The Beginning of the End (Zombie RP) discussion

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　　　Female ▸ Twenty-Seven ▸ Police Detective ▸ Boston ▸ Straight
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ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ⇢ 5"6
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ⇢ Slender
ʜᴀɪʀ ⇢ Straight, brunette
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ⇢ Green

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ↴

Kate is sincere, honest and highly driven, always striving to achieve the best she can. Growing up in a broken home Kate developed at tough streak from an early age, and is as tenacious as she is feisty. A strong-willed and deliberate individual, Kate is smart mouthed and good with her words. She’s intelligent, very intuitive, but still modest in spite of her success. Kate’s very serious about her job and rarely switches off, even after the cases are solved and the criminals are jailed. As much as she loves being with family and friends, there’s very little time for that because of her demanding job. Kate can often appear uptight and occasionally stressed, often from the high pressure environment that’s exhibited in the day to day line of duty. She knows how to take a joke but isn’t one to make light of bad situations.

Kate has never been particularly lucky in love, being married to her job and her somewhat intimidating demeanour has rendered her single for quite some time now. When she’s not working, her free time is split between the gym, friends and long hours watching boxsets. Behind her confident and self-assured attitude is a kind individual, with a strong moral compass and an empathetic nature. Kate has very firm ideals as to what is right and wrong, though working as part of the justice system has almost certainly skewed this a little. She’s pretty closed off most of the time, and not particularly great at trusting people. Kate does have the tendency to appear reserved and distant around strangers, thought once you get to know her she’s far more likely to open up. Ever the bad cop, Kate’s strong nature and no-nonsense attitude has gained her quite a reputation on the force and she’s well regarded by those who know her.

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Mɪsᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜs ↴
ʟɪᴋᴇs ⇢ her job, the city, running, being outdoors
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs⇢ being called by her full name, the subway
sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs ⇢ morality, authoritative nature, empathetic
ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs ⇢ can be snarky, impulsive, argumentative
ғᴇᴀʀs⇢ losing her job, failing to save someone she loves
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Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ↴

Kate was raised in Beacon Hill, Boston - the first daughter of financier Chris Raleigh and medical journalist Vanessa Jun. She had a happy childhood, living in Boston for three years before the family upped and moved to Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. It was her father's work in the finance industry that had them moving across state and taking up residence into the fashionable New York neighbourhood. Too young at the time to be vastly impacted by the move, Kate settled happily into the new family home and spent several wonderful years as the sole object of her parents affections. At the age of five, the family welcomed Kate's sister Louise, who later became the wild-child who played off the much more sensible Kate. The two siblings were close, with Kate being incredibly protective of the youngster. They shared everything from toys to food, and occasionally even the same room - usually when Lou had nightmares. The childhood they shared was blissful, sweet and as innocent as it should have been. But behind the scenes, the relationship between their parents was starting to sour.

Chris and Vanessa separated when Kate was thirteen, citing irreconcilable differences. Lou and Kate never discovered the exact reason for the downfall of their parents marriage, only that they had grown apart over the years and his work kept him away from the family home. Both girls stayed with their mother in Bay Ridge and Christopher moved to the Upper Eastside. In the next few years the sisters saw their father for two weekends out of the month and for half of the school holidays. In time Christopher met a woman who he later moved in with. Whilst all were eventually able to be civil about the new relationship, it was not without it's issues. When Lou first discovered her father had found someone new, she ran away from home. For three awful days she was missing, and at only eight years old it was an awful situation for the entire family to endure. Eventually she was found by the police and returned to the family home, an incident that likely fuelled Kate's ambition to become a police officer.

With the family issues finally settled and Christopher's new relationship accepted, Kate threw herself into her studies. She flew through her classes and attained good scores in all of her exams. When it came to choosing a University, both her parents and even her then step-mother Jane were adamant that she should go to Princeton. Whilst Kate got in - with a scholarship to study investigative journalism no less - she turned it down in favour of joining the New York Police Academy. If her parents were disappointed it never showed, both were supportive of her decision and happy for her to pursue her dreams. Kate joined the academy straight from school and took to her training immediately, she passed the tests with flying colours and - ever the keen sportsman - managed to sail through her physical training as well. Graduating from the police academy, she was fast tracked to a local Brooklyn Precinct where she worked for several years. A lot changed in that time, Kate's mother returned to her native Boston for work and Lou travelled to Europe to train as a chef. Her half-brother Matthew started school and her father traded in his big city job to run a carpentry shop out of his garden shed.

Kate entered into the detective program aged twenty-four and her experience, coupled with her interview had several offices fighting to get her on their force. After much deliberation she settled on the Seattle Police Department and moved across the country that Spring. The new job was high pressure, a flurry of non-stop cases and mounting criminal charges. There were days when Kate wanted to quit, when her stress levels climbed to breaking point and she was ready to implode. And being paired with the irksome Adam Mueller did very little to help the situation. From the offset things between them weren't great...they bickered constantly, fought about menial things and generally just infuriated each other. She thought he was childish and lazy, he thought she was uptight and uncooperative. But somehow, in spite of their differences they managed to get the job done. On one particular case the two of them disbanded the entirety of a local drug ring. Even when they scarcely tolerated each other, they were highly capable of doing their job.

Both were commended for the work on that case, but in spite of the success, mistakes were made - ones that might have ended Kate's career. Complacency has caused her to misfile evidence and the case was thrown out of court, the criminals released without charge. Still on probation at the time, it would have spelled the end for Kate's work as a detective - that is, if Adam hadn't intervened. He took the blame without her knowledge, and whilst reprimanded for the mistake, Adam wasn't at risk of losing his job in the way Kate's was. She confronted him of course, annoyed that he'd thrown himself under the bus for her, but he merely shrugged it off. After that the relationship between them improved tenfold, their bickering turned to playful banter, their arguments no more than thoughtful discussions. They cracked more cases in the next few months than the entire precinct had done in a year and suddenly the two of them were unstoppable.

Two years passed and both were well regarded within their precinct, job offers had flown in from across the state but neither had any interest in leaving Seattle. On one rainy day in April a heavy case file landed on their desks - people trafficking - by one of the most prolific groups in the city. Both jumped at the opportunity to tackle such a high profile investigation. They threw themselves into the job, questioning witnesses, following leads and finally tracing the group to a warehouse at the edge of the city. Accompanied by a SWAT team, the pair infiltrated the warehouse. What followed was a fire fight between police and the gang of people traffickers. Two of the main suspects fled the scene with Kate and Adam in close pursuit. They tailed them through the dockyard, and managed to catch one man before he could escape. Kate was in the process of making the arrest when the scuff of shoes reached a trigger clicked and there was a shot. She turned to see Adam crumple and before she had even fully registered what was happening her own gun was in her hand, firing back.

To this day, that moment remains the most frightening experience Kate has ever endured. She still has flashbacks to that day, her hands covered in blood, Adam’s wide blue eyes and the distant sounds of the approaching ambulance. Thankfully Adam made it through alive, but was suspended from duty while he recovered and Kate was placed on desk work for the months during her partner’s rehabilitation. Kate visited him frequently though, missing his input and filling him in on all the goings on at the station. It was that event that made Kate realise just how much she had come to care for Adam and how she couldn’t afford to lose him. Eventually both returned to active duty and for the past few years they’ve been tackling crime in the city of Seattle, saving lives and bringing criminals to justice.

Iᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ Bᴇʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢs ↴
• 9mm Glock provided to her by the police force
• Charm bracelet her sister Lou gave her for her 18th Birthday

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Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ⇢ Christopher Raleigh
Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢ Vanessa Jun
Sɪsᴛᴇʀ⇢ Louise (Lou) Raleigh; 22 (view spoiler)[
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Hᴀʟғ-Bʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ⇢ Matthew Raleigh; 11 (view spoiler)[
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Pᴏʟɪᴄᴇ Pᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ ⇢ Adam Mueller; 30 (view spoiler)[
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Great history <333

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amara KINGSTON
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[ 16 · v.xi × femme · asexual × seattle, washington · student ]

AMARA CAN EASILY BE SUMMED up by a single phrase: basic bitch. On the surface, she's about as shallow as they come. She's never without designer clothing and accessories, not even when she's going to sleep. If she's not the most expensive girl in the room, she's doing something wrong. She's a consumer like many others; she follows the mainstream trends like it's a religion and by God, she's gotta be the most devout. Whatever she has will always be in style, as according to her every desire. She's the stereotype everyone wants to be, after all: the spoiled little rich girl. She never cared that her parents weren't around, so long as they thought they were making it up to her with checks and direct deposits. Because she didn't think she needed them; just their money.

To the undiscerning eye, Amara can be quite chill. She's calm in most situations and excitable at just the right times. Like it's orchestrated, practiced. But no one would ever realize. They're far too caught up in her cute rich girl laugh and her vapid hair flips. She's an instigator through and through. She lives for seeing something go down. All it takes is a whisper here and a whisper there and someone's got themselves blacklisted from thhe country club. Small scale, but it escalates from there. She can remember the excitement in seeing her first real life punch being thrown. Obviously she wasn't the one behind it. But behind this is this sensation that she just can't put a name to. Even better than her apple-tini stained first kiss when she was twelve.

Her habits are never self-destructive, but destructive in one way or another. She craves a control that comes with ruining something, someone. It feels like ecstacy. Does it make her evil? Maybe. Just as she likes to play a little god every now and then. To be in control of someone is a marvelous thing, especially when it's life or death. She hasn't told anyone, but she greatly appreciates seeing something struggle for its life. Her pets would be able to attest to that if they could speak, that's for sure.

LIVING THE LUSH LIFE IS pretty much what everyone dreams of. Her parents needed one more thing to complete their rich image and it was a child. So they had her. And that was probably their biggest mistake. There child was merely a decoration that no one had ever really told them how to maintain. So they showered her with things they thought she would want. It was all downhill from there.

As Amara grew older, her demands began to lessen or change. She wanted a new pet every other week because the other ones kept dying. Her parents never seemed to learn, or catch on. Her friend group changed with the winds and if you weren't hanging out with her you were socially dead. So much control, so much power in her hands. The discovery of the feelings it brought about would be everlasting. And this power came from the money.

It seemed like it would never run out, and it still hasn't. Years of profit gone by, inheritance passed on for generations, and it was still there. This gave Amara ample allowance to do whatever the hell she wanted, to be spoiled by her absentee parents. While they were away on luxury vacations and cruises, she tortured those left to care for her. She created miniature scandals for play, like she were playing the Sims or something. She was like a god and she loved it. But it wasn't enough.

She upped the ante with her own pets. The ones that kept dying were usually quick and painless, a curious exploration into the darker side of her supposed humanity. But now, it was something else. It was a venture in watching someone struggle and beg. Even without words, animals had ways to convey their understanding that their lives were in the hands of another. She liked seeing that recognition in their faces. But how she wished they were human in those moments. However, her experimentation was cut short.

Her father decided he wanted to be a politician. He wanted to be high profile but nothing too flashy. As if he wasn't already flashy enough. So he ran for mayor. She's pretty sure he won; she'd never paid attention to it. So she was kept under watch and her fun little experiments were put to an end. So she has her fun where she can, and awaits the moment when she can do what she does best.

[ relations × parents: ginger, leon ; friends: (open) ]
[ belongings × chewing gum ; switchblade ; chapstick ; purse ]

Sam's doomed, so impossible doomed! ^-^

Loving her Fiend! Approved!

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　Female ▸ Twenty - one ▸ Waitress ▸ Seattle, Washington ▸ Bi-sexual
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ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ⇢ 5"5
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ⇢ skinny
ʜᴀɪʀ ⇢ bleached with a blue streak (natural brunette)
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ⇢ hazel

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ↴

Ruby is a deeply flawed individual who suffers from a lack of confidence, low self-esteem and addiction. She's volatile, quick-tempered and not afraid to voice her opinion, she can be violent and is prone to verbal outbursts if someone rubs her up the wrong way. Not one to stay on the straight and narrow, Ruby is shown to have a propensity for trouble-making as well as substance abuse. Known for her recklessly impulsive attitude and her sometimes selfish behaviour, Ruby has a lot of faults with very few redeeming qualities. She's quirky and has proved herself to have a wicked sense of humour, though this is occasionally thwarted by her dead pan delivery. Quick-witted, with a sharp tongue, she's certainly not afraid to stand up to the bigger man. She can be clingy, sometimes uncomfortably so and is often drawn to individuals who show her attention. Ruby loves to be the life of the party and is always game for any sort of misdoings, she's a troubled but sweet individual who most would refer to as 'misunderstood'.

