*Full Birth-Given Name: “Jacque (pronounced ‘Jack’) Yuley is the name.” Nickname: “'Jacque the Ripper'. Everyone on the job calls me that, anyway. My girl and little brother, well, and the rest of the district who aren't workers know me as just simply 'Jay'.” *District Relation in Name: “My father thought it would be funny to name me ‘Jack’, because we are LumberJacks by District.. my mother wanted a unique spelling. Even though it’s supposed to be pronounced as ‘Jjj-awk’, it’s pronounced Jack. Our last name is also a play on the word Yule, which is a type of tree. Our family name is known big in our district, as well.”
: Gender :
What Makes Me ME: “Really? Do I seriously have to answer that?” What Defines Me: “I’ve got a girlfriend, so.. This should be a no-brainer, but I get you Capitol freaks aren’t as smart as you try to appear.. I’m heterosexual.”
: Birth :
*What’s My Age, Again?: “17 Years Old. Yeah, I know. On one of my last legs for the reaping and end up getting picked. Yay me, right?” Jacque adjusts himself in his seat, straightening up a bit, "Honestly it's my fault and choice, though. I took one for my team." Date & Time of Birth: “Why does this even matter? You know how old I am. No need to know any further.”
:: General Information ::
: Origin :
*District #: “I am from the seventh District out of the thirte-.. twelve, I mean. It’s hard to remember there’s no longer thirteen of us, anymore.” *District Career: Lumber - “I am a LumberJack. Yes, haha, “LumberJacque”. Make fun like everyone else does.” *District Token: “This ring was my father’s, and his father gave it to him back when he turned 18. It was made out of the first tree my grandfather brought down. I have it now because, well.. if you don’t already know, you’ll find out.”
: Description :
For Those Who Don’t Know Me: Jacque is a people pleaser. He’ll do just about anything for anyone, even if they’ve done him wrong. He’s also a natural leader.. although he’d rather be a team member most times, being the team lead isn’t that difficult for him to become. Jacque has quite the temper on him though. Rub him the wrong way too far and you’ll catch a glimpse of ‘Jacque the Ripper’. He’s got, what seems like a quiet and reclusive demeanor at first, but really he just likes to stay quiet and watch everything from afar. Jacque has this rule, ‘Nothing ever gets done right when you do or say something without sitting back to think on it.. never done anyone any amount of good.’ For his age, Jacque is wise beyond his years and most definitely independent. Must have been brought up due to the fact he lost his parents so young and had to learn how to do everything on his own, while taking care of his baby brother all while trying to live as an adult trapped in a young kid’s body. As much as he doesn’t like to, he knows how to follow orders and is well-disciplined. His discomfort, more or less, with the Captiol stems from his father, who openly disagreed with their beliefs. *-The 5 Do’s: 1.Informed 2.Considerate 3.Wild 4.Reliable 5.Devoted *-The 5 Don’ts: 1.Stubborn 2.Quarrelsome 3.Pessimistic 4.Impatient 5.Unmerciful - if pushed to the limit *For Those Who’ve Never Seen Me: Jacque stands roughly at six feet four and a half inches tall, weighing around two-hundred and ten pounds. His eyes are a deep blue, like the Caspian Sea with thick, very dark locks of hair that don’t stretch past his ears. He’s starting to grow in his beard, a bit. It’s not much, but he has a five o’clock shadow that’s grown in. Under his clothing, he’s built with muscle. Jacque’s biceps are thick, massive for a kid his age, really.. and his chest and abs are defined. He also has large hands, and equally large feet to go with them. He’s, what District 7 would say, a fine LumberJack specimen. Almost perfect, some might even say. -Something You Don’t See Every Day: There’s deep scarring all over his upper body, on both front and back sides. A predominant group of four jagged lines stretching from his jaw to his mid stomach area nearly down the dead center of his chest. A reminder of the trauma he underwent when attacked by a wild timber wolf at the age of ten. Jacque's left hand is also scarred up with burns from the house fire in his childhood home. *Whatever You’ve Heard About Me Is a Lie: “I grew up in a decently wealthy family. Least, wealthy for the Districts. Nothing like what kids in the Capital get to grow up with.. I had my parents for all of 10 ½ years before they were taken from me. I raised my brother up nearly since the day he was born. After he was born, it hadn’t been long since my dad had been mauled by the same timber wolf that attacked me that my mother resorted to drinking. One day, she was drinking during the day while she was cooking lunch for herself and I.. she passed out drunk, and left the stove on. Whatever had been cooking in the stove that morning was burnt to a crisp and had eventually caught fire, spreading throughout the house. At the time, I had been down the road a ways playing with some fellow District kids when I saw the smoke rising from the direction my house was in. I ran as fast as I could to my home and ran inside without a second thought. To no avail, I couldn’t locate my mother but found my brother almost immediately due to his crying out from his nursery room. I got out of there as soon as I could, but not unscathed. I spent the next 6 years living with my aunt and uncle, who had children of their own and didn’t have the means to feed all of us.. so I got a job when I was just 11 years old. I helped haul wood, transferring planks and logs from one pile to the next. I spent the next 4 years doing that until I turned 15 and got myself an actual Lumbering job. It became a huge joke in my house that I could now officially be called ‘LumberJacque’. As for the games in those years where I was posted up at the reaping, and even before, I never liked watching the games.. and never had a fear of getting chosen. Surprised more often than not. Had my name in there so many times each year. This year was just unavoidable. Didn’t matter how many times my name was in that pot. I volunteered for that Willom boy I used to pal around with when we were youngins, and even then some. He was a couple years younger than me, but he got me better than the rest.. he had a major accident on the yard on his first day lumberin’ and busted himself up real good. Willom couldn’t walk right since that day.. I volunteered for him, because I knew I’d at least have a slight chance at winning, whereas he did not. I couldn't allow him to be the one.. wasn't going to watch my friend die. Like my father used to say, 'It ain’t easy bein’ pals.'"
: Relationships :
Furry Friends: “I have a dog back home named Cedric. He's an old boy, though. Had him since I was 8 years old. He's nearly on his last leg of life.” Partners In Crime: “I’d have to say Willom was the only true friend I had besides my girlfriend Yanna. I really only hung around the two of them.” *Loved Ones Left Behind: “Pictured, from left to right & top to bottom, is my aunt, grandfather, grandmother, mom, uncle (by marriage) and my father. This, of course, is an old photograph. My grandparents have been gone since before I could remember, my parents are both gone as well.. been gone for 6 ½ years now. My aunt and uncle are the only ones still around. The last photo is my baby brother, who my mother had just before the house fire incident.. I saved my brother and I, but couldn’t save her. Just sucks that my brother never got to know our parents..” For a moment, Jacque’s eyes fall to the floor with a vacant expression before he looks back up as if nothing happened and continues, “That’s also our dog Cedric in the photo with my brother.”
*Someone Special Back Home: “Yanna, my love.. till we meet again.”
:: Other Information ::
: The Reaping :
*Volunteer or Natural: “I volunteered for the reaping. An old pal of mine, Willom, was chosen. I took his place because.. well, that’s what pals do. As sad as it is, he wouldn’t have made it very far in the Games.. I at least have a bit of a chance. More so than him, anyway.. I’d do anything for my friends." *Are the Odds In My Favor?: “My name is in ‘the pot’ 17 times. Not even for myself. I took rations for the less fortunate kids of my district whose parents couldn’t, or wouldn’t work. I try and take care of my people as best as I can.”
: Specialty & Threat Level :
*How Do You Use These?: “I know how to throw a hatchet with almost perfect accuracy. Don’t believe me? Try me!” *My Skills Pay the Bills: “I know how to start a fire all on my own. Just a stick and a log, I’ll have a fire up in less than a minute.” He smirks a bit and corrects himself, “Okay, maybe not under a minute, but I’m pretty quick at it!” *You Have Nothing to Worry About: “Threat level? Ha! I’d say I’m a solid level 10 threat!” Jacque smirks and looks back at the camera with a more serious look, “I don’t know honestly, but I hope I’m worth something on this so called ‘Threat Level’.”
:: Additional Information ::
: Random Facts :
BloodType: O Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous, but because of the burns on his left hand, he mainly uses his right. -Fears/Phobias: “I have an honest fear of wolves. I got attacked by one when I was just 10 years old. Luckily my father was nearby. He heard my screams and ran to help.. he averted the wolf’s attention from me and told me to run. I should have never ran. I ran all the way home and yelled for help. By the time we found my father and the wolf, it was too late. My father died trying to protect me. Since then, I’ve stayed away from the woods unless I’m on the clock surrounded by the other loggers.” Favorite Quote: “Can’t wrap your arms around a memory.”
*Full Birth-Given Name: “Um, Mina..” After a moment of silence, the reporter asks for her whole name, and Mina turns a bright red before replying, “Mina Anglo, sorry. That’s my full name.” Nickname: “My best friend used to call to me by ‘May’, because my initials are M.A. So I guess that could count.. my first name is already short as it is, so I never grew up with any other nickname than May. I’d prefer to go by Mina, though. Only Nina gets to call me ‘May’.” *District Relation in Name: “Mina's language of origin is Sanskrit and it is predominantly used in the Indian language. Meaning: 'fish'. My last name Anglo, I would only assume, is a play on the word Angler.”
: Gender :
What Makes Me ME: “I am a girl. I find it very offensive that you had to ask that, as if you couldn’t guess.” What Defines Me: “Heterosexual. Besides, have you ever run into someone in the Districts who is OPENLY bisexual or homosexual? I think not.”
