborn. Old Fashioned. Independent. Social. Resourceful.

BACKSTORY
Before the curse Tiana was raised by a small but loving family in the heart of New Orleans. Her mother was a dressmaker and seamstress for a wealthy family, where they received quite a bit of their income from. Tiana's father introduced her to cooking, and with that she fell in love with the idea of opening a restaurant with her Dad. Unfortunately, her father passed away before that dream could ever happen- and Tiana found herself overworked with several jobs until she finally found the money to open up her own place. That is the last thing she remembered in her pre-curse life so far.

Tiffany has spent her young adult hood as a florist; both designing and delivering arrangements as a means to be creative at work. She loves to cook and can cook up a very mean gumbo. Tiffany doesn't have much time for play and is usually always busy with work or some project going on. Tiffany believes friends are a blessing, but definitely believes you need to work before you can play; and not the other way around.
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Name: Cecelia "Cece" Tinsley.
Age: Twenty-Eight.
Sex: Female.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Relationship Status: Newly Engaged.



Height: Five foot five.
Weight: One hundred ten.
Hair: Sandy brown.
Eyes: Hazel.
Skin Tone: Pearl.
Appearance: Cecelia has a gentle round face, with large and endearing eyes. Being well manicured and athletic is of the utmost important to Cece when it comes to her appearance. She keeps her hair short and well managed, eyebrows shaped thin and makeup often a bit too dramatic for the occasion. When she was younger her older sister broke her nose and it is something she is very self conscious about.



Likes: Home cooked meals. Dancing. The movies. Being independent.
Dislikes: Driving. Winter. Chauvinist men. Too much cigarette smoke.
Skills:
  • Decent singer and dancer. Not quite the triple threat.
  • Always on time, if not a few minutes early.
  • Memorizes numbers and patterns with ease.
  • Cooks like a chef, loves like the milk man.
  • Organization, alphabetizing, and sorting.

Brief History:
  • Born and raised in New York: Small family of four. youngest child. Full bleeding Americans.
  • Completed primary and secondary school, but no further education that that.
  • Worked as a waitress at a small ma' and pa' diner serving burgers and milkshakes.
  • Swooned by her now fiance while she was working at the diner. He is a salesman with an appetite.
  • Mother and older sister get her a job offering as a switch board operator.
  • Is currently on last warning notice for work due to inappropriate phone behavior.




The heavy smell of smoke lined the air of the small living room apartment. "Must you do that in the house?" Cecelia's nose wrinkled, sure her own fingers were stained and her lungs riddled with tar; but she never did it in the house of all places. Otto made a grunt as he looked through the newspaper. He had been having a rough week, and with Cecelia's heavy spending in the last few months- it seemed that with whatever money came in was going out just as fast. When he lowered the paper slightly he was met nose to nose with Cecelia. A dangerous look in her eye as her flat mouth upturned into a smirk. "Come on Daddy. You promised me." Otto returned a raised brow, as he took his paper and rolled it up before smacking her on the bum. "Dinner was meant to be ready wasn't it? Perhaps I should get in line at the soup kitchen? With your spending we will be there by next month." his playful tone quickly had turned sour, and the kiss they had just exchanged lost it's glory.

Cecelia began to speak, but Otto wasn't interested in small talk, he placed the paper down and walked to the kitchen, where the pot roast had been sitting in it's piping hot gravy for only a few minutes. Sitting in one of the living room's side chairs for a moment to gather her nerve; Cecelia's eyes wandered to the crumpled up paper. E z beth Hob was all she could make out of the advertisement before she lifted herself off the chair a bit to reach over to the paper to investigate it much more. They said curiosity killed the cat, and Cecelia was thankful for her nine lives. Elizabeth Hobbs read the advertisement as it came into better view.

"That sounds familiar.." she spoke out loud, as her brain brought her to the telephone call she had transferred earlier while at work. Dancing over the words, the ad was just the right amount of exciting and curious to peak her interest. Were these type of things real? They truly couldn't, but Cecelia had seen enough impressive parlor tricks that if even if this was a facade it would be something good to gossip about at work and home...

"This pot roast is cold." Otto's voice rang out suddenly from the kitchen.

"Heat it up!" Cecelia exclaimed as she stood up, paper in hand as she walked to the coat rack to adorn herself in her lavish black fur coat and matching hat. Shoving the paper in the inner pocket, she opened the door and slammed it behind her. Otto could survive an hour without being doted on. Cecelia had an important woman to speak to.

Color Code: c4df9b
Face Claim: Claudette Colbert
Font: Engebrechtre
Theme Song:
Bessie Smith - Nobody Knows You When You're Down & Out
Once I lived the life of a millionaire,
Spending my money, I didn't care
I carried my friends out for a good time,
Buying bootleg liquor, champagne and wine
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• FULL NAME •
Florence "Flo" Davis

• GENDER •
Female

• AGE •
Twenty One

• HEIGHT •
Five foot three inches

• PERSONALITY •
+ Nurturing
+ Quick Witted
+ High Endurance

- Petite
- Emotionally Attached
- Easily Manipulated

• WEAPONS •
Fireman's Axe

• INVENTORY •
- Has a yellow backpack on her back
- Contains: a couple pairs of clothes, a water bottle and a pocket knife.

• SKILLS •
+ Sociable
+ Fairly athletic
+ Doesn't give up

- Fairly unlucky, streak of bad luck
- Kind of selfish
- Not very good making smart decision

• LIKES •
+ Most music
+ Homemade meals
+ Swimming
+ The night sky
+ Fresh flowers
+ Movies

• DISLIKES •
- Eating fish
- People who don't talk back fast enough
- Hot summers
- Having long nails
- Rodents
- Unruly arguments
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M I L K
Oh little one. My little one,
Come with me. Your life is done.
Forget the future. Forget the past.
Life is over. Breathe your last.






¤ APPROXIMATE AGE:
Mid to late twenties.

¤ WHAT ARE YOU?
The Breeder. I own a slew of women, who give us our children, who give us OUR future. I've given men plenty of warriors, for a generous price. If you have the right pay, I will give from my loins a strong son to carry your name for now and ever more. Tonics, medicines, and more I sell them from my wares to keep you strong, keep you sane.

¤ WHAT DEFINES YOU?
Hot.



¤ WHO ARE YOU?
My mother Varnish and my father Aerosol were strong, clever, unwavering. I too share these traits. My mother raised many children those she carried herself and those who shared not but one drop of blood with her. I followed her footsteps and expanded on her dreams. I took useless women, homeless women, women with no future and gave them EVERYTHING. I gave them a purpose. I gave them the power to give life, and to take life as they pleased. I gave them FREEDOM. I too have given three men their sons, two in which have died with honor aside their father in battle and one who cannot look me in the eye for I am his MOTHER but I am not his mother. I love him, my sweet Grocery for he and his father knows not what I sacrificed. I am hated by some, but none will speak it to my face.

¤ WHAT DO YOU WANT?
I look for peace within myself. I do oh so much for every one and get only trinkets and treasures in return. I loved to be adorned with the beautiful but it only means so much for so long. The birds on the beach they stare, they gawk and squawk at the sparkle but they do not keep me warm at night. They keep my stomach full They do not stimulate my brain, my heart, my deepest crevice of my soul. I am meant for more. I am needed for more.

¤ WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE?
The future is ours, and only we can build it. We are only growing smarter, faster, stronger as each generation comes and goes. Our ancestors were only just the start of something, but we and our children and our children's children will be even better yet. I've watched them grow, I've watched them learn they are adapting and surviving so much better than we. Their minds are pure and unaltered by substances. Do they not know of their own strength?

¤ WHAT DO YOU FOLLOW?
My hips, I follow them as they defy the odds splitting in half to deliver warriors. They then serve as a tool as many children are carried across the earth, fed from my own body and taught the lay of the land and the way of people through innocent eyes. They then are used for persuasion; to start the process from where once it came, a ritual. An exchange. They bring me home.

¤ A SCARCITY EMBODIED:
Love is something I have not yet seen in my life. That is a lie. I have loved many in one sense of the word, but not in the one I plead for. I love all children, as my mother did- I will take them all in if they have a chance to thrive. Even the ones who do not make it are used for their parts to bring strength to others. I loved my parents, my siblings, I love the women who I have saved and live with me. I love the thrill of a night, and the pain of child birth, but one's heart does not feel full from these.

