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[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

My Charrie - - -


Name - - -

Cassia Lynn Goodfell

Age - - -

Roughly eighteen, as far as humans are concerned.

Gender - - -

Female, thank you very much.

Court - - -

Seelie, Summer, Light, whichever term you want to use.

Rank - - -

Daughter of the Summer King and the Princess of the Seelie Court

Personality - - -

It's pretty useless to try and understand Cassia. She runs hot and cold, sweet and sour, careful and careless, complex and simple. She's easily capabable of seducing you one moment and attacking you the next; laughing at one second and crying in another. It usually takes a great long time to truely understand this Fae, but we'll try to give you the best summary possible.

Cassia's first goal in life is to have fun, and it only comes second when she has an order from her Father. She wants nothing more than laugh and dance and sing to her hearts content, to live a care free life without politics and drama involved. Of course, this is quite impossible so the girl learned to adapt. It's quite alright do what she wishes, to be happy and dance and sing and all, but it's always safer to be aware of ones surroundings. A warning to you, she has a keener eye than you would expect and she often knows more than she will say.

The hopeless romantic in her wants to find that one person that she should spend the rest of her days with, but she doubts that he will ever appear so she kept herself from being hurt by never attaching herself to others. She'll flirt and dance and kiss with just about everybody male (she's straight as a stick and she's gotta maintain some values), but she has yet to commit to anybody for real. Though you might be surprised to find that this involves no sex, seeing as she has convinced herself that this is an act of true love and she has not had that yet.

Another surprise for you: she has quite a sharp tongue. Seeing as she takes offense easily, her favorite weapons are her wit and sarcasm, and a good kick if she remains offended. Though when she isn't offending, this gift is used in the name of good, usually for joking and entertaining, Although, you probably don't find this surprising at all.

Cassia is more honest than you would expect a Fae that grew in a Court would be. She hates lies and preffers not to tell them whenever she can manage it. As honest as she is though, she has perfected the art of saying one thing and meaning another. Not lying, but not exactly saying aloud everything that she knows.

Biography - - -

I am Cassia Lynn Goodfell, the daughter of the King of the Seelie, and for as long as I can remember, we have been at war with the Unseelie. I'm pretty sure that nobody remembers what the original dispute was over or even who started it all, but it is well known that the Seelie and Unseelie courts just don't get along and haven't gotten along for quite some times.

Naturally, this hate is taught to all the children of their respective courts. And nobody taught me this hate better than my father, the King of the Seelie. Among my many lessons of how to run the Court, he worked very hard to ingrain the message that the Unseelie were our enemies and were to never be trusted. Having never met a trustworthy Unseelie, I have no choice but to believe his words.

But, moving on past that, I have lived the basic life of any Fae child, if a rather nicer one. Being a princess does give one special priviliges but, to be honest, it's mostly a lot of hardwork and studying of politics and other such things, though it did get better as I got older. But, sorry to disappoint, nothing or real significance has happened in my lifetime. Just living your everyday, Seelie Princess life.

Theme Song - - -

Tonight Tonight by Hot Chelle Rae

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[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

The şuη ԍσєş ∂σωη
The şτąяş come σuτ
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The Summer Equinox. To the humans, it was just a date, a marker of change. However, for the Seelie, it was the day that winter finally ended and life returned to the plants, the beginings of summer. For the Seelie, it was celebration as their chosen season came into being. Naturally, they were going to celebrate such a time.

This party, held in the Summer King's palace, was what Cassia Goodfell was currently attending. Of course she would be. As the Seelie Princess, it was her right and duty to attend the comming of power to her court. And it helped that it was always awfully good fun too. Masquerades were always her favorite, and the Summer Equinox Party was the biggest masquerade all year. She was feeling particularly proud of her outfit this year. Since the dance had no dress code other than the mask, she had decided to go with a mix of the modern human and traditional fae outfit. She wore slim, perfectly fitting dark denim skinny jeans that hugged her gentle curves. Her top, however, was made of cream colored spider silk and was converted, Rennaisance top with flowing sleaves and a soft gold ribbon that laced up the front. Her feet were clad in soft gold dancing slippers and her hair was pulled back only so that none of her auburn curls would cover up the delicate, gold lace mask that covered the top half of her face.