Ruby can struggle with the concepts of right and wrong, often putting her own needs before those around her. She can be selfish, a fact of which is she is very aware of and something she's not likely to change soon. Though not considered educationally smart, Ruby does possess her own unique intelligence, she's what some might call street smart and is highly intuitive. She's practical when the time calls for it, but mostly just trusts her gut and that tends to work out. Ruby is a very impressionable young woman and can be easily manipulated, often pressured into various situations and actions that she otherwise would have avoided. Beneath her flaws there are a few truly good aspects to her nature, her fierce loyalty and rare selfless behaviour to name a few. She's shown herself to be courageous in the past and has taken the blame for a crime on behalf of her friends on more than one occasion. What Ruby really needs is guidance, but until someone can point her in the right direction she'll probably keep going on her chaotic, self-destructive path.

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Mɪsᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜs ↴
ʟɪᴋᴇs ⇢ alcohol, parties, adrenaline highs, drugs, sex
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs⇢ early mornings, coffee, police, thunderstorms
sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs ⇢ intuitive, funny, optimistic, practical
ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs ⇢ easily led, slightly clumsy, addictive personality
ғᴇᴀʀs⇢ fire, being forgotten
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Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ↴

Ruby was born in Seattle in the 90's, product of a one night stand between a cocktail waitress and a big shot CEO from the inner city. She grew up in a rough neighbourhood, in a cramped little house with her mother, Julie and her grandfather. In those early years she had no contact with her father, Darren. For a long time he didn't even know Ruby existed and when he did find out, he wanted nothing to do with her. And so Julie was left to raise the baby alone and any dreams she'd had of going to college were left by the wayside to care for Ruby. Julie always resented her daughter and often made this known. It was Ruby that held her back in those years, Ruby who stopped her going out with friends and Ruby who prevented any guy she met from sticking around. It was because of this that Ruby spent long hours in the company of her grandfather, often left with him whilst Julie recaptured those lost moments.

At five years old Ruby started school and with those free hours Julie attended classes at the local college. With her new qualifications she managed to get a sales job for a pharmacy company in the city. The pay wasn't great and the hours were awful, but Julie finally had her foot on the ladder. She progressed upwards through the company, earning more and working hard, meanwhile Ruby was struggling at school and falling behind in her classes. Julie had very little time for her daughter, the hours she worked were long and she'd often stay late in the city with her colleagues. By the time she got home Ruby's grandfather had put her to bed and as such she scarcely saw her mother. Ruby couldn't hate Julie for it though, after a time all the money she earned was put towards buying a place for the two of them. It was a small house, but it was nicely decorated and in a much safer part of town. Ruby had her own room, instead of sleeping on the camp bed in her mother's and the neighbourhood kids would always invite her out to play.

For the next few years life for their small family carried on at a mundane pace. Julie's work continued, her hours split between the office and sleeping at home. But as she rose, Ruby found herself spiralling downwards. After the death of her grandfather Ruby's behaviour and her relationship with her mother only worsened. At nine years old she was kicked out of school for multiple offences, misbehaving and skipping class to name a few. Julie used some of her inheritance to pay for Ruby to go to private school but it did little to help her grades or her behaviour. The two of them would argue for hours at a time, scream at each other till their throats burned and their faces turned red. After one such fight Ruby ran away, spending two nights on the streets of Seattle before a policeman bought her home.

After that things improved between them, Julie was more accepting of Ruby's rebellious streak and Ruby in turn forgave her mother for the long hours she spent at work. Much of the time Ruby was left to fend for herself, but she grew to love those moments of solitude instead of wallowing in self pity. For once in her life things were starting to look up, at least until Julie bought Eric home. He was a trader in her company, the kind of man who wore sharp suits to every occasion and always had a glass of whisky in his hand. Ruby decided she hated him from the offset, even after Eric made several attempts to introduce himself and to genuinely be pleasant around her. He gave up pretty quickly when Ruby snubbed any attempt he made to be friendly. By this point she was into her teenage years and wanted nothing to do with him.

It wasn't long after that when Ruby tried drugs for the first time and found herself in a darker place than she'd ever been in her entire life. She was sixteen years old and with no one to really guide her, she fell, hard. With the drugs came alcohol and lots of it, raucous parties, sleeping with guys who were ten years older than her and finding herself locked up in the cells for the night. After a while she became numb to the disappointed glances her mother gave her whenever she came home. And that wasn't often, Ruby still couldn't stand Eric and seeing him around her mother only made Ruby dislike him more. They argued a lot, perhaps more than Julie and Ruby had ever done when it was just the two of them. And after one awfully long arguement Eric threw her out, and Julie didn't protest. Ruby moved in with a friend for a time, finished school with appalling grades and got a job promoting a club in the Downtown part of Seattle. She drifted from place to place for the next year, drinking, smoking and sleeping her way through various homes and jobs and people. But when that year came to an end, Ruby decided there was one thing she wanted, to find out who her father was.

And so she did. Seattle was a big city, but Ruby had his name and the company he used to work for and after much investigation was able to track him down to golf resort in the most expensive part of town. He owned the place, a massive complex with huge green lawns and rich men swanning in and out of it's doors. Her plan was to try and get a job there, to speak with him and tell him who she was. But she didn't have to go to the trouble. Darren recognised Ruby the moment she walked through the doors, with her hair - then dark brown - and those wide hazel eyes, she was the spitting image of her mother. Darren invited her in, told her to sit and tell him her story whilst they drank expensive coffee and Ruby tried to stop her hands from shaking. He explained why he'd left Julie, that the timing wasn't right and his parents would have killed him. Ruby didn't pay much attention to his apology, he'd been absent her whole life and she didn't much care for his whining. But while Darren had never been a good father he was something else, filthy rich and feeling guilty. And Ruby intended to use that to her advantage.

Darren showered her with gifts, designer clothes, a new look her own place. Whatever Ruby wanted, Ruby got. Darren had more money than he knew what to do with and while he had his own family, an ex-wife and two sons, he didn't see them often and was glad to be able to help Ruby out. It didn't last for long though. When Ruby was arrested for drug possession about half a year later, Darren found himself embroiled in a huge scandal. His company suffered revenue losses and the press ran with it for weeks. Darren sent Ruby to rehab in an attempt to salvage his reputation. The expensive therapy sessions and peaceful environment didn't do much for her and Ruby left six weeks later, bored and no less self destructive.

Darren cut her funding off after that which spurred her into action. Miserable and broke, she managed to get a job through a friend (provided she cleaned up her act) and has been working at the diner ever since. She's a long way off being okay, but for now at least Ruby is surviving. Darren's trust in her is growing and he's even offered her a key, on the proviso she calls first. She hasn't totally fixed things with her Mom, but they talk on the phone. Julie's now expecting a child with Eric and she wants Ruby to involve herself where she can. For Ruby things finally seem to be improving, but only time will tell how long that lasts.

Iᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ Bᴇʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢs ↴
• Key to Darren's mansion
• Picture of her mother's recent ultrasound scan
• Pack of cigarettes

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Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢ Darren Grayson
Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢ Julie Wyatt
Sᴛᴇᴘ-Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢ Eric Mathers
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Feel free to bring her into the Station Jac, Kate already name dropped her xD

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⸺⸺⸺⸺Eighteen ● December 31 ● Capricorn ● Female ● Heterosexual⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺

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Height: 5’2”
Build: Slender
Hair: Dark-brown
Eye Color: Hazel

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Raised by an aunt who taught her to be loving and caring, she developed a very calm, forgiving, and empathetic nature. Soft spoken and seemingly shy, she has a difficult time conversing with others in social situations, and so she only ever speaks when she feels it is necessary. She has an unfortunate way of making blunt commentaries or observations, though not in a malicious way and ill-timed joke that makes the situation awkward and uncomfortable. She can be naive at times, especially about people's characters, but she's smart and sharp enough to realize when something is not quite right. A natural loner, she doesn't crave the company of people but doesn't go out of her way to avoid it either. She loves listening to people talk about themselves or whatever they have to say and views every person as a story waiting to be heard.

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Nina grew up in Santa Barbara, California, raised by her single aunt, Madeline Moreau. Her living situation was a result of her father's abandonment and her mother's death in a restaurant fire where she worked. Her aunt's home is perched on the hills of Santa Barbara. Isolated and far from everything, Nina spent a majority of her girlhood running wild and free in nature. As a child, she pretended she was “Tasmina”, her female version of Tarzan. She spent many nights sleeping outside under the stars and imagining what other universes and worlds lay in the heavens.

Her aunt was a hobbyist who hopped from cooking to painting to gardening and whatever caught her fancy and lead to Nina acquiring a hodgepodge of skills. She became a voracious reader and developed a taste for narrative non-fiction books concerning topics that most people find weird such as flatulence, rats, mold, etc.

She was home-schooled by her aunt until high-school, when Nina made the decision to start attending public school with the support of her aunt. She had no friends, hardly any social grace, nor the skills to deal with the drama and hierarchy of highschool life, making for a very difficult start to her freshman year. She was miserable and missed the care-free and flexible days she once had being home-schooled, nevertheless she kept going. Much as she loved the little haven she had created in the safety and comfort of her aunt’s home, she realized she couldn’t stay there forever and needed to start living in reality and challenging herself to face her fears and discomforts.

It was during her second semester when she meet Miranda Riter—in the boys bathroom no less. Nina accidentally entered the boys bathroom, realizing only after she had gone where she was and would have walked out had it not been for Miranda, who was in there as well, though not by mistake. She was drawing vagina’s on the mirrors with a Sharpie. Instead of walking out of there as fast as her legs could carry her, she decided to stay and ask Miranda why she was doing what she was doing. Miranda simply replied that she was bored. Before leaving, Nina suggested to Miranda that she use dry-erase markers instead of Sharpie so the janitors wouldn’t have to work as hard. After all, they had done nothing to Miranda so it wouldn’t be fair to make them suffer. That same day, Miranda found her during lunch and from that day forward, they were inseparable. Their friendship helped Nina navigate high-school life and also opened doors to other friendships that were not as close as the one she shared with Miranda but still something she treasured.

As senior year rolled around and college registrations begun, Nina and Miranda worked hard to find a college that would suite both of them. Unfortunately, sharing their college experience was not meant to be. Both of them enrolled into the same two colleges in Seattle and Massachusetts. Tragically Miranda was rejected from Seattle and Nina from Massachusetts. So, with heavy hearts and plenty of tears, they each went their individual paths but despite the distance, they stay in contact via text and social media and have yet to go a day without a few words between them.

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A freshman at UW (University of Washington) and recent resident in Seattle, Washington, she’s unfamiliar with the area and has yet to even unpack.

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Miranda Riter - Best friend
Madeline Moreau - Aunt/Guardian

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She's currently looking for a job, preferably someplace like a library, bookstore, or small cafe.

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Friendship ring she received from her best friend Miranda Riter. All throughout high school everyone thought they were lesbian lovers due to their closeness, and as their last hurrah and act as high schoolers, Miranda mocked proposed to Nina on Prom Night in front of the entire senior class in the middle of the dance floor.

I would say she's approved, unless any of the other mods have anything to add

natalie DWYER
nat ━━━━━━

[ 18 · x.x × femme · bisexual × seattle, washington · student ]

EVERY KID HAS A PHASE they go through whether they like it or not. For Nat, that was the rebellious one and she liked it. So much so that it pretty much shhapes a lot of her interactions with authority figures ( outside of her parents, of course ). Her first thing to question everything told to her unless there is absolute proof of it. And even then, she might have a few more questions to ask how this proof was validated. But for the most part, Natalie tends to come off as unapproachable and apathetic. First impressions are usually ruined with her, considering she has a resting bitch face. She's really not glaring at anyone while popping gum and if she actually is, it looks no different from when she isn't. It's a trademark that she isn't sure where she got from. But it does help keep some of the creeps at bay that might try to talk to her.