: Birth :
*What’s My Age, Again?: “I’ll be spending my 15th birthday inside the Games.” Date & Time of Birth: “You’ll know when my birthday is. As I said before, I’m gonna be spending it within the walls of the games.. far, far away from anyone I wish I could spend my last one, with.”
:: General Information ::
: Origin :
*District #: “I am from District 4.” *District Career: Fishing - “I have a job, sure. I’m the fish gutter. One of the workers in charge of cleaning out the fish that are brought in. Not difficult at all, honestly.. just really gross. Not many girls are too eager to do the job that I have, but some like me don’t really mind. I grew up with older brothers, so the things my brothers have put me through makes my job look like it’s a piece of cake!” *District Token: “I have this wooden bear necklace that my father made and gave to me. The first time he took me out fishing, we encountered a bear. Dad always said they were good luck and always called them ‘Nature’s Fisherman’.”
: Description :
*For Those Who Don’t Know Me: “It goes without saying that about 98% of the people who meet me instantly love me. I am a real people person once I warm up to someone, and am very friendly upon meeting new people but can be super shy at times as well. Once you get to know me, I'll be one of your most trusted and loyal friends. Or, at least I hope I can be. I expect a lot of myself, and put others needs before my own. I am very family-oriented, and will do whatever it takes to make it back home safe. I'm definitely different. Some might even say I'm difficult. They're right, because truth of the matter is I'm complicated.” *-The 5 Do’s: 1.Compassionate 2.Considerate 3.Loyal 4.Trustworthy 5.Easy-Going *-The 5 Don’ts: 1.Self-Loathing 2.Quick to Judge, sometimes 3.Reclusive 4.Quiet - won’t speak up, or speak what’s on her mind 5.Over-Achiever - sometimes a bit too much effort put into things *For Those Who’ve Never Seen Me: “I’m roughly five foot five inches tall and weigh around one-hundred and twenty pounds. My skin is a light tan. My hair is a golden brown in the sunlight but during the nighttime hours, it’s quite dark, itself. My eyes match my hair, as well. I have a somewhat scrawny build, and have lean muscle on my arms and legs. I’m a runner. I love to run. My stamina is through the roof, so best of luck to you trying to catch me on foot on the arena.” *Whatever You’ve Heard About Me Is a Lie: “I had a decently boring life, growing up. There was nothing out of the ordinary in my life that would be interesting enough to talk about, honestly. My family and I live a very quiet, invisible life. We’re just a number, in the many lives that live in the districts. We do what’s expected of us and keep the peace, though I’ve heard whispers through my house of how the Rebellion had been a good thing, that the only thing stopping my parents from trying to continue that work was us kids. Of course I’d never say anything to anyone else.. only reason I’m telling you is because you aren’t going to tell anyone.” A moment of worry and regret rushes over her face as she adjusts herself in her seat and leans in slightly, whispering brokenly, “Y-You aren’t going to tell anyone, right?...”
: Relationships :
Furry Friends: “My cat Fly who I’ve had the last 3 years follows me everywhere. Especially when I go into work, she’ll stay right at my heels because she knows she can get some fish guts if she comes with me. Regardless if it’s me or one of the other workers, she gets what she wants, most of the time.”
*Partners In Crime: “I had one good friend, Nina and multiple ‘friends’ who I knew by just simply growing up in D4. Nina is my best friend. Our parents grew up together and our moms named us similarly, knowing we'd be just as close as our names are.” *Loved Ones Left Behind: “My momma, daddy, and three brothers, Nile, Ryvers and Laken. In the photo below, it’s (obviously) mom first.. the second photo, from left to right, is Laken, dad, Nile and then Ryvers.”
*Someone Special Back Home: “There was this boy that I had thought who loved me, but turns out his heart had been set on another girl.”
:: Other Information ::
: The Reaping :
*Volunteer or Natural: “I was naturally reaped.” Are the Odds In My Favor?: “The odds were never in my favor. As soon as your name is in that pot, you’re no longer safe. No matter how many times your name is written on one of those slips..” Her name was in the pot 5 times.
: Specialty & Threat Level :
*How Do You Use These?: “My dad used to take me fishing with him, and each time it was different. We would use something different to catch the fish each time. A few times, we used spears to catch our fish in the streams. He taught me how to throw them at targets, as well. I’m not very good at it, but I’m sure I can manage in the games if I just get my hands on a spear or trident.” *My Skills Pay the Bills: “I can tie any kind of knot you can think of. I’m pretty decent at scavenging for stuff.. mainly earthworms and different kinds of nuts and berries. Homemade fishing rod? No problem, for me! I also used to help my mom in her bakery, where I used to decorate cupcakes, cookies and full-size cakes. I’ve seen in past games where people have camouflaged themselves with mud and things.. I’m sure I could learn to do something like that if I took the time to practice!” Official/Personal Training: “I grew up with three brothers. I had to know how to fight and grapple to get out of their death locks. Of course I know it’s not gonna do me much good in the games to say I’ve fought my brothers before, but they treated me like another brother. They were rough on me, and I learned how to defend myself against them. I think that gives me some kind of advantage when it comes to close combat, stuff.” *You Have Nothing to Worry About: To be determined...
:: Additional Information ::
: Random Facts :
Blood Type: AB+ Dominant Hand: Left, but throws with her right. Fears/Phobias: “I have a fear of being.. abandoned, I guess. I don’t like being alone..” Favorite Quote: “Not all those who wander are lost.”
♦Name♦ "My name is Bronwyn Wild, but I just go by Brynn. No need for the full name. I hate it, anyway." ♦Gender♦ "Is it that hard to tell? I'm a female, you uncultured swine." ♦Age♦ "21-years of age." ♦Other♦ "I've got combat skills. Grimm, Vi and I train, it's not just on them when it comes to protection between us. I can fight." ♦Personality♦ "I guess you could say I'm your typical loner. Kind of a rebel, as well, honestly. Not the hard-core types, but one all the same. I care deeply, and love purely. Throughout the years of hardships I've faced, I manage to keep a soft spirit and a kind heart. I'm a fighter. I stand up for what's right in the world. Not much that's right about it, now, but.. I don't give up. Nor am I easily intimidated by the Regime, or anyone else. Stubborn, hard-headed, strong-willed.. whatever you may call it. All of the above, I guess. I don't give up easy, that's for sure. I doubt you'll find another girl quite like me." ♦Background♦ "I lost my mother when I was young, and my father. Well, he was never around back in the day, but out of the blue decided to pop back into my life. Come to find out, my father is a high ranking Regime Officer. Makes me hate him even more. I've pretty much been on my own since I was 12-years-old. Luckily when I was 14, nearly 15, I found Grimm. Since then, he and I have thrived pretty well.. for a couple of orphans, anyway. We've stayed out of the Regime's eye for the most part, up until my father mysteriously found us. We only take what we need but we always give back - except for Grimm's pokeball. I'm not giving that back, obviously. I found it on the road, where it must have fallen out of a Regime transport truck." ♦Pokemon♦ "On Regime books, I've got my female Vulpix, named 'V'. What they don't know, is I've also got a second Pokemon. A male Cubone I've named Grimm." ♦Pokemon Background♦ "My Cubone, Grimm has been with me 6, almost 7 years. Grimm and I were truly meant for one another. I lost my mother when I was just 11-years-old, on the brink of turning 12, to liver failure. Come to find out later, she was a heavy alcoholic. Anyway, I was out in the woods moping around while attempting to gather some firewood before dark when I, quite literally, stumbled upon a small Pokemon. I picked up the logs I'd dropped in the process to turn back to the Pokemon to find it was crying, sitting up against a bush. Leaves, branches and scuff marks covered the ground, ugly scars left on tree trunks that now oozed it's lifeblood sap.... The poor Pokemon had tear stains running through the dirt layer on his face mask. His crying grew louder from the moment I gazed his way. I felt sorry for him. I'd heard stories of the Cubone Pokemon, and thinking back on them now, I could relate to it. I got down on one knee, setting aside my scrawny logs to free my hands so I could pull out the bandanna from my back pocket. With it, I held up my hand to show him I had no weapon and I meant no harm. The Cubone's crying stopped almost instantly and he watched me with weary eyes, probably not sure what to do in the moment. Let me in, or run. I'd have chosen the latter if I was him, I wouldn't have blamed him. With a cautious hand, I wiped his mask clean of both tears and dirt. I picked up his club and held it out to him as I murmured, "My mother's gone, too. You'll see yours again, one day." I got up once he took his club back, gathering my things and leaving. To my surprise, a few minutes up the road the very same Cubone was in my path, staring me down with a kind smile. He had to have cut through the forest to beat me there, but there he stood. The Cubone followed me all the way home, and ever has followed me every step of the way since. I am his, and Grimm is mine. How I came across Vee is, well. It's a different story, I'll tell you that. When my father, Rhaeger Cross the Regime Officer reappeared in my life, he taught me quite a bit about how to avoid the Regime and how to properly train my pokemon. Honestly, that's the only thing I'm grateful about him giving me, besides V. Before parting ways, my father handed me a deep red Cherish Ball and told me it was a gift from my mother. I released the pokemon to find a small Vulpix with five tails, hence the name V. Roman numeral for five. Had it not been sent by my mother, I'd have given it back. V remains the only pokemon in my possession on Regime records, thanks to my father. The relationship I have with V isn't as strong as the one I have with Grimm, but each shares mutual respect between trainer and pokemon. I've run into trainers who treat their pokemon much like the Regime do to their 'service pokemon'. Master and Servant. It's disgusting. Pokemon deserve to be treated better. They're much like us. On the run, afraid and alone. Why shouldn't they be treated the same as we'd treat another human being?" ♦Appearance♦ "I have dark brown eyes and the hair to match them. My hair length extends down to my chest and remains straight until it gets humid, then it gets a bit of a wavy curl going on. Standing straight, I peak at about 5'10" and weight approximately 145lbs. Slim, athletic build." ♦Outfit & Pack♦ "Plain black snapback hat. White v-neck, short-sleeve t-shirt. Black, sleeveless vest. Black boots. Black pants. Dark brown bomber jacket. Black sling backpack with included camelbak and side-pouch bottle." 2.0 (Face Claim: Hailee Steinfeld)
Face Claim: Hailee Steinfeld “Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.” –Edna St. Vincent Millay Hear You Me - Jimmy Eat World | Stressed Out - Twenty One Pilots ►Full Name◄
"Davina Marie Devereaux is my whole birth-given name. My mom wanted Davina, and my dad wanted to name me after my grandma.. so they "
►Nickname◄
"I've got two nicknames, and a name I go by in JROTC. My nickname that my friends call me is simply 'Dee'. The other nickname they call me sometimes is 'Raven', because of my newest tattoos and the fact I'm 'dark and mysterious' like the character from Teen Titans. My friends are kinda lame like that, but I've taken a liking to it. I normally just go by my actual name. I go by my last name in JROTC, because.. it's like being in the military. They only address you by your last name. Other than those, I really don't have any nicknames."
