♢♦♢ A T O C ♢♦♢
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α⑂ ℬℯ Å℘℘εαℓ☤ηℊ,
::Name::
Atoc Amzy
::Nickname::
Otto, Atari, Cota
::Gender::
Male
::Age & Birthday::
18 - June 2nd
::Grade::
12th
::Physical Description::
In his own words, Atoc is "a statue of a great Inca God, caste in bronze. Sculpted with the rays of the sun and pearled by the divine winds of the Andes to portray a great deity. A being of worship and virtue."
Not necessarily the humblest of opinions. Definitely not the truest of opinions, either. But not many people deny his uncanny attractiveness in the squint of his dark brown eyes and the tall gait of his posture. The curve of his nose and the clear, clean cut of the angles of his face—jaw, cheek bone, chin. He's definitely not a god, but there's something there that at least holds true to his lack of restraint concerning his own praise. The athleticism in his youth aids to brush up his ego, with a 177 lb of flesh and muscle to his 6'0" height. He doesn't look like the hardy folk of the mountains, but he looks well enough and it helps that he takes great care of his wavy, dark brown tufts of feathery hair.
He's allergic to starfruit, mangosteen, and pineapples. And he has a fear of water.
฿ʊт ℐη ℝεαℓ☤☂¥,
::Family::
Yzma Amzy
::Pets::
Pachacamac - 58 year old, male Tortoise.
~:~ Inti - 2 year old, female Guinea Pig
~:~ Mama Killa - 4 year old, female Andean Pygmy Owl
~:~ Catequil - 8 year old, male Llama
::Friends::
Rosa (Eventually)
Quinn (Eventually)
::Enemies::
Kiara
Princeton
::Sexuality::
Homosexual/Homo-romantic
₩ℌαт‷﹩ Їᾔṧḯḓε ℳαттℯґṧ ◎ṧт‼
::History::
Everyone has a great capacity for evil. Are they inherently so?
From the perspective of a young mind twisted, filled to the brim with thoughts of avarice and rage it would seem as such. That men are incapable of compassion unless willingly learned; in some instances, forced upon. In the end, corruption takes all as is the nature of the beast. A necessary evil crawling inside mankind—an evil that one learns to know and identify.
At least, that is to a child without a childhood to look toward or back on. Without the opportunity to learn betterment and happiness other than down a bottle of poison and loathing—a wanton need for ultimate power. That power lay at the top of a mountain. The Andes are not something to trifle with, cold, hot, desperate, and sticky. Languid with the ruins of nations built tight and compact that tell of better days.
Unlike the tales they tell, Atoc knows of no better days than the ones he faces each morning. Learning of rotten children, spoiled and undeserving. Instantly, that ire is turned on him with sneers and more work—more things to learn to love to hate. It broke into a child still spoiled and conceited, yet somehow deserving more so than the man upon the tower. Thinking too hard on the logic would only suffice to bring puzzlement. It was best not to question, otherwise that disappointed sneer, bordering disgust, would turn to him. The ache settling in his ribs made him compliant. Eventually, it made him complicit.
Complicit only in the fact that he stood by her without question; no red on his hands other than what she splattered for him. Relation can be just as deadly, especially concerning alleged assassination of an Emperor. That would be anyone within the vicinity in suspicion. Apparently, having just been at her side was enough to convict him or maybe they truly thought she'd birthed him. How, they didn't divulge nor cared to let their brains imagine anything of the such.
People liked their second chances, though. Princes and princesses with their rose colored glasses, only able to see the inherent good in people. They apparently saw that in him, his hunched shoulders and pallor painting his bronzed skin a light tan. So defeated, they must have took pity on him. They only served to anger him more.
::Personality::
Prideful - Not the oddest thing to have inherited, should people truly believe Yzma is truly his biological mother, Atoc tends to find pride in the things he does and definitely knows—occasionally in the things he doesn't know, as well. It can be considered confidence in most terms, but in the worst of it, Atoc is intensely aggressive in his pride and will defend himself and his work at most any cost.