Just like with her resting bitch face, Natalie isn't always angry or brooding. She usually thinking, connecting dots and trying to see thhe bigger picture. It's like how she used to stare at her father's designs, seeing the shapes that made the whole and how it would really look out on the street. Big pictures matter to her just as much as the details do. Sometimes this leads to her talking to herself to work things out, but hey, at least the problem's done. What's a few people thinking she looks a little crazy? Contrary to what some people like to think, she isn't stupid, either. Her behavior may not always reflect that she's just above average intelligence, but she also has diligence in her favor. Hard work does trump talent, after all.

Nat will openly say that she loves her family, but sometimes shhe needs space. She needs to be her own person and explore herself a bit more. Which is whhy she hates the fact that they could drive up whenever they have enough time. A phone call should be good enough. Her coming home every other weekend is a bit of a moodkiller when there's an intense party happening on campus. She just can't wait until she's really on her own, preferably back in LA.

NATALIE WOULD SAY THAT SHE'S had a nice life thus far. Nothing too pressing besides thhe usual teenage worries have weighed her down and she can be glad for that. She's aware of the fact that she's pretty priviledged. For much of her early life, she'd spent her days basking in the sun or with her father.

Nat used to love her father's work. It wasn't uncommon to see her propped on his lap, watching as he worked. She'd even tried to sneak into his suitcase one of the few times he had to travel for work. She was so enamored with his work, and she'd proudly state that her dad had made something. She used to be all smiles and lots of happy squealing. She was teh kid that was actually excited to have their mother teach one of their classes. As embarassing as it might have been for oter students, it meant that she was that much closer to her mother. But kids grow up, and so did she.

It's not to say that she doesn't love her father's work. No, Ben Dwyer's eldest daughter still sneaks peeks at his latest works whenever she's home. She'd never admit that, though. And while their relationship may not be as close as it was before, when she'd go with him to work and sit on his lap as he drew, she still loves him just the same and she's sure he loves her just as much, too.

Journalism called to her out of the blue, in the form of a school newspaper. They'd been short on writers and asked her to help out because she seemed to be the only one available. Plus, it was an area she knew an expert on: architecture. Of course, having watched her father closely for years, she had little difficulty to doing it without his help. Her surprise to him a few weeks later was her name in the byline of her very first article. From there, it just sort of snowballed.

But that's what she came to learn. The move to Seattle certainly put a damper on her mood, but it wasn't going to stop her. She was going to get through her schooling and return to the sunny streets of LA.

[ relations × family: ben, madison ; annabeth, sam ; friends (open) ]
[ belongings × satchel ( camera, notebook, pens, waterbottle ) ]

Geeze Fiend you're banging these out!

Great job though! Approved as always, I need to get a move on~

And thinking NPC wife will be called Madison if you want to chuck that in

tullayne WEST
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[ 25 · vi.xx × femme · bisexual × oakland, california · biker ]

AT FIRST GLANCE, MOST WOULD not have the mind to think Tullayne is even remotedly associated with motorcycles. Most people just seem to see the supremely girly, fashion oriented part of her, but not the part that rides around on motorcycles with burly men. Some people think her tattoos are simply cute, as well, but also don't see the club tats on her back. And if they do, they write it off as some kind of wannabe fashion statement. But she'd be perfectly fine getting down and dirty to fix hher bike, would spend countless hours riding it down open stretches of road. Her nails and hair are second to her bike, with her clothes falling in third in terms of her priorities. The harley she rides is her baby and she takes exceptional care of it. Some would say she should just marry the thing, the way she fawns over it obsessively. She would probably do it if she could, too.

But just as everyone sees her as an extremely girly girl, she pretty much is. Her feminity is perfectly clear in her style of dress and color choice, but that doesn't diminish the fact that she's forever obsessed with motorcycles. She could easily flip through a clothing or shoe catalog with longing the same way she does with one for motorcycles ( but she'd never cheat on Channing by getting herself a new bike! ). But her being particularly feminine isn't a play to be coy; it's merely who she is. Sometimes she isn't aware of her sex appeal or what those around her see. She's a lot more innocent than people expect her to be, considering hher interests. Remember: her greatest fixation has been hher bike since she was old enough to drive one. She didn't exactly hop on the boyband train when it was all the rage, which left her in the dust of fangirls that read up on how to be vixens and eye-catching women. Nah, she was perfectly satisfied to just keep Channing polished.

A lot of people have also learned the hard way that she packs a wallop. You can't expect her to be part of a motorcycle club and not know how to throw a decent punch. But she could absolutely floor a grown man if provoked. Most often than not, it's because they insulted someone close to her. That's the quickest way to get her to go attack dog on you for sure. That and insulting Channing, but that's a given. She quite capable of defending herself, though she does like the idea of someone swooping in and taking a punch for her. That's kinda nice.

IT WAS ALMOST A GIVEN that Tullayne would end up as she has. Her mother was married to a man who owned a motorcycle. Drew West could easily be called out for treating his bike like his wife, and maybe even favoring it more than her. It became an ongoing joke between the couple as their child grew up. Tullayne had been exposed to the motorcycle club at an early age, and someone had even said she might be part of it one day. They weren't wrong, that was for sure.

Her father taught her everything he knew, and she merely expanded on that knowledge. She loved spending time with her mother and father, going over the different parts of a bike. She was perfectly versed in the different components before she even attended school. She would have been perfectly content to stop there, but education was important to her mother. So she honored what her mother wanted, even when she had said she'd drop out after middle school. She wanted to be close to the bikes and work in the shop with her dad.

In retrospect, she likely would have made it either way. Tullayne was smart. Everyone knew that much if they spent more than five minutes with her. They could see she caught on quick, that she was more than the pretty face she'd inherited from her mother. School went by as a breeze and some people questioned if she even needed it. But if it hadn't been for school, she might have missed out on some things.

Things like Xavier Wilkes. A marvel of human genetics, puberty had been kind to him. But, his motorcycle seemed to deter people as much as his record. Not with Tullayne. She started out more interested in his motorcycle than him, and somewhere along the line he properly caught her eye. The two of them dated for the remainder of their high school years, with the running joke that whenever they showed up you could hear wedding bells. She would have been just fine with that.

She graduated early and went on to get a degree in mechanical engineering. He got arrested, again. But she'd expected it and waited for him diligently. Xavier was released on good behavior two years later and they moved in together. He got work in her father's garage with her, though many disapproved. She was a smart girl wit a pretty degree and could go anywhere. But not really, in hher opinion. She was content to be with her family and raise one in the comfort of a place she knew.

Her dreams, though, wouldn't come true. Xavier died in an accident several months later, leaving her devastated. Her only consolation was the bike he left behind and the club membership. It wasn't normally extended to women, but they had made the exception before. She would be the first to actually accept it, though. And that's where she remains, surrounded by the people that knew Xavier best, doing what she loves.

[ relations × family: lilah, drew; isaac ; friends: sebastian ]
[ belongings × motorcycle, purse, mini-toolkit, knucklers ]

Approved~

Approved~

marina DEL GADO
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[ 24 · ?? × femme · bisexual × seattle, washington · student ]

THERE'S A LOT ABOUT RINA that has changed. She's glad for it, feels better for it. If she had never been found, she doesn't know what she would have ended up as. So to make up for lost years and repay er seviors, she works hard. There are times when people say she might work a little too hard, but she doesn't let up. She has to get it done, get it finished. She's become an actual person and she's not going to let that go. Rina is also a perfectionist in every sense. She believes that her work must reflect her improvement, even if she had just learned to read a little over seven years ago. She has to seem like every other person her age. She has to catch up and stay with everyone. She has to distance herself from the memory of her past self. Marina will run from it as fast as she can, even if it means wrecking her body in the process.

Everyting has a logical explanation and Marina is content to believe this. Her decisions have never been made on faith or instinct since her integration into society. She plans carefully and slowly, deliberating every step. There had to be a reasoning behind her actions--just in case someone asked--and there had to be something worth any risk taken. And even then, the reward must be equal to the risk. She's not going to stick her neck out for just anything. And everything must be in place. Rina checks every last detail until there's nothing left to worry about, and then she cecks it again. It's like a safety net, knowing that everything is where it should be. Some would say her workspace is immaculate because of this, or even her apartment. But keeping clean keeps her sane, displaces all memories of the grime and dirt she was found in.

She can proudly boast about being intelligent. It was shocking, at first, to know that she was as smart as she was. With the way she'd grown up, she didn't think much of anything about herself. But knowing her own level of intelligence has made her more confident. And that, in turn, has made her more sociable. She's never without someone to talk to, even if it's for something superficial. While she doesn't divulge much about her own past, she does make a pletora of comments on anecdotes told to her by her colleagues. She can smile and laugh, crack jokes and tell stories witin reason. She can be a person. And she loves knowing that. So much so that she'd do anything to keep it that way.

HER NAME WAS NOT MARINA, or any name at all. They called her by pronouns and curses. They kept her caged and leashed. When they wanted to see her do tricks, they pulled on the fetters around her neck and laughed. They would be the nameless entity that she would put behind her, but she was not Marina then.

No one knows how she ended up in the situation, but the assumption was that she had been there since birth. Which was an effective conclusion considering the state she was in when the authorities found her. It had been luck that they ha opened the paddock she'd been caged in, hidden beneath a rough blanket that let the winter air through. She would have died, had they not found her. She was malnourished, dehydrated, and dying slowly. This wasn't the simple game of house she could recall being told they were playing. She was regarded as a little more than a dog and that was how they treated her.

At sixteen years old, she didn't know her name or age, but that would be figured out much later. She behaved like an animal, frightened and violent as she was pulled away from all that she knew. Her words were growls and feral sounds that sent chills down the spines of the officers. They shoved her in the car and took her to the station, but had little to no idea of how to deal with her. But, blessedly, the paper left her unnamed and pictureless. They knew of her, but not her. She was a nameless entity that would haunt the presses for the duration of her case.

She spent her nights in the county jail because they had nowhere else to put her. She'd already attacked several other girls that she'd been roomed with, refusing everything they could have done. Because she didn't understand what was happening. Not until they brought in someone who claimed to be a specialist. It seemed to work, but they couldn't be so sure. It took months, but they coaxed her to cooperate. This was a sign, a good sign, and they pushed on. Push too far, she retreated and they had to start from square one all over again.

Eventually, they got her talking. She was like a child, babbling and stringing meaningless sentences together. But she was quick. Soon enough, she was reading and writing and doing things far beyond the level they had been expecting in the period of time it had taken her. In the course of three years, she had shown the aptitude to be a member of MENSA. It was only a quick search that told her what this was and she was as surprised as everyone else. It took another year to fully integrate her, but by then she didn't care.

They showed her work to the local public school and they found no reason for her not to take the GED exam. Completing it in place of her schooling, she was able to enroll in a college of her choice if she wanted. And she wanted it. She completed her courses and had decided that she would be a lifelong scholar if she could. This led to her applying to graduate school, and it's been quite entertaining thus far.

[ relations × guardian: helga ; friends (open) ; lover: (open) ]
[ belongings × messenger bag ( tablet, phone, planner, novel ) ]

*-* I feel like Jack's gonna be won over by this one, amazing job as always!!

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   "I think with my heart, and I move with my head." Mackenzie S. Harth ▮ 25 {Nov 3rd} ▮ Status : Infected
                Feminine [ xx ] ▮ Heterosexual ▮

Odette Annable ▮ 5'5"▮ 118 lbs▮Marks (view spoiler)[Enzi has several scars littered across her body made by blades, bullets, blunt force, and everything in between. (hide spoiler)]     Eyes: Blue-Gray ▮ Athletic Slim ▮ Brown Hair

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[ Confident / Driven ]
   "There is no peak, there is no perfect, and anyone who thinks they’ve reached the top and stop climbing is only going to fall. I’ve been knocked down before, and I can assure you it’ll never happen again. I won’t let it.”

[ Passionate / Relentless ]
   "I’m very passionate...if you know anything about the true passionate people of the world, we can be the best of lovers or the deadliest of enemies. And we never let shit slip from our fingers...ever."