She leaned against a rail, her head resting on her hand as she watched the other Seelie down below. Most were clad in Fae versions of modern human wear, but there was the occasional extravagent that decided that they prefered the large ball gowns or the suits. The music echoed through the elobaroately decorated hall, a sound more hauntingly beautiful than any mortal could ever attempt to make. The whole thing looked like an inhuman club dance floor.

She drummed her fingers against the rail till she felt the heat of another body lean in close. "You look awfully bored. Perhaps I can help fix that?" a voice suggested by her ear. She turned her head a bit so she could see the stranger. He looked like a typical summer fae: tall and tan with smooth blonde hair and bright blue eyes partially hidden behind his blue mask. He had a flirtatious smile on his face, common in a court that adored love in all forms, and looked at her with an intense gaze that would make most girls swoon.

Cassia allowed a smile to curl on her full pink lips and she batted long, thick lashes that framed her bright silver eyes. "Maybe later." she said, placing a hand against his chest and pushing softly, sending her message without scaring him away.

His grin widened and he leaned forward ever so slightly. "Then I'll look forward to that moment." he murmered before he let her be. She watched him for a moment before deciding that she was through with watching. This was the Summer Equinox and it was her duty to throughly enjoy herself. She straightend her body and strolled over the extragent, spiral staircase and proceeded to glide down the steps with inhuman grace, her head held high and a small smile place on her lips.


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[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

It's getting ɦєąvү and I ωąητ to run and ɦι∂є.
I want to яuη and ɦι∂є.
I do it єvєяүτιмє, you're кιℓℓιηԍ мє now.
And I won't be ∂єηιє∂ by you, the ąηιмąℓ inside of үσu.

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"Come on, Sebastian." the man was saying. Bastian glanced up from his desk to look at the bearded man and the two other employees. "We need to get you out of here. Everytime I see you, you're working. You're twenty one. You should be hitting the bars and flirting with girls, not pouring over paperwork." the man tried to convince him.

Bastion offered the man a polite smile with no substance. "Maybe later. For now, I've got a case to solve. Besides, I'm not much of a drinker." he replied vaguely before to continuing to pour of the mass of paper that covered nearly every inch of his desk.

The man shook his head and sighed. "Too young to be so serious." And with that, they left the office for the night.

Sebastian picked up a stack of the paper sitting on his desk and flipped through it, rereading the information printed on for perhaps the billionenth time. The photos of the victims, the reports on the autopsies, the recorded conversations of some possible witnesses, all evidence and information that he could use to capture the elusive target. Crimson Kiss, Bloody Scarlet, and Russian Roulette, all the names associated with infamous murderer that was loose at the moment. But she wouldn't be very free for long, for Sebastion Albarn was determined to catch the elusive criminal. Others said it couldn't be done, but that had never stopped him before.

The sleek black cell phone sitting on the desk vibrated and Sebastion paused in his reviewing before answering it. "Hello?"

"She's here. Bloody Scarlet. She's here now, but it looks like she might leave soon. Adress is..." one his anoymous contacts rattled off quickly before hanging up abrutely.

A cat like grin curled on his lips. Perfect. Now as good a time as any. The sooner he got the murderer off the streets, the better. He pushed all the evidence into a sort of pile and then reached down into the desk to pull out the weaponry that he had stashed there. He loaded two pistols and two knives and then hid them on his person. His murderess had a pretty bloody reputation and he was not going in there both unprepared and, more importantly, unarmed. After pulling on a leather jacket, he headed out.