Conceited - This particular trait have people turning heads. Yzma hasn't been known to be very into her own appearance, especially considering how she actually looks, but Atoc holds a vanity for his own appearance to a haughty degree. A god made of pure bronze to be worshiped. Yzma may have some deluded sense of pride, sometimes concerning her fashion, but it never stepped over the boundary of considering her appearance godly. People attribute this particular to his unnamed father.
Selfish - In a world of people looking to take advantage, it's sensible to look out for oneself. However, for Atoc that theory holds true to most every situation. He looks after his own concerns, at the expense of others, quite a lot of the time. His ignorance to the matter is a willing blind eye and likely something to hold back any guilt he truly feels inside.
Self-Loathing - Underneath the large ego and big personality Atoc hides behind, there's a crawling madness that simply waits to hollow him out. Along with that, a startling awareness that most people merely tolerate his presence follows. A self doubt that turns into something ugly inside.
Willingly Ignorant - Some people simply don't understand what goes on behind closed doors. They don't contain the ability to look beneath the surface. Atoc contains an intelligence to boast about, so it's only logical to think that his ignorance is willing and deliberate. He chooses to be naive as some form of defense. It's an awful one and he admits to it, but it's a habit he can't quite shake.
Sympathetic/
Empathetic - Most of all the things hidden beneath the surface, Atoc holds a great understanding to the pains of others. He knows the ache and pain that people feel, the emotions that gnaw at them. He'll never show it in the light of day, but it's there, in his eyes as they glint with his sympathies and the silence that hangs over him. Atoc is respectful, most of all.
Capacity for Kindness - A sliver of thing, waiting behind the pride that holds him fast and the selfishness that makes him act. It's small, but it's there, a capacity for something learned rather than inherent. Or maybe it's been there all this time and is just waiting for that right moment to take over.
Intelligent - Yzma did not skim on Atoc's academics. The things he learned under her care, as her apprentice more than her child, are things he takes with him to this day. And that need to learn and yearn for knowledge still pushes greedily above everything else. It is a core in his personality and something that allows him to feel both useful and alive.
Self-Sacrificing - In the end, no matter his decision, Atoc will always turn back in the face of danger or scrutiny. What compels him to do so, not even he understands. When the best of it finally gnaws at the walls he puts up and they crumble down, Atoc reveals that goodness in himself that he's done his damnedest to believe isn't there. In adversity and in true crisis, Atoc will not hesitate to be the first to throw his safety aside for the sake of others.
::Hobbies::
Experimenting
/Chemistry
Animal Care
Procrastinating
Bird Watching
Bug Collecting
Being a Nuisance
::Likes::
Turtles
Exotic Birds
Most Animals
His Appearance
Dancing
Music
Songs
Sciences
Physics
Stargazing
Cloud Watching
Mountains
Sunrise
Attention
Pomegranates
Quiet Mornings
::Dislikes::
Being Ignored
Being Called Unattractive
People Louder Than Him
Cold
/Winter
Water
/Swimming
Work
Not Getting His Eight Hours
Cake
Yzma
Repetition
/Repetitive Noises
☺üṧℯℓℓ@ηεøʊṧ (:
::Crush/Significant Other::
N
/A
[Open
/Crush
]
::Schedule::
Period 1
:: Honors News-Casting
|| Period 2
:: Calculus
|| Period 3
:: Animal Care
|| Period 4
:: Lunch
|| Period 5
:: Government
& Economics
|| Period 6
:: Ballroom Dancing
|| Period 7
:: Astronomy
::Other::
~ He intentionally acts like he doesn't care about his schoolwork, but doesn't hesitate to ace most of his classes. It's mostly to deter anyone looking to use that mind of his. He likes looking stupid. It makes people underestimate him and the chances of fooling them increases.
~ He's very particular about his diet. It drove Yzma crazy. Kronk adored him for it, whenever Atoc made the time to hang out with him.