[ Brilliant / Strategic ]
   ”Did someone tell you once that life’s not a game? They lied. Each decision we make, each step we take, it’s another turn taken. I’ve learned from the best how to think several moves ahead but be more than ready to play on my toes if the game changes.”

[ Unforgiving / Vengeful ]
   "It's impossible to be betrayed by a stranger. The only ones who can betray you are the ones you've trusted something with. Why should I forgive anyone who I've given trust to only to have them bury a blade in my back? Turn your back on me, and the only time you'll see me face to face again will be when I slit your throat and watch the life leave your eyes."

[ Loyal / Trustworthy ]
   "I will not let you down, you know that. The only thing that can take me from your side is death, and he'll have one hell of a fight trying to pry me away."

[ Hardened / Capable ]
   "It’s not fair? Well no fuck it’s not. Nothing is. So suck it up and keep moving. Maybe next time you’ll do something to even the playing field rather than depend on the world being a ‘fair and caring’ place.”

[ Caring ]
   ”My biggest fear? A few years back, I’d have said it would be having to live through another loved one’s death. But now? I realize it’s the thought of having to live without anyone I am that terrified to lose being in my life. What’s the point in living a hallow existence?”

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There were few things that took precedent to Damian Harth’s high ranking military career and Addison Harth’s flourishing future in pathology working within a government facility, and their only child, Mackenzie, was one o them. For the early parts of her life, Enzi and her mother would up and move whenever her father would be relocated to a new base, even though the majority of the time Damian wouldn’t be at the base. It allowed for them to get what they could out of the little time her father got at home.

With Daddy away most days, Enzi ended up trailing after her mother in the lab, despite the policy against children wondering the halls. The girl was a special case, many would say; she had her mother’s knack for lab based work, a natural talent which her mother took time nurturing and growing. There were very few incidents that the child caused as she grew into her teen years—well...few that others knew of. Enzi was quick to put things back to how they were, ensuring no one took the slightest notice of things she got her hands into, a talent she got from her father. It was one of the primary requirements of Damian’s job to get in, accomplish his task, and get back out without anyone knowing he was there.

When an offer to run her own lab was given to Addison, she couldn’t simply turn it down, even if it was a fully classified lab that her daughter would not get to run around in with her. At first, Mackenzie stayed at her mother’s apartment, but the family was quick to realize that Addison’s job was demanding too much of her time to allow for time for Enzi. So, the family made the decision to move Enzi onto her father’s base. Now it was time for the girl’s focus of studies to shift from science to daddy’s field of work. Her father, as did many of the base members, started to teach the girl how to handle various styles of combat from hand to hand, knives, handguns, and rifles through her teen years.

Needless to say, Enzi became well versed in any and everything military while camped out at Dad’s base, and during the trips to see her mother, Mackenzie got to dabble in the lab again. When the girl reached the age of eighteen, she had to make the decision on who’s footsteps to follow. She was always a Daddy’s girl, so in the end, she decided to follow after him. All her hands on learning helped jump start her future in the military. The years started to pull by, each detail of her actions and what she’d seen taking it’s toil on her. The strongest wills can be broken, but with the proper support there to help put the pieces back in place, wills can not only be reforged but made stronger.

By the time she was midway through twenty, Enzi had been fractured and fixed back up a couple of times by her parents as well as her makeshift brother, William, a boy her father had taken under his wing awhile back. She was stronger than ever—or so she thought. Thinkin’ you’re strong as ever can easily lead to a kick in the face from reality, and boy did it hit the girl hard. During a mission, a mistake cost all her team besides one other and herself their lives. The two survivors didn’t make it out with much besides their lives. With a once again fractured mentality as well as a broken leg, Enzi was under temporary discharge from her position.

During her ‘off time’, Mackenzie went to stay with her mother, managing to get some time in the lab with her again. It was during this time her mother received a new task. She was to study an unnamed sample delivered to her lab. Enzi acted as a sound board to her mother as well as a second set of hands for a few days after the sample arrived, but upon getting a call from her father saying he was back on US soil, Enzi left to go see him.

Twenty-three hours later, Damian received a call on his phone, a call he missed. A voice mail was left for him by Addison stating how she needed him to call her as soon as he could, that there was something she really needed to discuss with him. An hour later, when he got time from catching up with his daughter, her father checked his phone and did as her mother instructed. But his call was sent straight to voice mail. As was the second...third...and forth call.

It reached the two’s ears not thirty minutes later that there had been a mishap within the lab that resulted in an explosion. There were no survivors.

Another fracture to Enzi, but it hit her father far harder. He believed there was more to the story than some ‘accident’. There had to be. Addison’s phone call to him, it had to play a part in her death. But Enzi knew nothing about the voice mail her father had gotten, nor his suspicions something more was at play. It was safer to keep her in the dark until he knew more. So he left her to lead her life while he began digging around in things he shouldn’t have.

But when he went off the grid, it didn’t take long for people to come knocking on her door and taking her in for questioning. When they were sure they were going to get nothing from Enzi, they made their next move. They released her, knowing at some point she would probably get in contact with her father. Sure enough, she received word from him, and she went to meet him. Despite taking precautions to ensure she was not followed and that they were safe, the two were met with a similar fate as her mother. Flames—only this time the story was a car accident. Burning the bodies helped to hide the fact both had been shot.

But Fate was not done with Enzi just yet. Waking up to fire starting to engulf the car she had been placed in, she was quick to get out after realizing her father was already gone. Thankfully the men sent to take care of them were a bit too full of themselves and had not stuck around to see their task to a full end. Then and there, Enzi went black, knowing that without her body burned in that car, they’d know she was alive and come after her. They spun a lie, saying that both her father and her had died in the accident, finding another poor girl’s body to burn and play as her dead self. This would keep all of their close ties from looking into her disappearance while they searched for her.

It became Enzi’s sole focus to uncover whatever truth her father had been seeking out. So over three years, Enzi stayed in the dark, following after leads she managed to take hold of. Over the years, contacts she made, she watched fall as the government sniffed at the bits of bread crumbs she’d left behind. Hiding was becoming easier for her, but as she neared the truth, the eyes watching were becoming all the more vigilant. Her search has taken her to Washington, where she thinks she will finally get some real answers...unless they get to her first. (hide spoiler)]

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⚔ Addison Harth || Mother|| Deceased
⚔ Damian Harth|| Father || Deceased

    ...and those of Bond.
  

⚔ William Borland || Family Friend || Alive
⚔ Name || Friend /Enemy / Other || Status

[ Romantics ] Collaboration with Lyn


[ Career ] Former Military // Official Report Status : Deceased

[ Prized Item ] Her father's dog tags

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[ A Few of Many Theme Songs ]

► Glory and Gore : Lorde
► Dark Nights : Dorothy
► Dark Horse : Katy Perry
► Centuries : Fallout Boy
► In Flames : Egypt Central

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▸ Twenty-nine ║ December 12th║ Female ║ Heterosexual ◂

{Personality}
Caring in nature but bold and wellspoken when things need to be said, she doesnt know how to express her emotions well when she is upset and instead keeps it inside for a time later that she can sit alone and cry. She follows orders and instructions well and is quick to learn new things. She has a comfortable and friendly atmosphere about her, and is able to start up a conversation rather easily with strangers. Passions fuels her life and actions and alwqys tries to find the best possible route before taking the next step.

{Strengths}Works well under pressure, Accustomed to the sight of blood, Able to apply medicine and perform surgery
{Weaknesses}Nonathletic, Selfish, Unable to fight or shoot a gun,
Thin skinned

{History}
Emma's first few years of her life can be summed up with three words, simple, loving and carefree. She grew up with stuffed animals, got a small dog, Yorkie, when she was five and drew a lot, at times that included on the wall.

She attended elementary school and middle school in Colorado, and it was there where she visited a science fair for a school fieldtrip. She fell in love with science, with the stars, with the anatomy of the body, and how the body was able to heal itself over time. She used to go to the library, check out several books and try to read them despite her reading capabilities not being that advanced. Emma had the initials of E.T. and in middle school the kids loved to tease her with that name relating to the alien character due to her fascination for science. She would hear their taunts and try to move to another part of the cafeteria, playground or classroom but the teasing persisted. She was in 7th grade when one day students in her class found her crying, the name calling had gotten to her and she couldnt but up a strong front anymore. Holding her books tightly in her hands she tried to make a run for it but one of the kids grabbed her and pushed her down, sending her books flying and falling into a nearby pool of mud from yesterdays eain storm. Angered swelled up inside of Emma and she got up despite the cut she had on her knees from falling on the pavement and pushed the boy with all her might. He fell backwards, and slipped, hitting his head hard on the pavement floor. Paramedics were called to the school, parents were called in and in the next month Emma and her family moved out of Colorado and found a home in Kennewick, Washington.

Emma found it easier to be herself in Washington, she joined an academic program in highschool, studied hard and got good grades, continued her studies with science and after a long consideration decided to go to college to become a medical doctor. She worked part time in the beginning of college and finally had to commit to only focusing on school as the exams got tougher and the information grew. She graduated from the University of Washington School of Medicine and started working at the Hospital in Seattle at the age of 27 as a practicing doctor.

The work there was extensive, the time that she had interned there as a medical student had prepared her for the paperwork, the diagnosis and several surgeries but it still proved difficult. She wouldnt sleep for days, caring for patients, especially when sudden calamities had occured and she kept her work and the people who needed her help in the forefront of her mind at all times. At the age of 28, Emma was scheduled to perform surgery on a teenage girl who needed Thoracic Aortic Dissection Repair. The surgery was a risky one, the parents of the girl knew that, the blood vessels in the heart needed to be repaired with a synthetic graft and without it, the girl could fall into a stroke or rupture her aorta. Despite the warnings of her colleagues, Emma took on the surgery but sadly, it was unsuccessful. Emma attended the girls funeral, the parents held no grudge but Emma's mental stability changed as well as her head position in the hospital. She had experienced death before, of patients in the hospital and her own relatives but she had been so adiment to save this girls life. Maybe it was in the way that she had seen a bit of her younger self in the girl, or the promise she had made to her right before the surgery that she was unable to keep that triggered Emma's setback. Her colleagues were sympathetic, no one mentioned the surgery but Emma asked to be put off surgeries for a while. She still assisted patients, diagnosed their symptoms, aided in quick surgeries but took a break from leading a surgery.
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One early morning, Emma walked out of the glass doors of the hospital in quite a hurry, trying to clear her mind of the conversation she just had with her supervisor. He had made it clear to her that her recent attitude would make her lose her job and possibly needed a leave of absence to sort out her priorities. She had taken a taxi to the Madison Park in Seattle but her trip was stopped short when police road blocks prevented the vehicle from moving any further. She got out of the vehicle and moved toward the crowd that was forming against the blockade, a massive burglary was taken place at the nearby bank and the robbers were taking hostages. She was about to step back, move away from the scene, images of dead people crossing her mind when her hand was suddenly grabbed by a man in a police uniform. He took one look at her badge on her lab coat, addressed her as 'Doctor Tullen' and pulled her through the crowd of people toward two men that had been shot, one in the leg, the other in the shoulder. Emma worked quickly to stop the bleeding, she was informed that the ambulance was on their way but these men needed medical attention now. Officer Attican, who had pulled her into the scene, left her side and rushed into the bank at the call in on his radio that the suspects were fleeing from the bank out toward the back.

The ambulance came shortly after, more gun shots were heard from the direction of the bank and finally, she heard that the robbers had been apprehended. A medical team rushed inside the bank once all was clear and started to pull men out of the building, as she looked on from the street, she noticed one familiar face on top of a stretcher. It was that of Officer Attican, a dark stain of blood covered his left chest, and his eyes were shut tightly, trying to bear in the pain. Emma instinctively followed after him and onto the ambulance he had been placed upon, he was immediately hooked up to the machine to record his vitals and Emma tore through his clothing to reveal a bullet wound that had pierced his chest. Her eyes widened, with her experience the bullet had missed both ventricles of his heart, barely piercing the chest cavity but had caused a large amount of hemorrhage to take place, causing the heart to increase its rate, spilling more blood and therefore endangering his life by 65%. There was a chance of survival, a slim one but a chance no doubt, Emma didn't hesitate, she didn't falter and grabbed the tools within the ambulance and began preparing him for surgery so that when he made it to the hospital, she could start right away on the procedure.

