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✦▐xxxPROFILE SHOULD INCLUDE; full name ;; age ;; race ;; birthday ;; hometown ;; physique ;; height ;; weight ;; eye colour ;; hair colour ;; nationality ;; likes (four) ;; dislikes (four) ;; loved items (2) ;; fears (2) ;; 3 good trait adjectives, 3 bad trait adjectives ;; biography (listed / bulleted) ;; music (normal theme, romance theme, battle theme, voice)

FIRSTNAME ♕ LASTNAME

❝ character role here ❞

✦ gender maemae ✦ age maemae ✦ race maemae ✦ height maemae ✦ weight

✦ hair color maemae ✦ eye color maemae ✦ birthday




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PERSONALITY ;;

Three good adjectives

Three bad adjectives


BIOGRAPHY ;;

List of important points in character's life.


LIKES ;;

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DISLIKES ;;

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PHYSIQUE ;;

Short paragraph about your character's physique.


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FEARS ;;

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MUSIC ;;

~Normal Theme
~Romance Theme
~Battle Theme
~Voice

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xVALERIE ♕ DUMONT

❝ the unruly child ❞
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xxxxx ✦ female maemae ✦ seventeen maemae ✦ nephilm maemae ✦ 5'6" maemae ✦ 117 lbs

✦ light brown maemae ✦ brown maemae ✦ october 13 maemae ✦ idiris maemae ✦ english



( FRIENDLY ) ( PROTECTIVE ) ( SINCERE ) ( POSITIVE )

xxxxxx ( ADVENTUROUS ) ( BLUNT ) ( IMPULSIVE ) ( HYPER )


LIKES

+Adventures - Who doesn't like finding out what's around the corner?
+Training - A great way to blow off steam
+Reading - Losing yourself in another world is jst as fun as an adventure
+Exploring Downworlder Hangouts - Even the best Shadowhunters are curious


DISLIKES

-Rules -They're there to be broken...right?
-Spiders - Demons are fine...spiders are the true devil spawn
-Losing - Is there anything more embarassing?
-Rain - It's great...when you're not trying to fight demons


LOVED ITEMS

~Her sister's old journal which she reads in secret, especially when she's upset
~Summer


FEARS

-Causing a Death
-Drowning


BIOGRAPHY

- Born in Idiris
- At the age of twelve she recieved her first Marks
- At the age of thirteen her parents sent her and her elder sister to the London Institute to 'broaden their horizons'
- Three months after the move, her sister is killed in an ambush that took several other nephilm as well and Valerie moves back to Idiris with her parents
- The funeral for Melanie Dumont marks the saddest day in Valerie's life
- At fourteen Valerie falls for a boy in Idiris, but, he is already engaged and the crush becomes nothing more
- At the age of fifteen her parents are informed that they are to run the Cambridge Institute
- The now-smaller family moves to Cambridge
- A new chapter begins


MUSIC

~Normal Theme
~Romance Theme
~Battle Theme
~Voice


MISCELLANEOUS

~Valerie attempts to learn from her sister's death by making the most outof every day
~It's a well known fact that Valerie's mother doesn't like Downworlders.
~Her father, on the other hand finds them fascinating.

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xWE ARE DUST AND SHADOWS
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xxx《✵ xxxx VALERIE DUMONT
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxthe unruly child xxxx ♔

There was nothing Valerie hated more than waiting for a mission to begin. The nerves that built up were hardly ever worth the wait, she'd come to discover, and the waiting usually turned out to be the worst part. In an attempt to release some of her pent up energy, she'd taken to the training room where an intense workout had begun. Once she had worn herself out with a few of the countless weapons, she'd taken to one of the beams several feet above the floor. In lieu of the customary safety rope, she had traced a Balance rune on her ankle followed by an Agility rune on her arm. Now she balanced precariously on the thin beam, her eyes closed and her arms outstretched as she took one teetering step after another. The open air around her brought on a sense of danger, giving her the thrill she'd been searching for, even if it couldn't compare to the thrill of battle.