►Birth Date◄
"May 20th, 1999."
►Age◄
"I'm 16-years-old. Is it that hard for you to do the math on your own?"
►Gender◄
"Female, you uncultured swine. It's really not that hard to tell. Curved figure and C-cup boobs. Really? You couldn't tell, huh?"
►Sexuality◄
"Heterosexual, but slightly bi-curious."
►Relationship Status◄
"Single Just.. got out of a relationship, not too long ago. Kind of hoping for a summer fling, but if it doesn't happen, I'll be perfectly content. Not trying to rush into anything, but.. you know, if it happens, it happens, right?"
►Sexually Active◄
"Normally, I'd say I save it for when I'm in a relationship.. but I've been tied down in one since 8th grade. I think it's time to live a little, if you catch my drift."
►Team Color◄
"Red, baby! Get to sport one of my two favorite colors! Those being black and red. Can't have one without the other!"
►Years At Camp◄
"This is my first year, here at camp. Looking forward to this new experience. Looking forward to my time here, at Camp Liberty."
►In Depth Appearance◄
"I stand about five foot' eight inches tall and weigh approximately one-hundred and thirty-eight pounds, last I checked. In order to stay in JROTC I have to be able to pass all the tests, such as our Mile Run and BMI as well, so I stay pretty active and maintain quite an athletic build. I have a pair of snake bite studs in my lower lip, as well as two tattoos. Yeah, I know. I'm 16, but with parents permission you can get a tattoo at such age. From my shoulders to my lower biceps extend black raven wings, and across my chest reads a quote that says, 'Can't wrap your arms around a memory.' I also wear a paper crane necklace and a ring that were both from my mother. The necklace was a gift to me on my eighth birthday, and the ring was hers. She never really gave it to me, I just ended up with it once she passed. It was the engagement ring my dad gave to my mom, back when they actually showed some decent kind of emotion towards each other. As far as my wardrobe goes, my friends call me a 'skater girl', although I can't skateboard for the life of me. Always wanted to, but never could. I like snapbacks and graphic tees with a smooth-fitting pair of jeans to go with them, and black converse to finish off the look. Yeah, I know. Still haven't grown out of my 'tomboy' phase. I just like to keep it simple. My hair is usually down, but occasionally I'll prop it up in a bun or ponytail, but that's very rare."
►Habits & Quirks◄
"I have a habit of being early to meetings, appointments, and even classes. Most of the time while I'm out, I'll purposely keep a handful of excess change in my pocket if I happen to run into a homeless person so I may give it to them. I have a really bad habit of quoting movies, mainly Disney movies. It can get pretty bad, don't even get me started. I can probably tell you the name of a movie if I hear a quote from it, because even after watching a movie once, I memorize most of it by heart. While out at a restaurant, after finishing the meal I tend to stack the plates and place all trash and utensils on top of the plate stack. Sometimes even placing back all the condiments where they were found. My mother was a waitress, and so were most the women on my mom's side of the family. I guess it's in our genes. I don't really know if it's good or bad, but when I'm thinking hard on something, I'll pull a quarter out of my wallet and roll it over my knuckles."
►Likes & Dislikes◄
"I like wolves, kids, music of any and all kinds except Ska music, action movies, fantasy fiction books, video games such as Call of Duty, and my dog Fly. As for dislikes, I don't like being alone at night or sleeping without my dog, nor do I like being interrupted while talking, certain rap music and all ska music.. politics really aren't my thing, nor is religion. I'll tell you one thing I highly dislike. Being cat-called."
►Fears & Phobias◄
"I've got what is called Atychiphobia and Autophobia. They are being afraid of failing, and afraid of being alone."
►Good Personality Traits◄
"I'm stoic, level-headed, a hopeless romantic, loyal and independent."
►Bad Personality Traits◄
"I can be quite a pessimist most days, shyness is something that's kept me from doing a lot in life, patience definitely isn't one of my virtues, quite stubborn and severely indecisive."
►Personality◄
“I think all around, I’m a pretty decent person. I don’t really let the little things define who I am or was, and am quite proud of the person I’ve become, to be honest. Through the evils I’ve suffered throughout the years I’ve managed to keep a soft spirit and a kind heart. Most everyone I’ve met could agree that I’ve got quite a large one, when it comes to hearts. I’m one of those shy, soft-spoken types who doesn’t let her guard down for anything or anyone. Due to some of the things that happened in my past, I often times have trouble making friends sometimes because I'm a bit reclusive.. but once I'm accepted into a group, people bring out the crazy, out-going side of me. I have about a handful of good friends, and over the years that number has diminished but it’s whatever, ya’ know? Live and learn. I only trust those I know best, and hope to God that they trust me just the same because those who put their faith in me will never be let down. I’m a lover and a fighter. I fight for the things and people I love, and will not stop until what I fight for has been won. I’m stubborn, hard-headed, strong-willed.. whatever you’d like to call it. I am all of the above, haha. I can guarantee you though, I’m a rare catch. You’ll never find another girl quite like me.”
►Place Of Origin◄
"I literally grew up on the good part of East Side Long Beach in Southern Cali. I was born and raised there in the city. I went to Gator Gant Elementary, Buffum Elementary, and ended my elementary school years at Mark Twain Elementary. Spent middle school at Bancroft, and am now attending Robert A. Millikan Senior High for high school. You don't wanna venture too far into the West Side, close to downtown.. you might literally be killed if you're caught in the wrong neighborhood after dark. That's why I mainly stay on the East Side where the street lights stay on, bright and watchful of the lonely night owls wandering about."
►Background◄
"I had a fairly normal life. For me, anyway. I was born in Long Beach, CA at LB Memorial Hospital My parents were never married, and by the time I came of age to really understand things that went on in each household, both parents already had a significant of their own. Well, my mom had hers, my father however had several. One in particular, that was around for the first eight years of my life. Her name was Debbie, and she had three young boys named Gus, Steven and Tyler. I grew up with those boys, and they're part of the reason I am who I am today. The other part is my mom's doing. She was the exact same way, a tomboy. Even up into her mid-thirties, she still wore caps around in the day and slept in boxer briefs at night. My mother had some things done to her when she was younger that brought her to drinking, and she was a heavy drinker, too. Her boss was no help, in that area. He let her drink on the job, and then she'd come home and blackout drunk off her a**. Even when she was drunk, though, she tried her hardest to be the best mom she could be. When she was sober, she'd take me places like Knott's Berry Farm and even Disneyland, back when it wasn't so expensive. I loved her through it all, both good and bad. She was my best friend. People often mistook us for sisters rather than mother and daughter because she looked so young and I so mature for my age. How couldn't I have been? I was the parent, between the two of us. I was constantly taking care of her, looking out for her well-being when she no longer could. Her fiance tried to help, but there wasn't much he could do when he was constantly away at work. My dad, suffering with the pains of his own past addiction to drugs, tried helping my mom get to some AA meetings. She went, and even took me with her a couple of times. There was a playroom for the kids to go into when the parents were in the meeting, but I never played with the kids, I always sat by the window and tried my hardest to listen in to what the people in the meeting had to say.. especially if it was my mom sharing her story. I lived to understand the kind of pain she was going through. I spent most of my younger years blaming myself for the way she acted, why she drank herself into a darkness. Drank herself to death, literally. It has taken me a few years to get over it. She passed when I was just 11-years-old. Once she passed, I went to live with my father who had since met a new woman and married her. She had two children of her own, and soon enough, one more on the way. My step brother, step sister and later my half-brother taught me how to be responsible. Not willingly, of course. My dad and stepmom would leave me with the kids and go to NA meetings in the afternoons and late nights. I missed out on quite a bit because of that, but I don't regret it. I only lived with my father for two years, till I finished out middle school, and then I went to live with my mom's mom. The place I currently reside. We live in a little two-bedroom apartment on the floor level. I'm now in my Sophomore year of high school at Robert A. Millikan Senior High, and am loving it, so far. My spanish teacher, Ms. Goldman, turned me on to the idea of going to camp. She figured it'd do me some good to experience the outdoors more often and make some new friends over the summer. She insisted on it, actually. I listened, because over the course of my two years in the class with her, I'd created a bond with her and strongly trusted her. Goldman was more like a second mother, to me. Anyway, though, that's my story. Sorry for babbling.. I tend to do that a lot."