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Emma awoke from her short nap with the sound of knocking at her office door, she quickly got up, ruffled out the crease in her white coat and opened the door. Officer Attican stood in the doorway, smiling at her, "I heard that I might find you in here," he said, making room so that she could step out. She returned the smile, looking down at the floor before returning her gaze up at him, "I'm glad to see that you are doing a lot better," she commented, and began walking with him to the examination room. As they walked side by side, she recounted the look he had given her as he had been wheeled into the hospital, it was one of trust, knowing that she would help him live. She breathed out, and looked up at the man standing before her, not realizing that she would one day soon rely on him to help her survive as well.



{Occupation} Medical Doctor in Seattle
{Place of Residence} Lives in a house in Seattle, about 3 blocks from the Hospital.
{Relationships}
No attachment to any husband or children
Father- Scott Tullen - Real estate agent
Mother- Jessica Tullen - Website Designer
Both parents are currently on a vacation in Taiwan
Only Child, however her parents have thought of adoption on more than one occasion.

Collaborations: Romantic relationship with Attican [Savannah's character]

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deja BAKER
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[ 17 · xii.x × femme · demisexual × seattle, washington · student ]

SOME WOULD SAY THAT DEJA should really make her presence known. She's quiet, so quiet most people don't even realize she's there. But this isn't her default setting. She's a happy middle between extremely quiet and extremely loud, just like the average person. Shhe just doesn't show it as often. So, she ends up having this effect where she can freak someone out without really trying. Of course, tends to make her laugh anyways, so where exactly does she come up short in all this?

Deja has a habit of looking out for others, or politely informing them of things they don't know. It's not that she's overly smart; she just likes to stay informed. She's usually the first person up to date on any trending story, but it doesn't really stick for that long. She has an intense need to fit in, to be in a place hhave someone notice her as being someone other than the girl that sneaks up on people. So much so that she tends to develop obsessive tendencies towards certain people. Think those special characters from animes, that obsess over oter characters in bizarre ways. She's somewhere along those lines, but not quite so bad.

More thhan anything else, though, Deja has wanted to travel. She's always wanted to fill up scrapbooks with her adventures and have stories to tell to her future children and grandchildren, or anyone who will listen. In preparation, shhe has begun the collection of maps. For popular places, for obscure places. For destinations that will difficult to get to, to places as easy as walking around the corner. Her wanderlust tends to lead her to strange places and she always finds her way back ome somehow. One could say this is part of the reason she'd been sent to live with her aunt in the first place.

ETHNIC GROUPS TEND TO STICK together. Regardless of location, they always seem to find one another. There are definite perks to this, of course, and Deja was privy to this. Born in West Philadelphia, Deja had the full experience of being engulfed her own ethnic group as if she were living in the country her parents came from. Egypt, in a sense, came to her. And she loved it.

She grew up with all the perks, though she found that she couldn't quite connect with her peers. She could really only find her way through social media, and even there things were tough. She was behind on all the slang and everything trending. It was like she'd been locked in a pocket decade without half the things kids her age knew. Sure, there were things she could relate to, could understand in some minimal way, but not truly. And it left her feeling like an outsider.

So she turned further to the internet. She spent her time on the computer gifted to her scrolling trough social media and collecting maps. Her parents weren't entirely concerned. They saw it as part of the teenage experience, and thus, left her be. At least not until she started wandering away from home. She'd be gone for hours on end, merely walking around the city. She'd hopped on a trolley and found her way home.

This alone was enough to worry them, but when it started happening again and again, they grew desperate. While she remained unharmed, the possibilities were endless. They didn't want to have to hear about her death or know nothing at all. It certainly took them quite a lot of thought. Her father's sister had been in the US longer, and seemed to have a firm grasp of the wayward foster children she housed. They assumed she could at least keep an eye on Deja.

Whichh was how she found herself on a plane to Seattle — her first plane ride, at that.

[ relations × family: shahdia, muhammad; bahiti; friend: (open) ]
[ belongings × pocket map ; compass ; camera ; maria cookies ]

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Millie Bobby Brown・Female・Heterosexual・Eleven ( 11 ) Years・Biker Gang

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In first meeting of Quinn Rose James, the one thing to take note of would be her genuine kindness. Ever since she could show her personality as a child, she would help others when she could and try to cheer them up when they needed it. She always had a smile on her face and she tries her best to keep this true even in the mess of things occurring around her. Despite the hardships she has had to endure, Quinn always tries to think of how someone else could had suffered more than she has. She always looks to the bright side to keep those around her positive, and she is not afraid to put her own needs aside to help a friend.

It is clear that Quinn has had to mature much quicker than she would have should the outbreak had not occurred. Despite being merely eleven, she shows wisdom beyond her years when she advocates for helping others, including strangers. She hates to leave people to suffer as she is not a stranger to suffering herself. She puts others before herself, despite often being told to look after herself first, as the children are the future of the human race, now more than ever.

However, despite her attempts to remain her bright and cheerful self, Quinn cannot deny the hardships she has had to endure and sometimes even she can become depressed and find it hard to keep moving on. She is constantly wishing for the madness around her to end, though something tells her it never will. As time goes on, Quinn begins to learn that she must value life over anything else and she becomes much more intent on staying alive than anything else, losing her focus on staying positive.

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The history of Quinn Rose James begins in the bright hospital room 208 of Valley Medical Center in Renton, Washington, not far from Seattle, at 1:28 in the afternoon. A beautiful yet screaming baby girl emerged into the world, the first and only daughter to Kate and Thomas James. It only took a moment to clean the infant off and to stop her crying, and when she opened her ocean-blue eyes, it was clear she would be the happiest child in Renton.

Quinn grew quickly, excelling in both school and extracurriculars. She loved to read and by the time she was in fourth grade, she was reading at a twelfth grade level. She played soccer since first grade and loved to ride her bike anywhere she went, developing strong legs. It helped her as a kid to be able to run quickly, though she never thought about how much it would help her in the future.

She was close with her parents too. As an only child, she had all their attention. She could've asked for anything she wanted, though she was usually reasonable about doing so. Usually. She was quite spoiled, though she was also taught to put others before herself by watching her mother and father put her first. She was on her way to having a perfect life.

A few weeks ago, the James' went on vacation to Oakesdale. Her father had a conference for work and the family decided to make it a quick getaway for them. Being only eleven, Quinn was as excited for Oakesdale as she would have been if they were headed to the Bahamas. It was a short vacation, but she enjoyed every minute of it, happy to spend the time with her parents.

One afternoon, while her father was in a session for his conference, Quinn's mother took her to a local park for her to play. Kate left for a moment to buy a coffee at the nearby Starbucks, confident Quinn could take care of herself. While she was gone, Quinn started a game of tag with a cute white-haired boy about her age, called Lusca. The two got along great immediately, both being very cheerful and happy. They played together for the rest of the afternoon, figuring they wouldn't see each other again because Quinn was to leave for home the next day. She couldn't have been more wrong.

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Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs
◇ Kate Elizabeth James; mother, alive (for now)
◇ Thomas Alfred James; father, alive (for now)
◇ Lusca Henderson ; friend, alive, Kiks

Sᴜᴘᴘʟɪᴇs
◇ Backpack; her bag from vacation, carries her supplies.
◇ Extra clothes; one pair of jeans, a t shirt, and slip-on shoes.
◇ Food; a couple granola bars and a nut mix packet.
◇ Necklace; a silver locket with a picture of her and her parents inside.

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ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ⇢ 5"3
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ⇢ skinny, waifish
ʜᴀɪʀ ⇢ dark brown, almost black
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ⇢ hazel

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ↴

Jasmine or Jazz as most people know her, is every parent's worst nightmare. A passionate tearaway kid, with a skewed moral compass and perilously light fingers, Jazz is nothing like the angelic exterior she portrays. Thankfully there's no parents around to be disappointed by her behaviour and with her brother always working, Jazz gets away with an awful lot. Some might consider her wild and unruly, but she's a creative type and simply prefers to live life on the edge. Her propensity to steal started a very young age. When she was very little she'd pinch pastries and sweets from the bakery, that later became things from her mother's jewellery box and once her parents were jailed it became just about anything that Jasmine could get her hands on. Deep down she knows it's wrong, but when her pockets are lined with money from the pawn shop and there's a stash of watches under her bed, Jazz couldn't really care less.

Though she has there fairly serious faults Jazz has a few redemptive qualities. She's very family orientated, looking after her sister and younger brother when Jos is working and trying to help them all out where she can. People seem to forget that she's still a kid sometimes and she does need looking after. Thankfully there's Jos for that, but when he's working three jobs just to keep the lights on, there's often a lot of responsibility placed on Jasmine. She's an intelligent girl, but lazy in school and has been assured countless times by her teachers, that if she actually put her mind to it (and turned up to class) Jazz would do really well. She does possess a bitter streak - especially as she's grown up without much - and it's because of this that Jazz is prone to being snappy and moody, occasionally around her siblings. With her parents and older sisters not around to blame, most of her anger falls on Jos. Beneath it all she loves him dearly, but in the heat of the moment, it tends to be Jos who faces most of her criticism.

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Mɪsᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜs ↴
ʟɪᴋᴇs ⇢ painting, smoking, dark coloured clothes, the rain
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs⇢ authority, school, small children, chores
sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs ⇢ petty thievery, pretending she's 'okay'
ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs ⇢ reckless, impulsive, kind of whiny
ғᴇᴀʀs⇢ losing the family she has left, small spaces
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Watching the police arrest her Mom and Dad was one of Jasmine's earliest memories. She was four years old, tucked in behind her brother as her parents were wrestled into the back of a patrol car, their shouts and yells resonating off the terrace houses that lined the street. Jazz remembered the faces of their neighbours peeking through the curtains, the accusatory glances of passersby on the street. She never understood why that memory stuck with her through all the years. Jazz had long forgotten the sights and smells of the Gilgam family bakery, the sound of her mothers voice when she wasn't angry - only thoughts of that fateful day, the day of their arrest lingered in her mind.

The years that followed didn't bode well for any of the Gilgam kids. Their parents wrote occasionally, but the few letters they did send - Jasmine never got a chance to read. By the time she'd actually learnt, her older sister had burnt every single one and refused to divulge the contents. For Jasmine the next few years were a miserable blur - school became her escape though not for long - back in the family home it was measly dinners, a shared bed and no heating. Jazz couldn't forget the nights she'd sit up reading books, shuddering from the cold, only for one of her siblings to yell at her to go to sleep. It wasn't long after that when the eldest - who had long grown tired of caring for them all - upped and left, taking some of their savings with her. Jasmine was only young at the time, but part of her could understand why her sister had done it. There was no life for her in their crappy little apartment, what young girl wanted to be tied down by a bunch of kids?

Life went on though, and Jazz merely kept her head down through the family turmoil, the arguments and the fights over sleeping arrangements. With the eldest gone there was a little extra room in their tiny apartment but it didn't make the living arrangements any more agreeable. Jazz kept to herself more often than not, spending longer at school just to escape the conditions at home. She couldn't fault her other sister though, she quit school to work, earning enough to at least keep the lights on and put food on the table. For a year or so the family had a sort of stability. But eventually, even that became too much. Their sister had given up her dreams to look after them and when the first good thing came her way, she snapped it right up. Jazz never knew the guys name but he fell head over heels for her sister and whisked her away from the family home. She'd written a couple of times since then, the odd letter about college and her wedding, but it's all been quiet recently - as if she's happy to forget what she left behind.

With the eldest two gone that left Jos as the sole source of income. And Jazz watched as he too quit school and sought out a job in the city. Jasmine hated to see him do that, he was the smartest person she knew and part of her always felt he was wasting himself in quitting for work. But what choice did they have. She was too young to work, the other two kids needed feeding and clean clothes and electricity. Barely a year passed before Jasmine started stealing. Jos was working all the time, the other kids needed food - and taking the odd watch or purse from some rich old person didn't matter. It gave Jazz enough pocket change to buy a meal at school so there'd be more for her siblings at dinner, she even had extra leftover to buy clothes that didn't look quite so tatty. When Jos asked about the new t-shirt or the headband she'd lie and talk about gifts or lost property at school. But he worked it out eventually and after a long shouting match she promised it wouldn't happen again.