It was while she was making her way across the beam that the sound of a piano leaked its way through the walls. She took another step, attempting to ignore the rythm of the music. Now she was about halfway, the point where falling might have done the most damage and where concentration was the most important. She had walked this beam many times since arriving at the Institute with her parents and knew it like the back of her hand. Another step and her foot ran over the knot in the wood which had caused her to fall before. Another step and she knew that a small bump in the wood would trip her up if she wasn't careful...

Again, the music made itself known, causing the young Shadowhunter to open her eyes. She wobbled on the beam for several moments, her balance thrown off by the distraction. She finally regained her balance, well aware that she had the Balance rune to thank for her unbroken neck. The music was still going on, and, although she enjoyed Mozart, she could not help but think that AJ had a real problem with timing. She heaved a sigh and made her way across the remaining beam faster than she probably should have before climbing down the ladder on the opposite wall. She stretched for a moment, listening to the music that had nearly been the cause of her death. Quickly, she pulled her hair out of its sloppy ponytail and let it fall free around her shoulders before leaving the training room.

In the hall, she passed the music room and scoffed, wondering who had designed the Institute so poorly. Had they not thought that music would distract the young Nephilm from their training? She turned away from the music and towards her own room across the Institute. Here, there was no music to distract her, only the quiet, occasionally interrupted by the chirp of a bird of the rattling of a carriage. She used the quiet to prepare herself for the mission. She changed into her gear, an outfit which was too tight and revealing for her mother's liking, and braided her hair before wrapping it into a tight bun at the back of her head. A quick inspection of herself in the mirror was all it took for her to know she was ready.

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Valerie ran close behind Dawn, trailing her friend through Cambridge with her cousin at her side. The three girls had been eager to beat the boys to the end of their trail...well maybe Dawn more than any of them. Valerie had grumbled about the boys getting to have all the fun most of the way, though her complaints had fallen on deaf ears. Soon enough, an old mansion came into view, along with a couple of very familiar faces. The group of three stopped in front of the parabatai who had arrived at the mansion just before them. A glance at Dawn told Valerie that she should not bring up the fact that they'd lost.

The five of them stood for a moment discussing what they should do. AJ had been the first to bring up the fact that this appeared to be a trap and Valerie could not help but agree. Dawn mentioned that she thought she should scout the mansion before they went inside. Valerie shook her head and threw an arm over her friend's shoulder, "Come on, Dawn, where's your sense of adventure?" She looked up at the building, unable to keep a shudder from falling over her as she did so. "Let's split up. The three of us can go through the back and the boys can take the front. What do you think?"

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Shao

NAME: Shaoqing Fen
GENDER: Male
AGE: Twenty-Four
ROLE: Equalist
SAMPLE LINK : Click

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水 ＴＨＥ ＢＡＳＩＣＳ

• Ｉ ｗａｓ ｎａｍｅｄ. . .
xxxxxxxxxx｛ Shaoqin Fen, though Shao will do just fine ｝

• Ｔｈｅ ｄａｙ Ｉ ｅｎｔｅｒｅｄ ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｌｄ. . .
xxxxxxxxxx｛ August Twenty-Eighth ｝

• Ｂｅｅｎ ｃｏｕｎｔｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｙｅａｒｓ
xxxxxxxxxx｛ Twenty-Four ｝

• Ｃａｎ＇ｔ ｙｏｕ ｔｅｌｌ？
xxxxxxxxxx｛ Male ｝

• Ｉｔ'ｓ ａｌｌ ｓｋｉｎ ｄｅｅｐ. . .
xxxxxxxxxx｛ Shao is five feet, seven inches, weighing in at one hundred and seventy two pounds. He has black hair and matching eyes. He has a small scar on his lip from when he thought a lip piercing would be a good idea. His back and shoulders are littered with scars from his childhood in the Fire Nation, though his biggest scar is on his right arm, extending from his elbow to about half-way to his shoulder. He keeps this scar hidden most of the time, as he does not appreciate the questioning stares it brings. ｝

• Ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ｗｈｏ Ｉ ａｍ. . .
xxxxxxxxxx｛ Equalist ｝

