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A place where I can test my posts to make sure they look pretty ^_^
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☻ ☺ ❂ ◕ ⊕ ☉ Θ o O ⊙ ◎◑ ◐ ۰ • ● ▪ ▫
☾ ✩✫✬★✪✭✮✯✰ ☼ ☀☽
♲ ♳ ♴ ♵ ♶ ♷ ♸ ♹ ♺ ♻ ♼ ♽
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☰ ☱ ☲ ☳ ☴ ☵ ☶ ☷
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✱ ✲ ✳ ❃ ❂ ❁ ❀ ✿ ✾ ✽ ✼ ✻ ✺ ✹
✸ ✷ ✶ ✵ ✴ ❄ ❅ ❆ ❇ ❈ ❉ ❊ ❋ ❖
☀ ☂ ☁ ❣ ✚ ✪ ✣ ✤ ✥ ✦ ❉ ❥ ❦ ❧
❃ ❂ ❁ ❀ ✄ ☪ ➸ ♨ ☢ ☠ ☭ ♈ ☮ ☯
♋ ☡ ☢ ☣ ☤ ☥ ☦ ☧ ☨ ☩ ☪ ☫ ☬ ☭
♔ ♕ ♖ ♗ ♘ ♙ ♚ ♛ ♜ ♝ ♞ ♟ ۩ ۞
♠ ♡ ♢ ♣ ♤ ♥ ♦ ♧ ✦✧✩✫✬✭✮✯✰ ☼ ❣
♲ ♳ ♴ ♵ ♶ ♷ ♸ ♹ ♺ ♻ ♼ ♽♯♩♪♫♬♭
☰ ☱ ☲ ☳ ☴ ☵ ☶ ☷ ☚ ☛ ☜ ☝ ☞ ☟
☿ ♀ ♁ ♂ ♃ ♄ ♅ ♆ ♇ ♈ ♉ ♊ ♌ ♍
△ ▲ ☆ ★ ◇ ◆ ■ □ ▽ ▼ ❤❥♎ ♏ ✐✌
๑ ＃ ＠ ＆ ＊ ￥ ☸ ☆ ★ ✪ ¤ ☼ ☀ ☽☾
♡ ღ☻ ☺ ❂ ◕ ⊕ ☉ Θ o O ♋ ☯ ㊝ ⊙ ◎
◑ ◐ ۰ • ● ▪ ▫ ｡ ﾟ ๑ ☜ ☞ ☂ ♨ ☎ ☏ ✍✡
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(-`ω´- ) (●ゝω)ノヽ(∀＜●) >_<
⊙▂⊙ ⊙o⊙ ⊙︿⊙ ⊙ω⊙ ⊙△⊙ ⊙▽⊙
(◡_◡) (◕-◕) (◕o◕) (∩_∩)
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๑☺ ☻ ☼♣ ♥ ♦•۰•●○●ஐﻬ↔ ↕ ▪ ▫ ▬♦ ◊ ◦♫ ♪ ღˇ √ « » ™ ♂♀ ©№® ◦º°×°º◦ ´¯`•»ºØ´ ׺°”˜`”°º×»- ஆ ௰ Þ ௫
๑•ิ.•ั๑ ๑۩۞۩๑ ✿.｡.: ☂☃ ☄ ★ ☆ ☇ ☈ ☉ ☊ ☋ ☌ ☍ ☑ ☒☢ ☸ ☹ ☺ ☻ ☼ ☽ ☾ ♠ ♡ ♢ ♣ ♤ ♥ ♦ ♧ ♨ ♩ ✙✈ ✉ ✌ ✁ ✎ ✐ ❀ ✰ ❁ ❤ ❥ ❦❧ ➳ ➽ εїз℡❣•۰•●○●
ゃōゃ ♡๑۩ﺴ ☜ ☞ ☎ ☏♡ ⊙◎ ☺ ☻✖╄ஐﻬ ► ◄ ▧ ▨ ♨ ◐ ◑ ↔ ↕ ▪ ▫ ☼ ♦ ▀ ▄ █▌ ▐░ ▒ ▬♦ ◊ ◦ ☼ ♠♣ ▣ ▤ ▥ ▦ ▩ ◘ ◙ ◈ ♫ ♬ ♪ ♩ ♭ ♪ の ☆ → あ ぃ ￡ ❤ ｡◕‿◕｡
＃ ＠ ＆ ＊ ￥☸ ❁ ❀ ✿ ✾ ❃ ✺ ❇ ❈ ❊ ❉ ✱ ✲ ✩ ✫ ✬ ✭ ✮ ✰ ☆ ★ ✪ ¤ ☼ ☀ ☽ ☾ ❤ ♡ ღ☻ ☺ ❂ ◕ ⊕ ☉ Θ o O ♋ ☯ ㊝ ⊙ ◎ ◑ ◐ ۰ • ● ▪ ▫ ｡ ﾟ ๑ ☜ ☞ ☂ ♨ ☎ ☏