Bastion moved quickly, feeling unusually impatient. His target was stationary for now but if his information was anything to go by, she wouldn't stay that way for very long. And targets could move fast when they really wanted to. He reached the street where she had been spotted and then quickly took in his surroundings, scanning the area. It was night time, dark, so the only visability came from the street lights and whatever light some of the signs from stores and clubs gave off. But from what he could see, the area was mostly empty, besides the few groups that went in and out of nightclubs and bars. There didn't appear to be anybody from who he could tell that might give his target any back up. Despite the fact that this was good information for him, it didn't make the man relax at all.

He glanced down every all way as his feet carried him closer and closer to the club, his eyes scanning for the person that was supposed to be the murderer. From what his contacts told him, she had red curly hair, bright green eyes, and always carried her signature pistol on her. It seemed to him those traits, especially the red hair, should have made it easier for her to be spotted and caught, but whatever. That was just his opinion.

A soft click of heels brought his attention sharply to the alley next the night club. Unlike the previous alleys, this one held a person who seemed to have just exited the club out the side door. She was gorgeous with pale skin and rich dark red curls. She was wearing a dress that left her smooth limbs exposed to the cool night air and wore heals that made her legs seem long and toned. She was the kind of girl that, on any other night, Bastion would have tried to make a move on. However, it was the barely visible pistol peeking out from the edge of her dress that made this an impossibility. It was her.

He turned down the alley after checking over his shoulders and made long smooth strides toward her, his fingers twitching in his pockets as he fought the sensation to reach for his guns right away. "Would you be the one they call Russian Roulette?" he questioned loud enough for her to hear, watching her with dark brown eyes.


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I let it ƒąℓℓ, мү ɦєąяτ
And as it ƒєℓℓ, you rose to ςℓąιм it
It was ∂ąяк and ι was σvєя
Until you кιşşє∂ my lips and you şąvє∂ мє

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Lynnette couldn't remember the last time she left the castle. She knew that she hadn't always been cooped up in here, but she hadn't been out for so long that she might as well have spent her whole life behind these walls.

But she could still remember the last time that she had been out. The princess had been very young, around six, and it was another one what had been, for a while, a constant stream of kidnappings. This one, compared to the others, wasn't truelly remarkable. In fact, there had been a noted patern with each kidnapping. The kidnapper was usually old, vain, sick, or had family that was one of the three. They managed to spirit the little girl away, whether by braking into the castle or catching her while she was out and about, until the castle guards finally caught up with them and got her back.

But what was different about this kidnapping was that her father, the king, finally put his foot down. 'Enough is enough,' he had said, looking down at his daughter with a mixture of worry and fierce protectiveness. And that was the last time she left the castle. The king had taken Lynn home and had given her a new room, one that was nearly twice as big as her old one(and that had been plenty big as it was) located in the tallest tower of the castle. And after that, she hardly ever left that room, not unless she was accompanied by atleast a half dozen guards. 'It's just not safe for someone like you.'

Of course, she had been a bit miffed for a while(ok, she still was occasionally), but when she thought it through, the King did have some logic backing his decision. Lynn's gift was special. It, and her, needed to be protected. By placing her in a hard to reach room and nearly never letting her out of it offered some sort of protection.

She still didn't like it though.

The princess sighed as she turned and walked back through her balcony doors, making sure to lock them behind her. It was no use dwelling on unhappy thoughts. It wasn't as if things were going to change anytime soon. After all, the King's plan had been working rather well for the past thirteen or so years.

She sank into the chair by her desk and picked up the brush, running it through the long, golden locks that were so very different from her dark haired parents. A soft thump made her pause in the methodical strokes and listen very carefully. No thumps no, just a very faint clicking sound. She put her brush down and turned around to look at what exactly had made the noise.

The doors of her balcony were no open and slipping inside was a boy, a man really. She guessed he might have been handsome, with those big brown eyes of his, but it wasn't as if she had many other people to compare him to. She blinked and stood sharply on instinct. She was smart enough not to yell, that usually provoked some violent reactions from the kidnappers, but there was no way in hell that she was going to stay sitting.