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土 ＰＩＥＣＥＳ ＯＦ ＭＥ


• Ｔｈｅ ｉｎｓｉｄｅ ｏｆ ｍｅ. . .
xxxxxxxxxx To the outside world, Shao has one mood: serious. It may have been his upbringing, but, this man can almost always be seen with a small frown and hard eyes. This expression rarely changes, especially at work where he must constantly be aware of his employer's less than legal activities. While he may not be entirely friendly with most, Shao does have a softer side reserved for the few friends he has managed to make. Outside of work and around those he trusts, Shao becomes friendly...possibly even fun-loving. If not for a humiliating past, he might be considered a regular guy trying to make it in Republic City. The occasions when he loses his temper, Shao is never afraid to cross the line, especially when whomever sparked the temper is threatening a loved one or another non-bender.

• Ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ｍｙ ｓｔｏｒｙ. . .
xxxxxxxxxx Born in the Fire Nation's capitol, Shaoqin learned from an early age that being a non-bender was something frowned upon...especially when that non-bender was born to a couple of well known benders. When it was discovered that their son could not bend, Shao's parents were not pleased. Instead of providing him with the comforts of a childhood, they set about making sure he knew he was different and that being different was not acceptable. Although his parents went to great lengths to hide their "cursed" son from the public, eventually the time for school came.

For all that his parents mistreated young Shao, the children at school were much worse. Even though he found himself falling in with a small group of non-benders, school was often a place he feared. While he and the few other non-benders endured endless taunts from their schoolmates, the teachers turned a blind eye, insisting that the students must work out their differences on their own...only attempting to face down the benders at school usually ended badly for the group. On and on the torment went, only growing worse when he finally came to grips with his sexuality. Word got around that not only was he a non-bender, but, he was also gay. During his last year of school, one of his classmates confronted him...well, more like attacked. Out of nowhere, a ball of flame hit his arm, resulting in his biggest scar.

Once he finished with school, Shao packed what he could carry and left the Fire Nation, planning on never returning. Once he reached Republic City, Shao discovered that things were not so different from the Fire Nation. He used what little money he had in order to get a small place to stay where he discovered that most of his neighbors were non-benders as well. One of his neighbors introduced him to the Equalists, a group he took immediate interest in. While he was getting comfortable in the group, his money was running out and he did the one thing he never thought he would. Shaoqin Fen took a job working for not one, but three benders who hardly seemed to follow the law. It's not the ideal situation, but, he needs the money and the Monsoons are willing to pay.

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火 ＳＴＡＴＩＮＧ ＴＨＥ ＦＡＣＴＳ

•Ｙｏｕ ｋｎｏｗ ｍｅ ｓｏ ｗｅｌｌ！
xxxxxxxxxx● Soup
xxxxxxxxxx● Puzzles
xxxxxxxxxx● Spicy Food
xxxxxxxxxx● Men
xxxxxxxxxx● Tea
xxxxxxxxxx● Cooking
xxxxxxxxxx● Sweets
xxxxxxxxxx● Swimming

•Ｕｈ. . .ｎｏ ｔｈａｎｋ ｙｏｕ. . .
xxxxxxxxxx● Winter
xxxxxxxxxx● Fire
xxxxxxxxxx● Stares
xxxxxxxxxx● Rumors
xxxxxxxxxx● Bullies
xxxxxxxxxx● Disrespect
xxxxxxxxxx● Disorganization
xxxxxxxxxx● Benders, especially those who use their bending to hurt others

•Ｋｅｅｐ ｔｈｅｓｅ ａｗａｙ！
xxxxxxxxxx● Spiders
xxxxxxxxxx● Fire
xxxxxxxxxx● Critism

•Ｄｉｄ Ｉ ｆｏｒｇｅｔ ｔｏ ｍｅｎｔｉｏｎ？
xxxxxxxxxx● Shao works as a servant for the Red Monsoons, doing anything and everything they need him to.
xxxxxxxxxx● He is a homosexual, but, only his close friends know it.
xxxxxxxxxx● He is not proud that he works for the Monsoons, but, he isn't foolish enough to turn down the much needed income.

