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Genevieve Background Story

The mice rushed through the garden, leaping over the ripe tomatos , wriggling through the vines and leapt the cabbage heads crawling through the carrot sprouts. There was a large flower bed pinned against the white picket fence that stood tall around that yellow house.

The mice hop scotched across the cobblestone path to the blue bells that were scattered about the flower bed. The mice had scratched and pushed against the stems before the delicate ringing slipped through the air. Creating an orchestra around them, the wind sweeping the fallen petals off the cobblestone as the wind-chimes seeped a lovely song and the birds sang their lovely tune, it all combine creating a song for the faries.

It wasn't that much longer and the tulips tipped , the daisies popped and the roses bloomed faries slipped from the petals their iridescent wings fluttering on the wind as their small bodies had joined in a ring, the grass had seemed to brighten and mushrooms popped up for them to settle down on the squishy tops. One in particular had a crown and a staff.

The queen of the faries she settled on her mushroom throne and peered over the jittery crowd. " Ahem.. settle down settle down " her high pitched voice seemed to ring over the ears of the others and they had all calmed down.

Excitement ran through their sugar filled veins as they all knew what was to come. " Mr and Mrs. Waters" she spoke lightly , the two standing before the court. " You two are about to have your life changed , the mice heard the baby is to be born any second. Meaning your babe will be born any moment " bowing her head as her little crown had slipped slightly she giggled and pushed it back up to settle upon the long blonde locks.

With that the screams of horrid pain left the house, the woman inside was dripping pearls of dew giving birth to Genevieve Ann Waters as a new bud had sprouted within the fairy garden. The baby squealed with crys before there was silence.

Everyone had held their breath before the joyous sound of laughter left the open window and that laugh broke into millions of pieces. They had all collected in the bud that had just sprouted, the purple bud glowing like the sun , the fairy court had rushed to circle the flower as if they hadn't seen this happen dozens of times before.

There was instant chatter and as the glow died down the petals of that purple bloom peeled open and inside laid a baby fairy with long red curls and wet limp wings. Genevieve Ann Waters the fairy was just born her purple orbs peeling over to look at the crowd.

Growing up Genevieve was taught the fairy law, how to act what to say she was molded into fairy culture Vieve was now a woman and no matter how many times she reached the edge of the flower bed before she was drug back to the court.

" Genevieve Ann this will be the last time I tell you, you cannot leave the flower bed. " another court member stepped in " If you cannot learn your place young lady we will be forced to take your wings" Vieve almost gasped she had never been threatened with such a harsh threat.

Her now mature purple hues seeped to peirce the court member like she was slicing through their small body. Just about to belt out her opinion on the matter at hand though before she could the queen had stepped up and with a little wave of her finger it felt like Genevieve's voice was stuck in her throat.

Choking on the words she had grasped at her throat her purple gown fluttered in a fit as she had moved, starting to back away there was no way she would stay not with how the court ruled. No one saw the brainwashing as they all fell in line. Genevieve turned rushing through the stems and vines that were in her way it wasn't until there was a sharp pain in her back that a scream slipped from her small vocals there was a symbol burned into the middle of her back, at the nape of her neck between her shoulder blades.

It was like a curse that binded her wings within her back. Leaning on the stem she painted harshly before she rushed through she could feel the hot tears slipping down her milky skin, her body fighting and clawing as she finally reached the edge this time there was no looking back.

There was no thought she jumped expecting her wings to sprout but there was nothing the girl fell the small body crashing to the grass, everything was hazy before she had blinked harshly blacking out.

" Hey you girl! " the thick irish accent slipped through as a woman about the same age of Genevieve had rushed to her side. Vieve wasn't so small anymore but a woman the size of 5'4 , her head ached as she seemed to shift slowly opening her eyes she was started there was a human.

Yelping out she stiffened up sitting straight up as she scooted back then looked at herself as she squeaked once more. Genevieve's back was pressed to the picket fence her chest was pumping as the blood rushed through her veins she looked panicked.

Though she looked expensive and exotic her red curls draping down her back as she wore a flowy purple gown in her hair were the same flowers she was born out of. Staring back at the woman she finally nodded and stood up to her feet she had dusted herself off offering a hand to the woman " Hello, I am Genevieve... Genevieve Ann" she stopped , this woman was her baby.. the baby that birthed her with her laugh in the yellow house all grown up.

" Hey! My name is Genevieve Ann too!" the woman laughed but Vieve herself had started to look a little cold her eyes like daggers and her tone shifting she spoke to her. " I was never here and fairies.. they are real " with that Genevieve had brought her palm to her lips blowing into the center.

Fairy dust appeared , flying into the woman's face as she had fallen drowsy right after Genevieve caught the falling body, gently settling her to the grassy bed she had looked around. Thankfully it looked like no one else was home.

The fairy knew the land as the court discussed it with them all over and over again , slowly with wobbily legs she had made her way around the farm house to the stables where the horses were in their stalls.

Genevieve's eyes settled on the pure white stallion that whinnied as she spoke in fairy tongue the horse calmed and bowed his head before Vieve had slowly pulled him from his stall. Saddling the horse she had no idea what she was doing.

Working on pure adrenaline and whim she had climbed up onto the horse with flinging limbs. Grasping the reigns she spoke once more and the pair were off to start her journey.

Genevieve

๊•ฅ โ€ข ๐บ๐‘’๐‘›๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘–๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐ด๐‘›๐‘› ๐‘Š๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘  โ€ข ๊•ฅ


๊ง ๊ง‚๊ง ๊ง‚๊ง ๊ง‚๊ง ๊ง‚๊ง ๊ง‚

๊•ฅ โ€ข ๐“๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ โ€ข ๊•ฅ


The crisp rain sleeted down, beating on the window paynes of this small yellow house that sat upon the hill, lights were on all around as if the home was a night light shining off the monsters that lived in the dark.

The birds nestled deep into their nests to keep dry , the mice scurrying through the underbrush and the fox's running to their dens. Everyone and thing was trying to stay out of the rain. The trickle of the rain was a lullaby to some the way the drops had a rhythmic pattern though to the little girl that lived in that yellow house the rain brought her gloom and disparity.

" Ma , it's bucketing out der' " the little red haired daisy popped her head up to look back at her mother with a frown, who was carefully entering the room. Her stomach was a ripe melon , ready to burst at any moment. " Now , now my love' What is with that frown of yer's " she had a sweet smile on her ruby red lips.

Patting her thigh she had settled into her rocking chair next to the window " come girl , let me tell you a tail ". It certainly only took the small child mere moments to settle into her mothers lap. " When thee first wee baby laughed, for yee first time. The laugh broke into thousands of wee little pieces and they all went skippin' around, and that was the beginning of fairies. And now when every new babe is born it's first laugh becomes a fairy. "

When the mother had looked down at the child she had already falled asleep her little body like a doll baby she had smiled and placed a kiss to her forehead.