¤ BASIC INSTINCTS:
One must always check for any wound, rash, or the oddities before allowing to lay with a free woman, they are not for just fun they are not just for release. The price of my child is not just worth it's weight in treasure. Do not cut your hair, it is your link to the spiritual realm.

S P I L L Y O U R G U T S

¤ WHAT DO YOU MOST REGRET DOING?
I lied and told a man his child had died in child birth. I knew that he would not want a daughter, he had said that he would use her the unthinkable rather than treat her well. I hid her for three years, until he found out of my tangled web. He murdered his daughter Panasonic, his own flesh and blood in front of my eyes. The women and I sobbed for hours until we could not cry any more. Twix did not work for weeks. The men took Pan's body and I did not dare ask what came of her. They would not let me recycle her.

¤ WHO DO YOU OWE?
Bucket, he saved my life once and I have yet to repay him.

¤ WHO MAKES YOU FEEL SAD THE MOMENT YOU LAY EYES ON THEM?
Avenue. He speaks of the dead and the dead speak to him. I fear what they've whispered, screamed, and chanted to him is making his insides dark. He is a good man deep down, but he frightens me. For what I am not afraid of, I am grieved by.

¤ WHO WANTS YOU ALL TO THEMSELVES?
Deodorant will not keep his hands off of me, I told him I do not want a man who takes young boys as slaves. He disgusts me. I will never bare his child, and I do not allow him in my women's homes. I plead that his name will die with him, I beg that he will never find happiness or joy.

¤ WHAT DO YOU WORSHIP?
I worship the human body, for it is above all. It works the way it is meant to work and when it doesn't it still provides nutrients and life to other bodies. Do you ever wonder why your body parts fold into one another so perfectly? There is a reason for this, and it should be celebrated.


H E A R T H E W H I S P E R S

When a warrior is born from my body, I have moments where my heart beats rapidly and my legs can not function as they lose their strength. My breath becomes shallow and the millions of colors that exist in our world spin around my eyes and through my ears like a banshee of the night. So much noise, it's unbearable and no amount of pain can cover the sound of the screaming. I have only experienced this three times, and though it is frightening it brings me peace when the sound of screaming is replaced with a joyful lone cry.



O W N W H A T Y O U ' V E B E C O M E
The Breeder, huh? I've heard of you. Never set foot in your establishment though. Fuck no. But I'm no moral authority to judge you, anyway.

¤ ONE OF YOUR WOMEN HAS GONE MISSING. WHICH ONE? WHO DO YOU THINK TOOK HER?
Twix, without a doubt. She is my most troubled out of the twenty under my wing, her name is always on the mouth of many. She has been involved in so much altercations that I have taken to threats and punishments to keep her in line. She does not follow suit. I can not leave her though, or she will be killed. I'm the only thing standing between her and her death. All the other women agree.

¤ WHO'S YOUR BEST CUSTOMER? WHAT MAKES THEM STAND OUT?
Sparrow. She comes not for a child, but for companionship. Her pleasure comes not from the flesh. She brings treasures for me without nothing in return, I offer her whatever I can in return, but mostly a ear to listen and a shoulder to rest on. I love her as a sister.

¤ WHOS BABIES DO YOU WANT TO HAVE?
Alcohol. I am not one to be swayed by power, but it doesn't hurt anything. He runs this town fairly and has treated me and mine well. He cares about the children as I do, and I think he believes that the future is important to us here. Our seed could continue this legacy.



¤ THEME SONG
XXYYXX - ABOUT YOU
In the sea of night where my soul is real
Broken visions let the darkness heal
And the dream of life will surely reside
I can hear your heart, I can touch your skin
Feel the whole world breathing from within
I can live in here forever inside.
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N A M E
Eileen Ojos

A G E
Eighteen

S P E C I E S
Cyclops

C O S T U M E
Eileen has a strapless, flowing red and white dress on for the ball.

B I O G R A P H Y
Oldest daughter to parents Isaac and Irene Ojos. They have sent their daughter to find a husband at the ball in Crystal Meadow to continue their family line. They come from a humble household of craftsman; particularly furniture.

O T H E R
Allergic to werewolves.
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𝙿 𝚁 𝙾 𝙹 𝙴 𝙲 𝚃 𝙵 𝙸 𝙻 𝙴
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ANOTHER LIFE FILLED WITH PARTS. CIRCUIT BOARDS, CONNECTING HEARTS. NOSTALGIA FOR THE FUTURE. WE'RE PLAYING GOD.
𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴
Charlize Cousineau.
𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁
Female.
𝙰𝙶𝙴
Twenty One.
𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷
February 6th, 1999.



𝙲 𝙰 𝚂 𝙴 𝙸 𝙽 𝙵 𝙾 𝚁 𝙼 𝙰 𝚃 𝙸 𝙾 𝙽


𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴
Charlize is very petite, standing just over five feet tall, and weighing less than one hundred pounds on a good day. She has dark brown doe eyes set deep in pearl toned skin. Her dark brown hair is kept curly and short, resting right at her shoulders. Being jailed at The Daedalus Corporation has left little room for manicuring outside of the basic washing, but Charlize remembers a time where she was very into her makeup and hair, and even fashion.

𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick..Tick...

The sound of the upstairs kitchen clock had drove the man completely insane. He had murdered his daughter in a fit of rage, gave her a warning shot straight into her chest. "Charlize?" the man whimpered, leaning over his only daughter. She wasn't breathing, her already soft tone was disappearing, her skin becoming ice to the touch. "Charlie, Charlie speak to me." The man became angered, blaming her for sneaking into the house, and for sneaking out of the house in the first place. Why would she have done that? She knew it was wrong, she knew it was not the right type of thing to do in the neighborhood they lived in. Why?

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock kept on.

The man ripped the clock off the wall, as it continued to tick in his hands. "I must save her!" he sobbed, putting the clock underneath his arm as he approached his daughter's limp body. He took her by the arm and dragged her. Why was a dead body so heavy? Her blood soaked the wooden floors in a deep crimson line. The man pulled and dragged, sobbing. He let her body hit every basement step as he pulled her down into his workshop. His workshop served as the area where he fixed junk items, and found refuge when his wife had left him 10 years ago. He leaned down and hoisted her body up onto the table with all his might, his tears and harsh words filling the dim room, and the next door neighbor's bedroom.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock kept on.

"Damn you, you stupid bitch!" the man yelled at the clock, throwing it across the room into a pile of his hoarded trash. He ran over to his tool shelf, grabbing saws, drills and parts alike. He was insane. He was desperate. An hour went by at the very least as he worked and worked with his daughter, his only child. Her body made up of machine parts, and mangled organs but her face remained the same, those doe eyes stared back at him as he worked. "God damn you!" he screamed, why did she keep staring at him? The neighbors became more curious, and called the police. "I think Charles Cousineau is drinking again." they said, and the dispatcher knew. They had been there many times before. Eventually police swarmed the house. Arresting Charles for the murder of his daughter. The smell of whiskey on his lips. The smell of fear on his heart. "What kind of sick bastard would do this?" the chief asked, in the living room of the Cousineau house. The silence was the answer. No one knew.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock kept on.

Charlize could hear the clock in the corner of the room. Her eyes opened as the pain swept over her body. "Help" her voice rasped out, barely a whisper. "Help me" she called. The sound of the clock overpowering her voice, even though it was just a faint sound. Charlie stared at the ceiling in the dim basement. Her body parts felt heavy, her memories hazy and incomplete. She found enough strength to knock a tool off the table. It was enough to alert the police upstairs, and before she knew it she was being rushed to the Daedalus Corporation Center. She belonged there now, away from normal humans, away from the past she knew. In time she began to learn how to live again, not very well, but she was learning.

In what felt like a debt to Daedalus Corp. for saving her, she pledged she would help any way she could, and takes orders from whoever gives them to her. After a just a couple years under this rule, and speaking to fellow inmates that were jailed there like her, her tune has changed around. Though she is grateful for them keeping her alive, this wasn't a life that was worth living.

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈
It may be a mix of programming and last grasp's of her humanity, but Charlize is overall a very kind and soft spoken person. She finds what she remembers as happiness and joy in the small things in life, despite her lack there of. She is very independent, not relying on anyone to get her daily tasks and missions done. She works better with praise and reward, and doesn't take too well to negative reinforcement. Nocturnal and restless, Charlize rarely rests- pacing, humming, or figuring something out constantly.

𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙲𝙴𝙳𝚄𝚁𝙴𝚂
Re-wired what her father had destroyed and left mangled. They made her "alive" once more, replacing parts with titanium structure, and [REDACTED] as issued by Daedalus Corporation. Some used car parts here and there, a melted down children's swing set too.

𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙸𝙵𝙸𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂
Charlize has been found extremely useful for creating and making the resources for bio-fueling. She is able to mass produce plant and plant-derived materials quicker and more efficiently than any human. Besides this objective, her integrated parts have made most human needs not as necessary. Things such as hunger, bladder control, hygiene, energy, fun and social interactions are not as important to her everyday life.

𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂
Song Bird: Always humming, whistling or singing a tune.
Green Thumb: Loves gardening, and researching different plant life.
Tinkerer: Can take items apart and put them together, most of the time.

𝙱 𝙴 𝚃 𝚆 𝙴 𝙴 𝙽 𝚃 𝙷 𝙴 𝙻 𝙸 𝙽 𝙴 𝚂


𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚅𝙰𝙻𝚄𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝚂𝚃? 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙰𝙵𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴?
I value what is left of my human body, my memories that sometime slip in to view and the feeling of true emotion that I can't stop. When tears fall from my eyes, I am grateful for it means that there is a little bit of me still left inside. I'm most afraid to lose those tears, those memories, the butterflies for when I feel most alive. When those are gone, I might as well be gone too.

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙾, 𝙱𝙴𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝙽?
I loved being outside on a warmer summer night, in the middle of the city life back home. I used to dance the night away with my friends, we'd laugh until our stomachs hurt. We'd fall in love with someone for the night and then never speak of them again. I miss that.

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃?
To break free, regain a real life. The corporation gave me my life back, and I thank them for that- but this is not the life a second chance deserves. I want to get out and never look behind me. If the others want to seek revenge, by all means I support them but for me, I want to forget all of this ever happened. I just want to forget this to make room for the memories to come.


𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁
VIKTORIA MODESTA - PROTOTYPE
I AIN'T ANOTHER PROJECT
I'M JUST MESSING WITH YOUR LOGIC
I'M PROGRESSIVE, NOT AGGRESSIVE
I'M A PROTOTYPE
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{NAME}
Louis "Call me Lou" Liu.

{AGE}
Twenty One.

{GENDER}
Male.

{SEXUALITY}
Heterosexual.

{HOMETOWN}
Born and raised in Alaska.

{STYLE}
Artistic, with a splash of slight dork.

{DISPOSITION}
"Well that was very odd..do you think it could happen again? Huh?"

{MAJOR}
Culinary.

{DORM ROOM}
Haven't been assigned yet.



{LIKES & DISLIKES}
+ Wearing hats of various styles, colors, and sizes.
+ Cooking for his friends, family, and other loved ones.
+ Visiting his Grandmother during breaks from school.
x The smell of bad coffee.
x People who think the color purple is considered a "girl" color.
x When people do not properly wash their dishes and pans.


{INTERESTS & HOBBIES}
+ French pastries and other baked goods.
+ Playing mobile games.
+ Collecting gum from the underside of tables around campus.
+ Checking Facebook to see if anyone has accepted his friend requests yet.
+ Finding recipes to try to feed to his new room mates.
+ Winter outdoor activities; ice fishing, hunting, sledding etc.


{BELIEF}
"All people are good people, when they are bad- they just needed something good to eat."

{DRIVE}
Humanitarian

{FEAR}
That his grandmother will pass away while he is wrapped up in school work.

{REGRET}
Not focusing on things that make me happy, sooner.

{SECRET}
Has blow his nose purposely into a classmate's meal before, and let them serve it for an exam grade.







{INTELLECT}
[2] Lou has never been considered the smartest person on campus, but he isn't below average in any means. He does well in most of his classes, and usually falls somewhere between a low A or B grading score.

{SOCIAL}
[4] Despite being on the odd side, Lou doesn't have any trouble talking to strangers like he has known them for a long time. He sometimes overshares things and can make people uncomfortable with his lack of consideration for personal space. However, when you get past his quirks he's a really good friend to have on your side.

{NERVE}
[1] Lou is VERY suspicious and absolutely hates anything that has to do with the supernatural or ghosts. He sleeps with a night light and requires his feet to be tucked up and under the blanket. He scares easily and doesn't like when people sneak up on him.

{ENDURANCE}
[1] With the love of food, comes a little bit of love of the couch. Lou is not in the best shape, and doesn't like to waste his time working out or keeping up with anything that involves too much work. He does enough running around the kitchen to consider any extra work.

{AWARENESS}
[4] Sometimes you have a piece of spinach in between your teeth and Lou will make sure you are aware of this. He likes to point out a lot of things that are going on in his life, your life, the situation and many more. He notices when things aren't quite right. This trait has helped him when he is seasoning a meal more than once.

{RESOURCES}
[1] Lou lived a fairly lower class life; he received a scholarship to attend Upper Lake Institute and wants to make sure he uses it to it's fullest potential. His remaining family is relying on him heavily to succeed, and he will have to do solely on his own.

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Name:
Barbara Jane Mills.

Age:
Twenty Three.

Sex:
Female.

Sexuality:
Bisexual.

Relationship Status:
Single.

Occupation:
Photography major in college. Cashier at the convenience store.

The Body


Height:
Five foot three.

Weight:
One hundred twenty.

Hair:
Various tones of blonde, naturally sandy brown. All lengths- varying.

Eyes:
Blue.

Skin Tone:
Peach.

Appearance:
Barbara is petite, standing at around Five foot three and weighing anywhere from one hundred twenty to one hundred twenty five pounds. She doesn't work out too often, but does a lot of walking and heavy lifting at work. She also does some dancing on the weekends which helps burn off the calories of the fast food she mostly eats. Babs has sandy brown hair and blue eyes, she hates her nose but wouldn't go as far as having plastic surgery to "fix" it. Her clothing style is very much comfort over fashion. She will be mostly seen around with plain sweaters, shirts, jeans, leggings, and sometimes on a special occasion a dress or two. She loves her Timberlands- being originally from New York she has several pair and considers them a staple in any outfit. Barbara doesn't have any predominant scars or markings across her fair skinned body. She has a single pierced lobe on each side of her head and no tattoos as of yet. She plans to get one when she can save up the money for it after finishing school this summer. She wears glasses for seeing, and not just for fashion.

The Soul


Likes:
Traditional photography.
Fashion.
Pizza.
Calligraphy.
Dancing.
Attending school/learning.


Dislikes:
Summer heat.
Country music.
Vegetables.
Having to wear her glasses.
Scary movies.
People who cancel plans.


Positive Traits:
Sociable.
Outgoing.
Responsible.
Passionate.


Negative Traits:
Easily manipulated.
Anger issues.
Stubborn.
Aloof.


Perfect Date:
My perfect date? Something outside during the fall or even the winter. I'm not the most athletic person, but something a bit more active is way more fun than just sitting around. I might get a little caught up in taking shots of the memory so you'll have to bring me back now and again. I know they have so many better technologies than this piece of crap, but I kind of am a traditionalist! Make me laugh, make me cry. Just don't be boring. I need someone who can keep up with me, since my mouth and brain are always on the move.

Worst Date:
I don't have time for small talk, and I don't have time for the usual. While dinner and movie can be fun it shouldn't be considered a date but just a thing to do every once in awhile. If you talk about only yourself and can't take a moment to enjoy the date, then I don't see it going very well into the future.

Skills:
  • Photography, and other creative outlets.
  • Makes friends easily.
  • Not terrible at dancing.
  • Street smarts, and some book smarts.
  • Can tell you what or what isn't a good pizza.


Brief History:
  • Parents met in Washington. Got pregnant.
  • Parents divorced. Mom met new man through off brand TAP program.
  • Moved family to New York.
  • Grew up in Brooklyn, well rounded life.
  • Started college, and got into the work force.
  • Mom encouraged her to start her own family.
  • Signed up for TAP.


The Story


"You talking about pizza like, you don't think I know about pizza?"