•Ｍｙ ｃｒｅａｔｏｒ ｉｓ. . .
xxxxxxxxxx｛ omz_shalyce｝

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↻ тнιѕ ιѕ☇☇ ιт вσуѕ - ``тнιѕ ⊱ ιѕ ωαя ☑
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xxxxxxsome nights - some nights - some nights - some nights - some nights - some nights - some nights - some nights - some nights
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xxxxxxsome nights - some nights - some nights - some nights - some nights - some nights - some nights - some nights - some nights

ωнαт ∂σ ι ѕтαη∂ ƒσя ؟ ωнαт ∂σ ι ѕтαη∂ ƒσя ؟

MOST ╰☆╮ NIGHTS ╰☆╮, I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE``

The only thing the young waterbender was aware of was Sakari laying next to her. With the girl's body so close to hers, Sura felt safe and secure, like nothing could ever harm her. Once the girl pulled the blankets up over their heads, Sura let her eyes flicker open and take in the girl in front of her. A small smile played on her lips as she took a strand of Sakari's hair and wrapped it around her finger. Her cheeks grew red at the thought of the night before, well, the bits she could remember. The image of three men sprawled on the pavement was one of the clearest. Three men who thought they could take advantage of two young women walking the streets at night. Her smile lessened at the thought. Sura had not wanted to hurt the men, but, they had not given the girls a choice.

She would have been content laying in bed all day, stealing kisses and forgetting the world. The world, it seemed, had different plans. Without warning, Tulok burst into their room, "Mornin' sluts! Sit up, I made you guys breakfast." Sakari was the first to sit up, wrapping the sheets around herself a she did so. Sura followed suit, using Sakari's body to shield her own nakedness. She was less red than Sakari as this was not the first time Tulok had seen her naked, but, his lack of manners had her upset. He did not stay long, however,and simply announced that there was more food downstairs. Sakari had taken the privilege of throwing her pillow at his exit.

Sura pulled her own bowl of jook from the tray and began eating as Sakari announced that she was going to clean herself up. Sura finished her breakfast just as Sakari was finishing her bath. She watched the other girl cross the room and go to the dresser as she talked about her most recent job. She then questioned Sura about a day of shopping. "We should invite Tulok and Feng if she's still here...and what about that new guy? He can carry all our bags for us." As she was talking, Sura slipped off the bed and made her way to the bath where she quickly cleaned herself and changed into a white sundress. "What do you think? Maybe Lok will like our new eye candy."

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There was nothing appealing about the uniform Shao was wearing. His dark eyes scanned the mirror, trying (and failing) to find something to like.The pants were too tight for his liking and the shirt buttons stopped mid-chest, showing way too much skin. To top it off, the jacket he had been given had no buttons, dashing any hope Shao had of covering himself that way. He did not enjoy being put on display for a couple of rich girls...especially a couple of rich bender girls. Despite hearing rumors that these girls had eyes only for each other, Shao was not convinced.

It was in tis ridiculous outfit that Shao left his small apartment and made his way across Republic City to the mansion he had started work in. The young Fire Nation native got his share of looks on his trip, though they grew easier to ignore with each passing moment. By the time he reached his destination, h was practically numb to the stares. Even so, the looks began to dissipate as he grew nearer, giving the impression that the neighbors were used to seeing the help in this particular home dressed up in wild attire.

Entering the mansion, it was quite apparent that either a tornado had gone through the lower level or a party had taken place the night before. The maids had already begun the process of cleaning, making Shao wonder what the place had looked like before they'd gotten out the brooms and dusters. A sigh escaped his lips as he made his way into the kitchen where another maid was already doing the breakfast dishes. He offered the scantily clad woman a rarely seen smile before preparing himself a cup of jasmine tea. Before he could enjoy even half of his cup, one of the ladies yelled for him to bring the car around. Shopping? Was that even part of his job description? With a final sip of the delicious tea, Shao offered his cup and a small apology for adding to the maid's chore before leaving the kitchen.