He spoke, soft sounding kind of words. The tone, coupled with the innocent look in his eye, made him seem trustworthy. Lynn very nearly believed him. But the princess had to remind herself of the past, that even the ones that seemed trustworthy weren't always so. "Danger?" she repeated softly. "What danger? Who are you?" she demanded, her voice mixed with worry and fake courage, backing away and watching him with caution in her gray-green eyes. He might speak of danger, but so far he seemed to be the most dangerous thing, especially considering that he had just broken into her room.


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Someone ɦσℓ∂ş me şąƒє and ωąям
Horses ρяąηςє through a şιℓvєя storm
ƒιԍuяєş ∂ąηςιηԍ ԍяąςєƒuℓℓү
ąςяσşş мү мємσяү.

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This was begining to sound like a bad idea. Of course, the whole thing had sounded fine back at home, snug in her room, but now with the sun setting the light beginging to dim it didn't sound so great anymore. But Taelyn Nightengale just happened to be stubborn enough person that she woudl in no way let herself turn back now that she had started something. She needed the money, and this job payed great for the tasks that she was supposed to perform. So what if it sounded little odd, asking her to turn up at the supposedly haunted house just after sunset?

Since the job had asked her to stay on the property, she had packed all her things. Clothes mostly, but there were a few other, treasured things. Her favorite books, the last letter her mother had ever wrote to her, and her diary were just some of the few things tucked away. Inspite of the fact that she was probably going to be here for quite some time, her things weren't that big, only taking up space in medium sized navy suitcase. She wasn't particularly vain, despite her soft beauty, and it was a practical bag containing only the things that she felt that she had deffineatly needed.

A quick taxi ride later, she had found herself standing at the gates of the mansion. She could see why people thought it was haunted. It had the same kind of beauty as an old lady, one that had once been beautiful but time had whithered her away. Plus, the dark metal gates weren't exactly inviting. She sucked in a steadying breath before she headed towards the front door, the wheels of her suitcase clicking against the cobblestone path. She stopped in front of the large, wooden double doors, searching for a doorbell of some sort. This seemed to be a more oldfashioned type door though, since there was only a large, ornate knocker sitting. Her fingers curled around the handle before letting it fall against wood, creating a loud noise. "Hello?"

There was a long pause, the faintest sounds of scuffling and then the door swung open to reveal the strangest looking boy she had ever seen. The boy, who looked as if he were a butler of some sort, stared at her with the slightest amount of shock in his eyes before he spoke in meticulously polite tones. "Can I help you?"

"Yes, I'm here about a job offer?"

This one wasn't much for expressions apparently, or maybe she just wasn't reading him right, for he simply looked from her to the paper clutched in hand to her luggage and then back to her with a rather neuatrally polite expression on his face. "Of course, come in. I shall get your things. " he swung the door wide for her before reaching for her things.

"No, it's ok, I can carry my own things. I don't want to be a bother." she rushed to say, but the man was already carrying her things in one gloved hand and ushering her inside.

The girl in the front hallway was equally as strange as the boy. While she wasn't composed of black and white like him and she was free of red tattoos, her hair was a bright blue, and her skirt bore a resemblence to a chandelier, complete with flames flicker at the end. The boy set down her things beside her before he strode toward her with quick, precise steps. He snatched the belt that was clutched in her hands in a movement so quick that Tae was sure that the girl hadn't even bothered to think about holding on until after it was already out of her hands. He looped the belt back around his pants, speaking to her in that same cool tone that he had used with Taelyn. "Chandelure, please keep our guest company while I inform the Master of her arrival." he said, snapping the belt back into place and giving himself a quick straightening before he headed down a particular hallway.