The Brooklyn raised girl retorted to her coworker as they sat together at lunch that afternoon. A look of disbelief on her face, but in a playful way. "I was raised in Brooklyn, I know about pizza. It's in the freaking water." she commented, as her coworker laughed. "Barbara you're ridiculous." she said as the two giggled. Babs continued to fold in half and eat her slice of pepperoni pizza that she had got from one of the heaters in the convenience store. It was not a very good slice but it would suffice until she could eat later. She thought about what she was going to make for dinner that night for her parents and her.

She reached to her phone that sat on the table, sending a text to her mother while she thought about it.

Cant wait to see you two looooosers. I love you. Ttyl.


Sending she looked up to her co-worker. The two exchanged friendly smiles, continuing their lunch as normal without many more words spoken between them. After finishing her pizza, she wiped her hands with an napkin and tossed the paper plate they had given her in the trash. Crumbling the greasy used napkin along with it. She went back to the table and grabbed her cellphone and walked back to her cash register where she would start again on her so called job. After a few hours of this she clocked out and went home.

While setting up dinner for her parents, Barbara's mom showed her the advertisement for the program.
"Absolutely not.
Babs said, shaking her head. Her mom automatically retorted, "What do you have to lose?!" It was true, she didn't have much to lose- and her dating game hadn't been the most successful as of late. "Frank and I met this way kind of, and it worked out for us." this much was also true. Barbara, swiped the advertisement- sending it to her own personal phone. She would check it out later, and maybe join.

Maybe.


The Ether

Color Code:
c26f3e

Face Claim:
Lene Ketter {lookbook.nu/leneketter}

Theme Song:
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NAME//
Charlize Chevrolet.

AGE//
Twenty Two.

GENDER//
Female.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION//
Heterosexual.

HEIGHT//
Five foot three.

WEIGHT//
One hundred and forty five pounds.



APPEARANCE//
Short, sweet, and good enough to eat. This young girl is about five foot three tall, and weighs a bit over one hundred and forty-five pounds. She naturally has blonde hair but ever since she has been a teenager has been dyeing (despite her grandmother's disapproving looks) it a vibrant and fun magenta color. Her eyes are dark, and sit in an almond shape upon her porcelain skin. Though fashion can be a pain in the ass, Char loves to dress up and do her makeup and hair as often as she can. She keeps very well manicured, and prides herself in knowing some of the newer trends before they start blossoming both IRL and in game.

RING LOCATION//
Lower class city ring.

OCCUPATION//
Charlize is an artist in the real world, selling her traditionally made art paintings. People in the inner most ring buy them for high price because they are a reminder of the old world. Within The Universe Charlize does use her artistic skills to customize people's avatars in exchange for miscellaneous items. She very rarely charges anything expensive, doing it as a fun hobby now and again, rather than a money earning business.

REAL LIFE SKILLS//
Charlize has a real eye for detail in the creative world, she likes to take her time in her creations and make the world a little more beautiful..even if not everyone agrees. When not using traditional arts, she knows her way around the digital systems as well.

LIKES AND DISLIKES//
+ Art
+ Homemade food
+ Swimming
+ Talking over mic
+ Fresh flowers
+ Movies

- Eating fish
- People who don't in game text back fast enough
- Hot summers
- Having long nails
- Rodents
- Sports


PERSONALITY//
Charlize is a sometimes naive, friendly, and when behind her avatar- a flirtatious charmer. She tends to make friends and keeps them for years, finding common interests and things to talk about with all of her clan mates. In game she is seen as level headed, loyal, and well spoken. Outside of game she can be a bit on the silly and outspoken side, sometimes falling into a sense of impatience and sensitivity with others that leads her to stay offline for a few weeks at a time. Her creativity is seen in both sides of life, as well as her overall cheerful attitude.

BACKGROUND//
Jenna Chevrolet was once a fifteen year old in the city inner circle. She fell in a whirlwind with an exciting eighteen year old boy during the summer one year, and in result Charlize came into the world. The unnamed boy left as soon as he went, and Char was raised by her mother and grandmother in the bustling city stacks, getting by with a little bit of a weight on their shoulders but fairly well off. When Charlize came of teenage age, Jenna didn't want her daughter following the same path that she had followed and felt that setting Charlize up to start a life in The Universe would give her a step up in life. You couldn't get pregnant in game, at least you couldn't just yet.

She quickly became a reoccurring beautiful face and charming personality that could not be forgotten even after users signed off..










USERNAME//
Rosetta_Stoned, often referred by Rose or Rosetta.

APPEARANCE//
Rosetta is skinned as Widowmaker from an old game, Overwatch.

HOME//
Rosetta's home base is a very simple room in the many roomed hotel above The Universe's well known OUTDOOR SIMULATION. This area is for players to experience weather they have never experienced as well as outdoor activities they have only heard about. It is a non-pvp zone besides the occasional snowball fight. She has a very well decorated room, most in which she has created herself or was traded with for exchange of alterations.

FAME//
To be determined.

WEAPONS//
WIDOW’S KISS: "Widowmaker’s versatile sniper rifle is ideal for scope-aimed shots at distant targets. Should targets close to medium range, the rifle can also be fired in fully-automatic mode." Rosetta stayed with the skin's classic companion. Not spending a lot of time in PVP areas, Rosetta has not found the need to go all out for weapons, at least not yet.

ARMOR//
Basic skin, light weight armor. Her skin's recon visor allows her to see the heat signatures of her targets through walls and objects for a small amount of time. This enhanced vision is shared with her group team mates.

UTILITY ITEMS//
Completing her vintage skin combination, Rosetta kept her skin's two very distinct items. A grappling hook, as well as a small mine. When a target wanders within range of the mine’s motion trigger, it explodes, delivering a small poison gas to any enemies in the vicinity. It's a classic!

MOUNT//
MIDNIGHT STEED: This horse from the world of Elder Scrolls has a jet black coat and mane. Capable of keeping an even pace over long distances, this beast's spirit never ends. It has no other abilities besides a sturdy and simple ride from one small area to another. It is not anything special, and is used by most earlier level players. Rosetta has yet to find a reason to upgrade, but might if something were to catch her eye. Preferably something in magenta, but purple or pink will do.

ARTIFACT//
THE WITCHING HOUR: A very limited time use skin changing artifact (Only can be used around 4:00 AM in game time) that can incapacitate and sometimes even kill, a player if the skin wearer is startled by light or attacked with a small enough damage to awaken the inner beast from the game world of Left for Dead. It is best used when the player using said artifact is AFK or camping an area.
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"Singing is a way of escaping. It's another world. I'm no longer on earth."






NAME
Imani Marie Lowe

NICKNAME
I don't have really any nicknames, Daddy calls me Nini sometimes though.

AGE
Twenty One.

GENDER
Female.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Bisexual.

RACIAL ORIENTATION
African American, French, and English.

HOMETOWN
Jacksonville, North Carolina. USA.




HISTORY
Born to Pierre and Jasmine Lowe, in the midst of a North Carolina summer- Imani was the young couple's first born child. Pierre was a humanities professor at the local college, Jasmine his student- and eventually the mother of his child. Jasmine is a witch, and Pierre is not by blood nor practice. This fact alone made their family a little bit of a controversy on both sides of the spectrum- One Pierre losing his career, and on the other- Jasmine finding love with someone who at first really had no interest or belief in the craft.

Growing up Imani had a fairly well off lifestyle. Both of her parents were loving and well rounded, and the brought another two children (daughters) into the world without too much struggle. Jasmine's parents were at first non-approving of the match but eventually got over the initial shock, and just wanted to have a positive start for their grandchildren.

When Imani came of age, her grandparent's insisted she attended Raindale to further her practice and learn more about her heritage. At first she was very intimidated and everything was so new and overwhelming. It is now her second year attending and she is becoming a bit more confident and well rounded. She hopes to let her hair down a little and try to focus on herself a little more and not so straight laced in her school work.


PERSONALITY
Imani always has a little song in her voice, often founding humming a soft tune. She takes her studying seriously, and doesn't have a lot of time for nonsense. A friendly smile with a good head on her shoulders. Her own worst enemy, she can be self destructive and can't help but hurt anyone who gets a little too close. "Don't you think it'd be nice if you and I could grow old together? I just wanna go home to you every day of my life." Sentimental with a touch of cry baby. Keeping her upper lip stiff as possible.





LIKES
• Singing loud and proud.
• Outdoor activities such as swimming, hiking, tanning etc.
• Salsa dancing.
• The color orange.
• Heavy and hot summer time.