While the sisters and their friends continued their yelling, Shao grabbed the car keys from their hook and made his way to the garag. The car inside was nicer than anything Shao had ever driven before, making him wonder how much money this semi-incestial family had. Carefully, he pulled the vehicle around the front of the expansive home. Placing the car in park, he climbed out of the driver's seat and walked around the car to open the door for his passengers. While he waited, he took a moment to wonder where chauffering was in his job description. Wasn't he just supposed to serve breakfast in bed and answering the door?

When the group decided to exit the home, Shao caught sight of a rather handsome individual. Was this the elder brother he'd heard about? No. There wasn't the family resemblance for that. This had to be the third member of the Red Monsoons, as he assumed the third girl could not be what with her ties to pro-bending. Shao took in the handsome stranger a moment more before berating himself. There was no future with this man, he reminded himself as the group piled into the car, especially since the stranger was a bender.

Once the four of them had settled themselves in the back seat, Shao closed the door and made his way back to the driver's seat. "To the shops, then?" he asked as he pulled out of the drive and away from the house.

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I'm waking up to ash and dust

I wipe my {brow} and I sweat my {rust}

I'm breathing in the chemicals

After a semi-sweet reunion, the sisters were brought back to reality by Price's insistence that they get out of the suburbs, though Aziza was quick to offer a somewhat nicer approach. Anna pulled away from her sister and linked their arms together. "Izzy, they're right, we should get moving." She felt the girl stiffen next to her, as if the idea of going anywhere was terrible. Then it hit Anna. It wasn't the where it was the who. How had she forgotten how frustratingly distrusting her sister was? Anna moved her hand to clutch her sister's and gave the siblings an apologetic look before turning to look in her sister's eyes as she pulled her a little away from them so they could talk in private.

"Izzy, we can't stay here and they won't wait forever," she whispered.

"Then let them leave. We don't need them," Izzy whispered back. Anna believed that she was not seeing reason here. These two had saved her life. They had provided her with the means to find her only remaining family. Isabell's eyes were full of doubt, she didn't want to go with anyone she didn't know. Anna gave the girl's hand a reassuring squeeze accompanied by a smile. "You can trust them, I'm sure of it. They've had plenty of opportunity to kill me and they haven't yet." After what seemed like an unbelievably long time, Izzy gave a nod and the sisters joined Price and Zaza as they made their way back to the hummer.

As if to prove the point that the suburbs were dangerous as the sun crept lower, the group encountered several shambling corpses along the way. While it was inconvenient, they were quick to dispel the zombies and climb back into the safety of the hummer. Once the hatch was sealed, Anna sat herself next to her sister and looked between her new friends...if it wasn't too early to call them that. Izzy was positively certain that something was going to happen inside their mobile shelter and while Anna had set her things aside, she kept hers close, ready for a fight if there was going to be one. In an attempt to gauge the siblings and their personalities, she cleared her throat and asked, "So...where are we going?"

This is it the apocalypse

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Anna

Location: Abandoned House Company: Aziza & Price & Izzy | Gear: X | Health: ████████████████████ 100%

Izzy

Location: Abandoned House Company: Aziza & Price & Anna | Gear: X | Health: ████████████████████ 100%

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ANNMARIE ☠ LIGHTWOOD
The Rookie ✴ Nineteen ✴ Theme Song

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↷It Wasn't Too Long Ago
Annmarie's life has been nothing but ordinary, in all honesty. Born to parents barely scraping by on their low income jobs, she learned how to go without fairly quickly. Not to say she ever went hungry or without the necessities, simply the extras that her friends could afford. This didn't stop Annmarie from having a good time as she grew up, making friends easily, even if keeping them proved harder. During seventh grade, she met her best friend to date, Kara Truman. Besides Kara, Annmarie was close to her younger cousin, Zack, who was always finding ways to cheer her up when she was down. Unfortunately, Zack was hit by a car on his sixteenth birthday, landing him in the hospital in a coma. He did not make it out. After reading a note left behind by her once-lively cousin, Annmarie joined her best friend in her interest in the paranormal.

↷But Part of it Really Stood Out
The insufferable beeping of the equipment seemed louder in this moment than it had before. Moments from now the beeping would stop and the already bleak day would become bleaker. Her parents had tried to convince her that being there would be a terrible idea, but, she had to. Her hand clasped Zack's limp fingers while she watched the doctor walk into the room, accompanied by a nurse. This was it, the moment she had been dreading in the months since the accident. All the equipment had been shut down, Zack's shallow breathing became labored before his chest lay still.