Taelyn glanced at the girl on fire before smiling and turning to her completely. She seemed strange, but Tae had to remind herself that first impressions were stupid and that she had to give the girl the benefit of the doubt. The blue girl could be a wonderful person for all she knew. "Hi, I'm Taelyn." she introduced herself and held out her hand for the girl to shake.


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Step вąςк for ąℓℓ the world to şєє
Your ℓιƒє means all the world to мє
I'll τąкє your ρąιη and şuƒƒєяιηԍ
I'm şuςɦ a şuςкєя şσмєτιмєş

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Landon was pretty sure that fate had been having a good life when they had given him the name of Cogsworth. It was like it had known what was going to happen to the boy before hand and had named him accordingly. Personally, he felt that if he had seen this comming, he would have moved far away and changed his name to something more boring, like Smith or Matthews. After all, who wanted to be a Clock with the name Cogsworth?

That's what he thought as he watched the sun set through the glass of the door. Since it was technically still daytime, he was in his clock shape. The clock was a mixture of the old and the knew, modern and old fashioned. He was shaped very much like an old grandfather clock, but had the sleek color and design of modern art, all blacks and whites with a pop of red at the interestingly shapped hands.

His shape melted rather fast though as the light dipped below the edge of the sky. With the switching of daytime to nightime also signalled the changing of the spell and the clock's form melted into that of a human shape. In the place of the clock, there now stood a man. He was young, despite the shock of white hair on his head, and he had the appearence of coming straight out of a black and white film. Black pants, white shirt, pale skin, and eyes so light that they looked nearly silver rather than blue. The only shock of color on the boy was the red tattoo that ran through his left eye and bore a remarkable resemeblence to hands on the clock face.

The boy stretched, his now human limbs aching from staying in one place all day. But that was what the curse dicated: clock by day and human by night. With his quick stretch done, he went back to his normal posture, straightening the cuffs of sleaves and pulling the gloves on his hands tight so that he looked impeccable as always. Not that it really mattered. Nobody ever visited, so he really only played butler to the Master anyway. With nothing much to do, he paced for a bit.

But then he heard it. The faint tinkling of crystals clinking against one another, a sound that he associated with one particular person. He froze just in time for that person to throw her arms around his neck and scream his name in his ear. He flinched, the only sign of surprise that made it to his face. He was rather good with keeping his feelings to himself. "Hello, Chandelure." he murmered a reply in a much quieter voice than she had used as she moved around to the front of him. He didn't bother worrying about the flames flickering on her dress, he had long ago learned that they were harmless unless provoked.

He did, however, focus his attentions on her hand as it ruffled his hair out of order, sending pearly strands flying everywhere. A scowl crossed his features, disliking the disorder and he immediatly began to resmooth the locks. However, this only just gave her an opening to wreck more havoc. Belt gone, shirt and vest unbuttoned and his tie undone and retied lopsided. She danced a few steps away, twirling his belt and attempting to provoke a reaction out of him with the chaos and use of his hated nickname. But he was not so easily defeated. After deepening his scowl momentarily, he composed he features into a more neutral look. "Quit calling me 'Tickie'. And unless you would like to see something that no proper girl ought to, I suggest you hand me my belt back." he said simply with brutal honestly as he meticulously worked on re-ordering himself, starting the with the buttoning up of his shirt and retying of his tie.

He glanced back up at her, quirking one silver eyebrow as he finished doing the top button. "Don't you have something you should be doing?" he asked with a soft sigh. He knew that she probably didn't, there just wasn't a whole lot to do anymore, but he knew that her continued presence would wear his patience thin, especially since she was so keen on doing things that annoyed him.


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xxxx THEXXXQUIETXXXP I A N I S T ▰▰▰⊰
xxxxxx AVERY LUNA CELESTIANO

"Bless your soul, you've got your head in the clouds"
For your information, I'm a FEMALE.
People deem me to be QUIET, DREAMY, UNFOCUSED, and INTELLIGENT.
Sometimes I just hate LOUD NOISES, SNAKES, FIRE, and RUDENESS.
Open my MEMORY and see if you like me.