︻ ︼ ︽ ︾ 〈 〉 ︿ ﹀ ∩ ∪ ﹁ ﹂ ﹃ ﹄﹝ ﹞ ＜ ＞ ≦ ≧ ﹤ ﹥ 「 」 ︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺〔 〕 【 】 《 》 （ ） ｛ ｝ ﹙ ﹚ 『 』 ﹛ ﹜╳ ＋ － ﹢ × ÷ ＝ ≠ ≒ ∞ ˇ ± √ ⊥ ∠ ∟ ⊿ ㏒
▶ ▷ ◀ ◁ ☀ ☁ ☂ ☃ ☄ ★ ☆ ☇ ☈ ☉ ☊ ☋ ☌ ☍ ☑ ☒☢ ☸ ☹ ☺ ☻ ☼ ☽ ☾ ♠ ♡ ♢ ♣ ♤ ♥ ♦ ♧ ♨ ♩ ✙ ✈ ✉ ✌ ✁ ✎ ✐ ❀ ✰ ❁ ❤ ❥ ❦❧ ➳ ➽ 〠 〄 ㍿ ♝ ♞
♯♩♪♫♬♭♮ ☎ ☏ ☪ ♈ ♨ ºº ₪ ¤ 큐 « » ™ ♂✿ ♥ の ↑ ↓ ← → ↖ ↗ ↙ ↘ ㊣ ◎ ○ ● ⊕ ⊙ ○ △ ▲ ☆ ★ ◇ ◆ ■ □ ▽ ▼ § ￥ 〒 ￠ ￡ ※ ♀ ♂ © ® ⁂ ℡ ↂ░ ▣ ▤ ▥ ▦ ▧
✐✌✍✡✓✔✕✖ ♂ ♀ ♥ ♡ ☜ ☞ ☎ ☏ ⊙ ◎ ☺ ☻ ► ◄ ▧ ▨ ♨ ◐ ◑ ↔ ↕ ♥ ♡ ▪ ▫ ☼ ♦ ▀ ▄ █ ▌ ▐ ░ ▒ ▬ ♦ ◊ ◘ ◙ ◦ ☼ ♠ ♣ ▣ ▤ ▥ ▦ ▩ ◘ ◙ ◈ ♫ ♬ ♪ ♩ ♭ ♪ ✄☪☣☢☠
㊊㊋㊌㊍㊎㊏ ㊐㊑㊒㊓㊔㊕㊖㊗㊘㊜㊝㊞㊟㊠㊡㊢ ㊣㊤㊥㊦㊧㊨㊩㊪㊫㊬㊭㊮㊯㊰
✗✘✚✪✣✤✥✦✧✩✫✬✭✮✯✰ ✱✲✳❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖☀☂☁【】┱ ┲ ❣ ✚ ✪ ✣ ✤ ✥ ✦ ❉ ❥ ❦ ❧ ❃ ❂ ❁ ❀ ✄ ☪ ☣ ☢ ☠ ☭ ♈ ➸ ✓ ✔ ✕ ✖ *.:｡✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:
【】〖〗＠﹕﹗/ " _ < > `,•。≈{}~ ～() _ -『』√ $ @ * & # ※卐 々∞Ψ ∪∩∈∏ の ℡ ぁ §∮〝〞ミ灬ξ№∑⌒ξζω＊ㄨ ≮≯ ＋－×÷﹢﹣±／＝∫∮∝ ∞ ∧∨ ∑ ∏ ∥∠ ≌ ∽ ≦ ≧ ≒﹤﹥じ☆
■♀『』◆◣◥▲Ψ ※◤ ◥ →№←㊣∑⌒〖〗＠ξζω□∮〓※∴ぷ▂▃▅▆█ ∏卐【】△√ ∩¤々♀♂∞①ㄨ≡↘↙▂▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █┗┛╰☆╮ ≠ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅┢┦aΡｐy .......♧♧ ☜♥☞.︻︼─一 ▄︻┻┳═一
﹏◢ ◣ ◥ ◤ ▽ ▧ ▨ ▣ ▤ ▥ ▦ ▩ ◘ ◙ ▓ ▒ ░ Café № ＠ ㊣ ™ ℡ 凸 の ๑۞๑ ๑۩ﺴ ﺴ۩๑ o(‧'''‧)o ❆ べò⊹⊱⋛⋋ ⋌⋚⊰⊹ ⓛⓞⓥⓔ べ ☀ ☼ ☜ ☞ ⊙® ◈ ♦ ◊ ◦ ◇ ◆ εїз
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❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ o O ＃♡ ┽┊﹎.εїз︷✿‧:﹎｡❤‧:❉:‧ .｡.:*･❀●•♪.。‧:❉:‧ °º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø*.:｡✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿*ﾟ’ﾟ･✿.｡✎*εїз