►Extra◄
I like to take my dog to the park and run around with her till the both of us tire each other out. My dog is literally my everything. She's my furry kid, and I love spending time with that little sh*t of mine. :3
Taken by Kol Danverswho is a Junior, this year. He and I live in the same neighborhood, and met through our fathers. Both of our fathers went to AA meetings, and Kol and I were a couple of the kids who practically grew up in the rooms of AA. Our fathers became fast friends, and both eventually fell back into their old habits, enjoying it together in their new-found friendship. Kol and I became very close and decided one day that we'd take a shot at being something more. We've been together for a year and a half, now. Kol is my flashlight.
|| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||
Standing at an approximate five foot four, weighing a total one-hundred and twenty-six pounds, I'm built with a majority of muscle and lean fat. I have a slim figure with slight curves, a set of average B-cups and a killer smile to go with it. My dark hair is quite lengthy, stretching past my breasts an inch or so. Dark, 'sh*t-brown' eyes match my hair color perfectly. Almost seeming black, in the darker hours of the day. In direct sunlight, my eyes brighten up and become more of a golden-brown. I've got my great-grandmother's nose, my mother's eyes and a mouth just like my father's. Both in shape and the way we talk. Quite the sailor, sometimes. Or at least that's what I've been told. I've got major scarring on my left hand from burns I received in a house fire that nearly took the life of my youngest brother. What people don't know because they can't see them is that I've also got quite the graveyard of scars on my upper thighs. Back in my early middle school days, I became an emotional cutter. No one knows of this, not even my parents. Well, Kol knows.. but he's the only exception, and I'd like to keep it that way.
I'd think others would see me as a semi-quiet person, one who doesn't particularly enjoy speaking up for herself which by default makes me an excellent target for people who like to talk sh*t.. I am well-disciplined and am a great leader, when it comes to working together with others on such things as class projects and assignments. It pretty much goes without saying that about 98% of the people who meet me instantly love me. I am a real people person once I can get a feel for them, and am very friendly upon meeting new people but can be super shy at times, as well. Once you get to know me, I'll be one of your most trusted and loyal friends. Or, at least I hope I can be. I expect a lot of myself, and put others needs before my own. I am very family-oriented. I'm definitely different. Some might even say I'm difficult. They're right, because truth of the matter is, I'm complicated.
|| QUIRKS ||
→ Always knowing what direction I am heading in. → I have a weakness for rescuing stray animals. → When dining out, before I leave, I always tidy up the dishes into neat stacks and reset condiments. → Constantly quoting my favorite movies and can usually identify a movie by a single quote. I can remember a whole movie's worth of monologue but can't remember what I ate for dinner last week. Like, really? → I can speak in cartoon-like voices that sound nothing like my actual voice. Usually when reciting Disney movie monologue or cosplaying Harley Quinn. → I tend to be roughly ten to thirty minutes early to any kind of appointment, meeting or even my school classes. I like to be punctual.
+ My furkids (pets) → Timber Wolf / Shepard Hybrids (same litter)Roan & Shadow → Shepard Mix & Rex RatCoyote (k-eye-oat) & Boog. Coyote is my youngest brother's, technically. + Wolves♥ + Harley Quinn♦ + DC Comics + Gaming + Reading + Artsy Activities + Animals + Summer + Sweater Weather + Cuddling + Hugs + Dodgeball + Softball + Volleyball + Texting + Helping Others + Laughing + Good Vibes + Rain / Storms + Smoking not ciggarettes.. + Guys with Beards - Being Alone - Crowded Rooms - Enclosed/Small Spaces - Crying in Front of Others - Being Touched Unexpectedly - Drinking / Drunk People - Horror Movies in Dark Rooms - Chewing with an Open Mouth - Common Core Math - Cheaters - Animal Abuse - Make-Up - Annoying People
The Little Bits and Pieces I Have Left
|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||
→ Mother ✦ Monica Marie Delaney ✦ Deceased → Father ✦ Miles Joseph Bradshaw ✦ Self-Employed Contractor → Step-Mother ✦ Laurel Des Young ✦ Counselor for Reach Out Local 'help' for Troubled Youth → Grandmother, Mother's Side ✦ Yvonne Shiela Delaney ✦ Retired, Living in Retirement Community → Grandmother, Father's Side ✦ Donna Marie Bradshaw ✦ Retired, Living in Senior Living Home → Eldest Half-Sister, Father's First Marriage ✦ Genevieve Bradshaw ✦ College pursuing the Arts → Eldest Half-Brother, Father's First Marriage ✦ James David Bradshaw ✦ Working part-time job while helping his elderly grandmother → Ⅰ Eldest Full-Brother ✦ Joseph Daniel Delaney ✦ Works at K-Mart part-time, other half of his time he helps dad on his job sites → Ⅱ Elder Full-Brother ✦ Tyler Kaidan Bradshaw ✦ College Freshman at a local community college, works at Culver's full-time → Ⅲ Elder Full-Brother ✦ Wyatt Malloy Delaney ✦ 12th Grade, part-time at Culver's with Tyler → Youngest Half-Brother, Father's Current Dying Relationship ✦ Christopher Michael Bradshaw ✦ Stays at home or with babysitter → Cousin, Mother's Side ✦ Devon McCracken ✦ 11th Grade, part-time at Circle K
|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION ||
The house that built me is a two-story, five-bedroom, two-bath home, with an added attic and basement built in. Two bedrooms sit on the first floor (icluding the Masteer) while the other three sit on the second floor. Painted white with a dark brown roof. The windows are short in width but stand tall, five in a row on the first floor, and four in a row on the second. The attic also has windows. Four small ones in total, all grouped together. There's also a small porch area outside of the front door. There's a flimsy metal door that encloses the porch before you can get to the front door. Once inside, you'll notice nothing is particularly new in this house. Since my mother passed, things haven't been taken care of as well as they should. Paint is beginning to peel off the walls, the floorboards creak louder than they used to and depending on your step, even cave in slightly as if ready to collapse. The four rooms used for the Delaney/Bradshaw kids were quite small, the master bedroom was only slightly bigger than theirs. Many family photos litter the walls of the house, as well as old notes and drawings plastered on the old fridge with magnets of every shape and size. Now that only Wyatt, Christopher and I live at the house with dad, we each have our own rooms and dad has his room and own little office space out of the fifth bedroom. In the backyard, there's a tree house and a play-set that was built when Tyler and Wyatt were kids that now only Christopher uses. Sometimes I indulge in his childish games and will play outside with him in the tree house and on the play set, pushing him on the swings or helping him climb the monkey bars. The house that built me also tears me down. So many good and bad memories in this place..
|| CAR DESCRIPTION ||
I don't have my own car, yet. Kol does, though. He usually drives me to and from school so I don't have to rely on my dad.