DISLIKES
• Florescent lighting.
• Overpowering scents.
• Cheesy romantic movies.
• When something looks better on the mannequin.
• Dairy items.


HOBBIES
• Watching makeup and hair tutorials on YouTube.
• Finding places to do open mic karaoke.
• Yoga.


FEARS
• Losing her mother.
• Her nose ring getting caught on her shirt and ripping out.
• Deep water.


DREAMS
Imani would love to become a professional singer, but she knows that is kind of a "head in the clouds" type dream. She would be happy with doing something as a vocal coach or dance teacher for young girls in particular. Imani has two younger sisters and does very well with them.





YEAR
Second.

CLASSES
• Astrology
• Chakra
• Herbology
• Mythical Creatures


SPECIALIZATION
Herbalism: The study of botany and use of plants intended for medicinal purposes. Plants have been the basis for medical treatments through much of human history, and such traditional medicine is still widely practiced today. Imani found her specialization within Herbology both in the healing and harmful power of the earth's natural bounty.

STRENGTHS
Studious: Imani prides herself in her good grades and her persistence in practices. When things become difficult she does not give up, but instead works harder- sometimes to the point of becoming so overwhelmed that she breaks down.

Alignments: Finding spiritual connection to the Earth, Imani has an easy time finding her inner peace to connect to what she needs to be connected to. Bad spiritual auras are not in her forte. It takes a lot to get under her skin, and if it's gotten that far- consider it non-redeemable.

Coven: Working better as a group rather than solo, Imani finds it easier to connect with other students to complete tasks and just in general. She is sociable enough that you can go get coffee with, or just say hello to you in passing.


WEAKNESSES
Delicate: Petite at only five foot tall, and a little over one hundred pounds, Imani isn't very intimidating. Her bark is louder than her bite, and her very last choice is to physically confront someone with problems. More likely to write you a note, or send a text.

Sensitivity: When dissected frogs were on the agenda for one of her first classes at Raindale- Imani proceeded to throw up in the trash can at the front of the room. She doesn't like strong smells, and isn't the biggest fan of gore and guts. Movies don't seem to bother her too badly, but real life does her in, quickly.

Overwhelmed: When Imani hits her breaking point and gets overwhelmed she shuts down mentally and physically. Staying in bed for the day is something she's not unknown to do. More likely to take it out on herself than anyone else, she is more self nit-picky than anything.


FAMILIAR
A House Finch. Imani came across it as a young child in North Carolina. His left wing was broken and she brought it inside from the backyard in which she found it. Her parent's helped her form a contract with the small bird, and the two have been with one another ever since.




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Dionaea Sycamore Twenty Female Fairy




HEIGHT
Five foot on the mark.


WEIGHT
One hundred and three pounds.


HAIR COLOR
A fresh harvest of wheat


EYE COLOR
a daring blue jay


SKIN TONE
A gentle tulip


ATTIRE
Dia loves to dress in elaborate outfits and prefers the natural tones of the flora and fauna that surround her in multiple shades of warmth. She thinks fairy women should be able to wear whatever they want, however they want- but doesn't want to disappoint her family and friends by breaking the traditional values they are built upon. If you don't have your feet exposed to the Earth you are missing out on an important part of life Dia believes, and often has her toes dug into the dirt. She's been experimenting with using dyes to paint her lips, finger nails, and other parts of her body as she grew into a young woman, despite her mother's glaring gaze.





Feisty. Helpful. Stubborn. Childish. Free Spirited. Hot Tempered.
Extroverted. Brave. Selfless. Impatient. Kind. Loyal.


LIKES
❀ Sweets
❀ Pranks
❀ Insects
❀ Talking
❀ Working With Her Hands


DILIKES
❀ Heavy Rain
❀ Bullies
❀ Loud Noises
❀ Laziness
❀ Orcs


FEARS
❀ Losing her family members and friends
❀ Being left behind as everyone moves forward in life
❀ Making a mistake that could cost her life


SEXUALITY
Bisexual


PERSONALITY
Dionaea is young in age but even younger in spirit and heart. Her giggling can be heard at almost any time of the day and is the absolute reason she spent most of her learning years in trouble, that and her pranks and tricks. Despite her silliness she takes her responsibilities very seriously and is always on time for work, and first in line to help someone when they are in need of a hand. However, if she does feel like that person is not giving back their all she will have a problem. She does not take kindly to laziness nor people who betray her trust, and at times these behaviors can turn her quite cruel and down right erratic in her decisions.

At some levels of intelligence Dia is above and beyond. When it comes to her passions she delves into everything she needs to know about the subject and becomes a master of the world, but with things she isn't interested in she can be seen as almost aloof or worst yet brain dead. Her eyes rolling in the back of her head at the tone of something she doesn't want to hear or know. She does her best work when alone, as being in a group tends to get her distracted with conversation.






Tradition. Growth. Curiosity.


OCCUPATION
Insect care and youth instruction.


FAMILY MEMBERS
❀ Lotus Sycamore: Father
❀ Camellia Sycamore: Mother
❀ Fourteen older siblings


DEAD FAMILY MEMBERS
❀ Both sets of Grandparents


COMPANIONS
❀ Daisy: A recluse spider
❀ To be determined (Let's chat)
❀ To be determined (Let's chat)


LOVERS
❀ To be determined (Let's chat)


LOCATION
Dionaea has always lived with a group of forest fairies that have been intermingled between several families for many many generations. The founding families are named after types of trees, but since then other groups have migrated within this area of Avalia.


HISTORY
In the midst of the summer heat a large Venus Fly Trap grew by the roots of a Sycamore tree. It feasted on a few succulent insects before catching the attention of a few eyes “Come quickly, come quickly!” a young man called to his wife, “Our child is soon to be born, for it is known!” he called triumphantly. This would be the birth of the couple’s 15th child, but each we’re more precious than the last (or so Dia’s father told her). The Sycamore family gathered around Camellia with eager eyes as the child was born.

Alas Dionaea had sprouted.

News traveled quickly between families of the new addition to their community. Each founding family was respectfully named after a tree that grew in the forest they resided in. The lineage of the Sycamore wasn’t as expanse as some of the others, but what they lacked in numbers they made up for positivism and knowledge of insects and how they helped Avalia.

Dia was not too fond of learning in the beginning. She was always restless and wanting to explore more of Avalia on her own. “Don’t touch that Dia” her mother would warn as Dia put her hands close to the fangs of a recluse spider. “He’s got something stuck in there ma!” she whined as the spider looked at her in awe with its several eyes. “He’s a trickster, like most arachnids. They will weave you into your web and eat you for supper before you blink an eye!” she exclaimed outrageously, gathering the last of the magical supplies she needed from the spider’s web. “Come along Dia, we don’t want to disturb him anymore.” Dia gave a friendly wave to the spider as she scurried along behind the tough woman.

Reaching adult hood was a much different story. Though she had more freedom, she also had more responsibilities and now had to take care of the younger children and teach them the things she once was taught. “Now.. I don’t know if you guys know this or not.” Dia started leaning in towards the smaller children, they returned the gesture wide eyed, “I wrangled myself an orc once.” Some gasps could be heard in the crowd and one child from the Oak family began sobbing.

This was your typical teaching lesson with Dia in charge.

When a letter came from another fairy kingdom speaking of these creatures "humans" Dia was both interested and angry. The fairies tended to keep to themselves, and not go out beyond the forest let alone found friendships in other races for many many years, so much of Avalia was a mystery to Dia and her people. She wondered why the humans had even bothered to come back; Was it a trap? Was it some sort of trick? The questions fluttered along between the fairies until it was time to make a decision to learn more, and Dia was first to sign up.





Entomology & Zoolingualism vs Healing & Serious Battle


PHYSICAL STRENGTHS
❀ Very high endurance
❀ Sneaky and quiet in movements both walking and flight
❀ Can put up a pretty good fist fight, but nothing serious


PHYSICAL WEAKNESS
❀ No healing practices
❀ Petite in stature/not very intimidating
❀ Hasn't been properly trained in battle


SUBSPECIES
Forest Fairy.


ABILITIES
Master of Zoolingualism, mild Chlorokinesis, and very poor Healing skills.
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[YOU KNOW I, I'M AFRAID OF CHANGE. GUESS THAT'S WHY WE STAY THE SAME.]

Name
Evangeline Marie Guiliani.