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〓 ☆ ★┣┓┏┫×╰ノ◢ ◣ ◥ ◤ Ω ж ф юЮ ━╃ ╄━ ┛┗ ┓┏ ◇ ◆ ※ .'. ☂.'.❤ ♥ 『』 〖〗▓ ► ◄ ▒ ░ ▓ ╮╭ ╯╰ ァ ┱ ┲☃ ☎ ☏ ☺ ☻ ▧ ▨ ♨ ◘ ◙ ♠ ♧ ♣ ▣▤ ▥ ▦ ▩ ⊕
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♪♪♫▫—(••÷[ ]÷••)— •÷±‡±±‡±÷• Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO •°o.O O.o°• ¨°o.O O.o°¨—¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤—••.•´¯`•.•• ••.•´¯`•.••´`•.(`•.¸ ¸.•´).•´`•»
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①②③④⑤⑥⑦⑧⑨⑩ ⑪⑫⑬⑭⑮⑯⑰⑱⑲⑳ ⒶⒷⒸⒹⒺⒻ ⒼⒽⒾⒿⓀⓁ ⓂⓃⓄⓅⓆⓇ ⓈⓉⓊⓋⓌⓍ ⓎⓏ ⓐⓑⓒⓓⓔⓕ ⓖⓗⓘⓙⓚⓛ ⓜⓝⓞⓟⓠⓡ ⓢⓣⓤⓥⓦⓧ ⓨⓩ
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 7:24 pm
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 ❧❧❧ση тнє ѕυяƒα¢є❧❧❧
My Name Is: Aileen Elizabeth Maverick
But I like to be called: Elli
If it isn't already obvious I'm a: Girl
I am: 18
My role in this story: Key of Love
❧❧❧вєнιη∂ тнє ѕмσкє αη∂ мιяяσяѕ❧❧❧
Can you handle me?
Elli is known as the naive klutz amongst her little group of friends. Though her older brother insists that she change her ways, she can't help but to trust everyone. She has always believed that it is better to follow her heart in everything she does and her heart tells her that everyone has at least a little bit of good in them. This makes it very easy for people to take advantage of her. A less appealing trait that she tries desperately to keep hidden, is the fact that she can be a total chicken sometimes. She hates conflict and arguments.
I guess I can tell you...