The Nitty Gritty Truths About Me You'll Probably Never Know
|| BIOGRAPHY ||
Where do I even begin? |Taking a moment, Aria takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out, rubbing her palms over the tops of her thighs firmly.| Well, I guess it all starts with my birth. I was born in the wee hours of a Friday morning, January 18th, 2002. My parents were engaged at the time of my arrival, but lasted only another two years before they broke off their relationship for the last time. With four boys and two girls on their hands, they did whatever they could to keep us as comfortable as they possibly could, even from separate households. Dad's was always the most packed, with James, Joseph, Tyler, Wyatt and Genevieve.. not to mention myself. No matter which house I was in, though, I was always the baby. Picked on by the rest of my siblings but got spoiled the most by my parents and grandmas. I've never known my 'grandpas'. My mother's dad was an alcoholic who used to beat my grandma, and my dad's absentee father was never around for him. He left my daddy early on in his childhood. The only man my daddy ever grew up looking up to were my great Uncle Glen and great grandpa, who we call 'Pops'. I spent most of my time at my mom's house, though. The three youngest of my brothers also stayed with my mom during the school week, and got to spend time at our dad's on the weekend. Over the years, both our parents found new people to be with and soon approx. 6 years after the split with dad our mom was engaged again to a man by the name of Walter Kennedy. He turned out to be a better stand-in-father than our own dad ever was, and probably ever would be. Mom worked at a bar called Poor Richard's as a bartender, and tended to drink on the job quite often only to come home hammered off her *ass. When she'd get home, she'd drink more until she'd black out. Walt wasn't too much help in this situation, although to his credit he did try convincing her to at least slow it down, knowing she didn't have the will to stop. She never did. After years of watching her stumble through the school grounds to pick me up from After School Program, screaming in a drunken cheers at me while I was acting up on stage for a play my class put on in 5th grade, and me having to search her room for peppermint schnapps bottles to empty out before she could return home. I may have been the baby in the household, but I seemed to be the only one trying to help mom with her disease. At one point or another, mom dragged me around to the AA meetings she went to like dad had suggested her to do. They didn't seem to be her thing, and before ya' knew it she was back to doing what she loved. Drinking. Wasn't too long after the family finally came to the conclusion she needed to go to rehab and her refusing treatment, that she landed herself in the hospital several times for blood transfusions. At that time, my dad convinced her and Walt to let him take over custody of me. I didn't really understand why until a few months later. Finally, one day just a week after Christmas of '12 had passed, she was back in the hospital, but this time the doctor said there was nothing they could do. Mom wouldn't wake. They transferred her to a convalescent facility where she spent her last week before she died of liver failure.. internal bleeding, including several spots on her brain. She died a complete stranger. The cirrhosis caused her skin to yellow and age, making her 36-year-old self to look 10 years older. Her death landed 11 days before my 12th birthday. Dad, however, worked as an independent contractor. Unlicensed and usually under the table, but he was very good at what he did.He also had a much different addiction, than mom did. Drugs. In his early years he dabbled in quite a few different things, but the one he refused to let go of was weed. Dad would lock himself in the garage and get high with his childhood buddies, leaving my siblings and I to our grandma to entertain us. It seemed at times I hardly even knew who my dad was. I became very close with my grandma during the early years of my childhood, and grew further apart from my dad. He would try buying our love with material things, and one time buying us a group of hermit crabs to somewhat satisfy our want for a house pet. On rare occasions, we'd take day trips to the lake or weekend trips to the river to camp and fish. Other than that, dad was hardly around for any of us. When my mother began to go downhill with her health about a year before her passing, to his credit, he went cold turkey and started going to NA meetings. During this time, he met my step-mom Laurel. They were both in NA trying to set their lives straight, and going against the 'unspoken rule' of the meetings (not dating anyone till after your first year of sobriety), they began dating and sooner than later found out they were pregnant. 9 months later I was blessed with the fact I was no longer the baby, anymore and had to do a bit of growing up. Even though I was the youngest of the older siblings in the Bradshaw house, I was the one stuck babysitting Christopher while dad and Laurel went away to NA meetings that sometimes lasted till the early hours of the morning. Dad kept me at my school to finish out 6th grade, but once the school year ended, I was transferred into a new school in the town near the apartment my father and Laurel rented. I spent the two years of my Middle School life living with my father and step-mom. I was treated like Cinderella, during those times, although thankfully I didn't have any mean step-siblings to deal with. Just my own brothers, who still managed to be a pain in my rear. During the last two years, my dad dropped NA and started going to AA meetings but eventually dropped out when he met Mr. Danvers (Kol's dad) who he began going on drinking binges with. It's difficult living with old memories After 8th grade graduation, dad and Laurel bought the house that his mom used to own in the same town I was born and raised in. So, here I am. Enrollment day at Arrowsmith High. Not too excited for school, especially high school of all things, but it is the high school I would have gone to had my mom still been around. I was more excited to see old faces, than anything. I don't want to be labeled as 'the girl who lost her mom', anymore. I want to make a name for myself, here. I want to place on the Freshman softball team, land a place in the AVID program for next year, and maybe join a club or two, as well. I don't want to stand out, so much, as I want to just kind of.. exist among the masses. Share some time and space but not get in people's way. Follow my own path and maybe make some decent friends and memories along the way.
|| THEME SONG ||
Broken Angel by Boyce Avenue and now yoυ've grown υp wιтн тнιѕ noтιon тнaт yoυ were тo вlaмe and yoυ ѕeeм ѕo ѕтrong ѕoмeтιмeѕ вυт ι ĸnow тнaт yoυ ѕтιll ғeel тнe ѕaмe aѕ тнaт lιттle gιrl wнo ѕнιned lιĸe and angel even aғтer нιѕ lazy нearт pυт yoυ тнroυgн нell ι wιѕн yoυ coυld ѕee тнaт ѕтιll yoυ тry тo ιмpreѕѕ нιм вυт нe never wιll lιѕтen oн вroĸen angel were yoυ ѕad wнen нe crυѕнed all yoυr dreaмѕ? oн вroĸen angel ιnѕιde yoυ're dyιng caυѕe yoυ canт вelιeve нe woυld leave yoυ alone and leave yoυ ѕo cold wнen yoυ were нιѕ daυgнтer вυт тнe вlood ιn yoυr veιnѕ aѕ yoυ carry нιѕ naмe тυrnѕ тнιnner тнan waтer yoυ're jυѕт a вroĸen angel
|| OTHER ||
N/A
qυιnтen rumancek
Face Claim: Logan Lerman
“тнιngѕ cнange, ғrιendѕ leave. and lιғe doeѕn'т ѕтop ғor anyвody.” ― ѕтepнen cнвoѕĸy, тнe perĸѕ oғ вeιng a wallғlower
Don't Act Like You Know Me
|| NAME ||
Quinten Ezra Rumancek. I prefer Ezra at home and among close friends, but normally go by Quinn. Either of the two work for me, though.
|| GENDER ||
I'm a dude, last I checked.
|| AGE ||
15-years-old. Just turned a couple weeks ago.
|| GRADE ||
9th grade.
|| SEXUALITY ||
Heterosexual.
|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||
Fresh out of a relationship. Currently single.
|| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||
I stand tall for my age, at 6'2 and weigh roughly 196 lbs. A bit chunkier than I'd like to be, but whatever. My dark hair extends down past my ears, hanging freely. The color of my eyes is a soft grey, and turn hazel when I cry. When I get upset, they darken and almost seem to turn black. I've got a nice, long, jagged scar on my left forearm from when I was just 12 years old where my bone punctured through my skin. Fell off my horse for the first time and busted my arm open. That was fun. Oh, and another scar that has since dropped down into my left eyebrow from when I was 2 years old. I was at a baby sitter's house at the time, and thought it'd be cool to pretend to be Superman. I climbed up onto the dining room table, and jumped out onto the tile flooring, slitting my forehead open. My mom, when she came rushing to come get me, had thought I was dead. She constantly reminds me of the scare any time she catches a glimpse of the scar.
It's All Fun And Games
|| PERSONALITY TRAITS ||
+ Generous + Polite + Respectful + Loyal + Observant + Persistent + Soft-hearted - Hard Headed - Sarcastic - Impatient - Boorish at times, depending on situation - Says things before thinking when mad/upset sometimes
|| PERSONALITY ||
I'm a people-pleaser. I’ll do just about anything for anyone, even if they’ve done me wrong. In my opinion, I'm quite a natural leader.. although I’d rather be a team player, most times. Being the team lead isn’t that difficult for me to become. I can have quite the temper, though. Rub me the wrong way, too far, and you’ll catch a glimpse of my 'Mr. Hyde'. I've got, what seems like a quiet and reclusive demeanor at first, but really I just like to stay quiet and watch everything from afar. I have this rule that papa passed down to me, ‘Nothing ever gets done right when you do or say something without sitting back to think on it first.. never done anyone any amount of good.’ For my age, I'm wise beyond my years and most definitely independent, or so I've been told.. Must have been brought up due to the fact my father wasn't around to teach me how to be a man, so I taught myself. Growing up without a father present most times, while taking care of my baby sister while mom has been distracted by her own troubles over the years, all while trying to live as an adult trapped in a young kid’s body. As much as I don't like to, I know how to follow orders and am well-disciplined. Can thank my papa for that. With my dad absent, my papa and uncle both stepped in and became the only 'father figures' I've had in my life.
|| QUIRKS ||
→ I tend to arrange things in a particular way. For example, all my dollar bills have to be facing forward and in increasing order in my wallet. → Apparently I've got a 'discomfort' with the top of any hour. I tend to set my alarm for 6:05AM instead of 6AM on the dot. Or microwave things that suggest a minute and thirty seconds at 1:35. My counselor always tells me the same thing. “The top of the hour represents a new beginning to you. It’s typical for some people. That sense of a new beginning can make you nervous, so you create tricks to try to avoid it,” he says. “Picking an offbeat time setting isn’t a harmful ritual, but it’s also not a realistic strategy. The rest of the world isn’t going to stop the top of the hour from happening.” → I've got a tendency to look up at the sun/moon and can easily tell what the approximate time is. → For some reason, matter where it is in a word, my 't's are always capitalized. I don't know why I picked that up, but I could never drop the habit of doing so. So I've just kept it. → When stressed or lying, I tend to talk from the corner of my mouth. → Always standing with my hands behind my back, sometimes in an “at ease” position, though I have never been in the military. Guess I get it from my dad and papa. → Always having change in my pocket to give to beggars or homeless. → I have a fifty cent piece that I carry around in my pocket. When I get nervous/anxious, I begin rolling it over my knuckles.
|| HOBBIES ||
→ Journaling → Singing → Western horse-back riding → Online Gaming - PC for WOW & CoD for Xbox → Eating.. → Breathing... → Netflix....? → Football
|| LIKES & DISLIKES ||
+ Lifted trucks + Dogs + Video games + Guns/Shooting/Hunting + Playing acoustic guitar + Singing (although he likes to keep this somewhat secret) + Archery + Board games + ATVs + Military-related anything + Camping + Day-trips to the river/lake + Working with my grandpa. Farmhand-type work - Homework - People - Chores - Bullies - Being alone/single - People who talk too much - Words or phrases repeated over and over - Overly hyper people - Interrupting cows....wha?- MOO! - Squash..just, no. - And meatloaf. No meatloaf.