Age
Twenty Two.

Birth Date
June Tenth.

Perceived Gender
Female.

Sexuality
Heterosexual.

Appearance
Evangeline is petite, standing at a mere five foot two and weighing less than one hundred and five pounds on a good day. Her legs are slightly bowed. Eva prefers to wear clothing that are a bit smaller than the size she should be wearing because it comforts her to feel the fabric squeeze against her. She likes to paint her nails, braid her hair, and wear earrings when they are given the approval by staff.


Why are you at Spring Hill
Ultimately the unexpected death of her mother, but this event caused her extreme Agoraphobia.

Residency
Eva has been a resident for a little over five months.

Negative Effects
Though the medicines provided have apparently helped Eva overcome some of her guided tasks such as going outside for extended periods of time; the young woman has noticed she has been having spouts of insomnia due to the fact that her skin feels like there is something slithering underneath. They tell her it's just getting readjusted to the sun. Brittle nails, and mild hair loss. All just side effects.

Positive Effects
Have you ever noticed that the number of ceiling tiles in the women's bathroom on the first floor do not match the tiles on the second floor? Have you noticed that Heather takes exactly thirty two steps to get from the front desk to the back door? When you're awake for a long time you remember these things, or so what Eva tells herself. It seems that she even finds these things when she sleeps, recalling numbers. Everything has so many numbers. What does the number twelve mean?


Personality
Never quick to lose her temper, raise her voice or throw her fists. She is often caught staring whilst over thinking things in her head. This could very well be one of the reasons she is in the position she is in, and trust me she's thought about that as well. It doesn't take much to make her cry as she is a bit on the sensitive side. She does not get bored easily due to the many nights awake and inside, she has found ways to entertain herself quite quickly. Tends to be overly curious, though doesn't always act on these curiosities due to be fairly meek and easy to manipulate.

Biography
"If a tree falls in the forest does it make a sound my love?" Evangelines mother asked her daughter as she sat upon her cushioned lap. Eva's eyebrows furrowed upon her forehead as she thought. The young girl was six years old at the time, and her mother often gave her these questions to make her think critically. "Are there squirrels inside?" Eva responded, as her mother let out a loud boisterous laugh, "Perhaps my love, perhaps."

Perhaps was a word deeply implanted upon the tongue of Eva, the word was used in all situations, Did you have a good time at school today? Perhaps. Do you want ice cream for dessert? Perhaps. Did the murder of your mother change you?

Perhaps.

Eva was Twenty One at the time of the occurrence. The two were living together happily in a small apartment on the not so great part of town. Her mother had raised her wonderfully despite being alone. Her father after all was a non-existent part in both of their lives from birth and everyday hence forth. "I'm going to go grab the mail baby, I'll be right back." her mother called from the small kitchenette as the young girl worked on her community college issued homework from the one bedroom the two shared. "Alright!" she called without another thought. Suddenly a large thud and a barrage of blood curdling screams echoed in the hallway. The scream was jolting and familiar to Evangeline, the scream belonged to her mother.

Not even stopping to lock the door behind her Eva sprinted down the flight of stairs, tripping over her own feet she only imagined the worst had come. There her mother laid in a puddle of her own thick blood, a gun shot to the head. The cause unknown at the time, but often thought and rethought over in the thoughts of her one and only daughter. Evangeline broke down into a mental state of mind and committed an action that no one could really explain.

She grabbed her small mother under her armpits and hoisted her up the flights of stairs, her head hitting every step until she was brought her back into their apartment. Sitting her up on the couch the young woman climbed onto her mother's lap, her clothing seeping up crimson life that once filled her mother. She did the only thing she could do, she sobbed uncontrollably.

It wasn't long before the police came, did their business and brought Evangeline back home a couple days after investigation. She had been at the wrong place at the wrong time was all. Eva urged the police that she would be just fine, and that she would give them a call if she wasn't. Reluctantly they left, and of course received no phone call there after. Evangeline would and could not leave the four walls of the apartment after that. Friends came and went, only getting broken promises or empty excuses. It wasn't until the year's rent was overdue that the higher authorities were involved once again.

How can anyone force a bird out of a cage when the bird has removed its own wings?

Spring Hill was not ideal in the first, second or third week, but after getting some help with things Eva found herself feeling a bit more at home there than her apartment. Eva gets along with most of the residents and tries to be encouraging in group sessions. Staff seems to feel like she has improved greatly from when she first arrived.
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Full Name
Camden Anne Bensen.

Nickames
Mostly just Camden but Cam once in awhile.

Age
Twenty Seven.

Gender
Female.

Sexuality
Bisexual.

Relationship Status
Single.

Occupation
YouTube personality and social media influencer of sorts.

Current Address
LA, California. Where she shares an apartment with two other Youtubers.

Appearance Details
  • Hair: Brown | Wavy | Shoulder length, down- or in a ponytail.
  • Eyes: Brown.
  • Height: Five foot three.
  • Body Type: Athletic.
  • Clothing Style: Boho Chic | Oversized sweaters, leggings, maxi dresses, so many bangles and rope braided bracelets, anklets, short shorts, sun hats, variety of colors- fairly colorful. Loves to thrift hunt, but doesn't mind spending a pretty penny to have that thrift store look at high end price.
  • Makeup Wise: Limited; mascara and a bold lip is her usual wear if not nude.
  • Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Self-explanatory.

Personality
Imaginative. Sarcastic. Lazy. Happy-Go-Lucky.

"Chill out man, it's only 4:00 pm. We have like most of the day yet to explore." Camden is a very "relaxed" individual who doesn't like to get up before noon and would rather be curled up watching television than doing anything of the physical nature. She has a lot of good ideas and plans, but doesn't take much initiative in completing them. Often making jokes or laying on the sarcasm, Cam is not one to take life too seriously. Her Youtube career is the only thing she puts some effort into, and even then the videos are mostly her just doing every day activities. Her easy going/not wanting to do much personality is the only thing saving her, and bringing her viewers- because some of her young viewers can relate.

Upbringing Synopsis
Born to an upper middle class American family, Camden is the oldest child to a Mr. and Mrs. Bensen; Henry and Alison respectfully. Henry had worked as a head for a small law office but after a battle with lung cancer, passed away around Camden's 15th birthday. Mrs. Bensen does not work and spends most of her time at the country club drowning in mimosas.

High school brought Camden a step father, baby sister, and a bit more freedom to allower her personality and true self to blossom. When her father had been diagnosed with cancer, things seemed to go in slow motion and there was no escape. Her parents fought more over more things, and Camden found herself lost in a sea of confusion and hopelessness. At her father's funeral she made a promise to him that she'd keep working on her dreams, and one day hope to make him proud of the young woman she would become.

Graduation was an accomplishment but without much involvement with things in high school, the years that were once at a stand still started to go by faster than ever. It seemed like years had gone by and instead of attending college- she spent them partying and not working. Only a few years ago did she start working on her internet persona, which seemed like a better life than her true self.

Before she knew it, she was receiving an invitation for her class reunion. Something she was looking forward too, but panic only set in when she realized she didn't have much to show for it. Despite her inner gut wrenching feeling of looking like a failure to her classmates; she RSVP'd to the invite and set everything up for her vacation across country to Florida. Hopefully she could at least get some good footage for her channel while she is there, as well as connect with her old friends.

Family
Dad: Henry Bensen : Lawyer : Deceased
Mom: Alison Bensen- Lee : Stay at home Mom : Active Gardener : Alcoholic
Stepfather: Truman Lee : Police Officer : Not so bad guy
Younger Half Sister: Claire Bensen : Student : Preteen

Extras
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- Lost her driver license after receiving a third DUI
- Has over 5K subscribers
- User of three different cell phones
- Favorite dessert is tres leches cake
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WINIFRED ✖ TWENTY FIVE ✖ FEMALE ✖ HUMAN



Height:
Five foot three.

Weight:
One hundred and twenty pounds.

Hair Color:
Dark brown.

Eye Color:
Grey.