๊ง ๊ง‚๊ง ๊ง‚๊ง ๊ง‚๊ง ๊ง‚๊ง ๊ง‚

โ€ข × โ€ข
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" ๐–๐ž ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ก๐ž๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐Ÿ
๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ . "
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๊•ฅ : ๐…๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐š๐ฆ๐ž ~
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โ€ข Genevieve Ann Waters โ€ข
Every fairy is named after the baby who gave them life. They will forever have a bond, Vieve loves her name. Her fairy mother often called her Genevieve Ann when she was in trouble.

โ€ข Origins โ€ข
The name given to Genevieve is of Germanic or Celtic orgin. It may be from the Germanic name *Kenowefa ( Latinized as Genoveva ) meaning " Women of the race "

๊•ฅ : ๐€๐ ๐ž | ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐๐š๐ฒ ~
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โ€ข 20 | May 25th , 2000 โ€ข
Genevieve is 20 she celebrates her birthday every year though mostly with herself , it is the same day as her human so she makes sure to drink for the both of them.

๊•ฅ : ๐’๐ž๐ฑ | ๐†๐ž๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ ~
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โ€ข She, Her | Cis Female โ€ข
Genevieve is a woman, she had never felt like anything else. Fairy culture teaches you to love who you are and others for who they are. Though she has not met anyone else with different beliefs she certainly would support them.

โ€ข Sexuality โ€ข
Vieve is bisexual she is attracted to both male and females, both mentally and physically.

๊•ฅ : ๐€๐ง๐œ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ | ๐’๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ~
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โ€ข Irish | Fairy โ€ข
Genevieve was born a fairy , following the folklore of a new baby's first laugh dispersing and giving birth to a fairy in a nearby flower. Genevieve was born in Ireland and she is caucasian.


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" ๐Œ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐š ๐Ÿ๐š๐ข๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ "
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๊•ฅ : ๐‡๐š๐ข๐ซ ~
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โ€ข Long | Ginger โ€ข
Genevieve's long locks are wavy and often messy , waves of silky ginger that laid to her lower back. Almost if the oceans waves were blood. Vieve will brush her hair but most of the time she adorns the boho look. Sometimes she places the locks into braids or incorporates flowers. Though her tousled locks look as if they could feel like hay , they were soft, often alluring you to touch them further. If lost in a crowd she wouldnt be hard to find as her blazing head often would be a red flag in the heaps of normalized colored hair.

๊•ฅ : ๐„๐ฒ๐ž๐ฌ ~
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โ€ข Purple | Doe-like โ€ข
Genevieve's eyes are large and doe-like , the iris's hold a dashing purple hue , it is bright and piercing. Genevieve often looks like she is looking right through you and perhaps she is. Draping over her orbs are long redish eyelashes. Somehow her magnificent orbs settle right into her features.

๊•ฅ : ๐’๐ค๐ข๐ง ~
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โ€ข Milky Pale | Freckled โ€ข
Genevieve's skin looks delicate and soft, milky pale and decorated with millions of pin pricked freckles , all over her shoulders , arms , knees and elbows. Prominently scattered about her nose and cheeks are more dainty freckles.

๊•ฅ : ๐…๐ข๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž ~
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โ€ข 5'4 | Curvy โ€ข
The woman stands at a small stature , with large breasts and a torso that isnt too skinny but not too large. Child birthing hips , Vieve certainly was a woman. Though she caught many eyes Genevieve often turned them down for she wished to be seen and heard , most of who she has been with never really hear her.

๊•ฅ : ๐’๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ž ~
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โ€ข Elegant | Girly โ€ข
Genevieve often wears gowns, those of flowy or tight fitted nature. Being a free spirit she will sometimes go without shoes wearing jewelry on her feet instead. Looking the best isnt what she intends on doing everyday but somehow her outfits look elegant, showing off her body type in all the right places.

๊•ฅ : ๐€๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐š ~
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โ€ข Vanilla | Roses โ€ข
Genevieve's natural scent is enticing , one could get drunk off of the thick vanilla that her skin immitted only to be entangled in the fresh scent of roses. Her scent was pleasent to the ones who like to endulge.

๊•ฅ : ๐•๐จ๐ข๐œ๐ž ~
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โ€ข Sweet | Like Honey โ€ข
Genevieve's voice is soft and smooth, even if she has an irish accent her voice sounds like honey dripping from a comb. Her voice is comforting for broken souls.

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" ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐š๐ข๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐Ÿ๐ž๐œ๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐š๐ข๐ง'๐ญ ๐ก๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก
๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ž๐. ๐ˆ๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ฐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐š๐ญ
๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ. "
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๊•ฅ : ๐’๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐š๐ฅ ~
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โ€ข Fairy โ€ข
A mythical creature in the form of a human that has magical powers.

๊•ฅ : ๐€๐›๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ~
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โ€ข Powers โ€ข
Fairies have the ability to heal and shape shift along with super human abilities such as knowledge, durability and strength. Some of the more powerful abilities include mesmerization , the ability to seize your mind with eye contact and the change of tone or phrase. Photokinesis , the ability to project and control light and nature. Oneirokinesis, the ability to enter peoples dreams and converse with them. Along with illusion casting and telepathy.

๊•ฅ : ๐–๐ž๐š๐ค๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ ~
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โ€ข Weaknesses โ€ข
Fairies hate iron as it makes them nauseous and the scent is disgusting to them. They love cream , which like alcohol , intoxicates them. Poisonous bugs can cause serious illness or even death as they are so close with nature. Along with any natural death , fairies live a very very long life but can still die from old age and any normal attacks if not healed in time.

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" ๐’๐ก๐ž'๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ ๐ ๐ข๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ฅ๐ฌ, ๐ซ๐ข๐๐๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ
๐ก๐ž๐š๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐จ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ฒ. ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฏ๐ข๐ž๐ฐ
๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ ๐จ๐'๐ฌ ๐๐š๐ข๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ข๐ง. "
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๊•ฅ : ๐๐ก๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ฅ ๐‡๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ญ๐ก ~
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โ€ข Perfect โ€ข
Genevieve is a fairy their blood has a healing factor , it takes some time but she self heals or with the aid of herbs boosts the process.

๊•ฅ : ๐‹๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ž ~
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โ€ข Free Spirit โ€ข
Genevieve does what she wants when she wants. With the ability to sway humans anyway she wishes her life is pretty easy going. A traveler for the most part , Vieve dosnt stay in one place very long. Occasional drinking and smoking that natural herb on the daily this fairy has respect for nature.