The tears were thick, falling onto the letter that consisted of only a few words.

'Look for the signs.

-Zack'

↷People Say I'm
⇰ Friendly
⇰ Happy
⇰ Excitable
⇰ Loud
⇰ Optimistic

↷They Make Me Breathless
♡ Sweets
♡ Parties
♡ Music
♡ Jewelry
♡ Ghost Stories

↷They Make Me Squirm
☢ Spiders
☢ Sitting Still
☢ Spicy Food
☢ Blood
☢ Liars

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xxxxxxxxxxS O R A I S E Y O U R G L A S S I F Y O U A R E W R O N G
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I N A L L T H E R I G H T WAYS

The plane ride had been tough for the young ghost hunter. She hadn't gotten sick, or riddled with fear of crashing, nothing so usual as that. Instead of the general reactions of other passengers, Annmarie had gotten antsy. Sitting still was not something she was good at and, even though their benefactor had provided the group with first class tickets, there was not enough room on the plane to move around. She had tuned into the conversation Kara, Kasey, and Blake were having, though for the most part she was silent. A headache was slowly beginning to form at the back of her head and she was regretting the decision to put all of her medicine in her checked bag. Although she had fallen asleep briefly, by the time the nine hour flight ended she was ready to kiss the ground.

Now, she was piling out of the rental van after the rest of the team, head still pounding and throat beginning to feel scratchy. Was she getting sick? It was definitely a possibility in the cold German air. Whatever the case, she attempted to shove the headache away and help unload bags while Kara and Kasey went to check the group in. Shortly, the sisters joined them and helped bring the bags inside. Anna had been expecting a comfortable room where she might have been able to relax after the investigation. Instead, she was faced with a major disappointment. Had there not been a throbbing in the back of her head, she would have joked about Kasey's perception of German people. Instead, she hefted her solid blue suitcase onto one of the cots, silently praying that it didn't collapse under the weight.

Kasey had said something about trying to get to the village by sunset and Anna was happy to agree. Anything was better than sitting in this room all night. Unzipping her suitcase, she pulled a small toiletry bag from the top and turned to the girls, "Give a girl a minute?" she said, holding up her bag before closing herself in the bathroom.

Once she had locked the door, she unzipped the bag and pulled out some pain reliever, swallowing one with a handful of water. She then washed her face quickly and brushed her raven hair into a less-sloppy pony tail. There was no need for make up, unless any of the ghosts they were trying to find were super attractive. By the time she was finished cleaning up her disheveled appearance, her headache was no more than a light throb, giving her reason to return to her normal self. She zipped up her bag and left the bathroom, a smile playing on her lips. "You said we can get there by sunset?" she asked, chipper as ever, "Well then, let's go ladies. We are burning daylight."

♫ ~ R A I S E Y O U R G L A S S ~ ♫

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STEPHEN ☠ WILLIAMS
The Archivist ✴ Twenty-Two ✴ Theme Song

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↷It Wasn't Too Long Ago
Stephen has lived in Portland his entire life, taking care of his sickly mother since childhood. He grew up as the quiet kid in the back of the class, though, anyone he did talk to he became friends with rather quickly. During middle school, he discovered a strange ability that amazed him almost as much as it scared him. Everything he touched seemed to give off emotion. A pre-owned text book that he might have otherwise enjoyed, made him feel bored, sometimes even sad depending on the past owners. It took him until sophomore year to learn how to block out the emotions brought on by pre-owned items. After graduating high school, Stephen did not go straight into college like he had originally intended. Instead, he took a couple of semesters to look after his mother, who was beginning to take a turn for the worse. She died, comfortably in her sleep, leaving the barely of age Stephen to fend for himself. In desperation, he turned to the internet to find some sort of closure and stumbled upon a group of very peculiar individuals.