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♢♦♢ S I R I ♢♦♢
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✝н℮ ☮υ☂﹩їⅾ℮ α⑂ ℬℯ Å℘℘εαℓ☤ηℊ,
::
Name::
Asiri Sinchi
::
Nickname::
Siri
::
Gender::
Female
::
Age & Birthday::
18
- June 2nd
::
Grade::
12th
::
Physical Description::
An individual who has great respect in the care they give themselves is an individual steadfast in their life. Someone who knows who and what they are—where their potential is able to soar. Self-assurance like Asiri's often fools people into believing she truly is conceited. However, Asiri isn't fooled by other people's opinions. She doesn't see herself as better than others; she is better than her former self. Always will be.
Her conceit is drawn inward and backward, toward a person she's grown from. The bad things she's thought of her own appearance, of her own talents, Asiri later sticks her nose up and dares to look down upon it. Evident in the way she stands, her posture, the way she seems steady and stable and always knowing exactly where her feet will lead her. A girl with astounding grace in her 6'0" step and her athletic, well looked after 170 lbs to her. It's seen in her steel, hazel eyes and exceedingly long, straight, black hair. Asiri is a picture of self-confidence.
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::
Family::
Cuzco Sinchi
& Pisco Sinchi
::
Pets::
Ekkeko - 2 year old, male Burrowing Owl
~:~ Apu - 4 year old, female Llama
::
Friends::
Kiara
Avonaco
Spencer
Eloise
Delilah
::
Enemies::
Quinn
::
Sexuality::
Asexual
/Heteromantic
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::
History::
::
Personality::
Proud
"
Doubt brings down nations. Topples countries. I have no room for it."
A fault and a virtue, by nature of it; pride in everything Asiri does is confidence throughout. Nothing she does isn't without her head held high and her body standing tall. She lives and breathes confidence, but pride isn't just confidence. Pride is confidence tenfold, something that allows a person to be who they truly wish to be, yet decidedly not. Asiri is fierce about her pride, unwilling to yield under even the heaviest of pressure. It drives her not only to confidence but to stubborn, bullheaded vanity. She isn't conceited, by any means, but that does not mean her pride cannot blind her.
Frugal
"
A sense of security is better based in accounts well managed than in money spent."
As penny pinching as Scrooge McDuck on Christmas Eve. Asiri does well to keep her purse clutched and her earnings under vaults. Anything she gains, be it money or whatever else she values, people know well enough that those things will likely never the light of day. Spendthrifts are her bane of existence and anyone who dares call her out on her miserly ways are threatened by a cold dark stare and the promise of revenge. Don't bother asking her for any favors; she doesn't hand those out freely. There's interest. And not the good kind.
Extrovert
"
I don't idle in shadows."
Unceremonious and undeterred, Asiri enjoys being out there, being outgoing, being seen and sought after. She doesn't idle about on the walls and she certainly doesn't keep to herself. Maybe it's the socialite in her, imbued by the ever 'People Person' persona that Cuzco has about him, even if those skills weren't exactly used in the most positive of ways. Regardless, Asiri knows very well how to use her personality to socialize, to get what she wants even, almost to an aggressive degree. For her, the ball is almost always in her court and maybe that's the pride talking, but she's comfortable with who she is.
Serious
"
Hmm."
Maturity goes a long way and Asiri puts first impressions on the top of her priorities. Though, that's not necessarily the only thing about her attitude, regardless she intends to keep things under control. It's often to an extreme degree, to the point that Asiri can overwork herself in her zeal, and burn out from stress willingly piled onto her shoulders. Asiri doesn't shy away from responsibilities, but sometimes she doesn't understand when something is far too much.
Sound
"
I know myself better than any of you ever could."
Odd that a girl of her heritage could ever be as sound minded as she is. Cuzco hasn't been known for knowing who he is deep down, much less giving a logical analysis of something. Asiri, however, runs on efficiency; let's it guide her through situations and problems. Logic often dictates most of her actions and she takes the route most technical, most mechanical, and most efficient. Things out of her comfort zone tend to be variable and, though she's willing to step out of her own boundaries, she very much prefers to know what's currently happening around her. She likes the familiar and logic is familiar.