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" ๐ˆ๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ฏ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐ฆ๐š๐ ๐ข๐œ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐  "
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๊•ฅ : ๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ ~
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โ€ข ISFP: The Artist โ€ข
The Artist personality type are reserved and easy going often found hanging out with a small group of friends or family. Needing time alone after to recharge after. They are very open minded and accepting. While the artist type can be light hearted and fun they are also quite intense. Being very in tune to the world around them. The artist can sense small changes in their immediate environment. They have a strong sense of their environment as they often notice small details that others might not have. Along with this they often develop " gut feelings " about situations. The artist is a doer rather than a dreamer and often focus on the here and now rather than worrying about the future.

๊•ฅ : ๐€๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐’๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ~
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โ€ข Neutral Good โ€ข
A neutral good character does the best that a good person can do. They desire good without bias for or against order. They do good for goodness's sake, rather than being directed by law or by whim. Such characters would abide the law or break it when they felt it would serve a greater good. They are not bound to any particular social system or order.

๊•ฅ : ๐†๐จ๐จ๐ ๐“๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ~
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โ€ข Honest | Whimsical โ€ข
Genevieve is very honest , she tells you how she feels and what she thinks. Vieve never lies as she dosnt see the point in it. Genevieve is playfully quaint, attractively unusual or old-fashioned.

๊•ฅ : ๐๐š๐ ๐“๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ~
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โ€ข Blunt | Emotional โ€ข
With honesty comes direct or sometimes accidently rude as Genevieve can speak without holding her tongue sometimes. If feeling are intense than she can and will openly display them, trying her best to not make a scene she most certainly will if needed.

๊•ฅ : ๐‡๐š๐›๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ~
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โ€ข Picking at things | Peeling dead skin off of lip โ€ข
When Genevieve is nervous she will pick at things especially the skin on her thumb , when bored she peels the dead skin off her lips with either her teeth or fingers. Often not realising she is doing so.

๊•ฅ : ๐๐ž๐ญ ๐๐ž๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ~
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โ€ข Being underestimated โ€ข
Genevieve has a somewhat frail appearance which causes people to underestimate her strength both mentally and physically. When underestimated she tends to get angry and show people that shes not some little girl.

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" ๐€๐ง๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐š๐ง ๐œ๐š๐ง ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐š ๐Ÿ๐š๐ข๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐ "
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๊•ฅ : ๐‚๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž ~
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โ€ข Fairy Culture โ€ข
A fairy is taught right and wrong from the elders in fairy land while they are still young. Once old enough to go into the human world they have to learn the laws and way of life choosing to follow them or not.

๊•ฅ : ๐๐ซ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž ~
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โ€ข Biromantic | Bisexual โ€ข
Genevieve is open to both genders , male or female as she sees both as beautiful creatures. Personality is also key in her perfered mate. Vieve also needs to have a physical attraction to the partner.

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โ€ข Tall | Intimidating โ€ข
Genevieve enjoys partners sho are taller than she is , anyone that looks like they are the boss shes drawn to but just for the challenge plus the two would look like a odd pair.

๊•ฅ : ๐“๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง ๐Ž๐ง๐ฌ ~
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โ€ข Genuine Feelings | Affection โ€ข
Genevieve enjoys getting under the skin and past the walls if you sit and have a genuine conversation with her she will get more comfortable with you. Affection is a big one she really enjoys physical skin to skin contact.

๊•ฅ : ๐“๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง ๐Ž๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ฌ ~
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โ€ข Demanding | Snobby โ€ข
Genevieve dosnt like to be ordered around or demanded of something she will turn her nose right up and walk away along with anyone who is snobby because they have the money to be.

๊•ฅ : ๐…๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ~
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โ€ข Butterfly nets | Posionous Bugs โ€ข
Genevieve when she is in her tiny form can be caught inna butterfly net where she cannot use her powers she would feel helpless and small. Posionous bugs can cause servere harm or even death if she is bitten in her small form.

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" ๐–๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž. ๐–๐ž ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐›๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ ๐จ๐จ๐, ๐š๐ญ
๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ž ๐ง๐จ๐ซ๐ฆ๐š๐ฅ. "
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โ€ข Fairy Magic | Telling stories โ€ข
Genevieve has magical abilities but she makes it a point to show in the world at least to children that is.. the saying gods when a child says they dont believe in fairies some where in the world one drops dead. So she makes it a mission to share it when she can weather it be with her powers or by telling stories.

๊•ฅ : ๐Ž๐œ๐œ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ~
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N/A


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Blue Stone Falls


๊•ฅ : ๐‚๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐š๐ง๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ~
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N\A


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โ€ข Eirene Ann Waters | Dead โ€ข
โ€ข John Matthew Waters | Dead โ€ข
Genevieve was nurtured by her fairy parents until it was time for her to grow up and live a life of her own. Almost the whole fairy community where she was from was related. They were there for each other but the busy buzz was too much for her so she left, perhaps it wasnt the best choice because the humans started to forget and the little daisy who believed had moved out.

Theodora ( Werewolf )

~ Fu๐š•๐š• ๐š—๐šŠ๐š–๐šŽ ~
Theodora Ann Lunar

The pale moonlight scattered over the forest foliage, landing on a smaller statured girl. Casting a illuminated glow to the scared back as she stood before her father. Theo's blood covered lips had quivered, was it her father's wrath? Or merely his lost love for he wished for a boy. " Breath.." her ears heard her mothers words and the girl swallowed in the musty air like it was her last breath.

Theodora
Nickname: Theo

โ€” Origins: The name given to Theodora is a feminine given name, the feminine version of Theodore, which derives from the Greek words ฮธฮตฯŒฯ‚, theos, "god" and ฮดแฟถฯฮฟฮฝ, doron, "gift". ... In Eritrea, Tedora means gift of God( Hiyab Amilak).

Age ~ Unknown || 5/1 || Taurus

Gender~Female || she, her

Sexuality ~ Bisexual

Species ~ Human || Magical
โ€” Magical ~ Werewolf

Claws and Fangs ~ Werewolves have powerful claws and are able to cut through solid walls. Their fangs can tear human flesh and can rip out a human heart right out of their chest cavity.

Supernatural Strength ~ A werewolf's strength is much greater than a human. They can easily overpower humans and can rip flesh and bones with amazing force, their strength is notable even for monsters, as they have been observed as being able to smash stone with their bare hands. Even while in human form, werewolves have incredible strength. All werewolves seem to have a similar level of strength, however a possible exception to this would be the Alpha Werewolf, as Alphas are naturally stronger than their descendants.

Regeneration ~ Werewolves can regenerate all non-lethal damage, purebloods are even able to completely heal their original bites. Werewolves can even heal damage that would be fatal to humans such as injuries from a car wreck. Even if they are turned into a werewolf after suffering such an injury, they can heal.

Super Speed ~ A werewolf can move very fast;they are able to move from place to place in seconds.

Super Stamina ~ Werewolves do not tire easily.

