Potter

Ember Grove - Reboot

Shay

Time: Sunset
Location: Ember Grove University Dorms - Art Exhibit
Mentions: @FunnyGuy - Alexander; @Tae - Maeve
Aesthetic: Paint it Black

Shay stood over the young woman with folded arms. She studied the brunette’s slender frame and her floral outfit. Shay wrinkled her nose. Around her dorm, there were a variety of fake plants and aquariums with animated fish. On the shelf near the window stood a vase with flowers inside of it. To the left was a “Live, Love, Laugh,” sign hanging over her bed in which Shay felt inspired to destroy but refrained from doing so. The less evidence she left, the better. There were pastel colored notes everywhere with reminders, and photographs of the girl and her family. Shay crossed over to the desk and picked up a photograph. The brunette was smiling with her parents, whose arms were around her. It read, “Ariana’s Graduation!”. Shay scowled and set it down, forcing the painful memories out of her mind’s eye. She would avenge her family another time. She turned and dragged the young woman into the closet and locked it tight so the lady wouldn't come out and cause confusion. There would no be any logical way to explain why there were two of her roaming the campus.

From what she’d investigated about this woman, she was literally fucking Snow White. Shay couldn’t help but wonder where the Seven Dwarfs were and was concerned they’d interrupt her brew. For the shape-shifter’s potion, she had taken Ariana's horse stuffed animal, a teardrop (Shay had lightly kicked her in the foot to produce it), a few strands of her hair (Shay neatly clipped it off), her diary and then a photograph of the girl standing with a trophy. She had mixed the items together in a large container she’d brought and changed the spell. She knew using Dark Magic would take its toll on her, but wasn't concerned at the moment. Besides, the dark magic so far had been helpful to her. However, Shay also knew that the coven would come for her if she continued, so she’d slow down with it. She did feel guilt knowing the girl would lose her items forever. It was a small price to pay, however, in Shay’s mind.

However, Shay would not let it ruin her goal of demolishing her portrait. She would be damned if someone bought Alexander’s portrait of her. She would not let herself become some household item for people to gaze at. Nobody would understand the despair in her eyes from it, nor the anguish she had suffered. She clenched her fists and stared at the mirror. She didn’t recognize herself from the girl’s appearance; fair-skinned with brunette hair and blue eyes. Shay studied the hoodie, jeans and shrugged. She also wore black gloves to kepe her DNA from being on any of the girl's belongings. It wasn’t the same outfit this girl wore, but would anyone really care? If anyone commented, she’d say she was cold. She turned and picked up her her black purse and slung it over her shoulder. Next, she pulled her hair out of her signature braid and into a low hanging ponytail.

She looked at the girl's floral-themed clock: five minutes had passed. She only had one hour and she needed to make good use of it. Before she left however, Shay whispered, “Locate persona ex nomine Alexander Drake,” Shay shut her eyes and saw Alexander Drake standing in the Art Exhibit. The devil was here, thankfully. She couldn’t wait to purchase and burn down his filthy portrait. Prior to arriving, Shay had stolen money from people at the campgrounds, where she was temporarily staying. She had also sneaked into shops with a cloaking spell and stolen from the registers when the cashiers had taken breaks. Shay hated to be doing this, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Shay had taken a small map of the university on her entryway, which she was now using to find the Art Exhibit. It took her around ten minutes, leaving her with around forty minutes left. Shay gritted her teeth and stuffed her globes into her purse pocket. She needed to make this quick. As she entered the Art Exhibit, she stared at the guard, then steadily moved along. She recognized him and hadn’t made any eye contact. As she moved in closer, she halted and inhaled sharply. There stood the devil, accompanied by a tall red haired woman Shay knew to be Circle of Ancient’s coven leader.

From what it appeared, the woman seemed to enjoy his company. How the hell anyone could was beyond her. Despite his good looks, which Shay couldn’t deny, he was charming and cunning. The whole atmosphere reeked of rich and snobby assholes. Even the jazz music had her on edge. All she wanted to do was get out of here after buying the painting and destroy it. Shay felt her heart rate accelerate and took several deep breaths. She had to be strong, logical and concise. There wasn’t any time for fooling around and letting her emotions guide her. She turned away from them both and smiled sweetly in case they noticed her as she passed. It took all of her self control not to burn his ass right then and there.

She took another deep breath and focused on her environment. There were multiple rooms with his awful paintings. Shay bit her lip hard in order not to swear. It was a shame nobody knew the truth, which was something Shay vowed to herself she’d change in the future. She turned to find wine cheese in the middle of the room. While she’d enjoy eating, the wine wouldn’t be wise as she needed to keep a clear head. However this didn't didn’t mean she couldn't eat to her heart's content. Shay grinned as she moved over to it and filled a large plate with cheese. eagerly, and slightly famished, she began to stuff her face as she moved away from it. It had been a long time since she had been able to eat any of it. Once finished, she discarded her plate and moved away. She needed to find her painting before it was gone. If someone had managed to buy it before she'd enter, she'd hunt them down. From there - well, improvisation would come in handy.

As Shay turned a corner, she finally found her painting. It was as if someone had dumped ice over her and splashed her. Her blood ran thin, as anger - no, fury and misery, filled her. This filthy, disgusting portrait… This asshole was going to pay for this. She watched as one of his guards spoke with another man who wanted to buy the painting. Like hell! Shay took a deep breath and confidently strode over to them. They turned to stare at her, the buyer looking quite annoyed with her intrusion. Shay smiled kindly again, mimicking the girl’s sweet demeanor.

”Hello gentlemen, I am an inspiring art major and would like to buy the painting. What price are we looking at right now?” She gestured to her purse on her shoulder, indicating she had the cash on hand. The major was partially true; from what Shay had read in her dairy, she was duel-majoring in art and humanities. She folded her hands and smiled even sweeter when the man began to narrow his eyes at her. Shay wished she could read his mind, but it would be too dangerous to utter a spell right now. So, while patience wasn’t her virtue, she began to exercise it as she waited for their replies.

Avalia

Artemis

Time: Late Afternoon
Location: Roshmi Grand Hall
Interaction: @Helo Cade ✦ @Eviledd1984 - O’Ner

One word, four letters, was placed in front of Artemis: wine.

Artemis couldn’t hear or see anyone else in the hall. Her eyes were unfocused and distant, as if witnessing a horrific crime. Artemis’ breathing became shallow and quick, unable to breathe deeply. She tried to grab the chair, but her hands slipped. Her dress tripped her as she scrambled up. Without a word and tears forming, she moved away from the trouble. From head to toe, the young siren trembled. The noise of the ballroom became overwhelming. To her, it felt like it was being screamed into her ears. Artemis tripped over her dress a few times but recovered, causing people to stare at her with confusion. She ignored them and began heading towards the backdoor. All she knew was she had to get out of here before she broke down. Her mind raced, trying to ease the agonizing memory began to resurface. She hadn't noticed Risa’s entrance, nor the Undead General leaving the table.