Knowledgeable
"
But that doesn't mean I don't know the world around me just as well."
Certainly something learned from Asiri's mother, Asiri herself has a wealth of knowledge at her fingertips. It helps to know how to do certain things, whether or not there's real experience behind it. Asiri's enjoyment of reading spreads mostly in areas of non-fiction, things that can make her better at what she's currently doing. Or, at least, to know things for the sake of knowing them. Maybe she likes practical far too much than creativity, but there's no harm in being able to know how to change a tire or fix the gutters. Of course, Asiri tends to think big and that extends to her academics. There's a lot of things she's already taught herself and now it's just a matter of reapplying her knowledge.
Self-Interested
"
A girl's gotta look after herself, right? That goes for many people. Not just myself."
It's a family trait. Feeling as if one's self is the most important thing to care for, that tends to run in the family. Asiri knows well enough that it's not about being selfish and the world isn't all about her, but she can't necessarily help being independent in her interest. Doing things with a motive that aids her. Not much matters if there's nothing she can get out of it. The coldness of her demeanor is definitely not something she gets from her now, currently warm father. It's been very well known that her mother is a very calculated individual, someone who's more direct and mechanical in her intentions. Asiri doesn't stray from that path and she knows what she wants. Never at the cost of another person, though. If she has to hurt someone to get what she wants, it's not really something she's capable of doing.
::
Hobbies::
Reading
Flute
Gymnastics
Fashion
::
Likes::
Nice Clothes
Comfort
Ice Cream Sandwich
Animals
Large Earrings
The Sun
Comedies
Planes
Heights
Swimming
::
Dislikes::
Loud People
Horrible Singing
Karaoke
Bananas
Immaturity
Deceit
/Lies
Surprises
Coddling
Condescension
☺üṧℯℓℓ@ηεøʊṧ (:
::
Crush/Significant Other::
N
/A
::
Schedule::
Period 1
:: Honors News Casting
|| Period 2
:: Accounting
|| Period 3
:: Design
|| Period 4
:: Lunch
|| Period 5
:: Honors Economics
|| Period 6
:: Hiking
|| Period 7
:: Marine Biology
::
Other::
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♢♦♢ B E N N E T ♢♦♢
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✝н℮ ☮υ☂﹩їⅾ℮ α⑂ ℬℯ Å℘℘εαℓ☤ηℊ,
::
Name::
Bedwyr Avignon
::
Nickname::
Bennet, Benny, Eddy
::
Gender::
Male
::
Age & Birthday::
17
- February 14th
::
Grade::
11th
::
Physical Description::
Ordinary feels weird. Like a second skin against prying eyes.
As if one stray, piercing look could dive deep down to see the alien weirdness of something else. Often the truth conspires to produce unwanted opinions and reactions—most of them bad. Other feels off kilter. Like something doesn't seem quite right.
One look at Bennet, just a quick one, would surmise an ordinary boy. Someone who no doubt worries over whoever they fancy, what to wear in public, what to have for dinner. But a second look without the intention of seeing what they want to see—because society dictates—would reveal something else entirely. Something that unsettles a man, that makes any ordinary lady turn around as if someone's watching, or feel the prickle of a breath against the hairs along their back. A figure that doesn't exactly belong in the backdrop, but not in the way a stray splotch of ink doesn't belong on a perfectly manuscript essay. More in the way that something's been there all this time, slotted in like a missing piece of a puzzle. Yet you haven't truly dared to recognize it, acknowledge its presence along the crawling on your spine for fear of something. What something you can't quite place a finger on, but feel in the unsettled churning of your stomach and the flutter of beats along the wrong side of your ribs. Misplaced. Odd. Alien because that's the only word there is for it.