Skin Tone:
Sun kissed peach

Brief Clothes Description:
Fifty shades of brown, black, and a splash of red. Winifred is not a picky dresser, she likes to dres for occasion; and since her occasion is usually that of being at sea- she dresses appropriately. Loose fitting cottons, and appropriate corset to bind her waist as women were often taught. The young girl is a sucker for adornments, and will often be seen wearing necklaces, bracelets, rings, headbands and the like. She hasn't worn a dress since she was a little girl, but wouldn't mind slipping into one, if the tides allowed such an event.
RAMBUNCTIOUS ✖ BOSSY ✖ STUBBORN ✖ LOYAL




Likes:
- Creating meals that is both hearty and cheap.
- Small and usually worthless keepsakes.
- The ideas of the unknown.


Dislikes:
- When people ask about her eye.
- Being taken for not as worthy as a man.
- Not having her way when she wants something.


Fears:
- Not escaping her father's curse on their name.
- Spending her life never finding a true home.
- Poison.


Sexuality:
Anywho who will keep her warm through the night.


Personality:
Winifred Argall is extremely extroverted, she is not afraid to speak her mind to anyone about anything, especially if she feels that something is wrong with a situation. She does not take shit from anyone, and is ready to fight both physically and verbally if she needs to. However, she is usually getting along with everyone she intertwines with- a friend and lover. She is kind, and forgiving to an extent, though often can appear selfish because of her stubborn nature to be correct all the time. She is very linear with her craft, things like food is something you can not argue with her about because even if you are right, you are wrong.

Once you are wrong, you must admit defeat and let the situation drop; if not Winnie will become impatient and temper will show it's head and at that point you should start running. The woman for the most part is very calm and gentle, but like the sea she can also be cruel and wild child. Her sense of adventure is broad, making her appear brave if not foolish to how often she leaps without thinking first.

Once she reaches ground floor from her foolish leap, her energy levels could be seen as wounded tightly. Chopping up meats, vegetables, and grounding spices keeps her busy, while her mouth is usually running a mile a minute at that telling stories, making friends or enemies. When she is forced to stay still, you can still see her fingers tracing along her clothing or her knee bouncing.
INNOCENT ✖ CURSED ✖ IMPASSIONED




Occupation
Cook.


Which ship are you on?
The Mermaid's Fortune.


Living Immediate Family Members:
Possibly her father: Leon Argall.


Dead Immediate Family Members:
Her mother: Victoria Argall.


Current and Past Lover(s):
Too many to name, remember, and none that lasted more than a night.


History:
Winifred at a very young age tugged at the corner of her mother's apron. The large, strong woman stared out of the kitchen window with a blank and empty stare. "Momma, when is Papa coming home?" There was no reply. There never would be. It had been an entire year since Winifred's father had gone to sea. Rumor had it that he made some true riches in the new booming market and left his family behind, off to find something better- if you could call it that. Some claimed he had just died a watery death, like most men did during these times. It wouldn't be the first time news traveled back to Glasston of another soul taken.

A few years before that the Argall family was happy and complete. Mr. Argall would go on his boat trips, come home after many of months with money, treasures, and exciting stories. Little Winnie would crawl into her father's strong arms, her large grey eyes looking at him in complete awe as he showcased his life before her. He was her hero, and she was his princess.

Years and years passed and Winifred got older, the stories still remained in the whispered slurs. "Did you hear her father left the two women alone to fend for themselves? I heard he has a wife and child in every city from here past Eastholt" These stories brought only anger to Winifred. She had a feeling her father was alive, and nothing would stop her from proving it. Often being spotted with and around the boys, she spent a lot of time learning to swim, sail, fish, and fight. Though her mother didn't say so directly, Winnie could feel in her mother's icy stares that she didn't want her only daughter, her only family member left to even think about stepping foot near the water ever again. But time after time and day after day, Winnie swam, sailed, fished, and fought. The woman, to try to balance out these habits taught her how to cook, and very well at that.

It wasn't a huge surprise when Mrs. Argall passed away a few years later. She was tired, her heart was broken, her will to live was gone. Winifred took it upon herself to make a living, taking up odd jobs like tarot card reading, cooking, barkeeping etc here and there to support herself and make her mother rest in her grave easily. Things were not easy in town, her father's name often coming out to bite her. That was until she was given the chance to be a member upon an outgoing ship.

Visiting the cemetery one last time before her departure Winifred begged for forgiveness, "I know you never spoke to me much after my father's disappearance. But, I think I know what you wanted to say after all those years.. I love you too, I promise you I will be safe." and with that, she took to sea and hasn't looked back since.

Winifred has been on two ships prior to the joining of Adrielle's crew for three years now.


FORTUNE TELLER ✖ MINOR PRECOGNITION ✖ BELLIGERENT LOON




Physical Strengths:
- Quick reflexes.
- Strong swimmer.
- Prone to extreme heats.


Physical Weaknesses:
- Petite, and not intimidating.
- Missing her right eye.
- Not very stealthy.


Magical Ability:
First and foremost although Winnie would debate her magical skill is that of charming everyone she comes in contact with; it is false. She does however possess the ability for minor precognition, told by the tarot cards she received as a gift from her father as a child. The cards aren't always right, but they are always played.


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::Name::
Quinn Briony Varrs.

::Gender::
Female.

::Age::
Twenty Nine.

::Birthplace::
Chicago, Illinois.

::Former Life::
Struggling modern artist by day. Adult content podcast host by night. Mom for all hours in between.

::Appearance::
"Well at least you're funny! Right, Quinn?"

The young woman had heard the phrase all her life, as if it was atonement for being overweight, something she had struggled with since she was a kid. Quinn was plump, soft and gentle her weight sitting mostly in her midsection and thighs, and all other places from head to toe. Upon her head grew sandy brown, shoulder length, bone straight hair that she preferred to be dyed blonde. Crinkles when she smiles and laughs hazel eyes.

Quinn's style was very much a reflection of the windy city she was born and raised in. Lots of layering with a pair of form fitting jeans and boots in most of the seasons besides summer where the blistering humidity would be met with whatever sundress she could squeeze into. Earthy tones such as olive, burnt orange, and brown are her favorites. She would consider herself well manicured, often getting her eyebrows, nails, and hair done- when she could afford it. Makeup is pretty neutral besides a pop of color on the lips now and again, depending on her mood and the season.

::Personality::
Happy go lucky lady for the most part, Quinn always has a joke in her back pocket or a quick quip to make someone smile or get a chuckle out of. She struggles to find acceptance in everyone she comes across- often throwing herself under the bus before the person has a chance to do it to her due to her insecurities (regardless if they had plans to do so or not). She loves to sing, and has quite a decent voice. Quinn's hobbies include eating out at different dive bars, making art, watching hockey on television, listening to and recording podcasts, and recently learning how to be the best Mom she can muster.

After what Quinn refers to as the incident happened her traits just amplified, handling most situations with a smirk on her face but also having such strong anxiety that she often has to find some place to be alone to throw up her lunch. Her fight or flight has changed drastically becoming more of a fighter than ever before, where she would have never thought about taking another life. If you would consider these things life.

::Biography::
Quinn grew up in a working class neighbourhood in the Southside of Chicago. She was raised alone by her father Henry Johnson- a mechanic. Her mother Nancy Owens left when she was not much younger than three. Her childhood was fairly average and not very eventful. She received a basic education, average amongst her peers if not slightly below. She graduated high school on time at eighteen, and decided against going to college without much backlash from her father. She began making money as a front desk receptionist at the mechanic shop her father worked at, as well as a janitor at an art gallery.

This part of her life lulled on for about five years of repetition before she decided to stop doing janitorial work at the studio and began making her own art, by this time she had gotten married to a co-worker (Oscar) from the mechanic shop and gotten pregnant with their first child: Rowan. Oscar was very supportive of Quinn's dreams and told the woman as long as she always loved him and much as he loved her, she could do anything she desired. The two blossomed as they welcomed their second son: Leopold (Leo) just a few months before the outbreak.

Oscar and their two sons were in Minnesota visiting Oscar's side of the family during the outbreak and she hasn't heard word of them since. She wants to believe that they are out there safe, but as each year goes by she becomes less and less confident. Being a Ranger has brought her something to look forward to and perhaps even a means to move on from a fruitless dream of returning to her normal life.

::Gear::
• Her green winter jacket
• Plastic orange whistle
• Gas mask she found while out on a scavenging day
• Flare gun containing one red flare
• Baseball bat, modded with nails through it

::Skills::
• Great cook in a pinch, and without many resources
• Motherly, and able to sooth most
• Heavy set, and can use her weight to move most things
• Charming, easy to talk to and lean on when in trouble
• Tidy, often the one cleaning up their living area

::Flaws::
• Not in shape, slow and clumsy
• Doesn't trust newcomers very easily

::Other::
• Husband and two sons are possibly dead but definitely unaccounted for
• Allergic to cats
• Snores

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Name
Tiffany Nancy Ashford.