That was a lie. It stopped for a while, at least it did - until Jazz met Connor. She was fifteen at the time, he was a senior at her highschool and Jasmine desperately wanted to impress him. And so she started cutting class, missing school to hang out with him and his friends in parking lots in the city. She tried alcohol, she started smoking and though Jos never found out about Connor, Jazz was certain her brother knew about the other stuff. She wouldn't realise until she was that little bit older, quite how badly Connor treated her in the year they spent together. Jazz was young and he took advantage of that - when he was arrested for drug possession a few months after they broke up, Jasmine was actually glad of it. Since then her grades have picked up a little, but she recently lost her job after the boss caught her stealing lipstick off the make-up counter. Jos doesn't know about that just yet and she's not really sure she wants to tell him either. The stealing hasn't exactly stopped but Jazz prefers to take a more opportunistic approach now, that's not to say there isn't a stash of watches and jewellery under her bed - but she's at least become a little more selective with her targeting. Jasmine knows if she can just make it through the next year of school then things might just start to look up a little though. Until then though she's resigned herself to just accepting what she has.

Iᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ Bᴇʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢs ↴
• Pencil and sketchpad
• Lighter
• A few stolen watches and bracelets

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Sɪsᴛᴇʀ ⇢ Jaedyn Gilgam
Bʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢ Josiah Gilgam
Bʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢
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Name: Sunny O'Keith
Age: 15
Student
Important Items: Her books, wolf Otis, iPod, and her journal
Relationship Status: Single

Sunny is a quiet, but fiery, girl, that loves to read, listen to music, and run. Her bestfriend is her pet Otis, and her favorite thing to do is to get lost in other worlds, through books. She doesn't runaway from much, and she doesn't trust easily. Mostly an introvert, Sunny isn't very social, and can be found in the library at lunch during school. Her favorite hangout is the Seattle General Hospital, where her mom works. If she has something heavy on her mind, you can usually find her running in a nearby park, earbuds plugged in, and Otis at her side.

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Some moms are workaholics, its just how it is. Mrs. O'Keith was no stranger to 18 hour shifts in the ER at the Seattle General Hospital. She worked up until she was literally giving birth in a hallway, her co-workers helped her into a bed and rushed her to a delivery room. No one showed up when little Sunny was born, the fiery haired child, with sea-blue eyes. She looked just like her mother, curls and all, the other nurses oohed and ahhhed over the child, but the father never came to visit, despite being notified that his wife had just spent nine hours in labor. Mrs. O'Keith's family all lived too far away to visit, and she didn't have any friends outside of work. So she and baby spent two days of one-on-one time together, before being sent home for two weeks of maternity leave, all that was required. She returned to work as soon as she legally could, desperate to get away from the man she was tethered to, placing little Sunny in the daycare that the hospital provided.

Sunny grew up in the hospital really, at least until she was of school age. She was only home when her mom was home, and away when her mom was away, so she rarely saw her father for the first five years of her life. It wasn't until she began school that she really got a glimpse of the man that helped to make her. Her mom worked long hours at the hospital, and since Sunny was too old for the daycare, she wasn't allowed to hide there any longer, forcing her to either be home with her father, or at the neighbors house, which wasn't much better. Though she saw some rages, and other things that a child should never see, Sunny did not hate her mom or dad for it. Sure she was angry at times, and frustrated, but she never wished for different parents, mostly because she believed everyone's parents were like that. It was normal, right? Sunny became a book work at the tender age of seven, and never stopped, her only other outlet was music, and she made sure to keep her iPod and earbuds with her, wherever she went.

When she was fourteen her mom got her a pet, he was half wolf, half malamute, and she named him Otis. He became her best friend, and protector. Sunny never really made friends at school, she was very introverted, and had no trust for others. Her one true confidant, apart from Otis, was her mother. But the two rarely saw one another, so she couldn't count on her much. As she entered high school, Sunny began hanging around the hospital again, mostly on weekends, so she didn't have to see her dad and his 'episodes'. She would hang out in the locker room where her mom, and the other nurses, changed and kept their things, or in the break room. She would do her homework, then read, or listen to music. Otis would wait outside, or she would leave him in the backyard of her house. Her mom would make disapproving comments if she caught Sunny there, but she never forced her to leave, mostly because of her own guilt at leaving her daughter to her own devices so much of her life.

Sunny is now 15, and barely noticing as life passes her by. She completes her school work, makes straight A's, joins in on discussions when its required, and does her housework of the bare minimum. Mostly Sunny is looking forward to adulthood, college, when she can be out on her own, and making her own path, whatever that turned out to be. Anything had to be better than what she was living then. Sometimes she dreams that she'll grow up and be a doctor, something her mom would love. Other times she wonders if she'll just be a bum, much like her dad, and fail society... Only time will tell what is in store for this young teenager.

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Name: Reagan Kim
Age: 24
Status: Single
Profession: To-be surgeon, currently participating in residency
Valuables: Scalpel, first aid kit, herbal medicine book



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She didn't have a name for the first eight weeks of her life, a little pink bundle was found in an alley when she was only a few days old. She was put into an orphanage immediately, in a crib next to many others. The orphanage had a good thirty cribs in one room, the babies ranging in age. The women on duty had time to feed, and change each child every day, but never the time to really hold, or nurture the babies. It was a difficult situation, with no real answer at the time. The infant in question was in the orphanage for eight weeks before her life really began, that was when a young couple first visited South Korea to visit her, and to begin the adoption process. The couple could not have children of their own, finding Reagan was like finding home. They saw the rosy cheeked, sweet mannered child, and instantly fell in love. A few months later and they took her home, New York, New York. She went from a small, rural town, to the big apple. Not that she really knew that, she was just a baby after all. The child, Reagan, got a name, a family, and a home, all at once. Some people didn't agree with the couple's adoption, some thought that they should have adopted within their own country, others believed that the couple should have 'tried' harder to have one of their own, His parents believed that they shouldn't have adopted out of their own race. Through all of the conflict though, the couple stood strong, and loved their new member of their family with all their heart.

Though there were opposing views at first, slowly but surely everyone either loved Reagan, or disappeared completely out of the families life. Reagan was raised very loved, well nurtured, and taught to follow her dreams. Reagan was a very imaginative little girl, and often played alone, she felt more comfortable with her stuffed animals as companions than playing with other children. Her parents tried to encourage her to be more sociable, and she would be, for their sake. But her comfort zone was definitely being on her own, or with family only. Strangers made her anxious, and she always had to think, and rethink, over what she would say, or how she would act when she was meeting new people, or around 'acquaintances'. Her best friend was a little boy named Caleb, he was the maids son, and he was her age. The maid and her son lived in the penthouse with her parents and she. So the two grew up quite close, and shared everything with each other, almost like siblings. Him and his mother were originally from the Philippians, Reagan's parents paid for them to get their green cards, and paid the mother very well. So well that Caleb and Reagan attended the same private school in New York.

Reagan's parents never 'pressured' her into going into any certain type of career, they always encouraged her to follow her heart, and to do what she loved as she grew older. Reagan decided that medical school was the way she wanted to go, she wanted to help children in need. At first her goal was only to be a general doctor, but as she went through school, Reagan changed her mind. Pediatric Surgery was what she ended up deciding by the end of it all, and it would take a lot of schooling, and hard work. She never experienced the 'party' thing in college, she was too busy studying, and taking 21 hour semesters, sleeping wasn't even usually an option. Residency was going to be next, so her life wouldn't be changing all that much. With Reagan being pretty serious about her career, and so busy during college, she hasn't dated yet. She's going into her first year of Residency this year at Seattle General. Her parents are going to miss her, they were hoping she would choose to do her residency at a New York hospital, but she chose Seattle instead. There are some long days ahead of her, and she's looking forward to them, she has no thoughts of romance, or friends, just work, and saving lives.

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Lila was born in a little house in Kentucky, her mother believed in having your children at home. She had already delivered two boys before Lila at home, and those births had gone smoothly. Lila's was no different, the delivery process only took four short hours, mother and baby were perfectly healthy. A doctor made a house visit days later, checking on both of them, he wasn't surprised that they both were in perfect health. He'd sort of gotten used to the Jones family, they were very much a self-sustaining family, and did not go off of their property often. Lila would spend the first seven years of her life in this semi-like compound. For Lila it was normal, she had never been off of her mothers 759 acres of land, and they lived with all of her mothers family, Lila never even thought to question where her father was. She ran the Kentucky land with her cousins, wild and free to do as they pleased, living off of the land, and learning things that most little ones never dreamed of learning about taking care of gardens, weaving, hunting, ect.

Then it happened, a young man, and several other young men, showed up on the property, where all of the women and children were living. The men demanded to have rights to their children that were running rampant, without an education or structure. The women of course refused, and even ran the men off a few times with guns and threats. This went off and on for three years, Lila was ten years old when a man, that looked much like herself, picked her up and put her in his 'car'. She'd never been in one, and it absolutely terrified her, the little girl had her hands pressed against the back window, staring, as he drove away, she had to watch her mother struggle with officers, as they shoved her into a police car. There was no running water, electricity, or proof of education, so the mothers were stripped of their rights to the twenty-something children they found on the property. The fathers were granted full custody of their children, pending on DNA tests. None of it made sense to little Lila. She only knew that she was being ripped away from the only place she had ever known. She refused to even speak for almost a year, and did not do well with being moved up north. Her father tried putting her into a public school, Lila was kicked out within a week. Her father asked his parents to help, for he was at a lost as what to do.

His parents hired a tutor, a nanny and a play therapist for their granddaughter, hoping that this might be enough. They all discussed it, and decided to make a plan to let Lila live at home for the next two years, while getting caught up in her studies and getting the help she needed. Her father, Darius, would be home as much as he could, excluding the time he had to be at work, and the grandparents would visit every weekend. Giving the child a repetitive schedule, and the same people in her life daily, would surely help her. Lila fought against every part of the plan for months, but eventually she began to trust her dad, as well as the doting grandparents, at least a little bit. It would take almost four more years before they would allow her to attend public school, and would develop any sort of normal relationship with Lila.

Lila is now a senior in high school, and she is doing well. She's involved in tech theater, photography, and chorus. Her grandparents still have dinner with she and her dad every Sunday, and she continues therapy as well. Lila understands better now why her father wanted more for her than what her mother could provide, and she could logically see how it would seem she was in danger. Still, it was a struggle not to drive her car down to Kentucky and look for her mom, she still had dreams of running through daisy fields with the care-free woman that had raised her in the beginnings of her life. She longed to let her mother hold her, to let her play with her hair, but that wasn't an option, yet. One day, one day she would search out her mother, when she could handle walking away from her. Lila and her therapist felt that Lila would too easily be sucked into her mothers lifestyle at the present time, and that was not what she needed. Lila needed to finish high school, to go to college, to begin a real life for herself. Plus her dad would not handle her disappearing well, he was very attached to his little girl, and would not let her just walk away like that, neither would her grandparents.

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-Notebook she writes in daily
-Favorite hoody

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ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ⇢ 5"4
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ⇢ slim but curvy
ʜᴀɪʀ ⇢ sandy blonde
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ⇢ brown

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Robin is a quirky, energetic individual with a passion for life and an optimism to match. She's forward thinking, highly curious and always reaching for the next best thing. Her bubbly personality and laid back demeanour has only helped to further her career in radio, launching her into a number one spot on Seattle's prime time station. Friendly and always up for a laugh Robin has never struggled to talk to people, she's something of a chatterbox and finds it easy to lapse into conversation with just about anyone. She's fairly persuasive and good at asking questions, always capable of enticing answers out of people - especially when on air. That's not to say she's pushy, Robin maintains a fairly relaxed approach to her work and is simply good with her words. Happiness is the only thing that Robin really strives for, and despite some struggles in the past she's now realised she's exactly where she wants to be.