{5'5"; 168 lbs; Athletic, Sturdy, Muscular; Greenish Blue Eyes; Brown Hair, Short Cut, Messy}
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::
Family::
Merlin
& Caroline Avignon
::
Pets::
Hippocrates - 3 year old, male Barn Owl ~
:~
Enrockue Igneousias - 239,993 year old, non-binary Igneous Rock ~
:~
Excatipurr - 5 year old, female Egyptian Mau
::
Friends::
Rosa
Toby
Spencer
::
Enemies::
Pairo
::
Sexuality::
Homosexual
/Homoromantic
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::
History::
::
Personality::
Uncanny
"
There's more than a few ways to skin a cat. Pretty sure there's a 'For Dummy's' addition."
People dislike variables, unknown independents, outliers, exceptions. They give a weird vibe. They unsettle the very bit of their stomachs with butterflies. Certainly not the good kind, that flutter behind ribs to flit light wings across the bone and heart. These butterflies, the ones given when a look is spared his way, scrape and pry, rough and lacking the usual tender touch against muscle and tendon. That sink the stomach and drag it down until it's impossible not to turn away with a scrunched up face and the desire to leave as soon as possible. Most people label that feeling and the associated person as weird. Simple as that. At more extreme intervals, they would explain it as pure malice and malevolent intent.
Such words only truly affect people who care about opinions. There's too much going on in the universe to form an opinion of it, much less waste time caring about other opinions—they'll just float off into the atmosphere and pop once they get too high. Like airheads and egos.
Otherworldly
"
I'm not starin'. Just waitin'."
This, however, is entirely different from uncanny or weird; this describes something that doesn't belong. Like a hole in the world that someone can just grasp into, but pry nothing out. A mass that seems to float around leaving people unsettled and eerie. A spook that doesn't seem to stop gnawing at the subconscious. Something that screams, 'Look away! Lest the universe unload all of its fury unto you.' But nothing ever truly happens, not in a sense that matters. The churning in stomachs simply gives way to a naturalness. People get used to the presence as it moves along, but never do they truly acknowledge it as real. As there and wanting, needing just like them. Still alien, still foreign, still not belonging.
Must be lonely.
Intelligent
"
The measure of a man is based on how many books he can read without sleeping."
Beyond years and above the average calling. Books give a lot of useful information, mostly those that contain fantastical stories. They tell people how to live, how to feel, how to breath, how to think. Most of all, how to know. Suppose it helps to have the most powerful wizard in the world as a father. It leaves a lot of room to fill and bigger shoes—maybe the size is off for a reason. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that, well, Merlin's son is a genius. Of course, no one expected any less, they just wished the boy didn't act so off putting. Like he knows something other people don't and not in that childish, "Haha, you're stupid," kind of way, but the kind that leaves him smiling and staring into the vast distance, or intently at the back of someone's head, only to say, 'It's nothing, really. Might want to watch what you eat, though.'
Wise
"
...and how many experiences lived vicariously."
And that plays well into the very next trait. Even for a boy his age, experience dots his eyes. The things he's seen through other eyes or even his own. Those thing pile up until they become something worth talking about. And it doesn't matter if they often come out in vague, cryptic words of warning or weirdly pitying gazes. There's something in that noggin of his that keeps the blood working, that keeps the words true to their meaning, and give him a credibility beyond doubt. Wisdom comes with age, but sometimes not. Sometimes it comes in beady eyed children with a penchant for pet rocks.
Removed/
Withdrawn
"
People are silly things."
It goes farther beyond ever wanting to include himself into the social life of other people. Bedwyr has a weird way of being distant, like he's phased in and out of existence before. Individual people don't seem to ping on his radar and often times he doesn't care the thoughts, opinions, sometimes health of others. They don't matter to him in the long run. It's not an aloofness because Bedwyr is there, he's physically there, standing and talking and solving things. He's an active participant and a willing one at that, but there's something in the glint of his eyes as if he knows he doesn't belong. As if he knows he's so far different to the people around him, like they're just holograms for him to talk at. It just adds to that creepy factor of his.
Enigmatic
"
Silly, silly, silly things."
It really is vague, isn't it?
How silly people are. How silly they talk.
Rude
"
Not rude just—nope, I'm rude."