Artemis’ Flashback

”You can’t seem to stop crying. Here, this will calm you down, child…” A tall and older Dark Elf was telling the siren, who dressed in a inexpensive and formal gown. He beckoned over another Dark Elf to bring over a drink. She watched as he poured the dark red liquid. She glanced around the fancy manor and swallowed hard.

”What is this?” Artemis inquired as she sniffed it. She wrinkled her nose and shook her head. It smelled strong and had a cherry taste to it.

”It’s called wine. It helps people calm down and aids in the adjustments. All the slaves love it. You’re of age now for it too.” That was a lie that the slaves enjoyed it, but what would she know? When Artemis didn’t move to drink it, he snapped harshly, ”Drink it. Now.” Artemis took a quick sip and placed it beside her on the table. She didn’t enjoy the taste, nor its bitter taste. What he hadn’t told the young siren was that he had spiked. It would cause her to become dizzy and lightheaded and constrict her vocal cords so she couldn’t scream or use her voice. He had also spiked it with flarus so she would be stuck awake.

She didn’t know any better, having not been exposed to it prior. Maybe it could help qualm the grief and pain in her heart...

”You have to finish it or I’ll whip you. I don't think you want to visit that again, do you?” Artemis quickly obeyed out of fear of him. She had already been beaten and verbally abused by him. She hadn’t been able to walk well on land and carry the heavy wood logs he’d wanted. It resulted in her dropping them and causing another Elf to trip and hurt himself. She had apologized multiple times but it’d fallen on deaf ears. They had begun to beat and whip her. In defense she had used sonic scream and blasted the Elves hearing temporarily. They had then sent her to her room. Later on, she had been joined by the slave owner, River, where she now stood. He’d come to comfort her and apologize for losing her temper; or so he had said….

Artemis scowled as she began to feel lightheaded and dizzy. ”I don’t.. I don’t feel so good,” Artemis stood up and wobbly moved over to the couch to lay down. She didn’t know that the Dark Elf was following her with his eyes, grinning at her feeble attempts to nurse herself back to health.

”Oh dear, you don’t look so good, now do you?” River came over to her and sat by her. Artemis saw he was holding something and recoiled with fear. She couldn’t tell what it was, because the room was spinning. She let out a hoarse cry as he sat in front of her. ”Shh, child, it’s all right.” He grinned down at her fear and began to pet her hair gently. She hated her hair being touched. He knew that but she didn’t dare object as she trembled with fear. Something was happening, but what?

Then suddenly, her thoughts were answered if he had read her mind. ”Nobody will hear you scream now, you bitch.” He yanked her head up by her hair in which Artemis cried out. She tried to gather her voice to scream, but she felt hollow inside. Her mind was hazy and the room was spinning. She started crying and tried to move away when another pair of hands forced her back down. She began to thrash wildly, causing River to smack her in the face with the muzzle. Then, he began to pull it on and let go of her hair harshly enough to tear out tufts of blue hair. The muzzle was so tight she could hardly breathe. There were spikes in it as well, digging into her face. She didn’t know if blood was trickling down, but she started seeing red.

As Artemis cried and began to tear at the restraint on her face, River punched her in the abdomen. Artemis let out a feeble cry as she fell to her side, winded. She had difficulty breathing with the muzzle on. The rest of it was a blur: she was forced to lay down as River began shouting obscenities and insults. Her dress was being torn from her. As she tried to fight, the other Elf was holding her arms behind her back. Helpless, Artemis tried to fall asleep, but could not muster any tiredness. It was as if someone had sucked all the sleep out of her. She was forced to stare up at the River, beating and violating her, with fury and rage. All she could do was cry and beg for death to escape it...

The ballroom spun around Artemis. Her body was still trembling and her vision blurred with tears. She was near the doorway when a loud, booming voice filled the hall, announcing dances would begin. She didn’t care about these dumbass dances. She didn’t want to be here in the first place, only within the city so she could get the hell off Daka island. She didn’t seem to have a choice, however, as her paper transformed into a butterfly. Puzzled, she watched it momentarily, as it began to flutter away. Oh hell, she did not care. Her partner would have to deal with it. She continued towards the doorway when an invisible pull started to drag her backwards. Horrified, she found she was forced to follow the butterfly that had started to flutter around her in determination.

She wiped her eyes quickly under the mask as she set it back on her face. Heart racing and empty inside, Artemis followed the butterfly. She willed the tears away and took deep, shuddering breaths. That was almost a decade ago, she was no longer there… She had escaped… The muzzle was gone… She didn’t have to drink the wine… It had been a mistake, right?

But she couldn’t shake it, as hard as she might. Artemis found herself staring up at a feline demihuman near the food table. He stood with a few others. The butterfly parchment landed on her hand as she showed him the number. Speechless and impassive, she stared at him. She didn’t have anything to say, nor did she care too. All she wanted to do was run away. She longed for Darius and Myra’s company, but she didn’t want to drag them down with her. Besides, why would they care for her anyway? She was nothing but a siren, and the sooner he found out, the better, so he could leave her too and she could be alone. It would be for the best. Freedom meant solitude for her. She would only ruin their lives, as she had ruined many before.

Unfortunately, she was stuck in this horrific dance, where she had to have contact with others. Artemis gritted her teeth and waited for the misery to begin. Once this shit was over with, she was leaving. Her heart sunk as she thought of Darius and Myra, but she couldn't explain it to him. He was already dealing with enough shit. She wanted to help him, but how could she was when she was drowning in her herself? Artemis wished for the pain in her heart to stop but it would not listen. She averted her gaze from the feline demihuman and stared at the wall nearby him, hoping and praying for it to end as quick as possible.

Avalia

Corvina

Time: Late Afternoon
Location: Roshmi Grand Hall
Interaction: @Tae - Kenia ✦ @princess - Malachi ✦ @Helo Bowyn
Mention Torvi & Belle

Coras had been staring at Risa with a mixture of admiration and fear. How would this young woman survive the night? She would surely attract the wrong attention. She shook her head, unable to fathom the bravery. She bit her lip and didn’t comment. She wasn’t sure what to say or do. There was so little she knew about the fairy, anyway. She showed Malachi her papers as well and grinned. Who would she dance with? What were they going to be? Cora saw so many different species, she was astounded. Fairies, elves, demons, orcs; almost everything. Her mind wandered briefly to Rei and then pushed him back out of her mind. She couldn’t risk being upset right now and spoil the moment. She had to focus on finding allies.