Our house isn't really anything to brag about. It's nice and all, but.. it just seems empty anymore. It's a 3 bedroom, 2 bath house. In the backyard we have a pool, which is nice for the summer time. Of course, out front we fly an American flag in respect for all the men and women who've fought for our country, especially our grandpa and my dad. The floors of our house are wooden, the walls are covered with scattered pictures and a couple of mounted animal heads. One being mine, the rest my father's. I've got my first buck mounted on the wall beside the door that leads down to my basement-turned-bedroom. There's two parts to my room. One part is where my loft bed, desk, couch and dressers are. The other part, separated by two glass doors by the stairs, is my little theater/gaming room. My uncle helped me set it up.
|| CAR DESCRIPTION ||
I have a truck, but I'm not old enough to drive it yet. My grandpa got it for me for my birthday this year. It's the exact truck I've been wanting for years. It's a 1979 Chevy Silverado 4x4. 4" Rancho Suspension Lift, 3" Body Lift, 38.5" Gumbo Monster Mudders 15x12 Chrome Wheels, Diamond Plate Tool Box, 2 KC 150Watt Lights, Grill Guard, MileMarker Part-Time Kit, Warn Hubs, Dual Exhaust w/echo tips, Sunroof, Tinted Windows, Pioneer Stereo System, AirTank/Bumper Combo, and 17" Drop Hitch. Here are a few pictures, if you don't know trucks the way I do. Picture #1. Picture #2. Picture #3. I only have to wait one more year to drive her. Legally, anyway. Grandpa lets me drive it around on his ranch. With him or Uncle John in the passenger seat at all times, though. Haven't gotten to drive her by myself, yet.
People Will Tell You Stories, I'll Tell You The Truth
|| BIOGRAPHY ||
What I'm about to say are things I don't tell to just anyone, okay? So please, don't throw it back in my face and make me regret saying anything. |Quinten takes a second, looking you dead in the eye before dropping his head as he begins to speak again.| My dad has been in the military since before I was born. I never really got to make much of a bond with him, and have spent my better years getting close with my mom. You very well may say I'm a 'momma's boy'. Two years after I was born, my sister was brought into my life. As weird as it may sound, she and I don't really fight like your 'average' brothers and sisters do. We got that out of our systems years ago. Our older brother and I used to fight a lot, but since he moved out and joined the Army, we haven't so much as talked very much.
Skylar and I are pretty much each other's best friends. We talk about anything and everything, just about. Although, she doesn't quite get the way I feel about our dad. He acknowledges me, but spends most of his time around my sister when he's home. She's smart. Genius, even. She gets all A's in her classes, except the stray B+ she got in her science class. That's one thing we both aren't too savvy with. English and History are our major favorites in school. And PE, in a sense. Depending on the sports activities they have us do.
During the summer, and weekends in the school year, I go out to my grandpa's farm and help him with the work. Branding calves, putting down the wild dogs that terrorize our livestock, and making sure anything and everything else is in order. Sometimes, if I catch Uncle John in time from picking Peter up from school, mom lets me catch a ride with him out to grandpa's farm on school nights. My mom hasn't been very happy lately. She doesn't say it, but you can see it in her eyes. The way they don't light up the way they used to, or the way her smile doesn't fully reach to her ears the way it did when she was truly happy. Even when dad comes home, she's not her usual self. As much as I try to help, it's nice to get out from the funk hanging around our house. It's a heavy weight on my chest that's hard to shake, anymore. The house is way too quiet, these days.
On days when the weight becomes unbearable and I have to escape for a while, I talk to Uncle John and grandpa in search of help. Me being 'the man of the house' while dad's away, it's basically my responsibility to make sure everything in our house is right. These days, I've been having trouble doing what's right. Over the summer, my mom caught me smoking for the first time with my Junior High buddy, Mark, and she really took off on me. I'm currently grounded. Probably will be for the rest of my life. Guess it's a good thing I didn't care too much for the cigg.
I act out every now and then. As much as I'd like to deny it, I know it's true. How could I not? My mom insisted I go talk with the counselor once a week. There's no avoiding it. This is my life, and I've got to deal with it. This year, I hope to get my grades back on track. Last year they weren't so good. I want to get into Choir, Drama or Band. I think I'd feel at home among the people in those classes. I've never really been one to fit in. Only ever had one or two really good friends. Since moving to a new school, I have to make all brand new friends. Guess that's another goal of mine. Making a new friend this year, besides my English teacher. I mean, if my English teacher was the only friend I made this year, that would be sorta depressing.
|| THEME SONG ||
I'm Still Here by John Rzeznik now yoυ ĸnow мe, and ι'м noт aғraιd and ι wanna тell yoυ wнo ι aм can yoυ нelp мe вe a мan? тнey can'т вreaĸ мe aѕ long aѕ ι ĸnow wнo ι aм
тнey can’т тell мe wнo тo вe, ‘caυѕe ι’м noт wнaт тнey ѕee. yeaн, тнe world ιѕ ѕтιll ѕleepιn’, wнιle ι ĸeep on dreaмιn’ ғor мe. and тнeιr wordѕ are jυѕт wнιѕperѕ and lιeѕ тнaт ι’ll never вelιeve.
|| OTHER ||
This is my backpack for this year. It's just a tactical sling pack. On my person, you can usually find me carrying around my Yamaha APX 7A acoustic electric guitar in its hard case. The guitar is a deep forest green, itself. I've got the responsibility of taking care of 5 animals in the house. 3, technically 4 of which are mine. My dogs Jack (6 y.o. Corgi) and Bagheera (2 1/2 y.o. black Pit Bull Terrier), stallion Brego (4 1/2 y.o) and colt Cisco (5 m.o.). I also take care of the mare that bred with Brego. It's only temporary. We will be returning her to grandpa's friend soon. Cisco is almost ready to wean. Another month, maybe. My sister also has this cat of hers that hangs around me every now and then. It's name is Marley. We don't know how old he is, but from what I know about cats, he looks like a Maine Coon? The shelter said his tail got amputated when they rescued him cause he got ran over and broke it, and the shelter vet thought it be best just to cut it off all together. Not much of a cat person, honestly, but Marley is the coolest and most chill cat you'll ever meet! We've had him for about 7 years now, so he's getting up there in age.
I go by Kenna, Mak or Avery. Those from the service days call me by last name only.
☬ Sex Identification ☬
Bi-sexual female, here.
☬ Established In ☬
May 20th, 1989. I am 27-years-old.
☬ Someone Back Home ☬
My young son, Phoenix and 'baby' brother, James are 'back home' waiting for my return. My son's father is no longer in the picture, and my brother watches him while I'm gone.
☬ Also Knowing ☬
I was in the Marines a few years back. Since having Phoenix I've left that life behind, for the most part. Still visit some of my old brothers and sisters at arms from time to time, though. I also brought along with me, my old battle buddy, Coyote. (pronounced 'k-eye-oat') He's missing his front left leg, and wears a prosthetic one. He lost it in the last fight he fought in, beside me. Since then, he's been retired. They were going to put him down until I spoke up and adopted him. No soldier left behind!
No, There Ain't No Rest For The Wicked
☬ Personality ☬
I'd think others would see me as a semi-quiet person, one who doesn't particularly enjoy speaking up for herself which by default makes me an excellent soldier. I am well disciplined and am a great leader, when it comes to being a Marine. As a regular person though, it goes without saying that about 98% of the people who meet me instantly love me. I am a real people person once I warm up to someone, and am very friendly upon meeting new people but can be super shy at times as well. Once you get to know me, I'll be one of your most trusted and loyal friends. Or, at least I hope I can be. I expect a lot of myself, and put others needs before my own. I am very family-oriented when it comes to my brothers and sisters of the service. I'm definitely different. Some might even say I'm difficult. They're right, because truth of the matter is I'm complicated.
☬ Quirks | Habits ☬
→ Always knowing what direction I am heading in. → I have a weakness for rescuing stray animals. → When dining out, before I leave, I always tidy up the dishes into neat stacks and reset condiments. → I tend to be roughly ten to thirty minutes early to any kind of appointment, meetings, etc. I like to be punctual. → I have a fifty cent piece that I carry around in my pocket. When I get nervous/anxious/start to experience PTSD, I begin rolling it over my knuckles. I used to have a bad habit of biting my fingernails, but I've trained myself not to do that, anymore.
☬ Likes & Dislikes ☬
+ Storms / Rain + Winter + 'Sweater Weather' + Sports Playing it, not watching. + Artsy activities + Smoking Not cigarettes. + Reading + Camping / Hiking + Family-orientated activities + Amusement parks + Traveling + Helping others, especially the less fortunate + People who make an effort - Being touched unexpectedly - Disrespectful/Loud-mouthed people - People chewing with a open mouth - Abuse (Animal/Child/Spousal/Elder/Etc) - Unsportsmanlike conduct - Seeing others in pain - Confrontation, but will step up if necessary
☬ In-Depth Appearance ☬
I stand at a whopping 5'11" and weigh 154 lbs, sporting an athletic build. I have dark brown hair with highlighted ends, and golden-brown eyes to match them. I have slightly bigger hands than the average woman.. always hated that about me, honestly, but tend to come in handy more often than not. My lips are thin and pale, while my skin is sun-kissed and remains clear until around that time of the month in which I break out in small areas on my face.I try to keep my make-up as minimum as possible, never really have been one to use it. All I really use is eyeliner and a bit of mascara. I've got a bit of a Mexican / Native American look to me, and if you heard my name before seeing my face, you'd think you were meeting the wrong person.
Currently, I am wearing a white v-neck undershirt with my grey sweatshirt and brown bomber jacket over it, and thick black jeans with dark brown boots to go with the jacket. And my aviator glasses. Can't forget those, haha. I have a concealed Ka-Bar in my jacket.