Aileen has lived a very comfortable life so far. Both her father and mother are wealthy entrepreneurs. Her father owns a large hotel chain called "The Maverick Suites" which are known throughout the world for housing famous celebrities. Her mother owns a very popular clothing line called "Zodiac Fashions". Her mother has always been a very spiritual and superstitious woman who believes a person's future can be told through the reading of the stars and zodiac signs, which is the inspiration for her fashion line. Aileen and her older brother Aidan grew up attending fancy gala's and spending quality family time over web cam and video conferences. Aidan grew up resenting their mother and father for throwing away their parental roles for fame and limelight. However, Aileen always admired her parents for following their dreams. Besides, they always spent holidays like Christmas and Thanksgiving together as a family, that was enough for Aileen. In no way does Aileen behave like a spoiled little rich girl. Though she grew up receiving everything on her Christmas list, she holds a humble and generous heart.
Get on my good side:
✔Playing the Harp
✔The ocean
✔Starry nights
✔Gentle people
✔ Tiger Lilies
Do you want me to hate you?:
✘Shouting/arguments
✘Being alone
✘Seeing people in pain or suffering
✘Spiders
Skills: playing the harp, swimming, ballroom dancing, a little bit of fencing
Extra: She has a hugeHarlequin Great Dane named Sloane. Sloane means 'strong protector' in Celtic.
My Puppet Master: living_reflection |
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 6:34 pm
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My Name Is: Darcie Rose Melantha
But I like to be called: Normally just Darcie or Rose, but she loves cute pet names.
If it isn't already obvious I'm a: Lady, of course
I am: 21
My role in this story: Guardian
❧❧❧вєнιη∂ тнє ѕмσкє αη∂ мιяяσяѕ❧❧❧
Can you handle me?
Rose is a total flirt. She will flirt with who ever she wants whenever she wants. When it comes to fights and battles, she becomes completely serious and a bit sadistic. She brings a twisted humor to her battles that frighten her opponents most of the time. Outside of her battles, she is flirtatious and seductive. A quick way to become her friend is to give her a pet name, doesn't matter if the giver is male or female.
I guess I can tell you...
On the outside, Darcie's life appears to be quite normal. She lives in a elegantly furnished apartment by herself and she has a comfortable career as a cosmetologist. Of course, underneath this normal everyday life she lives the exciting life of a Guardian. Her mother and little sister know nothing of this secret life. Her father is responsible for introducing her to this honorable and dangerous lifestyle. He has been a guardian his whole life, just as his mother had been and so on and so forth. Within the walls of the Guardian's base, Rose is known for her dangerous poisons and fatal concoctions. She can hide her poison in anything, even an article of clothing. She soaks her weapons in her own special deadly poison every morning to keep them fresh, just in case.
Mutation: None. Darcie is just as determined to destroy the gods attempts at freedom as the other guardians; however, she would never risk any sort of experimentation or mutation that would potentially harm her perfect skin and beauty.
Weapons of choice: Rose's favorite weapons are her dual hook swords. She also carries a chain whip that she wears as a belt for easy access.
Get on my good side:
✔Roses
✔Pet names
✔Charming and flirty people
Do you want me to hate you?:
✘Naive people
✘dull, boring people
✘silence
Skills: creating poisons, acrobatics/gymnastics, fighting with her weapons of choice, seducing and charming people
Extra: She has a white gyrfalcon she named Kadin, which means Companion in Arabic.
My Puppet Master: living_reflection |
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 12:20 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 4:49 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 3:49 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 3:53 pm
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Matching Colors
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A n g e l i q u e L o r a i n a M e l v a d i n e
"I am my first priority. As for the rest of you, we'll just have to see what kind of mood I'm in."