That’s when a loud voice boomed through the ballroom, indicating dancing would begin. She watched with wide eyes as the papers transformed into butterflies. She inhaled sharply and turned to Malachi and Kenia with surprise and quickly became impassive afterwards. ”I will see you later. Let’s meet back here after the dances. See you soon!” She began to follow it. She didn’t know how she liked being away from the Elves. Right now though, she needed to relax. She took several deep breaths and remained impassive. Once she finished following the butterfly, she found herself looking up at a tall, blonde fairy. He was unlike any other fairy she had seen: blonde and pale. The other fairies she had seen were much different. She quickly broke eye contact and glanced at the table. She noticed he sat with two female Light Elves, both blonde. The one was rather short, however, while the other was much taller. Neither of them looked friendly but maybe it was because they hated dances. She couldn’t blame them. Cora noted them anyway, in case they were all allies.

Realizing she may have been rude, she cleared her throat and smiled sweetly. ”Hi, you must be my dance partner. It’s nice to meet you.” She waited for his next move. She wasn’t sure what to say or do; did she introduce herself? Did she risk exposure? The Earth mannerisms were dying, it come out but logic was filling her mind. She had to be patient, calm and collected, as if nothing was new to her. As she waited, she began to replay the memory of dancing in her mind’s eye as she waited. She chewed her lip, but held her head up high and smiled sweetly.

Avalia

Belladonna

Time: Late Afternoon
Location: Roshmi Grand Ball
Interaction: @Tae - Torvi, @helo - Bowyn

Belle sighed as she stared at the paper in her hands. Balls included dancing, but she had been hoping to avoid it. She didn’t know who the Light Elf was on the balcony addressing them. Belle had listened to his words, though she couldn’t help but wonder who he was. Next, she had turned to see Terneus enter. She remained impassive, but noted the cut on his face. Belle could have guessed who had given him it, but wasn’t certain. She’d have to ask Kuroi and or Baraian later. Speaking of them, where were they?

Her attention turned to an elf handing them slips of paper with a number on it for their dance partner. She scowled and caused at him, which in turn caused the elf to scurry. She turned to Torvi and Bowyn, nodding at his offer. ”Yes please, I'll take water. Thank you.” Then, she turned to Torvi and pointed to the back of the room. There were a variety of empty tables. One of the tables was occupied by two demihumans, but theirs was far enough away. Belle knew at some point, she would have to socialize to find allies and it made her groan. ’Found one.” she gestured and began walking towards it. Her heels clicked quietly against the ground and she couldn’t help but feel a few stares. Most of these elves were taller than her, but perhaps she could lie and say she much younger and hadn't reached her growth spurt yet.

As she approached the table, she glanced over her shoulder upon hearing a stream of whispers. A fairy with pink hair entered wearing an elaborate dress. She stared at her and couldn’t help but stare. Whoever this woman was she had gathered quite a bit of attention. She glanced at Torvi and shrugged. ”Do you know who she is?” Belle whispered as she sat down at the table. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Rosemary and Elleta hovering nearby, which in turn caused Belle to scowl. 'I don’t need a fucking babysitter,' Belle thought dryly and regretted not asking for mead. She wished she had her gun so she could shoot herself and get out of this ball. The opportunity to find allies was tempting though, which was the only silver lining of the evening. All the wealth had caused her stomach to churn. It reminded her of how she turned to thievery in her childhood to eat and join the gang (The Hunters) to survive. She scowled deeply. All the wealth in the world, yet undistributed. Avalia wasn't too different from Earth in that sense.

She sighed again and watched the dance and began wondering who the hell she’d dance with and how long it would take. She turned to Torvi. "I'm glad to have your company, by the way." She offered a rare smile and fell silent. Belle surveyed the dance floor, occasionally glancing at Terneus and then to Ilan and Regulus. She tapped her fingers on the table and remained outwardly collected and calm. Regulus was masked, so at least he wasn't’ entirely recognizable. There were all sorts of creatures here, so it made it easier to blend it. She swallowed hard. She needed to protect herself, but they had helped her. God, she hated this. It was much easier to feel numb than it was to care. The more you cared, the more you had to lose...

Belle rubbed her temples, then folded her hands. She was going to shut off her emotions for the rest of the evening and focus on her comrades. It would be easier if she could hide in the hoods with Bowyn and Torvi and forget the rebellion. But what would that make her? It would make her a coward and Gaia, the Hunters leader, hadn’t raised a coward. Calculating, selfish and ruthless; but definitely not a coward. So then why was she so afraid? Running away would only temporarily rid herself of the responsibility.. She yearned to tune out the aching throb in her chest and drown out her stress with mead. If she could only refill it herself, she wouldn’t need to get up and possibly socialize. Belle sighed quietly once more and awaited Torvi’s reply.

Ember Grove - Reboot

Hot Mess

Shay Knight

She's A Rebel - Green Day ★ Problem - Natalia Kills

Shay's Style

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Get to Know Shay

Full name: Laurel Shay Knight
Age: 22
Date of Birth: October 23rd
Gender: Female
Occupation: Runaway
Where are you from?: Charleston, South Carolina

Physical Description

The most unique characteristic of Shay’s would be her stormy gray eyes. It appears if her eyes hold an eternal storm in them. They are adorned with thick eyelashes and a catlike appearance to them. Her eyebrows are straight, normally neatly plucked. Shay has a natural sun-kissed tan, unlike her siblings. She proudly will say, “She got it from her mama” without any guilt. Her skin is normally treated with self-care almost 24/7, leaving it silky and smooth. She has high and sharp cheekbones, giving her a striking and intimidating demeanor. Her nose is crooked from being broken and is upturned. Shay’s teeth are crooked with full-lips normally adorned with lip gloss. Her raven-black hair is normally tied into a braid, bordering on unkempt on most days. When it’s down, it’s voluminous and thick. She often ties it into a braid since it’s annoying when it’s hot. Despite her father’s wishes, she has a blue tint in her hair. Shay is taller than some girls, standing at 5’9, almost 5’10. She often over-eats, then feels guilt later and tries to keep her body in shape. Her nails are often painted, ranging from purples, reds and blacks. When she’s feeling low, her hair is messy, her nails are chipped and she lacks her usual luster.

Biographical Information

Height: 5'9
Weight: 140
Hair Color: Raven black
Hair Length: low back
Skin Color: Tan
Eye Color: Stormy gray
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: Shay has multiple tattoos; which will be shown below. She has both ears pierced and her belly-button as well.

Shay’s Tattoos

Right Shoulder
Her calf
Right hip

“You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.”

Relationships

Sexuality: Hetero
Relationship Status: Single
Any predetermined friends?: Open up for discussion
Siblings' Status: N/a
Parents' Status: Vladimir
Pets: N/A
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 6
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 6

》Interests

Likes

⋆ Practicing magic
⋆ Sleeping
⋆ Music and singing
⋆ Comics / video games
⋆ Drinking, also Starbucks
⋆ Sports - Basketball, snowboarding

Dislikes

⋆ Holy Saviors.
⋆ Vampires
⋆ Being chastised
⋆ Studying - it translates to, "students dying"
⋆ Rules - they were made to be broken
⋆ Swimming. She hates open water

Hobbies

⋆ Singing - she was in choir
⋆ Exercise/Martial Arts
⋆ Playing video games
⋆ Practicing magic
⋆ Volunteer work with Animals

Skills

⋆ Cooking/baking
⋆ Magic
⋆ Survival and first aid skills.
⋆ Endurance; she runs quite often
⋆ Martial arts, self-defense and boxing
⋆ Strength. She is naturally strong

”If you want to break these walls down, you’re gonna get bruised.”