Super Senses ~ All werewolves are able to see better than humans in darkness, similar to actual wolves, their sense of smell and hearing is equally enhanced.

Enhanced Agility ~ Their agility is greater than humans, often allowing them to perform incredible jumps and sprints easily.

Shapeshifting ~  the ability to completely change one's body from one form to another.

Nationality ~ || American
Languages ~ || English
Dominant hand ~ || Right

Childhood

The thin fabric seemed to muffle the screams that came from within, inside held the a morbid sight. The pale figure was coated in a crimson liquid from her pelvis to her thighs dripping down off the cotton bed she laid in, her skin covered in pearl like sweat drops that glistened under the moonlight that shown in from the open curtain. " Push Darleen, push " a short, black haired woman had coaxed the child birthing lady. Her hands wrapping around the darling babe's blood smothern head as she helpped to guide it out. A large brooding man had simply paced outside the tent, a thumb pressed to his chin as he thought of the two possibilities. Being the alpha of the pack was already a weight on his shoulders but now there was a decision to be made. As the babe was finally pulled from the womb, there was no cry.. the mother had popped her head up to look at the blue child. Had it suffocated? Setting the baby onto a flat surface the woman had started to pump its chest, dipping her finger into the child's mouth to clear out the airways. After a moment of pumping and forcing air down into the child's nose and mouth, it suddenly started to move. The limbs moving and a screetching cry coming from it's lips. The mother seemed to breathe a breath of relief though her worried brown orbs had scanned the childs surface. Both of the women knew that the babe needed to be.. and with shaky hands the woman opened the child's legs and you could see it in her facial features. Shaking her head no, Darleen had started to sob.. " please bring her to me" and her demand was granted as she held the screaming child hushing her as she had bounced and coddled the babe. The woman stood across the tent watching them with soft eyes but she knew the man outside wouldn't.. allow it. The alpha must take care of the pack and what the pack needed was another male. A boy that will once take his place as Alpha in the pack. Though that dream was shattered when he popped his head in to see the woman cottling a little baby girl. A low grumbling growl slipped out of his lips as he looked over them, quick movements had carried him to Darleen's bedside. " Hand it over Darleen" he stated quite coldly. Her orbs had flicked up to him as she shook her head wretching sobs leaving her lips as she would cling to the babe. " No.. no! You can't take her!" The man had wretched the newborn from the mothers arms his golden hues draping the child with hatred as he then started his way out of the tent, he shifted holding the babe in his mouth by the neck. Darleen had struggled to get out of the bed, her legs weak and blood dripped out of her she had shifted screaming after him. Begging him to bring her back, the woman had started after him wobbily and hardly standing she had caught up as she snapped at his ankles and rear. The male wolf had let out a growl, carrying the babe who had started crying her eyes barley opening as her hands were grasping for things around her. The mother had whipped up in front of him, growling as she snapped at him again. The man seemed to stop, looking at his bloodied wife it was like something had clicked, setting the baby down into the forest foliage as he scuffed. Nudging it over to her he shifted back " Keep the runt, but you will produce until we have a son" .

Teenage years

Sunlight casted over the forest foliage, seeping into the young woman's tricolored coat, the redish browns, wites and tans were a beautiful combination. Though what was about to happen was not beautiful at all, for this was the task of becoming Alpha. Across from the small dirt like arena was a large black wolf he was the challanger and here stood the small girl she had small scars that seeped into her back, arms and legs. This was caused from years of fighting for the alpha spot by no decision of her own. Her father the current alpha had forced her to fight for her spot in the pack. Every challenger for the spot would have to fight her to the death.. and she has always came up on top. Darleen didn't aggree with the battles but after having her daughter the woman had became barren. Not able to produce any more children this was the only way she was able to keep her daughter for if she didn't battle her father would end her life. Standing in the middle of the large wolves was her father a brooding man of strong features. He had looked between the two of them and her mother stood to the side whispering a small prayer " God please spare my daughter Theodora as she will cast light upon those around her " with that she had kissed a small cross that hung around her neck and stepped back. Joined by her husband the man was silent he knew all too well his wife did not approve of throwing her daughter to the wolves but this was the only way. For his concept is that if she can survive than she could possibly take the alpha place but if she dose not then the male will be forced to battle the winning male for Aplha-ship and he most certainly will honor his daughters death. For no one knows but he hold great pride in each of her victorys. Theo's orbs slipped over the wolf across from her studying his figure his stature, and stance. Most males who join the pack often underestermate her by how small she is in her human form. Though the scars she holds on her black and blue coated pale skin tells the opposite. As the large blac wolf charged towards her the girl had shifted her wolf form was alot larger , though she was a female so she was a bit smaller than the male. When he went to snap at her front leg she had reared up , his mouth connected to her back leg, he snapped and yanked. The girl yelped before turning her head her razor sharp teeth penitrating the shoulderblade as she would start to rip the flesh yanking her head back and forth as they were yanking one another like rag dolls in the dirt. Blood splattered and snarling could be heard from a mile away. Anyone who had the stomach to watch was sick in the head but it often drew the attention of the whole pack. After a while of the two snapping and ripping flesh they were getting tired , the male had a limp and Theo was bleeding harshly from a wound on her back. Though her pupils were tiny slits and at this point she was out for blood. The wolf had charged the male ducking her head down she had charged him into a tree trunk which knocked the air from his lungs his body lay on the forest floor as he scraped at the dirt whimpering and whining. Theo seemed to hold no mercy and with a vicious bit she had clung to the male's neck whipping it back and forth untill crackling could be heard and then a fresh rip of flesh she had ripped out the male's neck. Bloody and beated the female dropped the large chunk of flesh and drug herself out of the dirt area, shoving past her father was a deep growl. Her mother was sobbing into her hands she wished things were different.

Current Life

There were no more competitors.. Theo had taken them all and at this point the alpha was throwing pack members at her from left to right the poor girl he starved her to try and weaken her body. Even then she still won, it was some sort of fire inside of her that just would not die down. There was only one thing left to do, it was a quite summer day as theo was in the dirt her paws dug deeply into the earth's crust as she waited for her opponite. To her surprise.. her father steped into the dirt, his form shifting as he bared his teeth. This was the battle of the ages, the one her father was training her for..it was only to her dismay that she had some sort of feeling, she didn't want to fight him. Even after what he had put her through all these years the grey of his muzzle couls tell his old age but when he charged after her and attacked his teeth to her back she had let him her body was thrown around a bit she was trying to remain.. civil she didn't want to hurt him as she turned her back and tried to walk off. Other wolves were joining the circle blocking the passage out. Theo was then attached from the back as he drug his claws across her back and she had whipped around to slash him across the face with her own claws. A growl coming from her, her mind was becoming foggy as she was going to lose her temper. The man snarled at her and then clamped onto her shoulder, Theo couldn't hold back anymore she knew her father would kill her if she didn't kill him first. The girl had dug her teeth into his leg as she whipped her head back and forth releasing she then went for his back as they wrestled, snapped and tore flesh the battle was long and harsh as the snarles and snapps filled the airs. The others watched with anticipation but it was when Theo had over thrown her father and clamped down onto his neck she started to roughly fling her head back and forth, his whimpers and whines filling the airs and then her mothers screams. Theodora couldn't do it and she released his neck... he was bleeding profusely. The young woman had taken off, her paws taking her deep into the forest as she left a blood trail. The girl hadn't stopped running until she physcially couldn't move, her running had taken her all the way across the world where she finally settled down in a den, never leaving the forest as she started to heal up she tried to forget about her past but most of the time her nightmares bring everthing back, every night. When ever she looks at her reflection she sees a blood thirsty killer.