[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

The şuη ԍσєş ∂σωη
The şτąяş come σuτ
ąη∂ ąℓℓ that ςσuητş
ιş ɦєяє and ησω

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If you asked any neighbor of the Celestiano house, they would say that they were quite satsified to be living where they were, especially durring moments like now where they gifted with the free entertainment of Avery Celestiano practicing her playing. The girl's long, slender fingers moved in a rush over the keys, her eyes closed and a dreamy expression on her face as her fingers tapped out a soft rhythem, a sweet lulluby.

Her mother, who stood by her shoulder, was almost sorry to have to interupt the lovely music, but things needed to be done. The woman sighed and gently tapped the girl on her shoulder. Avery nearly jumped out of her skin and her fingers misstepped in the melody. The girl swung her head around, her white-blonde hair flying about her shoulders, her silver blue eyes wide with surprise, and a contained gasp hanging on the end of her tongue. It was almost as if the girl had forgotten that anything but the piano had existed. After a long moment, she relaxed and pressed a hand to her too fast heartbeat.

The mother laughed at her side. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, dear. But we have to get you ready for the Matching Ceremony." she explained with a note of pride in her voice. The blonde woman had believed for a long time that her youngest daughter would not choose to be Matched. She had been very happy to be proven wrong.

Avery nodded and stood, allowing herself to be led and groomed by her mother. She brushed out the girl's long, nearly silver locks, so that they were smooth, and twisted them expertly into an updo, with a few strands framing her narrow face. She then helped her daughter into the dress she had been made especially for the occasion. It was a lovely little masterpiece, a strapless gown that was a color somewhere between blue and purple with a sweetheart neckline. It had a corset top that hugged her frame and showed of her curves. At her waist, it flared out and fell to the floor in silky waves.

With her appearence all finished, Avery glanced at herself in the mirror tentatively. The pianist normally had a tendency to just not care about her appereance, to focus more on her music than her looks. It had led to sometimes too long messy hair, which most apparent with her bangs and a rather simple, comfortable clothes. She was a little afraid with all this effort going in that she might look overdone, but when she glanced in the mirror she could see that this was not so. Her hair looked effortlessly elegent and it showed off her face and neck in attractive manner. The color of her dress made the blue in her eyes stand out and made her pale hair look stunning. Avery could not believe that she was the same person she was half an hour ago. She was no model, that was obvious, but she was pretty in a different kind of way.

With preperations all finished, Avery and her parents exited the house and were met by an Official. Good afternoon, Miss Celestiano. Please follow me to the shuttle. I will transport you and your parents to the Society where you shall be Matched." the lady said in a strict, official voice. Avery nodded and entered the shuttle.

The ride into the city was mostly quiet. Avery spent much of the time staring at the scenery passing by while she was off in her own little world. This suited the Official just fine since she seemed to be content to look serious and not talk to anybody. This left her parents who simply murmered conversation between themselves. Avery watched the familiar skyscrapers come into view as they entered the Society's main city. She had been here on several occasions, mostly for concerts, but she had never felt the way she did now comming into the city, nervous and excited. She couldn't ever recall being nervous before she played.

The shuttle came to a stop and they stepped out. The sight of the great Ceremonial Building greeted them and the pianist gazed up at the building in wonder. She only stopped when her mother placed a hand on the small of her back, urging her forward. The came to the front where another Official greeted them and led the trio inside. The room was magnificent, even if it did smell faintly of roses, which had never been her favorite scent. But the room was amazing, nonetheless.

They had arrived an hour early, so the family had some time to kill. Her parents ventured off to mingle with the other parents and Avery headed over to refreshment table, where most of the other Matchees had decided to hang about. She grabbed a glass of champagned and sipped the bubbly, fruity alochal delicately.