Shay's Personality

Shay comes across as a wonderful person, and indeed she is. Despite not being friendly and coming across standoffish, once she warms up to someone, they will see a different side of her. She’s kind, loyal and a fierce friend. She values her loved ones and would sail beyond the seven seas for them. She’s quick-thinking and takes most people by surprise with her actions or words. With outstanding bravery, she’s often in trouble due to her recklessness. Shay’s often scolded for it. Her humor is broad, ranging from sarcasm and sassy retorts to blunt insults and passive-aggressive taunting. When the situation calls for seriousness, Shay doesn’t back down. She doesn’t give up easily and can become depressed if something doesn’t work out correctly. Her patience could use more work, which is something she practices often.

When she is bored, Shay’s likely to end up in trouble due to her mischievous and curious nature. Her resilient nature comes in strong, and she often gets back up after a failure. This sometimes angers her family, since she’s quick to bounce up and continue trying since she doesn't accept failure well. Shay’s esteem balances delicately on the line of arrogance and cockiness as well. Shay has surprisingly decent leadership skills and charisma. A lion at heart with a snake-mind, she is unpredictable.

》History

Shay was born into a tight-knit family coven. Her parents, Alice and Tom, had struggled to conceive, so Shay being born was a gift. The entire family spoiled her as well growing up. The coven was small, wealthy and powerful. They excelled at a variety of spells, one of them being the youth spell. Shay showed an affinity for magic at a young age. She wasn’t taught though, and sent to a boarding school to focus on her studies. She didn’t care much for them however, and displayed more of an interest in athletics. Studies bored her so she found herself in trouble often as a young kid. It continued as she grew older; she was into partying, drinking and smoking. Once she began learning magic, she calmed down. She reduced her partying and antics in reward for learning more spells.

When her 21st birthday arrived, Shay was beyond excited to go out and party that night. Her entire family came to protect and celebrate with her. After all, she was their prized jewel. After a few hours, Shay went to fix her makeup in the bathroom. That’s when terror struck: Evander, her warlock who had been kicked out due to dark magic, arrived at the restaurant with the Holy Saviors. He proclaimed that they had used voodoo on him and hexed his family. Her family was brutally murdered, except for Shay who had been hiding. The people inside the restaurant had been spared however, claiming they were a “violent gang” that would “kill them”. Nobody dared to speak up. Shay escaped through the bathroom window. Some of the Holy Savior members were outside and saw her escape. For weeks they hunted down Shay, nearly succeeding in capturing and murdering her. She was able to escape, however and relied on dark magic to help her. She was homeless, broke and terrified, not to mention devastated. Her entire coven was gone.

One night, a young man offered to help Shay during her time of distress when she was hiding in Alexei’s after traversing into Ember Grove. He approached her with kindness and understanding and offered her protection from the witch hunting Holy Saviors and place to call home. Just a drive away he said. Not too far he said. Safe and secure he said. The latter was half true. 3 out of 4 ain't bad, right? Wrong!

Shay was driven by the young man to a gated community he called New Paeonia. Entering the gates was the last thing she remembered before waking up in a cell with a throbbing headache and wearing nothing but what resembled a hospital gown. That is when the true hell began. Shay was subjected to countless experiments, interrogations, and abuse by the Sanguine Moon Clan. She watched as other captives were killed and brutally abused, even when in compliance with the orders of the vampire captives. She experienced something most don't. Knowing what true cruelty was and even seeing the face of who she thought was the devil. One of the most perverse things done to her, was being forced to be the subject of a portrait painted by none other than Alexander Drake himself. He was evil incarnated in her eyes, enjoying every moment of her weakness. It was during this moment that he shared what would happen to her next. He wanted her impregnated and he wanted her eventual child to be subjected to testing as well. Shay broke down in tears within her cell that day.

If anything motivated her to escape, it paled in comparison to her drive to disappear before being subjected to rape and the experimentation of the child that would be the product of the tragedy. Shay organized her escape by feigning love for an ill experienced vampire who was guarding her. She promised to give herself to him if he changed her. She didn't wish for a violent death and provided him with a recipe for a "death potion." The fledgling obliged and later offered up his blood and the potion that would kill her. She ingested both and as she slipped into a near death coma, the vampire escaped with her and set her body in a cave where she could emerge as a new child of the night. Shay's deceit and desperation worked smoothly. The moment she woke, she incapacitated the young vampire and ran for her life. Shay is currently willing herself to get to safety, one step at a time.

Witch Information

》Coven
Not anymore

》Skill Level
Intermediate

》Spell Specialization
Necromancy ⋆ Telekinesis ⋆ Fire

Sugar & Spice and Everything Nice

Ariana Williams ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Born February 18th ♡ Age 25 ♡ Female ♡ Human ♡ North Carolina

Theme Song 1: Sinners - Barns Courtney ♡ Theme Song 2: Rise - Katy Perry 5 foot 6 ♡ 125 pounds ♡ Brown hair ♡ Blue eyes ♡ Pale skin Ariana’s Style Style 1 Style 2 Style 3 ♡ Sexuality: Hetero ♡ Relationship Status: Single ♡ Anyredetermined friends?: Open for discussion ♡ Siblings' Status: No ♡ Parents' Status: Leah and Victor ♡ Pets: N/A ♡ How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 8 ♡ How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 7 Likes ♡ Tea with extra sugar and honey ♡ Nature landscapes ♡ Art (Painting, drawing, all of it) ♡ Yoga, Pilates and meditation ♡ Being around animals Dislikes ♡ Winter ♡ Crowds ♡ Rude people ♡ Being late to anything ♡ Feeling powerless Hobbies ♡ Checkers ♡ Hiking ♡ Shopping ♡ Music and singing ♡ Drawing/Painting/etc Skills ♡ Archery. Precise aim ♡ Horseback riding ♡ Self-Defense, but can be clumsy ♡ Silver-tongued ♡ Low key cunning and charismatic ♡ Cooking

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Personality

Ariana’s disposition is of sugar and spice. Although she is painfully shy and reserved, can she opens up, she is sweet and kind. Her academic smarts aren’t prestigious, and her strengths lay in cleverness and logic. She is cautious, analytical and also demonstrates cunningness when needed. She hates to use it if it’s for the wrong reason. She is awkward at times due to being lonely in her childhood. Ariana’s independence is strong however, so she doesn't like asking for help. Her patience is in need of work however, she is mostly level headed. She is also naive and gullible, since she doesn't have much experience with people. Her wits are strong, and she is able to talk her way out of situations when needed. Lying has come easy for her. She isn’t charming, but her sweet and innocent nature draws people in where she can exploit them. She is also sensitive and is trying to change it. Like a chameleon, Ariana can blend into her settings, due to being quiet and unsuspecting..