General description ~
โ€” Theo is very quiet but will be outspoken when needed to be. Unfortunately she is also quick to temper. Theo also does not trust to easily. Theo will never go out of her way to be nice to someone as her life has held many hardships and she has a weird concept of love considering her father holds no concern for her and made her fight for her life at all times.

โ€” Theo's pet peeves would have to be when people think she is weak or helpless because she is a young female. Also when people walk really slow in front of her. Habits would have to be biting her lower lip and fiddling with objects.
A fear of Theo's would have to be being abandoned because of her temper. Theo does not truly understand the word love. This does not mean she is turned off to the idea.

Good traits ~ Blunt || curious || strong
โ€” one // This trait could easily be a bad trait as well, as Theo will always think or say what is on her mind or how she feels about a subject. They are probably the only one who thinks of it as a good trait seeing that it often hurts people's feelings.
โ€” two // Theo living in the woods had caused her to be very interested in things that aren't normal to her day to day lifestyle.
โ€” three// Theo had lived a long life of being battered and bruised but always seemed to come out of it alive. This has given her a strength mentally and physically she can overcome hard situations

Bad traits ~ Ill Tempered || Unforgiving || Blunt โ€” one // Theo being the alpha's daughter had gotten his personality and she has simply grown bitter from how she was treated growing up.
โ€” two // Her father has instilled in her brain that people never change so if you do something she most likely will take a while to forgive you depending on how bad it is.
โ€” three // Theo will tell you exactly how it is.

Best quality ~ Eyes โ€” Theo holds a brownish green hue that is often very startling if you see them in the sunlight. Theo dosnt mind them as she prefers the colors.

Worst quality ~ Hair โ€” Theo dose not care much about her natural appearance as her hair is often in waves , representing the brown chestnut acorns that seem to scatter the forest floors.

Hobbies ~ Hunting || swimming || exploring

Habits/quirks ~ fiddling with objects|| biting her lip || picking at items.

Theo is the small stature of 5'4 her body is lean and lanky her hair is chestnut brown and long to about the middle of her back thick and full, making it difficult to maintain so often it is in messy waves. Sometimes she will put her hair into braids depending on how she feels. Theo does not wear makeup, her skin is pale and her nose and cheeks hold the color pink she often looks like she is blushing but it is just natural color. Theo has large doe like eyes, golden brown, averagely set on her face as they are coated with long brown eyelashes. Her eyebrows a warm brown, like her hair as they are of normal thickness. Upon inspection you could see the small pin pricked freckles that caressed her shoulders and knees. Her fingers were long and nimble. Her posture was slouchy and relaxed from learned habits.

Theo normally wears jeans and hoodies can sometimes be found in shorts and t-shirts but most of her clothing is dirty or blood stained.

Theo is mentally unstable as her powers grow from within she gets stronger. Her physical health on the other hand is weary she often does not eat when she feels like she has done wrong a learned habit from her childhood. Though with her powers she has no trouble lifting objects anything from the weight of a feather to basically any weight. Her werewolf background also make her much faster than anyone on foot. Specializing in herbal healing she hardly ever gets sick. Theo eats slot of herbs and berries though she will meats depending on what is available. Sleeping is something she needs a decent amount of if she goes for too long she can easily become mentally unstable.

Cowgirl

~ Fu๐š•๐š• ๐š—๐šŠ๐š–๐šŽ ~
Undisclosed

The sun caressed her skin bathing her in it's embrace. The beautiful buckskin beast that stood before her whinnied, shaking his midnight mane out. Running her hand down the horses neck a man had approached her little camp, a gun loaded and pointed.

" What's your name, little lady?"

Her emerald orbs scattered the ground, finding a small patch of yellow flowers, weeds. The woman turned to face the man hearing the soft click of the hammer being pulled back.

" Dandelion, and you're a dead man."


Dandelion

โ€” Origins: Flower name, from French , which means "lion's tooth".

Age ~ 17-21 || 12-21|| Sagittarius

Gender ~Female || she, her

Sexuality ~ Bisexual

Species ~ Human || Cowgirl

Nationality ~ || American

Languages ~ || English

Dominant hand ~ || Right


" Her Daddy bought her, her first horse. Taught her to ride, she climbed high in that saddle. Fell I don't know how many times. Taught her a lession she learned maybe a little too well.
Cowgirls don't cry. "

Her mother stood there beyond the dirt grave , her hand clasped on another maidens , " she won't stop untill she's found the man who killed her father " inhaling she'd shake her worn face, wrinkles creaveses deep.

~ Childhood ~

Sunlight escaping through the tiny tatters of the worn out cloth , the rays hit her brown floor boards if looking hard enough you could see the dust partials dancing in the light. A milky white hand lay over the edge of the cot , her fingers twitching as her chest rises and falls. Only awaking to the screaming of the barn hard rooster. A soft muffled groan left her pink lips as she peeled her eyelids open. her head ached from being up so late. Her eyes switched to look at the ceiling as she just laid there almost like a lifeless doll.

Finally she decided to sit up her hair messy as it laid around her face. Lifting her balled up fist she rubbed the crust from the corner of her eyes. She seemed to sigh as she slowly pulled her body out of the bed. There was a knock at the door her head was already thudding. Slowly opening her bedroom door she peeked her head out " Hmm.. yes ?" she called softly knowing it was her mother she could semm the fresh eggs from the hall. Slowly trudging to the kitchen she wore cowboy boots, a decorated button up tucked into some blue jeans. The young girl no older than maybe ten.

Stepping into the kitchen her mother was standing at the sink her old baby blue gown draped down her figure tied at the waist was an apron. Settled on the table near her seat was a larger box. Frowning the yongin' crinkles up her nose taking a seat. " what's this?" Her mother sniffles and shook her head she was of course happy but wished her daughter would partake in womanly things instead , inside the box was a halter. Her daddy was outside holding a horse by the reins.