Scratching the Surface_______________
The name I was born with: Angelique Loraina Melvadine__________
If I like you, you can call me: Angie, Lora, Angel
If it isn't already obvious, I'm a: female__________
Still a long way to go: 18
Best day of the year: July 2__________
I'm towering at: 5 foot 6 inches tall
It's rude to ask: 116 pounds__________
_______________Digging Deeper
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Can I have more?:
______✔Stargazer Lilies
✔Jeans/Casual clothes
______✔Bright colors
✔Dogs, well most animals, but dogs are her favorite
______✔Books/Learning new things
Come near me with that, and you'll leave with a black eye:
______✘Loud noises
✘A lot of attention
______✘Feeling ignorant
✘Her past
You have no idea what I'm capable of:
★Acrobatics______
☆Horseback riding
★Archery______
☆Memorization
Unique, different, weird, I don't care what you call it:
Angie hasn't spoken much since she arrived in the real world, but back home with the magician, she spoke nonstop. Her curiosity is never ending. She loves exploring and learning new things, but right now she is concerned with finding a way back home. To the citizens on this town, she is standoffish and quiet, which makes them think she is rude and deceiving, which is far from the truth. Angie really opens up around animals, her bubbly and happy self surfacing around dogs, cats, even birds. The time period in her book is medieval, so all of the technology around her really frightens her, especially cars and airplanes. Right now, she is very timid and shy, but her true self is very bubbly, outgoing and curious.
My novel so far:
As far as everyone in the town knows, Angie has no pass, at least none that she can remember. However, the way she clings so possessively to the book she arrived with, leads others to believe she may be lying about her amnesia. Angie actually does remember her past, and where she came from. However, she has no idea how she came to be in this world. Truth be told, Angie is actually from a book. more specifically she was a character in a book called Innocence. Her character was a simple magician's apprentice. At least, that is what she grew up believing. What she had just discovered before she was transported to this new world, was that she was the presumed to be dead heir to the throne of the Kingdom of Iodana. If it wasn't for her, the King's Adviser would be next in line for the throne, and he very much wanted that power. So, when Angie was born, he stole the baby from her crib in the dead of night and left her for dead in the neighboring forest. No one ever ventured into the forest; there were rumors of terrible creatures living in that forest. So, no one would go looking for the princess in there. By pure luck, and the author's hand of course, Angie was found by an old wizard who lived in the forest. He took in the small child, raising her with all the love and care an old wizard could offer her. One day, Angie traveled into the Kingdom to buy new tools for her master. Even after eighteen years, the King and Queen were still looking for their lost daughter. Angie saw the poster advertising the reward and the little princess' picture. Much to her surprise, she wore the same jeweled locket as the baby in the picture. Unfortunately, the Adviser was also out in the market and saw the girl with the princess' locket. This is how Angie's simple life turned upside down. While running from the Adviser and his guards, Angie was sucked up into a portal and disappeared from her world. This is where her story in the real world begins.
What else could you possibly need to know?: The locket of the lost princess, the same locket that Angie wears. It can only be opened with a small key. Angie doesn't know who holds the key.
Ⓣhe One Controlling Me: living_reflection
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 5:19 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 5:54 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 1:31 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 4:13 pm
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And Everything Went Silent
Name►Angelique Zeucher
Age►18
Sexuality►Straight
Personality►Angelique is a gentle soul. Whether it is because she was created or some other unknown reason, she is very in-tune with others' feelings. Empathy comes naturally to Angelique, which makes living in this world built for the betrayed difficult. She is also very in-tune with nature. There is a garden that belongs to her alone that blooms with life every day of the year. There are other gardens around the castle but her's thrives and beats with the pulse of a spirit all it's own. The inhabitants of the world are allowed to visit her garden on the sole promise that they will not harm, damage, or pick any of the flowers. She is very passionate about her garden and she will defend it with ever fiber of her being.
As long as you are on her good side, Angelique can be the kindest and most understanding person you will ever meet. She is very spirited and loves a good, risky adventure. She hears such wonderful stories of adventure from the people the King brings to this world. She wants desperately to visit the world they come from one day. The only world she has ever known is the one the King created her in. The King is the only family she has ever had, he created her for some unknown reason; even she doesn't know why. Sometimes he'll look at her in this dreamy, sad sort of way that makes her heart ache, but once he realizes she saw him, he's quick to put on a smile and act like everything is ok.
And that's all you need to know!