History

Ariana’s childhood was relatively pleasant. She grew up an only child but surprisingly, wasn’t spoiled. She became humble from an early age and knew she had to work for whatever she wanted in life. School came easy to her, except for the socialization. As a result, her childhood was somewhat lonely. Her studies became her primary focus. Something her parents, however, required her to do was attend church. She has been religious since childhood, completing all her sacraments. Ariana was involved with her church and made a few friends there. Nothing solid, though. As a result, her parents enrolled her in a variety of activities to help keep her occupied. Martial arts was one of them, then rock climbing and art. She excelled in art, demonstrating aptitude for it at a young age. She became involved with the metroparks and took up an archery course where she flourished. It became her passion and she soon began to compete and eventually, win.

Ariana’s parents were blue and white collar workers. She also had interns throughout high school in her junior and senior year. However, when Ariana was graduating high school, the market crashed and thrust them into a recession. Her parents both lost their jobs and were unable to help Ariana pay for her education. As a result, she found two jobs, one in retail and another as a waitress. Both of her parents also worked odd jobs. They rarely saw one another as they tried to make ends meet. Ariana’s loneliness only grew stronger, however she didn’t complain. She relied on archery to help her through her rough times. Finally, after years of saving and working, she was able to afford an education. Her school however became too expensive.

Thus, Ariana found an affordable university and moved into it. The catch? It was in Ember Grove. She now lives on campus at Ember Grove University and also a small studio apartment she rents while on holiday or during breaks. When she can, she will attend church as well at the Holy Saviors, blissfully unaware of what truly lies in Ember Grove or within the members.

Avalia

Corvina

Time: Late Afternoon
Location: Roshmi Grand Hall
Interaction: @Tae - Kenia ✦ @princess - Malachi ✦ @Inertia Rei
Ambience: Prom Queen

Cora had been excited upon the day of the ball. Dances always excited her, even from a young age. There was something about the art of dancing and being in these situations that comforted her. Being on stage, regardless of her status, was a place of comfort. From a young age she had been performing; be it ballet, gymnastics or her passion, ice skating. The dreaded feeling of bouncing around homes, finding and leaving families, would melt away. She had been ten years old when Linnet’s family had adopted her.

By that time, Cora’s drive and ambition to perform hadn’t been sated and they could sense it. They enrolled her in as much as they could while she studied and watched as she blossomed into a talented young lady. She had found herself at rivalry with her foster sister, however. While Linnet had a loving and doting family, she was not as talented as Cora. She won beauty pageants, dancing competitions and ballet. She had finally convinced her adoptive parents to enrol her into ice skating. From there, Cora’s childhood took off at a rapid pace with skating. Her dream had then blossomed into becoming an Olympic figure skater. This was something Linnet became jealous of and resented her for as they grew up.

The last straw, however, had been Cora befriending Gale: the equally talented and tall ice skater with creamy brown eyes and blonde hair. Their bond was remarkable, surprising everyone who had thought Linnet and Gale would have become best friends. Flash forward to high school senior year, and the two had become the “it” couple. Cora, the Olympic hopeful valedictorian alongside Gale, the equally talented and athletic individual. That prom night, they had been crowned Prom Queen and King unanimously. Nothing had upset Linnet more than watching these two who were destined to become great.

Cora’s mind was not focused anymore on the Inn. No, she was back in her high school, arm-in-arm with Gale. It had also been a masquerade dance and the two had coordinated their outfits together. Both were silver and blue, their favorite colors. The two were expected and catered to practically; surrounded by friends. She had been the happiest there; in the following weeks, their athlete applications had been filled for a prestigious school near the stadium. Everything was perfect… until May.

Cora stared at her reflection as Kenia finished her hair. She beamed and twirled around in her dress. Cora had been delighted when she found it and rather excited to find a matching mask as well. She sighed and tried remembering she was a different person now. She was a rebel now, hiding among Elves and attending a ball. It would be littered with good and bad citizens as well. She had no idea how to feel or prepare, other than nervous and excited mingled together. Cora could sense Kenia was sad but was trying not to show it. The woman’s story about her children was no doubt in her mind. Cora herself wanted nothing more than justice for her. She wondered what Malachi’s story would be and if it was equally tragic. Her heart ached for her Elven ‘parents’.

Finally ready to go, they arrived at the ball soon after getting ready. Rei was staying behind, which dampened her mood. She felt anxiety and worry leaving him but they couldn’t change his mind. She knew he could defend himself however, so it comforted her. As they entered the ball, Kenia looped her arm through her’s and she grinned. With her head high, she held Kenia’s arm back. They were given numbers after entering the ball and coming inside. Cora sighed and stuck them in her dress pocket. Her boots clicked quietly on the floor as Kenia directed them towards Malachi. She beamed when she saw him and giggled at Kenia’s comments. She couldn’t help but quickly hug him. She had been relieved to see him and that nothing had happened while he had been here. She turned to look over to see Terneus and snickered derisively under her breath. Oh joy,[ Cora thought with an eye roll as she turned back to the Elves to await their next move or decision.

Avalia

Artemis

Time: Late Afternoon
Location: Roshmi Grand Hall
Interaction: @FunnyGuy Darius ✦ @13org Myra ✦ @Eviledd1984 - O’Ner

Artemis lounged on the chair with her feet up as she surveyed the residents entering the hall. Her gaze flickered over the Elves entering. With disgust in her eyes, she scowled as the governor light elf entered. She despised the rich and wealthy who trampled over the less fortunate. As her scowl deepened, she turned to watch Airdan leave and sighed with relief. Upon noticing Darius’ disappointment, she kept her comments to herself and bid him goodbye with a stiff nod. Her attention turned to O’Ner. She smirked at his disguise and chuckled.

His offer to buy her a drink made her bite her tongue. While she didn’t trust people to do anything or bring her stuff without it possibly being tainted, she knew she had to conserve energy. There was going to be a point tonight she'd have to dip her feet in the fountain or pond outside to recharge. The traveling had fatigued her. Besides that, she was healing form years of abuse, torture, and starvation. When she told Darius, she knew she'd have to be careful with the details. So with a heavy sigh, she replied, ”Yes, I would love some food and water. And please, don’t be shy with the food. I have a lot of catching up to do.” Her stomach growled in concurrence. She sighed and resented not being able to grab it herself.

Her attention turned to Myra, who was peering at O’Ner with a quizzical expression. She smirked as she watched the encounter, chuckling. The demoness was too adorable. After Myra sniffed the air and figured out who he was, she settled back down. Artemis chuckled and rested her head on her folded palms to survey the others. Her gaze landed on Darius as she grinned. ”So, what do you think?”