Nickames
Most friends call her Tiff. Coach calls her Ashford.

Age
Seventeen.

Gender
Female.

Sexuality
Bisexual.

Relationship Status
Open for discussion.

Label
Art Ho, Moron, Member of The Thorns.

Appearance Details
  • Hair: Sandy Blonde | Straight | Recently cut above shoulders, and curled daily.
  • Eyes: Grey.
  • Height: Five foot four.
  • Body Type: Athletic.
  • Clothing Style: Artsy Chic | Timberlands. Floral. Jean Jackets. Statement Pieces.
  • Makeup Wise: Tiffany loves and gravitates soft tones when it comes to her makeup: This includes 50 shades of pinks, nudes, and earthy tones. She would consider herself pretty high maintenance and well manicured.
  • Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Double pierced earlobes.

Personality Traits
Outgoing. Absent Minded. Artistic. Over Dramatic. Silly. Dumb.

If you're looking for a care free time filled with laughs, Tiffany is your girl. She is always looking for fun, even during the most mundane events- like homeroom. Very friendly and outgoing, wanting everyone to join in and be having a good time. She's an amazing cheerleader and first in line for positivity. However, life isn't always fun and games and when it hits Tiffany she breaks down and becomes very dramatic and reacts without thinking. Every problem is always world ending when it comes to Tiff.




Biography
Tiffany was named after an Aunt that she never met, at least she doesn't think she has. A great start to a life worth of not doing too much in a town that never saw too much action. Thankfully she was born into the age of technology and has the internet and the handful of electronics she owns to keep her busy. Youtube makeup tutorials are her bible. She led a fairly average upbringing, nothing out of the ordinary or traumatic along with her two sisters. When not going to school she spends time her group around town, rather it be going to the mall or hiding the fact that she enjoys eating hot cheetos and takis without a shirt on in her bedroom with the door locked.

The Ohio native is closest to her father (Andrew) in the respect of her parents, she admires him for being the head of the family, and always keeping his cool when mom (Nancy) tends to freak out and overreact. She envies her older sister (Tracy) who left town for college, and tries to avoid babysitting her younger sister (Taylor) at all costs.

At school she portrays a very peppy and excitable young teen. Tiffany has dreams of being a fashion designer and has most of her electives are art related. Her afterschool activities include Cheer and Student Council. She needs a tutor for most of her core classes that her mother had paid for. Her best friends are called The Thorns, though she still hasn't really figured out why.

Family
Andrew Ashford - Father - Car Salesman.
Nancy - Mother - Kohl's Cashier.
Tracy - Older Sister - College Student.
Taylor - Younger Sister - Middle School Student.

Likes
Dancing.
Summer time weather.
Makeovers.
Sunflowers.
Fashion design.

Dislikes
Tests.
Being woken up early.
Party poopers.
When someone calls her stupid.
Heavy metal music.
The smell of too much perfume.

Roleplay Information
Sophie Simnett | D8BD51

Extra Factoids
- Drives an orange Jeep that her father scored her.
- Doesn't know how to pronounce Massachusetts.
- Allergic to lavender.
- Favorite part of Christmas is the family time.
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N A M E
Eugene Lloyd Yuletree

A G E
Fifty Four

B I R T H D A Y
Spring 4th

G E N D E R
Male

O C C U P A T I O N
Mayor





P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S
Bubbly. Selfish. Loud. Obnoxious. Excitable. Lonely. Endearing.


F A V O R I T E S E A S O N
Winter.


F A V O R I T E C O L O R
Dark Blue.


F A V O R I T E F O O D
Winterberry Cake.


L I K E S
- Receiving presents
- Gathering with his friends
- Attending carnivals, events, and parties
- Playing the drums very early and loudly in the morning
- Speaking to and trying to woo eligible mothers to his children
- The Harvest Goddess
- Sweets, treats, and good eats
- Funky hats


D I S L I K E S
- Not being the center of attention
- When the HOT summer season comes around
- BigCo trying to tear down his village
- Having no hair on top of his dirty dome
- Awkward silences
- Spicy and sour foods
- Being told how to do something
- Ungrateful residents of Root River


D O Y O U B E L I E V E I N M A G I C ?
Absolutely! Eugene believes that all of these things exist and does everything in his powers to celebrate the mystical beings around him. Sometimes he takes a little too much credit for their actions but he swears that he gives them their acknowledgement in the privacy of his own home.






F A M I L Y M E M B E R S
Technically Eugene is several times over junior of the Eugene Yuletree line, his father and his father before him were named Eugene Yuletree and he hopes to name his own child that one day. His mother was named Janice Yuletree and both of them are in a retirement home in the city.


A N I M A L F R I E N D S
Eugene does not have any animal friends, but he does enjoy their company.


H O M E L I F E
{Lot #9} The Mayor's orchard is a place of confusion and wonder. It has a large orchard and pond out back where Eugene boasts has the best fruit and best fish that the land has to offer. The inside of his home is aged but well crafted. Passed down from generations and generations. Some of the rooms lead to nowhere and have not even been explored by the current mayor himself. He has a maid and butler that take care of all his cleaning but he hasn't seen them in probably five or seven years.


S T O R Y
The Mayor's position is that of enjoyment and responsibility- when the Yuletree family welcomed their one and only son Eugene Yuletree (The XV) order felt restored and they felt Root River would once again be in good hands. For some reason the town always held an election, but the child of the previous mayor always just won by default. It could be because no one else was aware of the election, but MOST would say it's because it was clear that the Yuletree family was just the most capable of the job.

Eugene was raised as a spoiled young boy and always got his way, and when he didn't he would have quite a tantrum until he did. This attitude followed him into his teens and far into his adult life making him one of the most hardest men to please, unless you were doing exactly what he said when he said it. This lifestyle has worked out for the mayor for the most part and he has lived quite a well off life, without much complaints.

However, lately Eugene is getting nervous that he will not be able to have a child to carry on the family name and take over the family business. He is getting quite desperate and has been even giving presents to the Harvest Goddess daily in hopes that she will grant his one true wish. When not worried about the state of his affairs he spends some of his time trying to encourage the town to keep their spirits up while the BigCo fiasco happens around them. He is sure that the town will pull through, and can only hope for the best.
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Appearance Details

He's a little teapot short and stout. Dontae is a short and rather chubby freshman who is still going through puberty. His Mama (Desirae) would say that "It's just his baby fat, he'll grow out of it!" but his older sister (Mercedes, Seventeen) would bet her life on the fact that he eats nothing but junk food at home. Adorning his face are dark brown eyes that are always framed with his caramel colored bifocals. His hair is black and naturally curly that he likes to keep short. Although born decades after the 90's Dontae's style can be a reflection of the time period. He enjoys bright and bold colors, patterns, and can sometimes even be seen sporting a knock of Gucci fanny pack. He does not wear any makeup or jewelry, and has no prominent scars.
Characterization

Goofball by nature with. Sensitive side by nurture. Dontae is one of the friendliest and outgoing people in his graduating class. He is constantly cracking jokes while trying to showcase his talent as the next hip hop and rap star. He uploads all of his videos on youtube, soundcloud, tiktok, instagram, and even on facebook when his grandma wants to see. Dontae is a mama's boy and isn't afraid to let anyone know it, she raised him and his older sister all by herself in their one bedroom apartment and he thinks the absolute world of her and her accomplishments.

Some would think Dontae plays around too much but he works hard at both his craft and his school work. He is a very good student and tries his best to get good grades. He does not participate in any sports or any after school activities besides hanging out with his friends now and again. He tried out for football this year, but realized that it was a lot more work than he imagined. Basketball tryouts were supposed to be his next attempt at a sport but then everything went down the drain quickly because of the zombies and all.

During this event the young boy has gone through several emotions but has shown a constant positive attitude and despite his age has been very mature and realistic about his decisions. He complains about being hungry often and wishes that he could have a bag of cheetos or a double butter burger basket from Culvers every few hours to his peers.
Inventory

- His fanny pack, empty besides an inhaler
- Knock off airpods he got for his birthday in October
- A city bus card


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