Taking the box she would wiggle the lid open , her chest pumped as she saw the contents grasping it and rushing out the door, her mother watched from inside the house, the girl was practically stumbling as she found her dad outside a large horse next to him. " Pa!"


General description ~

โ€” Dandelion is outspoken, you would be lucky to even get a few words from your mouth as she does not take bull crap and can smell it from a mile away. Dandeliom would never go out of her way to be nice to someone as her life was full of punishments and consequences. Her arrogance lets her become a bit cocky at times as she knows what happens or can easily pull a gun. If you do happen to get yourself into her circle of trust she will be open with you and take much care not to hurt your feelings for her father was a compassionate man.

Danelion's pet peeves would have to be when people think she is weak or helpless because she is a woman. Also when people ask to ride her horse. Habits would have to be biting her lower lip and biting people's heads off before she gets to know them. A fear of Dandeliom's would have to be failing to find her father's killer, or her mother being killed.

Dandelion has never had a true love for she didn't even truly get to experience love yet. This does not mean she is turned off to the idea.

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Good traits ~ Blunt || || Listener || Reserved
โ€” one // This trait could easily be a bad trait as well, as Dandelion will always think or say what is on her mind or how she feels about a subject. They are probably the only one who thinks of it as a good trait seeing that it often hurts people's feelings.
โ€” two // Dandelion is quiet when it's needed and can really sit and listen to others this helps her get information from others without having to ask for it herself.
โ€” three // Dandelion often keeps to herself and is very calm, relaxed when she needs to be.

Bad traits :: Impatient || Important|| Unforgiving || Blunt
โ€” one // when it is slow moving she gets to be a bit Impatient.
โ€” two // Dandelion was raised by a prideful man which she took most of his genes, makes her feel entitled and invencible like no one could harm her.
โ€” three // Her mother has instilled in her brain that people never change so if you do something she most likely will take a while to forgive you depending on how bad it is.

โ€” four // Dandelion will tell you exactly how it is.

Best quality ~ Hands
โ€” Dandelion is one of the best gun slingers you will ever lay your hands on, especially being a woman.

Worst quality ~ Hair
โ€” Dandelion never enjoyed upkeep, of course she would bathe but her hair was normally less important , placed in a braid or just messily spilling from under her hat.

Hobbies ~ Shooting || Riding || exploring

Habits/quirks ~ fiddling with objects|| biting her lip || picking at items.


Dandelion is the small stature of 5'4 her body is lean and broad, her hair is a dirty blonde and long to about the middle of her back thick and full, making it difficult to maintain so often it is in messy waves. Sometimes she will put her hair into braids depending on how she feels. Dandelion does not wear makeup. Her skin is pale and her nose and cheeks hold pin pricked freckles. Dandelion has large doe like eyes, emerald green, averagely set on her face as they are coated with long darker blonde eyelashes. Her eyebrows a deep blonde , like her hair as they are of normal thickness. Upon inspection you could see the small pin pricked freckles that caressed her shoulders and knees. Her fingers were long and nimble. Her posture was slumped and ridged from learned habits.

Dandelion normally wears a blouse and trousers, Most of their clothes are monochromatic, and the brown and cream scale. Dandelion often would wear a cowboy hat and holster that held great emotional significance.


Dandelion is mentally unstable with herself as her need to know deteriates any friendships she comes along. Her physical health on the other hand is decemt she often eats, hunting small game when she's on the road and buying from markets in town. Her riding skills also make her much faster than anyone on foot. Sleeping is something she needs a decent amount of if she goes for too long she can easily become mentally unstable, getting irritable and simply angry easier.


Mother ~ 48 || status ~ Alive
โ€” April West
โ€” physical description // April held deep set blue eyes as she had long blonde hair and a pale complexion.
โ€” personality // April was very strict in rules and held a strong bias about her daughter acting more like a woman. Very meek and quiet.
โ€” relationship // April was a very caring mother she was the typical house wife who followed orders from the man of the house which often caused her to butt heads with her wild spirited tomboy daughter.

Father :: 49|| status ~ Dead
โ€” Sam West
โ€” physical description // Sam had strong sharp features and dark brown hair with pale green eyes.
โ€” personality // demanded respect, very stubborn and was followed by many.
โ€” relationship // Was caring for her as a child, she was his little princess that liked the dirt.

Opal Tides

~ Fu๐š•๐š• ๐š—๐šŠ๐š–๐šŽ ~
Opal Tides


The sun caressed her skin bathing her in it's embrace as her lip quivered. " The heat you feel is red.." her ears heard the words as her paled skin tilted further into the light.



Opal Tides

โ€” Origins: The name given to opal was derived from the ancient Greek and Latin languages. The Greek Opallios and Latin Opalus, which both mean โ€œto perceive a color change".

Age ~ 17-21 || 12-21|| Sagittarius

Gender ~Female || she, her

Sexuality ~ Bisexual

Species ~ Human || Magical
โ€” magical ~ Psychic

Apporation ~The ability to undergo materialization, disappearance or teleportation of an object.

Astral projections or mental projections  ~The ability to voluntarily project the astral body (consciousness) , being associated with the out - of - body experience in which the astral body is felt to temporarily separate from the physical body.

Automatic writing ~The ability to draw or write without conscious intent.

Divination ~ The ability to gain insight into a situation using occult means.

Dowsing โ€“ The ability to locate water, sometimes using a tool called a dowsing rods.

Energy medicineโ€“ The ability to heal with one's own empathic etheric, astral, mental or spiritual energy.

Levitation or transvection โ€“ The ability to float or fly by mystical means.

Mediumship or channeling โ€“ The ability to communicate with spirits.

Precognition or premonition โ€“ The ability to perceive future events.

Psychic surgery ~The ability to remove disease or disorder within or over the body tissue via an "energetic" incision that heals immediately afterwards.

Psychokinesis or telekinesis โ€“ The ability to manipulate objects by the mind.

Psychometry or psychoscopy โ€“ The ability to obtain information about a person or an object by touch.

Remote viewing, telesthesia or remote sensing โ€“ The ability to see a distant or unseen target using extrasensory perception.

Retrocognition or postcognition โ€“ The ability to supernaturally perceive past events.

Telepathy โ€“ The ability to transmit or receive thoughts supernaturally.