☬ Accessories, Tattoos, Scars, etc. ☬
Well, let's see.. I've got quite a few scars, ranging from gunshot wounds, to stab wounds, to old scars from my childhood that cannot actually be seen anymore due to a tattoo now covering them up. I was a very emotionally disturbed child, back in the day, and took it upon my own free will to physically harm myself when my life began to head south. A tattoo of a black wolf now hides those ugly scars on my right thigh. On both feet, I have wolf paws tattooed on. I've always felt a close, sort of 'native connection' to wolves and have seen myself as one for as long as I can remember. A lone wolf, at that. When surrounded by those I love, there isn't anything I wouldn't do for them. Many other reasons I can relate to wolves, but I'll save that for a later time. Right over my heart, I've got my family tree growing out of it. Crows fleeing from the half barren tree, a sort of symbol for the 'family' that left me behind those many moons ago. On each of my forearms, I have a quote surrounding a ship's wheel and an anchor that reads 'Be the one to guide me but never hold me down'. Each shoulder of mine is covered with black raven wings, and between those resides a tattoo of a small Irish Claddagh just under the base of my neck. As for jewelry and accessories, I wear aviators when out running errands or traveling outdoors. Around my neck, I have a paper crane necklace that my son picked out for me not too long ago. I never take it off. They accompany my dog tags. The ring I wear on my right ring finger is an old ring of my mom's that was actually the engagement ring from my father. They never married, but I kept it after she passed as a reminder of the love I never got to see them in, as a child.
→ 4 sets of white v-neck short sleeve t-shirts, 2 tank tops, 4 pairs of bras → 5 sets of jeans (2 blue, 3 black), 5 pairs of underwear → 8 pairs of socks → hair brush, a bar of soap, small bottles of conditioner and shampoo → 1 small body towel and a single washcloth → toothbrush, toothpaste, and small bottle of mouthwash → Notebook journal with 2 black ink pens and one red ink pen → Collapsible water/food bowl for Coyote → Kel-Tec SU-16B (green) → Tavor SAR-16 (custom white)
→ "Light" reading. 'Wolf by Wolf' by Ryan Graudin → 2 Dasani water bottles → Bag of trail mix and a couple dog bones for Coyote → 1 packaged turkey sandwich bought from food court → a stuffed animal wolf of my son's that he wanted me to bring, so I could give it back to him when I come home → iPod Touch & Earphones → Knife → Concealed handgun. Beretta M9.
☬ Business or Pleasure? ☬
A bit of both, I guess. I got on this plane to Beijing for some business with some old Army buddies of mine who reside in China.
☬ Indoor or Outdoor Type? ☬
You can say I'm quite the outdoorsman. Before I was in the Marines, I went camping quite often. No bull crap camping, either. Pitching a tent, laying under the stars, making a campfire, defending your camp from bears and coons, kind of camping. All of it. Hiking is also a hobby of mine. My son loves going with me, too.
Length: Extends just past my shoulders, but when it's not quidditch season, I let it grow out long. Color: Rich, dark brown. Style: I almost always wear it straight, with a black headband in my hair to keep it out of my face. While I am playing sports or working in potions, I pull it back with a simple rubber band. I don't grow out bangs, I personally feel that they get in the way while I am reading or flying.
✦ Height | Weight ✦
4'8" tall | 36.9 kg (81.6 lbs)
✦ General Appearance ✦
I'm usually quite inconspicuous in a crowd. I'm generally quiet among people I don't know, and usually don't make much of a first impression, with my rather indistinctive brown hair and eyes and medium complexion. However, among friends I am quite relaxed and somewhat animated. Although I can appear 'delicate' with my features, a closer look will reveal both my vivaciousness and my hardiness in how I speak and act. I know next to nothing about makeup and other things girls use to enhance their features, and so you'll never see me wearing it, unless someone else has painted my face with said clown make-up.
Personality
✦ General Character Traits ✦
Brynn is a naturally shy person. She mostly keeps to herself, an introvert through and through. Her mouth rarely opens for those she doesn't know, although she enjoys speaking with her friends. Even her professors have a hard time drawing answers from her, although it's not uncommon for her to participate when it her grade hangs in the balance. When she is coerced into group activities with her friends, Brynn does her best to be inclusive, making sure everyone is involved. She does this at the exclusion of herself sometimes, although she doesn't mind. She'd much rather see everyone else having fun than participate herself. In fact, when she's not being anti-social, Brynn can actually be a rather warm, open person. She's more than willing to offer a shoulder and an ear to anyone who needs them, and is always there for her friends. She's loyal to a fault, something that she prides herself in, and is quite protective of her friends. She may not stand up for them vocally, but she finds other ways to watch out for others. True, these methods tend to be sneaky and sometimes a bit more underhanded than she'd like, but anything to help out a friend. In fact, Brynn has a fair sense of justice and vengeance when it comes to others who were wronged. She doesn't care about herself as much, viewing herself as outside of things. This can cause her some trouble, since she has a morbid curiosity, and is willing to follow things through no matter the outcome. She almost always ends up looking back at things she's done with regret, though, thanks to her own morality and her need for some sort of structured system of rules or laws. It's a never ending conflict of experimentation versus staying in line that she deals with on a regular basis.
Although Brynn is fairly quiet, she can have quite the temper on her. While setting her off not the easiest things in the world to do, it's also not terribly hard. When she is angry, Brynn finds herself not raising her voice, but instead focusing on something with great intensity and not letting it go. The rest of the time, though, she's fairly easy going. She's someone that can keep secrets, a trustworthy individual. In response, she generally trusts others and is deeply hurt when they betray that trust. She almost borders naive in that respect, although she likes to think she's a better judge of character than that. She likes to think a lot of things, really, and she doesn't budge from her thoughts. Indeed, Brynn is stubborn at times. She can be a hard head, unwilling to change her opinions on anything. She's also fairly absentminded, placing things down only to forget where she put them mere moments later. The two things that Brynn never forgets about are quidditch and homework, the two important things in her life that aren't her friends.
✦ Habits | Mannerisms ✦
Bronwyn seems to find her hair fascinating, and she tends to play with it a lot. Usually it's not bad, but it gets worse when she's in deep thought. She finds that keeping her hands busy with hair helps calm her down and lets her sort out her thoughts. She also tends to make an odd face when she is debating something: her mouth raises up on one side, her eyebrows pop up and sometimes her eyes get just a tad bit wider. It's quite the sight to see. She has very active hands, and usually has some sort of silver coin to keep them occupied. When they don't have anything in them, they tend to tap out beats and rhythms. She does this for the same reason she plays with her hair, in addition to the fact that she enjoys hearing the beats actually tapped out.
✦ Strengths ✦
Brynn is honorable and fiercely loyal to her friends. She goes out of her way to help those in need, especially if she can be uniquely suited to help. She believes in the potential of people to achieve things and to overcome their struggles if they have the will, and is a level-headed and reliable giver of advice. She values and exhibits fairness in most things she does, although perhaps not in words. She is determined and hard-working to achieve goals. Brynn feels strongly about her passions and beliefs and will do what it takes to follow through, and she has great inner strength. is smart, and tries her best to share this with others. She has learned a lot from reading books, and will not hesitate to share her massive collection with others should they need it. Although she doesn't have the courage to stand up for others, she does find ways to get back at tormentors who mess with her friends. She is loyal to a fault when it comes to the people she's let in. She does everything she can to help others when they are struggling. The girl is honest, but not brutally so. Lying has never been one of Brynn's strong points, but she also doesn't want to offend anyone. This has gotten her in trouble at times, but for the most part it has been something that she has been proud of, even if others aren't. Brynn works hard for things, be they school related or something else entirely. She doesn't take much for granted and can get annoyed with those who do.
✦ Weaknesses ✦
Brynn will stand up for what she thinks is right, but usually just turns the other way when it comes to confrontation. She isn't one to rely on others for help, and tries to do everything herself before going to others. She views herself as a burden to her friends at times, and doesn't want to hassle them, even in dire situations. Brynn also tends to over think things as well, and by the time she knows what she should do, the time to act has passed. When Brynn is depressed or angry, instead of letting it out on something, she tends to withdraw, and tries to find escape in books among other things. If this doesn't work, the pent up energy will sometimes cause her to be on edge, which may lead to a fight. Although Brynn is smart, she tends to be a bit absentminded, and sometimes doesn't think before she asks questions. She can be headstrong where her friends or family are concerned, often acting without thinking about the consequences. This also comes from her stubbornness. Although when she gets truly angry Brynn withdraws, she gets mildly irritated easily, and more often than not has to reign that in. Brynn is morbidly curious, to the point where it sometimes gets the best of her. When Brynn can be overconfident at times, and even cocky when it comes to certain things. If she thinks that she will win, she will make or take almost any bet.
Hogwarts Sorting
✦ House of Choice ✦
Hufflepuff!
✦ Strong Areas of Magic ✦
Transfiguration. Potions. Defence Against the Dark Arts. Herbology.
✦ Weak Areas of Magic ✦
Charms. Astronomy. History of Magic.
✦ Responsibility or Guidance?: ✦
Responsibility
✦ Forgiveness or Justice?: ✦
Forgiveness, but Justice when necessary
✦ Adventure or Security?: ✦
Adventure
✦ "Never tickle a sleeping dragon." Thoughts? ✦
It is taken both literally and figuratively. While it is excellent advice in and of itself, the true message is clear when it is taken figuratively. Brynn often relates it to the phrase , "Let sleeping dogs lie," and she does just that. She does realize, however, that if everyone were to heed this wisdom, nothing would get done in the world.
I've got a black, fluffy cat who I call Bagheera. He's my baby.
✦ Quidditch Position ✦
She'll eventually obtain Keeper status.
✦ When Not In Class ✦
You'll be able to find Brynn near the Womping Willow reading a book when she's not in class, or out by the lake skipping rocks. Of course, being her first year, there's much to discover, but this will become a couple of her norms.
I was born in mid-2005. I'm 11 years old, and this will be year one starting at Hogwarts.