A fun loving and somewhat reckless woman, Robin definitely has her hot mess moments. She's been single for as long as she can remember, a combination of work and her inability to commit have left her on her own for quite some time. Not that it bothers Robin, everything else in her life is just about okay so she doesn't have any complaints. Underneath Robin's bright exterior she does suffer from some insecurities, concerns mostly regarding her achievements and also her appearance, though she tends to shove these to the back of her mind if she can help it. With Robin what really shines through is her smile and her general positive outlook on life. You can always count on her to cheer you up when you're feeling down and with her dry sense of humour and infectious smile, Robin is someone who's always easy to get along with. She's a fairly hopeful individual and is very good at building others up, Robin loves what she does because if she's making just one person's morning better than that's enough for her.

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ʟɪᴋᴇs ⇢ baseball, music, fast food, bonfires on the beach
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs⇢ corporate BS, family dinners, awkward silences
sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs ⇢ confident, witty, persuasive, observant
ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs ⇢ inability to shut up, over-excitement
ғᴇᴀʀs⇢ losing her job, flying, bees
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Robin's start in New York is worlds away from the life she knows now. She grew up in a rich, suburban neighbourhood, the second and youngest child of Callum and Victoria Levy - two successful, and highly talented individuals working in the field of commerical law. Though her parents would never admit it, Robin grew up second best to the perfect child, the golden boy - Ethan Levy. Her brother was one of those kids that somehow attained huge levels of popularity while also being a complete and utter asshole. Star player on the football team, student body president and finally valedictorian of his class at Harvard Law. He was the sickening, walking cliche and Robin - comparatively - was something of a disappointment to her social climbing parents. That's not to say Robin's a failure because she's not, there are just some types of people who measure success differently and her parents are almost certainly those 'type of people'.

High school for Robin wasn't great. A childhood of being pushed around by Ethan should have probably prepared her for what was to come, but somehow high school was worse than she could have predicted. Something about the combination of being shy, awkward and not particularly stylish didn't exactly make for the best experience. That's not to say that Robin went through anything particularly harrowing - no more than the standard bitching and everyday rumour mill, but more than enough to realise that she wanted out as quickly as possible. Unlike Ethan - who's photo still adorns the walls of Trinity High School, Robin didn't make much of mark there.

But what she did do was knuckle down, save as much as she could and finally, achieve the grades she needed to get the hell out. Robin might have gone to Harvard, (she had the grades to do it) but the constant pressure from her parents and her brother's smug demeanour were enough to put her off. And so Robin upped sticks and travelled for a year, before deciding to move as far away from her family and New York as she could manage. That brought her to Washington State University. Studying law would have been the obvious choice, but Robin was curious by nature and it soon became apparent that law wasn't the right fit for her. She pursued journalism instead and it was there, at university, that Robin really found herself and her passion. She made friends, and good friends at that - a combination of medical students, history buffs and computer nerds. And even got herself a job. At first it didn't mean much, a crappy segment on KCWU-FM (the university radio station) but quite quickly Robin fell in love with it, and soon realised that it was radio journalism she wanted to pursue.

She graduated at the top of her class a few years later and much to her surprise Robin's family made the trip to see her on the day. It was awkward to say the least, and her mother's constant pushy remarks about being a new anchor reminded Robin exactly why she had left in the first place, but part of her was glad they had come. Instead of moving home after graduation Robin decided to stay in Washington, she found a cheap apartment in Seattle and was lucky enough to secure a runner job at KEXP radio - the highest ranking station in the city. It didn't pay much, but just getting her foot on the ladder was enough for Robin. Five years on and it's fair to say that she's done pretty well for herself (though her parents still avoid talking about her with the neighbours). She's the lead anchor for morning radio and tends to carry most of the sports stories that hit the headlines. Popular amongst the city residence and well known for her social media presence Robin is unrecognisbale from the shy retiring girl who once walked the halls of Trinity High.

She's recently purchased her own apartment in Seattle and is renting out the spare room to Joseph, who she befriended whilst still working on the college campus. Still in contact with a few close friends from CWU she tends to keep herself busy visiting them and is known to throw several gatherings a month at her place. A little unlucky in love - especially after making circuits on the celebrity scene - Robin realises she probably needs to look outside of her work when it comes to relationships. For now though, she's happy and certainly kept busy by all that her radio station has to offer. Tune into KEXP 90.3 FM to hear all that she has to say on current events or alternatively follow her on twitter @radiorobin!

Iᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ Bᴇʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢs ↴
• CB Radio Transceiver
• Old film camera
• Baseball bat signed by The Seattle Mariners

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Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢ Callum Levy
Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢ Victoria Levy, née Roberts
Bʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢ Ethan Levy
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ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ⇢ 5'6"
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ⇢ delicate, thin, petite
ʜᴀɪʀ ⇢ light brown, caramel
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ⇢ chocolate brown

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Arabella has a brilliant mind and loves to debate, whether the topic is current politics or esoteric ideology. She seeks an honest, intelligent exchange and is elated when she meets her match. She's interested in everything in life and is genuinely interested in other people. She wants to know what people think and how they formed their opinions. Her passion can flare as easily as a fire doused with gasoline. By the same token, her fire can be extinguished if she's robbed of her natural need for freedom and being center stage. If she senses an injustice, she'll feel outraged and won't rest until justice has been re-established. She can be self-absorbed and self-centered, but she can just as easily abandon all thought of herself if she sees someone in trouble. She'll rush in where fools never would, but she will conquer all obstacles and come out victorious. Arabella is impulsive and tends to speak before she thinks, which can get her into trouble. She does seem to value the ties of friendship, though highly selectively with her closer friends while also befriending nearly every stranger she meets. While charming and alluring, she is also very stubborn and vocal about her wants and needs, while having the tendency to announce those orders out to whomever is in the vicinity. Arabella is very energetic, finding herself becoming restless and unfocused if sitting in one place for too long, though there isn't much she can do about that.

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ʟɪᴋᴇs ⇢ sports, milkshakes, animals, driving, history
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs⇢ mathematics, seafood, pressure, bad odors
sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs ⇢ communication, decision making, serious
ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs ⇢ stubborn, hotheaded, emotional, scared
ғᴇᴀʀs⇢ being alone, death, separation from her family
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Arabella Winters has had a very simple life. She has a simple, loving family. They live in a very simple household in a simple neighborhood. She went to a simple high school and now she is attending a simple university. Her relationships are all very simple and she glides through life just very simply.

They are your average family. Mother and father have their first child while they are still in their younger years, finding a nice place to live and taking care of their first child comfortably. Theodore and Liana Winters lived modestly back then with her father was working odd jobs to support the family and her mother was finishing her education with a history major. Regardless of that stress, they lived nicely with little problems supporting their first child, her brother, Kade. Three years later, her family has advanced a bit from their modest apartment to a nicer place and Liana is pregnant again. When Arabella was born, the family was rushing to pay their bills and get sufficient funds to pay for all that came with raising a newborn child. But, they pulled through in the end.

Arabella was a very spoiled child. Once the family got their funds together and invested in opening a store, their wages raised significantly. They were much better off now and her parents liked to use their newfound wealth on their children. She and her brother were allowed all of their whims at that young age and this kind of relationship with their parents continues even today.

Always under the public eye, Arabella loved the attention she received first from all of her parents' friends and their children and then later on, the attention that she received from all of her peers at school. She's a very beautiful girl and naturally, people tend to flock to her. This made growing up in this city a very easy and lovely time for her. With the privileged lifestyle she's been coasting through, Arabella never really has had to work for anything in her life. Every opportunity seemed to just fall into her hands. Naturally intelligent and well spoken, scholarships for a prestigious academy were handed out to her. Beautiful, many wished to date her or look like her. A kind person, people immediately wished to become friends with this very well rounded person.

Arabella loved her life as a high school cheerleader. She's gone through it all -- the football player boyfriend, the silly school girl crush on the hot History teacher, the playful flirtation with the smartest kid in the class to get some help on a big grade. This kind of behavior has followed her into her college life. Her whole life has been incredibly easy for her, which is why what is about to happen is going to change everything for her.

As of now, she is working at her parent's shop, a modest store that sells all kinds of items from things like books to old records. She's been visited by a curious elder man for some time now and while she's not ready to have him meet her parents yet, it's getting more and more difficult to hide the relationship. She's been seeing him for two months now, yet Arabella still doesn't know much about his complicated past. All she knows that is he cannot ever run into her family.

Iᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ Bᴇʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢs ↴
• Mother's favorite ring attached to a necklace chain
• Charged flash light
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Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢ Theodore Winters
Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢ Liana Winters
Bʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢ Kade Winters
Cᴏᴜsɪɴ ⇢ Liam Winters
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ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ⇢ 5"3
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ⇢ slender
ʜᴀɪʀ ⇢ cropped, blonde
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ⇢ hazel brown

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Allie is a sweet natured young girl, angelic both in face and in action, with a kind and optimistic demeanour. She's a shy, softly-spoken little thing who's never had a bad word to say about anyone. Growing up as the youngest daughter in a fairly religious household Allie has led something of a sheltered life. She's naive and has a tendency to trust people before she really knows them. Not one to voice her opinions or her feelings, Allie tends to bottle a lot of the problems she finds herself facing. She struggles to talk to people, and this doesn't just apply to strangers, even her own family seldom get a word out of her. Of everyone it's probably only Clay who sees the real Allie, the girl behind the quiet and obedient demeanour. The girl who's passionate about words, who likes to dance and who's smile could light up the darkest day. It's not a side she tends to show around her family at least. The Dayan's weren't always so protective of Allie, so strict - but the death of her older sister made them fearful and with that fear came the crippling rules and the helicopter parenting.

Above all else it's kindness that Allie radiates, she's not someone you could ever envision raising their voice or even swearing, she doesn't argue and she doesn't disagree. Some might say that she's weak-willed, that she lacks spirit but in all sense Allie is merely too nice to warrant such a response. When she's surrounded by the things she truly cares about Allie does seem to come alive, she loves music and poetry, and finds joy in words. For Allie the outside world is her haven and any opportunity to see it and explore fills her with a sense of wonderment. There's a lot out there that's new to her, and Allie knows if she could only shed the protective shield her parents have in place she might just get a chance to truly be herself. For now though she is fine just getting by as things are, doing as she's told, sticking to her parents curfew and trying her hardest not to disappoint them as deep down that's something she fears most of all.

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ʟɪᴋᴇs ⇢ horse riding, sunsets, daisies, the smell of books
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs⇢ thunder storms, people yelling, sitcoms
sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs ⇢ optimism, inspiring people, kindness
ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs ⇢ shy, doesn't stand up for herself, obedient
ғᴇᴀʀs⇢ losing Clay, disappointing her parents
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Whitman County is the only home that Allie has ever truly known. The youngest daughter of Yosef and Sonia Dayan, Allie was born on the sprawling family farm and has scarcely left it since. Though it was never voiced around the family home, Allie's birth came as something of a surprise. Her parents already had two much older teenagers, Allie's sister Katia and brother Mordecai. Her parents and siblings cherished Allie all the same, she was the sweet child, the one who could do no wrong and who's angelic laughter could lift the room. Some of Allie's earliest memories came from that time, from being lifted on her Mord's shoulders whilst Kat chased the family dog across the farm. They were happier times, and the only real memories that Allie had of her sister.

It was a car accident that changed everything for the family, for Allie. She was little more than four years old when seventeen year old Katja went out to a friend's party and never came home. The car she was travelling in collided with a tractor at a junction, everyone in the vehicle was killed on impact. The police later found out that the driver of the car and Katia's then boyfriend was more than three times over the limit. That day changed everything for the family. Allie blocked out most of what followed, the cops at the door, her mother's screaming face, her father's drinking...but the family never truly recovered. The impact of Katia's death hit them all hard. Allie's parents had always been protective of their daughter, but in the aftermath of her sister's death they became stifling.