Things I will never forget
Bio￭Angelique doesn't have much of a history. Her first memory is of waking up in a big, white bed with the King sitting next to her. She doesn't have a childhood or family, so she doesn't have those memories that normal people would have. She isn't even sure how or why the King created her. She asked a few times in the beginning, but she never got an answer and he would always get this sad, faraway look in his eyes when he didn't answer, so she stopped asking. In order to repay him for his kindness, Angelique acts as a maid around the castle.
Her life in the King's world has been easy and enjoyable. One thing that she loves to do, and is very skilled at, is painting. Her favorite thing to paint are natural landscapes. Many of the paintings decorating the castle are her own works. As long as she has been alive, she has greeted every visitor the King invites into his world. They bring such confusion and pain, and with her natural, strong empathetic spirit, she can't help but reach out to them and try to help them heal in this new world. Her first priority is the King though. She can feel that he is still burdened by his own past and she wonders if he created her to help him overcome it.
My dislikes￭
✖Silence
✖Arrogance
✖Disappointing the King
Things I love￭
√ Being in her garden
√ Painting
√ Greeting the new arrivals
Theme￭Sometimes the Stars by The Audreys
The End has finally come
Role￭The Maid
Username￭living_reflection
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 7:44 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 9:10 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 3:02 pm
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___________________________ ` Taima Morrow :★
____________________________________living_reflection
███◞*NICKNAMES: Ty
███◞*GENDER: Female
███◞*RACE: Thunderbird
███◞*AGE: Eighteen
███◞*DORM #: Floor 2, Room 1
███◞*SEXUALITY: Bisexual
███◞*RANK: Daredevil
███◞*ABILITIES:
Transformation: Most of the time, Taima is in her human form. Her true form is that of a bird the size of a two story house with electricity rolling off of her feathers.
Lightning Strike: Calls forth lightning from the clouds to the earth to strike down opponents.
Electrical Field: Her natural aura carries an electrical current that can protect her from enemy contact. It's not strong right now, but it's not pleasant. It is about as effective as a taser at this point. Really the ability is being able to turn it off.
Wings: In her human form, Ty can grow a pair of wings that allow her to fly. She can't fly extremely high, just above the treetops.
███◞*LIKES: Raging Storms, Spontaneity, Flying and Mythology
███◞*DISLIKES: Shyness, Feeling trapped and Long silences
███◞*FEARS: Poachers and Commitment
███◞*OTHER: She can't properly control her electrical field, so in order to keep herself from harming people she wears special gloves. They are simple and black, but they have been passed through her family generations. They control the electrical fields of young thunderbirds to help them fit in with other races.
███◞*PERSONALITY: A lot of people would describe her as hard to handle. There is no small dose of Taima. Thrill seeking is in her bones and taking risks runs through her blood. That doesn't mean she has any sort of in-your-face attitude. Her parent's raised her to respect other's views and that is just what she does, she just chooses to avoid those people whom she disagrees with. There is no way to read what she is thinking or what she might do next, because most of the time she doesn't even know.
A drawback to this action always personality is her dime sized patience. Waiting for a minute feels like an hour to Ty. Which is why she isn't exactly looking forward to going to a school full of mythicals. There's no sneaking out of class when it's possible your professor is a powerful warlock or an ancient dragon.
███◞*BIO:Taima's life has been normal for the most part. Sure being a walking, talking electrical current had made it tough to really fit in, but with the help of her family's gloves it has been bearable living among the mortals. There have been no best friends or serious boyfriends in Taima's life. Her family moved too much for that. It was their way of protecting her. Those who are familiar with Thunderbird mythology know that each bird holds an orb within them that can bring someone back to life. Thunderbirds can't use this power. The orb is like the Thunderbirds heart, except if taken from the bird the life energy can be transferred to the deceased body. Even though most mortals have abandoned any belief in mythicals, there are some who are desperate enough to search for a miracle to bring back dead loved ones. Her parents called these mortals poachers. Even though Taima puts on a bold face, she sometimes has nightmares about poachers coming for her.
All of her old schools didn't much care for her. Sitting in stuffy classrooms, listening to pompous know-it-alls spout off lessons, and the hours were the worst part. Adventure and action was always calling to her and she always answered. This school didn't offer such opportunities, and that was why her parent's decided this transition for her.
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