Ember Grove - Reboot

Here's my witch. :)

Hot Mess

Shay Knight

She's A Rebel - Green Day ★ Problem - Natalia Kills

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Get to Know Shay

Full name: Laurel Shay Knight
Age: 21
Date of Birth: October 31st
Gender: Female
Occupation: Runaway
Where are you from?: Charleston, South Carolina

Physical Description

The most unique characteristic of Shay’s would be her stormy gray eyes. It appears if her eyes hold an eternal storm in them. They are adorned with thick eyelashes and a catlike appearance to them. Her eyebrows are straight, normally neatly plucked. Shay has a natural sun-kissed tan, unlike her siblings. She proudly will say, “She got it from her mama” without any guilt. Her skin is normally treated with self-care almost 24/7, leaving it silky and smooth. She has high and sharp cheekbones, giving her a striking and intimidating demeanor. Her nose is crooked from being broken and is upturned. Shay’s teeth are crooked with full-lips normally adorned with lip gloss. Her raven-black hair is normally tied into a braid, bordering on unkempt on most days. When it’s down, it’s voluminous and thick. She often ties it into a braid since it’s annoying when it’s hot. Despite her father’s wishes, she has a blue tint in her hair. Shay is taller than some girls, standing at 5’9, almost 5’10. She often over-eats, then feels guilt later and tries to keep her body in shape. Her nails are often painted, ranging from purples, reds and blacks. When she’s feeling low, her hair is messy, her nails are chipped and she lacks her usual luster.

Biographical Information

Height: 5'9
Weight: 140
Hair Color: Raven black
Hair Length: low back
Skin Color: Tan
Eye Color: Stormy gray
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: Shay has multiple tattoos; which will be shown below. She has both ears pierced and her belly-button as well.

Shay’s Tattoos

Right Shoulder
Her calf
Right hip

“You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.”

Relationships

Sexuality: Hetero
Relationship Status: Single
Any predetermined friends?: Open up for discussion
Siblings' Status: N/a
Parents' Status: Vladimir
Pets: N/A
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 6
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 6

》Interests

Likes

⋆ Practicing magic
⋆ Sleeping
⋆ Music and singing
⋆ Comics / video games
⋆ Drinking, also Starbucks
⋆ Sports - Basketball, snowboarding

Dislikes

⋆ Holy Saviors.
⋆ Vampires
⋆ Being chastised
⋆ Studying - it translates to, "students dying"
⋆ Rules - they were made to be broken
⋆ Swimming. She hates open water

Hobbies

⋆ Singing - she was in choir
⋆ Exercise/Martial Arts
⋆ Playing video games
⋆ Practicing magic
⋆ Volunteer work with Animals

Skills

⋆ Cooking/baking
⋆ Magic
⋆ Survival and first aid skills.
⋆ Endurance; she runs quite often
⋆ Martial arts, self-defense and boxing
⋆ Strength. She is naturally strong

”If you want to break these walls down, you’re gonna get bruised.”

Shay's Personality

Shay comes across as a wonderful person, and indeed she is. Despite not being friendly and coming across standoffish, once she warms up to someone, they will see a different side of her. She’s kind, loyal and a fierce friend. She values her loved ones and would sail beyond the seven seas for them. She’s quick-thinking and takes most people by surprise with her actions or words. With outstanding bravery, she’s often in trouble due to her recklessness. Shay’s often scolded for it. Her humor is broad, ranging from sarcasm and sassy retorts to blunt insults and passive-aggressive taunting. When the situation calls for seriousness, Shay doesn’t back down. She doesn’t give up easily and can become depressed if something doesn’t work out correctly. Her patience could use more work, which is something she practices often.

When she is bored, Shay’s likely to end up in trouble due to her mischievous and curious nature. Her resilient nature comes in strong, and she often gets back up after a failure. This sometimes angers her family, since she’s quick to bounce up and continue trying since she doesn't accept failure well. Shay’s esteem balances delicately on the line of arrogance and cockiness as well. Shay has surprisingly decent leadership skills and charisma. A lion at heart with a snake-mind, she is unpredictable.

》History

Shay was born into a tight-knit family coven. Her parents, Alice and Tom, had struggled to conceive, so Shay being born was a gift. The entire family spoiled her as well growing up. The coven was small, wealthy and powerful. They excelled at a variety of spells, one of them being the youth spell. Shay showed an affinity for magic at a young age. She wasn’t taught though, and sent to a boarding school to focus on her studies. She didn’t care much for them however, and displayed more of an interest in athletics. Studies bored her so she found herself in trouble often as a young kid. It continued as she grew older; she was into partying, drinking and smoking. Once she began learning magic, she calmed down. She reduced her partying and antics in reward for learning more spells.

When her 21st birthday arrived, Shay was beyond excited to go out and party that night. Her entire family came to protect and celebrate with her. After all, she was their prized jewel. After a few hours, Shay went to fix her makeup in the bathroom. That’s when terror struck: Evander, her warlock who had been kicked out due to dark magic, arrived at the restaurant with the Holy Saviors. He proclaimed that they had used voodoo on him and hexed his family. Her family was brutally murdered, except for Shay who had been hiding. The people inside the restaurant had been spared however, claiming they were a “violent gang” that would “kill them”. Nobody dared to speak up. Shay escaped through the bathroom window. Some of the Holy Savior members were outside and saw her escape. For weeks they hunted down Shay, nearly succeeding in capturing and murdering her. She was able to escape, however and relied on dark magic to help her. She was homeless, broke and terrified, not to mention devastated. Her entire coven was gone.

One night, a young man offered to help Shay during her time of distress when she was hiding in Alexei’s after traversing into Ember Grove. He approached her with kindness and understanding and offered her protection from the witch hunting Holy Saviors and place to call home. Just a drive away he said. Not too far he said. Safe and secure he said. The latter was half true. 3 out of 4 ain't bad, right? Wrong!

Shay was driven by the young man to a gated community he called New Paeonia. Entering the gates was the last thing she remembered before waking up in a cell with a throbbing headache and wearing nothing but what resembled a hospital gown. That is when the true hell began. Shay was subjected to countless experiments, interrogations, and abuse by the Sanguine Moon Clan. She watched as other captives were killed and brutally abused, even when in compliance with the orders of the vampire captives. She experienced something most don't. Knowing what true cruelty was and even seeing the face of who she thought was the devil. One of the most perverse things done to her, was being forced to be the subject of a portrait painted by none other than Alexander Drake himself. He was evil incarnated in her eyes, enjoying every moment of her weakness. It was during this moment that he shared what would happen to her next. He wanted her impregnated and he wanted her eventual child to be subjected to testing as well. Shat broke down in tears within her cell that day.