When someone truly doesn't care about another person's opinions, especially concerning himself, then they tend to lack much restraint in what they say. Sometimes it's the truth that hurts people or just random, doddering comments that set people off. There's no reason for it, other than to state what he's currently observing, but some people don't like to be observed. Some people don't appreciate the scrutinizing stare he gives them and they certainly don't feel gratitude at the sudden quips he makes. Maybe about their intelligence, or lackthereof, or the way they stand or talk or the way they look. Just little things that seem to add up in the grandness of it all. And some people just like to take offense toward anything the dribbles from his mouth.
Acerbic
"
I try not to waste time."
If something needs to be stated, then look no further than Bedwyr as to who is most likely to state it. It's the sarcasm that adds to the rudeness, the deadpan offering of something so simple, yet so fiery and enraging. What seems like a bitter delivery turns nearly acidic. What can he do to help it, though? There's literally no filter for what words fall out of his mouth, what he says, what observations he makes. That's certainly no fault of his, much like he cares, though. Cause he really doesn't. Just enough to say something off-hand, toss it aside like it really didn't mean a thing. Maybe that's what really angers people. Well, if they'd learn that certain things really have no matter in the fundamentals of the universe, they'd get why he casts them so off-handish.
Unreliable
"
I'll be back! (but probably not it depends really)"
Responsibility just isn't what it used to be. Not really good for the complexion and maybe he is coming back, like he said he would. Or probably not. It's easy not trust a man so alien as Bedwyr, though. It's easy to mistrust something foreign because there's no connection there to aid in that. Nothing that gives people substance to work off of, so Bedwyr comes off as unreliable, irresponsible, and prone to self-ruin. Of course, that last part seems to just be the addendum of a rather cross, older pyschiatrist. A gentleman that doesn't know Pavlov from Hindenburg.
::
Hobbies::
Talking to Himself
Writing
Doing Weird Things With Magic
Cooking
Solving Timeline Paradoxes
::
Likes::
Lights
Stars
Sci-Fi Movies
Waterfalls
Nighttime
Sound of Nature
Writing
Technology
Science
Magic
Newton
Imagination
Sushi
Board Games
Sunset
::
Dislikes::
Being Interrupted
Silly People
Green
Rushing
People Who Like Thunderstorms
Puddles
Sunrise
Social Media
Pictures
Materialism
☺üṧℯℓℓ@ηεøʊṧ (:
::
Crush/Significant Other::
Princeton
{Eventual Crush
}
::
Schedule::
Period 1
:: Honors Creative Writing
|| Period 2
:: Pre-Calculus
|| Period 3
:: Cooking
|| Period 4
:: Lunch
|| Period 5
:: World History
|| Period 6
:: Gym
|| Period 7
:: Honors Chemistry
::
Other::
N/A
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♢♦♢ O P A L ♢♦♢
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✝н℮ ☮υ☂﹩їⅾ℮ α⑂ ℬℯ Å℘℘εαℓ☤ηℊ,
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Name::
Ophelia Hans Christian
::
Nickname::
Opal, Lia
::
Gender::
Female
::
Age & Birthday::
16
- October 12th
::
Grade::
10th
::
Physical Description::
A picturesque princess with a full armada of sullen, innocent looks under long eyelashes that hide the doe brown, headlight eyes. Perfection framed in freckles and waves of orange hued hair, tinged like fire. Nothing more than what a princess would look like, regardless of the shame of it; delicate and elegant, wrapped up in a bright red bow to be sent dancing along in white, pristine booties with laughter and flowers. Ophelia plays the part without hesitation. The wonderment in her eyes looks completely genuine. The smile that stretches her plump lips perfectly sincere, reaching her wide eyes without obstacle.
But there's that thing: the unease that settles under the glint of her eyes. Likes something's playing there, tinkering in the cogs of her innocent mind. Making nuanced twitches and turns—a perfect misplaced gear, unaligned and making a prattling noise at the back of her mind. It sounds in the chatter of her teeth clicking, biting down on polished nails. Like there's something missing about her. Just that stray thing on the tip of the tongue that can't be named. Not until the moment's passed and she's long gone. Gone long enough for the thing to be forgotten and useless again. But at least you thought of it, right?