↷But Part of it Really Stood Out
Stephen ran his hand over his eyes, trying to rid them of the tears that had been welling up. Did they have to dress his mother in clothes she never would have worn outside of church? She didn't look like herself, laying in that damned box. He swallowed the lump in his throat and turned away, unwilling to look at the shell of his once beautiful mother.

At home that night, he pried himself off the couch where he had been sitting since the funeral, unmoving, unfeeling. His feet took him to his mother's bedroom and to the bed, still unmade since the morning. Lightly, his fingers brushed the quilt she'd inherited, running up the length of the bed. Suddenly, a wave of emotion overcame him, emotion that was not his. A smile played on his lips as long overdue tumbled down his cheeks as the realization hit him.

She had died happy.

↷People Say I'm
⇰ Quiet
⇰ Calm
⇰ Level-Headed
⇰ Friendly
⇰ Creative

↷They Make Me Breathless
♡ Books
♡ Chocolate
♡ Spicy Foods
♡ Rain
♡ "Haunted" Places

↷They Make Me Squirm
☢ Bullies
☢ Mayonnaise
☢ Too Much Sun
☢ Snakes
☢ Peanuts

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XX▬▬ Tula Lovela Wildflower I◞
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XX▬▬ SAMPLES I◞
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XX▬▬ Coven Leader I◞
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XX▬▬ Nazanin Mandi I◞
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tab ⋮ Tula is a calm and level headed person with her feet planted firmly on the ground. She has learned to hold her head high in most situations, giving the impression that nothing can or ever will bother her. Always polite, she strives to ensure that no one will have a negative impression of her, of course, she does so with the pretense of not caring what anyone else thinks. It is very important to her that she remains composed in front of others, feeling that tears are a weakness no man should ever witness from a woman. She is a proud woman to say the least, which is why she is ashamed that her one moment of weakness led to an unruly b*****d child. She can't help but love him, though, despite the constant stress he puts her under. Those that have gotten to know Tula might find that she is actually an extremely kind woman who knows how to cheer anyone up. Though her hand is strong, her heart is always in the right place. She likes to believe that she has control of any situation, even if things are going wildly out of hand.



tab ⋮ Calm
tab ⋮ Kind
tab ⋮ Loving
tab ⋮ Friendly
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tab ⋮ Proud
tab ⋮ Controlling
tab ⋮ Unforgiving
tab ⋮ Perfectionist

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tab ║▌ ✩ ❛ the ( quiet ) oracle ❜

tab 이름(NAME) : song, sun-mi.
tab 과거(PAST) : keeper of the church, nun.
tab 학년(GRADE) : junior (class 2-B).
tab 나이(AGE) : sixteen.
tab 성별(GENDER) : female.
tab 높은 곳(HEIGHT) : 5'5".
tab 무게(WEIGHT) : one hundred thirteen pounds.

↘↘ this is who i am
She never meant to be this quiet. Quite the opposite, actually. Sun-Mi has always battled to get her soft voice heard in her unusually large family. With four siblings, all that much louder than the other, it's a wonder that Sun-Mi didn't turn out to be just as loud or louder as the youngest. It wasn't until sixth grade that she finally met someone who was almost as quiet as she was and became fast friends. They helped each other branch out, find their voices even. More important, they both shared a love for tennis and ended up in the same tennis club.

The two remained friends through middle school and the first few weeks of high school. To any onlooker, Sun-Mi had returned to her old self. Her parents would call it an attempt to adjust to a new environment...teenage angst...a call for attention even. Only she knew the truth. Only she knew that she had begun to have strange, frightening dreams that seemed all too real. She has taken to attempting to stay awake all night, too afraid to go to sleep and invite the dreams back. Of course, staying awake isn't good for anyone. So exhausted by her long nights, Sun-Mi could no longer play tennis and dropped the activity and, as an unforeseen consequence, lost her only true friendship. Now it seems she can't seem to do any more than sit in the back of the class and hope she doesn't fall asleep.

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♕xxSoleil Morgernstern
__________________ THE SHY TRIBUTE ____________________ ♀ _______________

tab tab The Moment of Truth, the Moment to Lie
tab tab tab The Moment to live, the Moment to Die...


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tab tab tab Quiet & Shy & Observant