"It's such a lovely day today. I'm so happy to be here. I cannot say just how excited to finally be Matched." a girl beside her was saying. Avery slid her eyes over to see who had spoken. While the pianist might have looked nice tonight, it was quite obvious that this girl was a real beauty, model-pretty. She had the perfect, slender frame and her strawberry colored hair looked as though it had never seen so much as a tangle a day in it's life (a feat that Avery would sadly never accomplish).

Now, Avery wasn't normally one for conversation. In fact, she prefered to remain silent most of the time. However, now seemed as good of a time as any to speak. It wasn't as if she had anything else to do besides daydream, which her parents deffineatly would have disaproved of for this particular moment. "Me too." she mumered the reply quietly. She turned her head fully to look at the girl and smiled in a way that always managed to have a somewhat dreamy quality to it. "I can't wait to see who my Match is."


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ZeroToHeroInNoTime

[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

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If only you could see the true me...

Age Appearance: Eighteen
Creation Date: September 6th

About two years ago, I woke up for the first time. I know that that's a strange way to put it for you humans, but that's the best way I could describe it; like I had been asleep for a very long time and then I opened my eyes and I was 'born'. If you want to get all technical about it, it was at that time that my creators had finished building my body and I was turned on for the first time. I woke up in a room, with the creators standing over me. The helped me up, asking questions and making notes on my answers before they sent me to go live with the other puppets.

Now, it became very obvious within my first week of existence that something had gone wrong. I overballenced on more than one occasion and often tripped when there was nothing there. Later, they realized that the mechanism that was supposed to give me ballance and stability was...wonky. Everyonce and awhile it would fail to work and it usually resulted in me falling over. Since fixing it was too difficult and my creators found my clumsiness particularly amusing, the deemed it not worth the effort to fix.




ZeroToHeroInNoTime

[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

Hey baby ωση'τ you ℓσσк my ωąү,
I can be your ηєω ąddicτiση
Hєү вąвү what you got to şąү,
ąℓℓ you're ԍιvιηԍ me is ƒιςτιση

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[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

I'd Like to Reserve
A Bride
With the Power(s) Of
Transformation
The Race I'm thinking of is
Sky Elf
And they will probably be around
22
I can post
Several times a week, usually two or three times. My posts are usually about five paragraphs, between 600 and 1000 words on average. Here are some Samples if you want to get a better idea.
And Just in Case
Nothing that I can think of at the moment.

[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

Step вąςк for ąℓℓ the world to şєє
Your ℓιƒє means all the world to мє
I'll τąкє your ρąιη and şuƒƒєяιηԍ
I'm şuςɦ a şuςкєя şσмєτιмєş

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The giant eagle stared at her with large, black eyes. Tamryn stared back, unblinking. The eagles were some of the keenest creatures, they could tell when you intended to decieve them, if you approached with a smile but had darker intentions. She knew that if she wanted to approach one, she had to clear the lies from her heart, let the eagle see that she meant it no harm, let it see her real intentions.

After a long moment, it let out a soft cry and went about cleaning it's feathers. A grin curled on her lips, and she approached the predator, running her fingers over the large feathers. The eagle, Koto, looked at her with interest and ran it's beak through her thick, chocolate curls. The sky elf smiled, rounding the bird and placing her hand on the nook where the wing met the body. In an obviously practiced move, she vaulted on to Koto's back, landing neatly on his back. He fluttered his wings and resettled himself as he got used to the new weight on his back.

"We shall miss you here, Tammy." her mother said from the ground, looking serenely up at her daughter. Maya Aiedail had never been one to worry about change. After three children, she knew her youngest daughter was bound to leave the nest at some point and she had prepared herself long ago for that. If she was worried, she did an excellent job of hidding it.

Tamryn smiled and inclined her head. "We'll meet again." she assured her with such confidence that the older woman couldn't help but smile.