{6'2"; 150 lbs; Willowy, Extremely Long Legs, Porcelain; Hazel Eyes; Orange, Wavy Hair, Long and Kept; Bows. Lots and Lots of Bows
}
฿ʊт ℐη ℝεαℓ☤☂¥,
::
Family::
Prince Hans Christian
& Duchess Loretta Christian
::
Pets::
Pot 'n Kettle - 10 year old, female Clydesdale
~:~ Elvis Purrsley - Half a Year old, Male Turkish Angora Cat
::
Friends::
Quinn
Kiara
Eloise
::
Enemies::
Open
::
Sexuality::
Asexual
₩ℌαт‷﹩ Їᾔṧḯḓε ℳαттℯґṧ ◎ṧт‼
::
History::
::
Personality::
Decisive
"
I hate waiting. I just. I need to act. Now. Go! Go!"
Know what to say, when to say it. Know what to do, and how to do it. In living by that, Ophelia controls the events around her. Well, maybe not completely. In a way she can dictate where a situation goes to a certain extent and, sometimes, the outcome of such a situation. Regardless, Ophelia dictates how things affect her the most and how she copes with what surrounds her. It's a mechanism that has brought her this far in life, so why not hold on to the coattails and ride it a little farther.
In large part, this is exactly where Ophelia gets that 'Devil-May-Care' attitude of hers when it comes to doing certain things. Being able to quickly and soundly make a decision, when things come down to the wire, is a skill that most people envy—one that landed her ass in safer grounds, better for it than beforehand. She's a snap decision maker and it can lead to some hasty, impulsive decisions, but it also allows Ophelia to look at situation in time with what she's doing and determine the best possible route to take to achieve the best possible outcome. Not that she thrives in these high stress environments. Okay, maybe she does. Maybe she craves it a little too much.
Secretive
"
Loose lips sink ships and I'm certainly not the Titanic."
Measuring life in how many secrets can be stashed inside such a small space, that's an accomplishment one easily achieved by a girl with a father who had a knack for secrets. Secrets that almost toppled a kingdom, but they were secrets no less. Ophelia takes pleasure in, not only keeping her own, but keeping that of others. But secrets can only be the truth, gained by nothing less than the truth. To be able to keep a secret, one must understand the value behind that secret. Vulnerability is a heft subject, one not easily handed to strangers. A quiet glimpse between the cracks, when the walls tumble down, shows the sacredness of such an action. In doing so, people like Ophelia learn quickly that a secret isn't something to covet, but something to protect, respect. It is something not easily gained—not gained at all. But earned.
And so, when a girl so young starts measuring her life in secrets she's not measuring it in how many she can stuff inside of her head. She's measuring how many times people are willing to take off the shell society has armed them with. She measures in how many times a person how looked at her and truly showed what they felt, not in the voice or their face, but in their eyes. She measures her life in the beauty granted in honesty, in vulnerability, in complete and irrevocable trust.
Secrets aren't meant to be handed freely, but to be given with careful hands and quiet smiles. And eyes. Eyes that light up in the summer, focused and proud and vulnerable. She'll fight with that on her chest, as proud to have so many eyes willing to reveal what lays beneath the vibrant colors.
Theatrical
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In olden days a glimpse of stocking was looked on as something shocking. But now, God knows, anything goes."
Quiet doesn't do a girl good. Well, not a girl that likes to sing and dance and act her way through life. Sometimes the day requires a more dramatic touch and Ophelia provides that. Of course, it's more than just a flair of dramatic taste; it runs deeper than that. Ophelia adores movies, plays, musicals, they give her a way to fill something empty in her life. Acting, from birth, had always been a large part of Ophelia's life. The innocent child, the one who was smart, but not too smart, who acted nothing less than a pretty face. It was just lies and deceit to her father, a way to get something out of it (and did he get something out of his little girl flashing those pearly white teeth and fluttering her lashes) and advance in his ambitions. To Ophelia, it was an outlet, something to channel all of her stress into. Something far healthier than seeing how high she could climb the sprawling cityscape. It certainly meant more than just a means to an end. It provided her a happiness her father couldn't quite give her. And it certainly helped her personality out a bit. Less conniving, manipulative daughter of a snake and more a conniving, cunning daredevil.