If anything motivated her to escape, it paled in comparison to her drive to disappear before being subjected to rape and the experimentation of the child that would be the product of the tragedy. Shay organized her escape by feigning love for an ill experienced vampire who was guarding her. She promised to give herself to him if he changed her. She didn't wish for a violent death and provided him with a recipe for a "death potion." The fledgling obliged and later offered up his blood and the potion that would kill her. She ingested both and as she slipped into a near death coma, the vampire escaped with her and set her body in a cave where she could emerge as a new child of the night. Shay's deceit and desperation worked smoothly. The moment she woke, she incapacitated the young vampire and ran for her life. Shay is currently willing herself to get to safety, one step at a time.

Witch Information

》Coven
Not anymore

》Skill Level
Intermediate

》Spell Specialization
Necromancy ⋆ Telekinesis ⋆ Fire ⋆ Healing

Avalia

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Belladonna

Time: Late Afternoon
Location: Elleta's Residence ---> Roshmi Grand Ball
Mention: @FunnyGuy - Umber
Interaction: @Tae - Torvi | @helo - Bowyn | @dreamingflowers - Ilan

Bella turned to Toriv and Bowyn and chuckled. Boreas looked so adorable that Belle had to struggle to remain nonchalant. ”You clean up well, Frosty.” She shuddered at the mention of the moth fairy and scowled. ”Gross. I’m moving on from that comment.” She turned to Torvi and nodded in regards to her comments regarding magic. While Bell hadn’t grown up the same way, she was too used to her gun and missed it. Hell, even a baseball bat would help her feel more comfortable. She could kill to go back to Earth and grab her gun and return. She sighed in dismay.

The sound of clicking filled her ears and she turned to watch Rosemary and Elleta walking down the staircase together, laughing about something. Belle watched them with surprise. She had been used to them being in rebel clothing that she hadn’t expected their extravagant outfits. Rosemary wore a light pink long-sleeve dress with pink heels. Her usual blonde bun was now laying around her in ringlets. Elleta, on the other hand, wore a sparkly grey dress with frills and mid length sleeves. Her hair was in a bun and she wore a gold headpiece. Both women had on black masks with gold lace around it. As she watched them approach their trio, she noticed a gold bracelet on Rosemary's arm as well. It took a second for it to click, then when she realized it, smirked. ”Nice outfits.” Belle told them with a smile as they approached them.

”Thanks. Same for you.” Elleta eyed her and looked to Rosemary, who seemed to be communicating telepathically with her. Belle watched, eyebrows raised, as Rosemary nodded. She then gestured for Bowyn and Torvi to follow her outside where a horse drawn carriage was waiting.

”There’s a carriage outside. Please follow,” Rosemary addressed them and left swiftly. Belle bit her lip, knowing whatever was happening next, had to do with the Golden Death. They weren’t sure if they wanted to expose Belle yet, so they wanted it to be private.

”I have something for you, too.” Belle swallowed hard and watched as Elle disappeared into the bathroom, then returned, carrying a gold necklace. Bellea watched with surprise, then swallowed hard. She wasn’t a fan of wearing necklaces. She sighed though and remained silent. ”I know what you’re thinking.” Elleta paused and looked at Belle. ”I sense your frustration and anxiety. This is to help us pick one another out in the crowd.” Another pause, then Elleta adjusted her mask properly on her face. She sighed as she added a gold bird pin to Belle’s mask. Belle stood there silently, knowing it was best to remain silent. She was happy to at least have a bird related theme to her ensemble, despite not coordinating with her initial ensemble.

”And the necklace I am providing you was my mother’s. She was killed by Aklenroth’s army many years ago when protesting the injustice. Not only did my mother die, but they sought to slaughter my entire family. I was hiding among the Golden Death for years until I finally resurfaced many years ago. I am an old woman, Bell, but I am not a fool. I know you’re struggling deep down and I’m sorry if this added more pressure to you - but we can’t lose you. You’re the leader and our friend.”

Belladonna remained silent and nodded. This was true. She also felt touched that Elleta was entrusting her with her mother’s necklace. The Elven women’s words radiated a warmth through her that she wasn’t used to feeling. What the hell was she feeling? Belle had no idea and it perplexed her. It had been too long since someone had been that sweet and loving to her. She didn’t know how to act or what to say, so she kept it simple. ”Thank you, Ell. I appreciate it. I won’t leave you guys.” The words held conviction, but the emotion wasn’t sound. Elleta studied her and then pulled her into a gentle hug. Belle stared with shock, frozen for a moment; then reality kicked in and she hugged the taller elf back.

”Come on. Let’s go.” Elleta’s warmth remained, but the seriousness the elf carried with her, had returned. Belle nodded and followed her to the carriage where they joined Bowyn, Torvi and Rosemary. The ride was silent from then on. Belle didn’t know what to say or how to act. She was choked up on the inside and felt as if her airway might close. Her eyes were frozen on the scenery outside, not looking at one another. This woman was risking everything to protect and train her. Hell, the entire Golden Death was placing their trust and hope upon her. The weight on her shoulders could have crushed an elephant.

Once at the Ball, the carriage was drawn away to a safe spot after everyone had exited it. Belle stared with awe at the hall, unable to tear her gaze from it. Elleta took her arm to pull her away so as not to look suspicious. Bell snapped her attention from it and glanced at Torvi with wide eyes. She wanted to see the reaction she held as well. While she remained impassive, the awe had been there briefly. Now, she wiped the astonishment from her expression and took a deep breath. Time to be an Elf and not a human, she thought. It would be easier for her to act disgruntled by the humans and appear as if they were beneath her. It was all she could think of to do to blend in at the moment. All she could do was think of Katniss Everdeen and sighed once more.

Their party arrived at the door and were greeted by an older light elf. Belle stared at him then away with a sigh. What the hell was she supposed to do? The Elves couldn’t have prepared her for this. She tore her gaze away finally and stared at the inside as they made it inside the hall. Belle paused with awe in her eyes. ”Magnifique,” She whispered under her breath. Belle had never seen anything so beautiful and grand in her life. No, she was used to her rundown neighborhoods. Lysandra… Lysandra would have loved this building.

For a moment, heartbreak filled her. The woman was an architect junky. A brief second and Bell was back in the living room, settling down to watch the movie. Brief anger rose inside of her as the reality sunk inside. Now instead of a delinquent, she was a rebel leader masquerading as an Elf with suffocating pressure on her. Her anxiety was beginning to crawl back up. Bell shook her head to settle her emotions down and took several deep breaths. She forced herself to look away, then turn to the Avalians as Elleta went to speak.

”Please find a table and settle down by it. I suggest going near the back or middle to be safe. Stay calm, quiet, and be cautious.” Elleta patted her head gently and moved away with Rosemary to begin looking around. The women seemed to be focusing on some other guests who had already arrived. As Belle watched them leave, her eyes trailed to the front where she saw Ilan and Regulus. She smiled and ducked her head so that nobody would see. She recognized Morgayne flying over to them and handing him a large mask to cover his face. They seemed safe and sound. A wave of relief washed over her. Later she would have to go greet them - but for now, she'd listen to Elleta's instructions. She turned away and looked at Bowyn and Torvi.