Nationality ~ || American

Languages ~ || English

Dominant hand ~ || Right


Horrid screams seemed to filter through the fabric tent, the woman was adorn in jewelery, long elegant robes and crystals that seemed to jingle with each and every jerk. A maid had grasped her hand and tried to hush the lady as her paled skin was dewy with beads of pearls. Her legs were spread as wide as they could possibly go as she would pant heavily within the count of three there was another push. The maiden would dab at her skin with a wet cloth. Three hours in labor and the child had finally slipped from it's mother's womb. Holding the babe , the elder stood a frown creasing her already worn face slowly she would take the babe and lay it in the mother's arms. To her disgust the babe held milky white eyes, she was blind. The mother looked at the child in distaste and with haste shoved it off into the maidens arms. " Take this beast far away and tell the public the babe was born still". The maiden new not what to do as she rushed out of the tent with the naked babe in hand she couldn't just..get rid of the child though that was the Queen's orders. The maiden ran into the castle and was almost out the doors before the king had stopped her, his word over-rule the woman's as he ordered her to him. The maiden seemed to linger for. A moment before bringing the babe to his sight and telling him what the Queen's wishes were. Though she was his wife and he loved her dearly the babe was still his and he ordered for her to stay. The child would soon get bigger, though stumbling and being clumsy the mother would not nurture her instead had the maid. This maid would be special though she held the power of being a psychic and she could feel the same power in the babe. The queen allowed the child to only be in her sight if she wore a blindfold around her eyes. For she found this disgusting. Opal named by the maid had to go through courses with her mother where if she didn't properly exicute the objective she would be punished with the slap from a ruler or simply being starved. Blindness had not helped the child though after years of punishment she would learn where things would be laid by the sound and her powers slowly began to grow she could... Feel things. Move things though one day the child's father found her moving objects with nothing but her mind and ordered her away. Afraid of what she could do she spent her teenage years with an elderly couple that night she left would have been the last time she say the maiden who shoveled an amethyst crystal necklace into her hand.



General description ~

โ€” Opal is quiet, as she does not trust to easily. Opal would never go out of her way to be nice to someone as her life was full of punishments and consequences. Her powers let her become a bit cocky at times as she knows what happens or can easily find out someone's weak spots. If you do happen to get yourself into her circle of trust she will be open with you and take much care not to hurt your feelings for the maiden whom took care of her had felt compassion for her.

Opal's pet peeves would have to be when people think she is weak or helpless because she cannot see. Also when people ask to see her eyes or mess/ touch her blindfold. Habits would have to be biting her lower lip and having perfect posture. A fear of Opal's would have to be small spaces though she cannot see she can feel and her mother used to stuff her in a chest when she disliked how she looked or acted. This fear is very bad she will break down and have a panic attack.

Opal has never had a true love for she didn't even truly understand the word love. This does not mean she is turned off to the idea.


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Good traits ~ Blunt || Empathetic || Listener || Quiet

โ€” One ~ This trait could easily be a bad trait as well, as Opal will always think or say what is on her mind or how she feels about a subject. They are probably the only one who thinks of it as a good trait seeing that it often hurts people's feelings. describe this trait further.
โ€” Two ~ Opal can often pick up on how other people are feeling this trait is a good trait seeing that she can adapt to the mood without needing to see the person.
โ€” Three ~ Opal is quiet by nature and can really sit and listen to others this helps her get information from others without having to ask for it herself.
โ€” Four ~ Opal often keeps to herself and barley speaks so this keeps her out of alot of trouble.

Bad traits :: Impatient || Important|| Unforgiving || Blunt

โ€” One ~ Opal having powers is used to thinks being or happening with a click of a button though when it is slow moving she gets to be a bit Impatient.
โ€” Two ~ Opal can percieve the future and tell the past that makes her feel entitled and invencible like no one could harm her.
โ€” Three ~ Her mother has instilled in her brain that people never change so if you do something she most likely will take a while to forgive you depending on how bad it is.
โ€” Four ~ Opal will tell you exactly how it is.

Best quality ~ Eyes
โ€” Though her milky orbs seem like. A burden to her they are beautiful and can show you your future in their reflections.

Worst quality ~ Eyes
โ€” Opal never enjoyed her eyes because of her mother's actions and words always making her wear a blindfold she will have a panic attack if she didn't wear it.

Hobbies ~
Writing || visions|| exploring

Habits/quirks ~
FIddling with objects|| biting her lip || picking at items.



Opal is the small stature of 5'4 her body is lean and lanky her hair is snow white and long to about the middle of her back thick and full, making it difficult to maintain so often it is in messy waves. Sometimes she will put her hair into braids depending on how she feels. Opal does not wear makeup considering she wears a blindfold that covers her eyes. Her skin is pale and her nose and cheeks hold pin pricked freckles. Under her blindfold Opal has large doe like eyes, milky grey, averagely set on her face as they are coated with long white eyelashes. Her eyebrows a whitish blonde, like her hair as they are of normal thickness. Upon inspection you could see the small pin pricked freckles that caressed her shoulders and knees. Her fingers were long and nimble. Her posture was strict and proper from learned habits.

Opal normally wears long flowy clothes, but can range to wearing robes and a cowl to shorts and a t-shirt in modern times. Most of their clothes are monochromatic, and the grey scale. Opal often would wear a headdress and multiple rings on her fingers always carrying a necklace that has an amethyst crystal on the end that holds a lot of emotional significants.



Opal is mentally at peace with herself as her powers grow from within she gets stronger. Her physical health on the other hand is weary she often does not eat when she feels like she has done wrong a learned habit from her childhood. Though with her powers she has no trouble lifting objects anything from the weight of a feather to basically any weight. Her teleporting skills also make her much faster than anyone on foot. Specializing in herbal and energetic healing she hardly ever gets sick. Opal eats slot of herbs and berries though she will eat bread and meats depending on what is available she didn't eat much. Sleeping is something she needs a decent amount of if she goes for too long she can easily become mentally unstable hearing voices and so on.


Apporation ~The ability to undergo materialization, disappearance or teleportation of an object.

Astral projections or mental projections  ~The ability to voluntarily project the astral body (consciousness) , being associated with the out - of - body experience in which the astral body is felt to temporarily separate from the physical body.

Automatic writing ~The ability to draw or write without conscious intent.

Divination ~ The ability to gain insight into a situation using occult means.

Dowsing โ€“ The ability to locate water, sometimes using a tool called a dowsing rods.

Energy medicineโ€“ The ability to heal with one's own empathic etheric, astral, mental or spiritual energy.

Levitation or transvection โ€“ The ability to float or fly by mystical means.

Mediumship or channeling โ€“ The ability to communicate with spirits.

Precognition or premonition โ€“ The ability to perceive future events.

Psychic surgery ~The ability to remove disease or disorder within or over the body tissue via an "energetic" incision that heals immediately afterwards.

Psychokinesis or telekinesis โ€“ The ability to manipulate objects by the mind.

Psychometry or psychoscopy โ€“ The ability to obtain information about a person or an object by touch.

Remote viewing, telesthesia or remote sensing โ€“ The ability to see a distant or unseen target using extrasensory perception.

Retrocognition or postcognition โ€“ The ability to supernaturally perceive past events.

Telepathy โ€“ The ability to transmit or receive thoughts supernaturally.