For much of her childhood Allie accepted their constant presence, their instistence on driving her to school, accompanying her to the mall, and even picking her up from her friends at the end of the street. It was just how things were for Allie. Her father especially, was wary of the people Allie chose to associate with and this worry only grew as Allie reached her teens. Through the curfews, and the disagreements about meeting friends, Allie remained the obedient and ever well-behaved daughter - it simply wasn't in her nature to argue with them. Unlike Katia, Allie had never possessed a rebellious streak, had never desired to sneak out or drink behind her parents back. Yet Allie still longed for something of a life, a semblance of normal in her sheltered little world. And that came to her in the form of Clay Dawson.

She was sixteen years old when he first started working on the farm, looking after her father's horses and helping out in the fields. At first she was too shy to enter the barn when he was there. But gradually she built up the courage, and the two would exchange smiles as Allie groomed her horse or rearranged the tack room. Pretty soon she found herself making excuses just to spend time in the barn, and it wasn't long before someone picked up on that. It was her brother Mord who saw right through the excuses and made passing comments whenever he came over for dinner. Allie never took the bait though and tried to avoid her parents (and brother's) watchful eyes whenever she could manage. Gradually Allie and Clay grew closer, she spoke to him, she opened up to him and she began to realise just how much she'd missed out on over the years.

It might have been Clay's influence that caused the first crack in Allie's sheltered little life. After one dinner she found herself in a blazing row with her family. It was something small, something stupid that she couldn't even remember if she tried to - but it was enough to start a screaming match, one that ended with Katia's name on her lips. Allie fled from the house soon after, raced right off the porch and straight into an incoming storm. She walked for miles, as the rain pelted down, soaked her down to the skin. And eventually she found herself at a junction, the same one where Katia had lost her life. It was Clay who found her there, shivering with the cold as the rain washed the tears off her face. Clay who listened as she talked about the life she hated, and Clay who took her home when the rain stopped.

Her family never spoke of that night, and things went back the same as before only Allie's father was perhaps a little more accepting of Clay being around his daughter. That's not to say that the rules changed, simply that Yosef trusted the kid enough to let him get on with his work. That night changed Allie though, made her realise that she didn't want to be cooped up anymore, didn't want to hide away from the world. She took to sneaking around a bit more after that, lying to say that she was staying at her friends house or stealing rare minutes in the barn with Clay. Allie came to realise that it wasn't just Clay's connection to the real world that made her like him, but something more. He was kind, sweet and he'd saved her in more ways than one. Allie knows things between them will never work out, not while her family looms over her shoulder, but for now they get by and that's all she can really ask for.

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Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ & Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs ↴
Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢ Yosef Dayan
Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢ Sonia Dayan née Elman
Bʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ⇢ Mordecai Dayan
Sɪsᴛᴇʀ ⇢ Katia Dayan deceased
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「One person can’t change the world, but you can become another person’s world. A warm, bright, and peaceful world. If all people could be someone’s bright, peaceful, good world, one becomes ten, and then a hundred, and the good world grows

✿Kaia Pence    ✿19    ✿Seattle
✿Female    ✿Heterosexual    ✿Sous Chef

❀Diana Melison

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Traits
♡Independent
♡Forthright
♡Unforgiving(at times)
♡Strong willed

「To some people love is like a sign of victory, like a medal or trophy, they like to use to boast about. To some people love is a process of waiting endlessly for the other person with all their heart. To that woman love is a secret that can’t be exposed to others, not even to herself

❝Ａ  Ｒｅｍｅｍｂｒａｎｃｅ ❞

Most children don't have mob bosses visiting them in the nursery ward of the hospital just after being born. Kaia Pence wasn't most people, and that was evident when her fathers 'associates' came to pay their respects when she was born. Her mother died giving birth to Kaia, so she had no clue that there were dangerous men visiting her only daughter. Though she probably wouldn't have thought them dangerous, her husband had always kept his dealings private, not involving her sensitive heart. Kaia's mother was such an innocent soul, uncorrupted by the world, and it was the reason that Kaia's dad, Joe, fell in love with her. The two were complete opposites, yet they matched so perfectly in many ways. It was a sad, yet rejoicing, day when Kaia was born. Joe never blamed his daughter for his wife's death, he was thankful that he had a part of her to look at every day, and swore that he would raise a good, strong daughter.

Little did Joe know, but his daughter was going to give him hell, and she would be the most stubborn little person that he met in his entire life. She was three the first time that she walked in on her father interrogating someone, his hand was on a young guy's throat and he was yelling at the guy in Italian. Kaia simply rose her brows, put her tiny hands on her hips, and asked what bad thing the man had done, and why wasn't her daddy letting the man's mommy or daddy take care of it themselves? Joe was flabbergasted by the question, as well as outraged that his daughter had witnessed him doing something so brutal. Where was the girls nanny? This was when Joe began worrying about corrupting his daughter's innocence, he assumed, wrongly, that Kaia was like her mother. Kaia's personality was much more like her father's, though her looks were almost an exact image of her mom.

At seven Kaia was put under the supervision of a Nanny from France, she was an older woman, around 58. She was experienced in being a caretaker, since she had seven children herself, all grown of course. She was also an excellent cook, so she and Kaia spent their free time in the kitchen. Since Joe never did take on another wife, Kaia was dependent on the nannies that came into her life to teach her the 'motherly' like things. Though none really had attempted to before, Anne did. The first thing she taught Kaia to make was pasta, because if you could cook pasta, then you could eat every night. Pasta went with everything, according to Ms. Anne. Kaia fell in love with the woman, it was like having a mother. Joe wasn't blind, about two years into having Ms. Anne around he realized how deep the relationship between his daughter and the nanny went, he doubled the womans salary, he could afford it. Plus Ms. Anne could handle his daughter, Kaia was still stubborn, and resistant a lot of the time, but she would listen to Ms. Anne, and that meant something to Joe.

Sweet sixteen, that was when Kaia really started being more independent than ever. She wanted to drive her own car, go to parties by herself, date, and get a real job. Joe was against everything that meant his little girl was growing up. So he said no to all of these things, for several months! Slowly though Kaia wore on him, and he began to adhere to the changes that his daughter so craved. He gave her a Jeep wrangler, then he allowed her to go on chaperoned dates, Ms. Anne attended these. A year later he allowed her to go on dates alone, and a party here and there. Joe still had the notion that his daughter needed to be shielded from the world, but Kaia had seen more than she let on. Kaia knew who her dad was, and all of her 'uncles' that were around most of the time. She had peeked, prodded, and investigated over the years, until she knew most of what her dad and his friends did. So his 'protection' was for nothing, when it came to the real world. Kaia had peeked through enough doorways to have seen people killed, tortured, praised, for drugs to change hands as well as money and other miscellaneous things.

When Kaia graduated she decided to tell her daddy that she knew about his line of work, that she knew a lot of the inner workings, without his help. Joe was livid, to say the least, at first. But after a few days Joe realized how much it felt like a load was lifted off of his shoulders. Sure it wasn't exactly something a dad want's a child to know, but it was nice to have everything out in the open, him and Kaia had such an open relationship, most of the time, that it had been hard for him to keep that secret. So the two began talking more openly about things, Kaia admitted that she didn't really ever want to be in his line of work, but that she could handle the truth of it all. Kaia applied to be a dishwasher at a local restaurant after high school, college not in her mind. She wanted to start from the bottom, and work her way up to be a world renowned chef. Within two years she'd worked up from dishwasher, to server, to line chef, to sous chef. She loves her job, and works her booty off for every cent she makes.

Relationships
✿Daddy, Joe
✿Alex, Best Friend

{ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢ } Stateside - The Way We Were & Dorothy - Raise Hell
{ ғɪʀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ } Claudia
{ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ } Louise
{ ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ } Martin
{ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ ﹠ ᴀʟɪᴀs } Usually just goes by Claudia but friends have called her CM and Claws



{ ᴀɢᴇ } Twenty one
{ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ } June 1
{ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ } 4:31
{ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ } Seattle, Washington
{ ᴡᴇsᴛᴇʀɴ ᴢᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ } Gemini

{ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ } Female
{ sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ } Heterosexual
{ ᴄʀᴜsʜ } Open
{ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs } Single { Reserved }
{ ᴘᴀsᴛ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs }
¤ Her last relationship was during her senior year of high school. He boyfriend wasn't happy with her choice to pursue music so she kicked him to the road.

{ ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ } | Perrie Edwards | 5'4 | 123 lbs | Pale Blonde Hair | Blue Eyes | Petite Frame | Marks: (view spoiler)[Claudia has a small group of scars on her left arm from falling on glass by accident as a kid. (hide spoiler)] | Tattoo |
{ ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ } American
{ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʏᴘᴇ } O Positive



{ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ }

[] Claudia is that person that you can come to, no matter what. If you ask for advice, she'll give you advice. She likes helping others before herself but she also knows that sometimes she can't help others. She has become strong willed for the sake that she isn't giving up on her dream and she won't let anyone put her down. She has the determination to get where she needs to be.
[] Claudia is creative, she loves to just letting her mind wonder and its also where she comes up with her music. Everyone who meets her usually has nothing bad to say. She's that happy and goofy girl that wants to see the best in people but it can be her flaw. She knows there are evils out there but she tries to stay positive about everything. Also Claudia can be easily pursueded, whether it be by flirtation or someone needing help.
[] Friends of her all say that she has your back in a fight or if you need a shoulder to cry. She puts her family and friends before herself and would die for them. Her loyalty to you will stay but if you backstab her she will cut ties. She hates being pushed around and has now gotten to the point that she won't let it happen if she can help it.



{ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ }

[] Claudia was born in Seattle to Jessica and Arthur Martin. Her parents had once been in love and were for the first few years of her life. Claudia's mother had always sung to her when she was a baby and into her toddler years to soothe her nightmares. It was when Claudia was six when her father turned to drinking because of being fired. He always had a beer on the weekends while his buddies were over but he turned to alcohol after losing his job. Arthur wasn't the kind of drunk that you wanted to mess with, he was a angry drunk. Eventually after a few years of no luck in finding a job and trashing the house from his little tantrums he started to beat his wife.
[] Claudia was ten when she saw him hit her mother, but she knew it wasn't the first time. Her mother was a strong woman but she didn't want to ruin her daughter's childhood. It was the last straw when Arthur had hit Claudia in his drunken rage, so Jessica called the police. After he was arrested, divorce parper were in the works and as well as a restraining order was put in place for Claudia's protection. Claudia and her mother then moved from their home outside of Seattle to the city itself. After getting settled, a way Claudia coped was by writing and singing.
[] It was in her preteens when she started to get into playing guitar. She had seen some guy on the street playing for money and she realized that she wanted to make a career with her music. Her mother, although was working two jobs, got her an acoustic guitar. Claudia had taught herself to play and even had the school band teacher help her. During her freshman year of high school she decided to start a real band, she wanted to sing.
[] It took about three months before a group a people with Claudia's similar veiws came to talk to her. Getting together and practicing was their next step. There were a few trial to see how they sounded together. By the end of the year she had an official band as they only had to come up with a name. Naming was the hardest, they each had ideas but coming to an agreement was the hard part. Eventually they settled on Greater Creatures. The band went through the rest of high school and even played at some dances. Claudia had a few realtionship through high school but they didn't last.
[] After graduation the band tried to stay together but there was college. After holding some audition they got the position filled. Music has been her dream and she had tried every way possible to make it work. Claudia has booked gigs, went to open mics, and even has gotten the band into some contest along with trying to get with a recording studio. Her band is her second family.
[] Recently the Greater Creatures had entered a contest with the prize of being signed by a local recording agency. While warming up with her band backstage before their turn when another band asked her to with them since their singer bailed. Claudia agreed as she hated the idea of them not being able to preform. After performing with them she goes back to her own band to get ready and perform with them. When her band was called the judges saw her and disqualified her band. Upset with being disqualified, it only got worse as the band she performed with actually won.



{ ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ } Musician; Lead singer of her band Greater Creatures
{ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs } Not Infected
{ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢs } A locket that has a picture of her and her mother, her acoustic guitar, a notebook with all her music in it, and tape recorder



{ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs }

| ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ |
Jessica Martin
↳[ Claudia's mom has been there for her since the start. Her passion for music started with her mother. Although there are fights between them she is really close to her mom. ]
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Arthur Martin
↳[ Claudia's father is usually never talked about. He's a raging drunk that likes to beat people weaker than him. Claudia still cares a little bit but she has a few good memories with him. ]
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