With a soft click from Tamryn, Koto turned toward the edge, gripping the edge of the cliff with his strong claws. For a moment, she stared down the edge of the mountain, watched loose rock fall into the abyss and felt the chilly air sweep up into her face. Anyone else might have backed off, been too scared, but not Tamryn. This was a fear that she had eradicated a long time ago. Now all she felt when she looked was a thrill of excitement. "Fly!" she murmered to the great eagle and Koto let out an echo caw before gladly complying. She felt weightless for a moment before the two of them began to plummet towards the earth. Practice and instinct kept her head low against the bird, only raised high enough to watch over the predators shoulder. After what seemed like a too long moment, he stretched out his gigantic wings to catch the air. Tamryn let out a laugh as they came out of the dive in an elegent swoop. This was an irreplacable sensation and nothing in this world was quite like it.

She let herself enjoy the flight, since she assumed she would not be able to do this as often as she did now. But nothing lasted forever. Eventually, all things come to an end. Still, she wish her journey had lasted longer. After several hours of flying, she eventually came to the castle in which she was staying. She circled around, her hands tightening carefully in the feathers and making sure she didn't pull any out(Koto wouldn't like that all, he was quite a vain bird) as the eagle banked.

She decided that landing in the small courtyard would be best. Koto didn't like landing on the flat ground and as long as he was careful with his claws, he wouldn't destroy anything. "Easy, Koto." she reminded him as his wings worked a steady rythem as they descended. He landed gently on a low wall and he beat his wings to steady himself before tucking them in at his side. She jumped and landed nimbly on the courtyard floor, hardly making any noise with her grace. She stretched stiff muscles and brushed off her clothing, a simple, cream colored tunic and an amber traveling skirt with a simple gold design sewn at the edges that fell over breeches(well, she wasn't going to be flashing the world while she flew) and practical boots. Over all, this was a thick emerald cloak which she shed due to much warmer air of the ground.

Koto shuffled his wings, stretching his own soar muscles that came with hours of flying. "Thank you so much. You did a great job." she told him, scratching his feathers in a way she knew he liked. He cawed happily before glancing up sharply.

Tamryn followed his gaze and saw what had caught his eye. Another eagle was circling above and from it jumped a person. 'That's sucide.' she thought with alarm. Unless the eagle was going to circle around and catch him again, there was no way the person, a man from what she could see, would survive such a fall. It looked to be about a hundred feet. But, much to surprise, he did survive. At the last second, the air itself seemed to swoop up towards him, gentling his fall where he landed with no incident at all. That, combined with his obviously fine clothing, could only mean one thing. He must be one of the Princes.

Well, this sure was an interesting turn. She knew that she would have to meet the princes at some point, but she didnt think it would be as soon as she got there. She had assumed that she would be settling in first before any of that happened. She had obviously assumed wrong. The sky elf considered her options before she spoke. "Greetings, Your Highness." she said loud enough for him to hear as she bowed her head respectfully. Koto, being an eagle and having no inclination to show any respect unless he felt like it and just plain disliking strangers, cawed loudly at her side and flapped his huge wings. "Koto, be nice." she cooed at him, placing a hand on his side to calm him. The giant eagle fixed one of his liquid black eyes on her before settling down somewhat. She turned her amber gaze back at the prince. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Tamryn Aiedail."


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[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

Hi my name is ZeroToHeroInNoTime and I'm interested in joining Witch Hunt. I am a frequent poster and post two to three time(s) a week minimum. Here are some of my samples link. My character is named Autumn Mae Parker they are female and seventeen years old. They are a student. I'll be using this image link. I think they'll be kind, clever, and flexible as well as absentminded, over-forgiving, and lazy, but I won't be certain till I finish the profile. I understand I'll have one week to complete the profile or risk losing my spot. If you're applying for a teacher position, which one?

[ZeroToHeroInNoTime]

Yeah, I, I кησω it's ɦąя∂ to яємємвєя,
The pєσpℓє we used to вє...
It's єvєη ɦąя∂єя to pιςτuяє,
That you're ηστ ɦєяє next to мє.

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