☬ Blood Status ☬
Half-Blood. Constantly reminded back home of it, too.
☬ Nationality ☬
English.
☬ Place of Birth ☬
Exeter, Devon, England
☬ Also Knowing ☬
Just recently turned werewolf. My grandpa was Fenrir Greyback. It's practically tradition. Although, forced.
Appearance
☬ Eyes ☬
Color: Nathaniel's eyes are a caramel brown color and hard to read, despite being of a warm color. They tend to be a significant part of his face, as they have an often intensely watching look in them Size | Shape: Large and round, just shy of circular. Other: He has to wear glasses for when he reads. They're thick framed glasses, some like to attempt teasing Nathaniel over them, calling them 'nerd glasses'. Nathaniel doesn't care.
☬ Hair ☬
Length: It's a bit long, tending to extend to his brows and curl just over the top of his ears. Color: A very dark brown, almost black. Style: Given its curliness and such, it's rather messy; he tries to keep it under control and look respectable but it only works about half the time.
☬ Height | Weight ☬
4'7" tall | 35.6 kg (78.5 lbs)
☬ General Appearance ☬
Nathaniel is a quiet boy, and he appears so most of the time. Having found it much easier and preferable to keep his emotions internalized, he is often expressionless, exuding mostly an air of observation and thought. His brothers' teasing taught him to hide his emotions well so they don't display on his face, except for when he wants them to. When he is happy, he perhaps moves a little more and may have an upward curve to his lips; when he is hurt, he may just look more blank than usual, and this may be the extent of his body language unless the emotions are extremely strong. Probably the most defined part of his face are his eyes, which stand out darkly in his face below eyebrows often furrowed in thought, although they don't tend to show any more expression than the rest of his features, which are a mixture of parallel lines and angles.
Personality
☬ General Character Traits ☬
Nathaniel wants to be a hero, someone that everyone knows and reveres. But barring that, he’s willing to be a sort of dark knight. As the youngest of six and constantly disregarded, Nathaniel is independent and desperate to prove himself, wanting to show his personal talent and leave a legacy behind in the minds of everyone. But he’s not brash. He is content to observe and work quietly, and he’s very intelligent, which is no small aid. He thinks before he acts and is adept at seeing all sides and analyzing situations so he can act to his best advantage. He wants to be something and make something of himself; proving himself better than anyone could have expected is one of his highest priorities. However, as intellectually mature as he may be, Nathaniel is still young and still learning. There is much he doesn’t understand and his social skills need work. He has somewhat of a low tolerance for certain people and is dismissive of those who are loud, unsubtle, and quick to offer opinions for everything. Nevertheless, other people are often "entitled" to his opinion in the form of his biting sarcastic remarks. Other than that he is a quiet and even somewhat withdrawn boy. While he enjoys the company of some of his friends, solitude is a balm for him. He has to be able to think and study.
Nathaniel is a knowledge seeker. He is one of those people who believe that knowledge and intelligence are central to success and power, so many things fascinate him and he can easily be found reading and studying even when he is done working on a project. In his mind no fact or understanding of a process or a tendency is unimportant or useless, and may help a person when they least expect it to. As such, he can usually provide extra information on most any subject, even if he gives it in a condescending manner. He is proud of what he knows, both the facts and the underlying understanding of how things work. Interestingly, though, Nathaniel’s quiet, studious exterior hides somewhat of a rebellious and unconventional streak. He likes to go his own way and will do it willingly. He also respects authority, but follows rules when it suits him—in other words, most of the time, but not if he has something else in mind that he deems worth the risk of losing points or perhaps damaging his image a little. However, as important as that is to him, these moments come very rarely. More frequently his unconventionality is manifested in an experimentative tendency.
Nathaniel loves a challenge and he loves besting people, but it is usually a private victory for him. He needs not brag and draw attention to his success as long as he knows personally that he has won. However, this is not to say what he doesn’t need others’ acclaim. Being noticed is important to him, and he hates being ignored, but he would rather people notice by themselves how outstanding he truly is. That being said, criticism tends to bounce off of him as well--he is rather selective about what he hears and chooses to take to heart. Despite a sometimes ungracious manner, and a self-preserving and self-benefiting attitude, the boy is not bad at heart. He would always stick up for those he considers his friends, and is not averse to helping even strangers, after he is finished or providing it doesn’t inconvenience him. But when he is hurt, it is common to find him completely withdrawn and intractable, working only for himself in a kind of cool temper that can take a while to thaw out, even with the efforts of his closest friends. Unfortunately, Nathaniel is also prone to hold grudges after problems with others, and he is stubborn about them, though adaptable in other situations.
Nathaniel is a careful and patient boy. He’ll watch and wait for a long time with an observant and analyzing eye without feeling a need to do anything himself, gaining something from everything he sees. Not only that, he’s good at making what he sees help him in some way. He’s also good at using all the resources he can to help him achieve whatever goal he has in mind. Nathaniel is driven and works diligently to achieve any goal he’s set for himself, and places these goals above most other things. As such, he’s very organized; he hates clutter and his personal space, personal appearance, and his management of time and such are all very neat and organized, often following a schedule or other method of keeping everything in its proper place and time. It bothers him when things aren’t set out clearly and prioritized so they can be followed right. He’s a very good multi-tasker and his organization helps him make sure everything gets accomplished exactly when and how he planned it to. If it doesn't, he'll fix it until it does.
☬ Likes ☬
☬ Dislikes ☬
☬ Habits | Mannerisms ☬
Nathaniel is very organized and detailed, so he usually keeps some sort of planner or self-created schedule written in a notebook and has a habit of writing down things he remembers while someone is talking. Nathaniel likes to tap a quill on the side of his mouth when he's thinking or gazing blankly off into space. He also has an Orcadian dialect that, while usually muted, gets very prominent when his emotions are getting the better of him, making it even worse for those arguing with him to understand him. Nathaniel is left-handed.
☬ Strengths ☬
Nathaniel is a highly intelligent and rational boy who can sort fact from fiction and quickly grasp concepts when they are presented to him. He is patient and careful in what he does, not one to lightly make mistakes, and he works diligently at something until it gets done, and done well. He knows how to use every resource he can to achieve or learn something, whether they be books, people, or experience. He is independent and takes initiatives on his own when he has goals in mind. Nathaniel is also loyal to his friends, as long as they are people he can respect.
☬ Weaknesses ☬
Nathaniel has a self-preservative instinct he'll hold to above general decency, unless the person in question is someone he cares about. He can be a little jealous of attention or accolades given to others and may also hold grudges for a long time, especially against those he doesn't know very well. While he is withdrawn, perhaps overly so, making it difficult for him to relate to others at times, he is often quite bitingly sarcastic out of nowhere, even when uncalled for. While he is very good at waiting for the right opportunity to do something, the boy is somewhat impatient with others and expects them to not waste time. He's also a touch judgmental, not based on prejudices but on first impressions of people. Nathaniel's independence also pushes him to the limits of authority.
Hogwarts Sorting
☬ House of Choice ☬
Slytherin.
☬ Strong Area of Magic ☬
Defense Against the Dark Arts. Potions. Charms. Herbology.
☬ Weak Area of Magic ☬
Transfiguration. History of Magic. Astronomy.
☬ Responsibility or Guidance?: ☬
Responsibility
☬ Forgiveness or Justice?: ☬
Justice
☬ Adventure or Security?: ☬
Adventure
☬ "Never tickle a sleeping dragon." Thoughts? ☬
"Clearly, the act is inadvisable due to its danger, and also not the best way to gain the information one would likely want about said creatures. At the same time, the metaphorical meaning of not bothering that which does not bother you must be taken into account, which seems to me an admirable idea and one worth attending to."
Minor Details
☬ Wand Style | Wand Type ☬
Here's my wand. It's Cedar Wood ; Phoenix feather core ; 13" in length ; Quite bendy flexibility
☬ Personal Pet ☬
I've got a bat. Yes, it's allowed. Her name is Bella.
☬ Quidditch Position ☬
N/A
☬ When Not In Class ☬
You'll most likely find him in the Slytherin common room, and if he's not there, maybe wandering the edges of the dark forbidden forest, despite the warnings that teachers have given.
"I'm 27-years-old.. I think. I don't really keep track of the days anymore so it's hard to tell when my birthday has passed or not."
|| PRE-PLAGUE JOB ||
"I actually didn't have one. I was only 10-years-old when the outbreak began. I mean, I helped my father in his Tae Kwon Do instructing classes, but I didn't get paid for it.. so it doesn't really count, but I guess it was something."
|| BIOGRAPHY ||
17 years ago, Keani was just a kid. She survived mostly due to her parents sacrifices. By the age of 15, both parents had been taken by the virus. By age 20, she had settled into a community and even found a significant other of her own during her first few months there. It didn't take long for them to become pregnant, though it wasn't particularly planned. To have a child in this day and age pretty much meant death, both for the child and the people that tried protecting it. Her love, her son and herself lived peacefully at the community for the better part of 5 years, until one day a fairly large group of traveling raiders tore apart their little piece of paradise.. and in the process, killed both her husband and son. Keani barely escaped with her life. She's got a few bullet wound scars to prove it. She still keeps the one picture she has of Kainoa safely in an old wallet she fashioned from the material of an old pair of his shorts. She never got a picture of her husband and herself, but there's no way she could forget his face. She sees it in her son's, and that's enough for her. Keani stays on foot, never settling in one place for too long. She and her dog, Kai that she acquired from a rare dog breeder at one of the plantations she stayed at temporarily, are on the run.