Independent
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Do it yourself or don't do it at all."
A lot of the time, Ophelia doesn't like to depend on others for help. Sure, she'll socialize and she loves company, but she prefers to do things with her own talents. If there's something she knows she can do if she just tries hard enough, Ophelia denies any kind of assistance with a dire vehemence. It certainly came at the insistence of her father, who saw dependence as some kind of weakness in some ironic way of his. How could he rightfully say that when he relied on fooling people to get what he wanted, instead of working for himself. Ophelia couldn't make the connection, and so she saw nothing in her father's supposed brilliance. Maybe she just became a little too independent herself, as she soon dropped the act of being her father's little tool.
Begrudging
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Uuuuh. I'd rather not."
Both definitions of the word describe Ophelia fairly well, though the resentful aspect is more so correct. She doesn't like doing things for people, giving people things, assisting them in any way and when she must, when they insist, she does so with as much objection as she can muster. Ophelia is very much reluctant to do anything without offer of a reward, as well. If there's nothing she gets out of it, then why should she do it in the first place. If it doesn't assist her in anyway, then there's no reason to assist, in the first place. Or at least, that's the persona she puts up. She's very secretive. Likes to keep people guessing.
Clever
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I think I get why things go over your head."
When you've got a brain, then the simple thing to do is use it. Ophelia has the smarts to gain an advantage in most situations she's in. She's clever, observant, spots certain things that other people don't and uses her creative talents to gain the upper hand. All in all, Ophelia is a slippery individual, elusive and hard to catch. She only ever lets herself get caught and only if it ties into her plans. Thinking ahead begets getting ahead. Ophelia tries to be on top of things, one step ahead of any opposition and waiting just at the finish line to trip anyone up. She's tricky and cunning, a decisive girl with instinct and wit as her weapons.
Aloof
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Scheming is a lot easier when no one sees you."
Despite her like for company, when Ophelia stands still is when she's farthest away from the people around her. Thinking takes her entire focus and she distances herself from any body that surrounds her. When things come down to it, Ophelia likes to contemplate alone, she likes to deal with things alone, and she likes to work on things that require her mind and focus alone. Thus, Opal tends to remove herself from the entirety of a group of people in order to do so, will skirt the walls, and seem to observe from afar.
Hidden Charity
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Sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about."
Only when people aren't looking, does Ophelia show the goodness in her. Not only did her father dislike any kind act of generosity, Opal hated the attention it would bring her. People telling her she's such a princess or that she's just looking to show how different she is from her father. It put her off, made her regret aiding anyone, whether it was with money or genuine help or even a smile. Ophelia likes to keep those niceties to herself; it became something of a constant for her, something she could keep that no one else had. And it made things more personal for her. It was a good use of her cleverness and her knack for subtleties.
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Hobbies::
Dancing
Singing
Baking
Scheming/Plotting
Acting
Preforming
Violin/Cello/Bass/Guitar/Piano
Ice Skating
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Likes::
Hiding
Secrets
Fooling People (Just for the sake of)
Playing Innocent
Being a Daredevil
Ice Cream Socials
Root-beer Float Nightcaps
Rooftops
Gardens
Mazes
Books
Rice-a-roni
Ravioli
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Dislikes::
Getting Caught
Tattlers
Gossip
Being Told Not To Do Something
Lectures
Being Cautious
Not Taking the Jump
Distrust
Feet Shuffling
Hesitation
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Crush/Significant Other::
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Schedule::
Period 1
:: Honors Composition
|| Period 2
:: Honors Geometry |
| Period 3
:: Auto Shop
|| Period 4
:: Lunch
|| Period 5
:: Honors War History
|| Period 6
:: Ballroom Dancing
|| Period 7
:: Honors Earth Science
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Other::