"So, where shall we go?" she inquired, allowing them to choose.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Charlotte Hawthorne

Charlotte Sparrow / Peacemaker

| {Full Name} |

Charlotte Jean Sparrow

| {Age} |

25

| {Species} |

Human

| {Gender} |

Female

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| {Appearance} |

Charlotte stands at 5’8, weighing around 130 pounds. She has dark blue eyes and a friendly smile. She has mid-length brown hair with caramel/blonde highlights, which is normally kept up in a braid. Having seemingly discovered the fountain of youth, she appears younger than her age. She dresses casually, not bothering to dress up or caring much for makeup either. She wears hair-ties on her wrists and a locket around her neck. Often, she dons ripped jeans, tees and tank tops along with a leather jacket. She is normally found wearing sneakers. For special occasions, she will dress up, rather begrudgingly.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

Her purse, containing her cell phone, hair-ties, bobby pins, and also some candy. She also carries pepper spray and a pocket knife.

| {Physical Abilities} |

Charlotte is a fast runner, though she despises doing it. Her reflexes are average, and her strength is slightly above average. She can climb well and also hike. Charlotte is trained in martial arts and is a black belt. Since James was in the police force, he also taught her self-defense and combat but she isn’t a professional at it. She is also well-versed in the medical world and cooking. She practices yoga and pilates as well, finding it helps her cope with her chronic pain. She can also shoot and has decent accuracy.

| {Superpowers} |

Telekinesis | Healing | Telepathy.

| {Limitations} |

Healing: It is Charlotte’s most used and controlled ability. She is still a beginner on it, however she is able to heal minor cuts and injuries. It weakens her to heal broken bones, but on the occasion of it being serious, she has been able too. Afterwards, she will normally need to lie down and recharge for a few days. She will feel lethargic and fatigued. She can also close minor bleeding wounds, but isn’t capable of fully fixing it. Healing for long periods can take its toll on her and cause her headaches and fatigue. It causes a bright light over the spot she’s healing as well.

Telekinesis:This is her favorite and requires great concentration. She is able to bring small items to her. The bigger and heavier they are, the less she is able to control them. She can control the speed of which they come, but only for minimal periods.She can use it to help grab items out of her reach and also across the room. She is working on being able to lift light objects and control their momentum/speeds and close large distance gaps. It causes her nose to bleed and also throbbing headaches.

Telepathy: This is her weakest ability. It has only started manifesting, so she can't control it or help it. She can hear phrases of people around her but can't concentrate on them. She can feel an emotion too. Very weak, and uncontrolled.

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| {Personality} |

Prior to James’ death, Charlotte was gentle, kind and sweet. She would willingly go out of her way for others. However, if you cross her negatively, Charlotte will drop everything and walk off. She is feisty and ready to hold her own if necessary. Her bravery and nerve are over the top, and she isn’t afraid to stand up for injustice or bullying. She will fight tooth and nail for it. Her softer side is reserved for her loved ones, particularly Marcus. With a clever mind, she has witty comebacks and a sharp tongue. She will try reigning it in though, around unfamiliar people. Sometimes nicknamed the ‘Energizer Bunny’, Charlotte seems to have an abundance of nonstop energy. She rarely sits still and finds it difficult to manage with her chronic pain. Her determination and work ethic are immense: to her, the sky’s the limit. Her ambition is her passion. Charlotte radiates a pleasant vibe however, and has a sweet smile to match it. She enjoys being out and having fun. When she’s alone however, the walls come down and she’s depressed all over again about her brother.

| {Place of Origin} |

Keystone, born and raised.

| {Background} |

Charlotte's life was relatively ordinary. She was born to Theresa and William Hawthorn and twin to James. The siblings were inseparable. Growing up, Charlotte was high energy and put her mind to anything. If she could climb a wall, she would have tried. She was active in softball, equestrian, martial arts and tennis while on the other hand, James was into reading and technology. She developed a passion for helping and saving people. She dreamed of becoming a nurse since childhood, while James dreamed of becoming a police officer. When Charlotte turned 18, her life changed dramatically. After being in a car accident from a drunk driver and breaking several bones, she was forced to end her athletics. She had broken her femur, shoulder, sprained her back and also broken a few fingers and toes. James supported her throughout the process and was there for her as much as possible. She had spiraled into a depression, since she didn't think she could become a nurse anymore.

During this time, she felt a loss of control over her life and thus, developed anorexia. Going away to college was no longer feasible; she was too reliant on help for mothers during her recovery. This upset her greatly, since James went away to college to become a cop. She was in therapy for months to help control her depression and anorexia. Finally, after struggling for years, Charlotte finally made it into college. When it seemed like her life was coming together, it unraveled again fast. She developed nerve pain throughout her body, sometimes debilitating her and causing her to become bedridden. This forced her back out of college. Her family sought answers and saw many specialists; though nobody could make ‘go away’ as Charlotte hoped. She was given pain medication to help control it and physical therapy to strengthen her body. She was forced to give up her recreational activities while she healed. Furious with her life and eager to help others, Charlotte’s passion for nursing only grew. She hated to see others suffer the same way she was and wanted to help as many people possible. To make matters worse, James was eventually stationed in Kansas City, away from her.

After physical therapy ended, she finally managed to attend college. Slightly older than the rest of her peers, she kept to herself and became antisocial and a loner. It was a vast difference from her usual self. When she graduated, she was able to reconnect with James and his partner, Marcus during her free-time. The trio bonded. Sadly, their time came to an end when James was abruptly murdered. Devastated and grief-stricken, she sought Marcus’ company. The two grew even closer and shared a kiss together after getting plastered together. They awkwardly kept their space from one another.

Months went by - lonely, dark months. She buried her grief in her work. During a gruesome 12 hour shift, she was working in the emergency room when her life changed yet again. A kid was brought in after being in a horrific accident, causing him to break his back and arm. Charlotte had sedated the child in order to treat him and was alone in the room to watch his response to the medication. She had taken his hand comfortingly when a strange light appeared over her hand. Before she could let go and figure it out, the arm was healed. She was stunned and left quickly. After a while, Charlotte tried it on another patient two weeks later and found the same result. Delighted with her ability to help save others, Charlotte began helping patients out when nobody was around. She found herself healing minor injuries, such as sprains and also bruises. With worry she might be caught, Charlotte began randomizing her visits to patients and sneaking into other rooms as well and disappearing before being seen. Additionally, she learned of her telekinetic ability at home on accident - and practices it as well.

Now, with her newfound ability, and a thirst for justice, Charlotte works as much as possible to help save the vulnerable. She has begun to study law as well, to help become a nurse-lawyer and bring justice to criminals. A day doesn’t go by that she doesn’t think of James and feel resentful towards her ability. Right now though, she focuses on saving and helping others. The grief will have to wait.