Mother :: 48 || Alive
โ€” Penelope Tides
โ€” Physical Description // Penelope held deep set blue eyes as she had long midnight black hair and a pale complexion.
โ€” Personality // Penelope was very strict in rules and held a strong bias about having fun. Very outspoken and harsh.
โ€” Relationship // Penelope hated Opal from birth she wanted her gone as soon as she laid eyes on the poor child as she got older she tortured her and taught her how to act like a proper lady , her mother is not in her life currently.

Father :: 49|| Alive
โ€” Tobias Tides
โ€” Physical Description // tobias had strong sharp features and dark broke hair with dark brown eyes.
โ€” Personality ~ leader by heart, passive and only placed rules when demanded.
โ€” Relationship ~ was caring for her as a child when when he found her magical nature it scares him and he sent her off.

Maiden :: 85 || Alive
โ€” Odelia Barnic ~
โ€” Physical Description ~ her soft face is worn with wrinkles though her orbs were green and cleaning her hair white as it framed her face.
โ€” Personality ~ wise and compassionate.
โ€” Relationship ~ took care of her as a child and gave her a mother's nature, helped her find her own inner psychic.

Ode to Hand Sanitizer

And you kissed my hands
With burning passion.
Leaving my scratches and scars,aching.
Your thick prerogative
Would coat my skin, with malice intent.

The intoxicating wave of chemicals
Tend to burn my eyes,
Causing salty lakes to drip
Down my milky cheeks.

Plaguing me with your scent.
Causing my skin to turn from milk to strawberry syrup, ripe with a burning red aura.

Though your intent is good,
So good.
Cleaning me as if I was a child to your hip.
A mother's embrace to take away, bad things.
With bad things, you make me feel strangled.
Scratching until blood drips from my palms,
You still sneak in to lick the wounds.
Your saliva coated in salt.

Sparrow Linette

Work in progress ~

Salvador Dali

Salvador Felipe Jacinto Daliโ€™ Y Domenech

Salvador Dali is a world-renown surrealist painter and dabbled in many aspects of artmaking. Dali was born to Salvador Dali I Cusi a notary, and Felipa Domenech Ferres on May 11th, 1904. Dali was born in Figueres, Spain where he also grew up. Having a rough time as a child, he would often erupt in the fits of anger towards his friends and parents. Soon, he began to mature and convinced his father that he was a working artist, that he could make money. In 1921, Dali had moved to Madrid, Spain to learn painting. A lot of his artworks were influenced by his all-time favorite artist Giorgio de Chirico. Most of the time Dali would enjoy surrealism works though he did do a bit of cubism. Though for a time Dali was arrested for political views and activities with the government which lead to him being thrown out of art school in 1925.

One of Salvadorโ€™s most known and accomplished piece would be a surrealist painting by the name of โ€œThe Persistence of Memoryโ€. Dali was twenty-seven when he created this magnificent piece of art. โ€œI am the first to be surprised and often terrified by the images I see appear upon my canvasโ€ Salvador Dali once said as he created The Persistence of Memory while hallucinating. Dali had well rounded out his โ€œparanoiac-critical method. A method whereas they call it a hand-painted dream picture. The creation itself isnโ€™t as big as one might think. Scaling at 9,5 inches by 13 inches most think this painting is humongous only to be humored at its small size. The first place this work was shown, was at the Julien Levy Gallery, in New York City during 1932. The artwork stayed in New York, A random person purchased the piece and offered it to the Museum of Modern Art as a donation. It has been the center of attention in the MoMAโ€™s collection for 80 or more years. This piece is a painting, oil to be exact. Clocks melting in the setting of a desert. Some people think this piece could be a self-portrait. A self-depicted representation of himself. Though the explanation he had given for this piece of work, could be skeptically taken for sarcasm as Dali said he had used cheese that had melted under the heat of the sun. A few other surrealist artists called Dali out, saying that he didnโ€™t create surrealistic artwork as he then responded curtly with, he is surrealism.

Another piece that was suggested to be a sequel to โ€œThe Persistence of Memoryโ€, called โ€œThe Disintegration of the Persistence of Memoryโ€. As one of the major similarities would be the melting clocks. This piece came about Daliโ€™s interest in Nuclear Physics.

Salvador Dali really shaped the artistic work with surrealism. Daliโ€™s indescribably unique style and personality really pushed him to the center of attention. With that light shining on him, he took it and ran. Having many artistic talents Dali would interpret surrealism in every one of them. One of his quotes was โ€œthe difference between me and the surrealists, is that I am a surrealist. โ€œreally putting himself in the position to own what it is that he does.
Now making influences on the current daily lives of humans, Dali helped shape the world as it is today. Famous signer Lady Gaga uses fashion as a way of creating artwork, using Dali and Gala his wife as influences for her choice of fashion. Along with wearing a mustache that is a copy to that of Salvador Daliโ€™s.

mouthing .4

Now sitting at college this grown woman had looked at her assignment. Biting her lower lip out of habit.

โ€œ Five page paper about my relationship with readingโ€ฆโ€

Mouthing .3

The light from her laptop would shine in her face, causing a small glow of her milky skin. The only thing that shed light was the upcoming project where she would have to write a play, gather students to act on the play based on a book. The child chose her book โ€œDog Called Kittyโ€ by the author Bill Wallace. In this whole progression she couldnโ€™t find a person to play the dog though with good luck and a compassionate principal she could bring in her dog Buddy and use him in the play. With her written script she pulled off the whole thing. Afterwards she would sit on the bench outside the classroom with her dog and classmate after classmate would give him pets for a job well done.

The horizon would burst of pinks, yellows and oranges, the leaves drifted once more from the old spring trees. Years drifted by like the leaves in the fall laying over grass and pathways. The girl would struggle to wake up drained from the energy it took to go through her day. To look at herself in the mirror and to smile at her mother and classmates. They say things will get better and everyone has depression. Her mothersโ€™ words recited in her head everyone in awhile


โ€œYouโ€™re a teenager. This is just a phase youโ€™ll be fineโ€.
At this point she kept a journal writing all her thoughts and things that drifted through her head. Reading over it quite a few times a day seemed to help a little on most days and on others they would rip her apart. The end of senior year was coming fast maybe a bit too fast for her liking. A book in her hand she would read in the beginning of class for a half hour to forty-five minutes. Other then that time she hadnโ€™t picked up a book by her own choice since seventh grade. It didnโ€™t interest her as she had other things to worry of like budgeting and paying her roommate her portion of rent, getting all her homework done and enough energy to get up and go to work. All these things influenced her life in a greater value then at of the books that lingered on her dusty dresser.

โ€œBabe, get up youโ€™ve classโ€
A familiar voice filled the silenced air as she shifted in the warmth of the blankets that seemed to be hugging her and refusing to let go.
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