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themxlodyofmiidnight · 5 years ago

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Aizalea’s bio { for mobile }

FC: Ksenia Solo.

Fandom? - Fandomless; can be put nearly anywhere.

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BASIC INFO.

Full name: Aizalea Elizabeth Nevermoore.

Pronunciation: (EYE-ZAIL-YAH)

Nickname(s):Ai-Ai, Ai, Aizzy, Lizzy or Izzy, She-wolf, Crazy bat, Ruby Red.

Stage name: “Izzy Moon.”

Race: Supernatural.

Specific species: Hybrid.

Heritage: Vampire and Werewolf.

Age: 242 years old. { She appears to be around 19 }

Relationship status: Single.

Preference? - Males. { Though she prefers those who behave like they have sense, and don’t assume she is going to sleep with them; or assume that they know everything about her. }

Job: Lead singer in her band, ‘BloodMoon.’

Likes: Hanging out with her friends, snacking on plasma fruits, hamburgers, singing at the top of her lungs, being crazy when no one else is around to know, drawing on herself with eyeliner, black cats, and her fans.

Dislikes: People assuming they know everything there is to know about either side of her biology, vampire or werewolf stereotypes, inaccurate portrayal of vampires and werewolves in pop culture (movies, books, songs, etc.), being in the sun too long and feeling sick because of it, days when she can’t get her voice to cooperate, people who mistreat others or who find it fun to abuse animals, the insulting implication that vampires sparkle in the sunlight, and garlic - it upsets her stomach.

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OTHER FORMS

WOLF

As a wolf, Aizalea is very strong. She is prone to attacking people if she sees them hurting someone else, and is fiercely loyal to those she befriends. Her hearing is amplified more than usual, as well as her sense of smell. She has a talent for sniffing out peoples’ intentions, and she isn’t very nice if she knows that what they’re up to isn’t any good.

Given that she is not like normal wolves in this form, she is able to jump much higher and longer distances than a born wolf is. Her jaw strength is harder, and her teeth are easily sharper. Her howl is louder, bigger in size than a female wolf usually is, and her bark carries a lot more bite. Aizalea can easily lead a pack if she needs to, but she doesn’t go looking for the position of a leader.

Around those she is close to, this form renders her as much more of a big puppy than anything else. Unless a guard dog is needed, of course.

She can be trusted to care for small children and other pets in a home, and likes to cuddle with her friends. Aizalea has been known to switch to this form when her friends are unhappy, so she can comfort them. Often choosing this form if she has to babysit, she enjoys giving ‘wolfie-back rides’ to little kids.

In appearance, she is a black wolf; with the occasional shine of red in her fur. Her eyes are bright, and vary in color depending upon her mood. Her fur is very soft, and is also very sensitive to touch. If danger is sensed, it often bristles up and stands on end.

Notes

- Calling her a ‘mutt’ will get your arm bitten.

- She loves to eat meat of most any kind, but her favorite things are hamburgers.

- She can communicate with most other canines, and the occasional feline, if needed.

- The ability to speak is held, though she will choose not to around people whom she does not know well.

- Certain howls or barks mean different things; quite a few sounds from her are those of warning, though she has an assortment of affection and happiness as well.

VAMPIRE BAT

In this form, Aizalea has all the advanced senses of a normal bat. She has the same disadvantages as a normal bat does, albeit they are not as troublesome to her; in the way that they are not quite as bad as would be those of a normal, everyday bat.

She is prone to eating plasma fruits when she needs to feed, if there are no other sources around. While she will threaten to if she feels the need, Aizalea will not actually feed off of any other animals or humans. She prefers to drink from blood pouches, and can often be seen perched up near the ceiling with a little bag of it, when travelling around with her friends.

Notes

- She is able to communicate with other bats.

- She can speak, but prefers not to if she is around people she doesn’t know.

- Plasma fruits are a good way to get on her good side.

- Aizalea has only attacked someone once before, and it was because it was someone who she couldn’t stand.

- Much like in her wolf form, she is bigger than most normal female bats (depending upon species, of course) and has very soft, sensitive black fur, with the occasional red shine to it.

In-Between

This form can take shape as either a wolf with bat wings, or a bat with a very fluffy tail. Most often, it is the former, not the latter.

Notes

- She can communicate either via howls or echolocation like a bat.

- Fruit and meat are both good ways to get her to like you.

- Her fur, like in her two main forms, is still black but with a red shine in the light.

- Aizalea’s hearing is far more sensitive in this form, and so it is easier for her ears to get hurt.

- If she speaks, it is mostly only with or around those whom she knows well.

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Backstory.

Early on.

Aizalea and Aelazia were born to their mother, Lady Eboneth Thorngrave; a woman of high respect and class, who had more than one secret lover after her husband’s disappearance. Believing him to be dead or to no longer love her, Eboneth did her best to move on.

While the majority of her loves were within her own species, she ( as many of her ancestors had before her ) strayed more than once, crossing the lines between other species and her own. Forbidden unions, as with many, do not often end well.

Aizalea’s father, a werewolf who Eboneth had fallen in love with, turned up missing as her first husband had. Leaving her pregnant and in need of solace, a night with a friend who offered her comfort ended with her pregnancy becoming that of not only one child, but two. Two girls, with different fathers.

As the genes of most ‘fantasy’ or ‘myth’ races are widely misunderstood and quite strange to humans, explaining how it is that Eboneth birthed two girls who looked the same - but had different genes - is no easy task. Chalking it up to her own family’s history of mixed genes, Eboneth has done her best to take care of her children ( of which, she has many ) to the best of her ability. Since the loss of not one love, but two, to mysterious circumstances - Eboneth has become quite tight-lipped about her romantic encounters. She has shielded herself from the idea of finding someone and remarrying, but has had more than a few children since the twins.

“Twins run in her family,” is her excuse often given, if ever asked about Aizalea or her sister Aelazia. Her reasoning as to why she named them as she did, varies from time to time. Often, she asks the person in return, if they do not think her daughters’ names are beautiful - given her powerful and intimidating presence, this usually ends the discussion if she doesn’t feel like going into it.

The truth being in part that Eboneth was under much duress during her pregnancy, she could not think very clearly when trying to come up with names for her children. She is embarrassed by this, but does think their names are pretty - as she did come up with them and their spellings on her own. ( Aside from some help from her sister. )

Growing up.

As the two girls grew up, they learned what it meant to be different. While their siblings loved them and did not care that they weren’t of ‘pure’ blood, there were those who posed a danger to them both. In the world of Supernaturals, hybridizations of certain beings is strictly prohibited. Such hybridizations as what Aizalea - called ‘Izzy’ by her family, and later, her friends - is, is one of the ones most severely sought out and destroyed. So much so, that she is one of very few that remains alive - even after the turning of the centuries.

Aelazia - called ‘Ally’ by her family - is one of the ones most often not spoken about. It is a hybridization of species so rarely occurring, that most Supernaturals do not address it. Those who do, find it an uneasy topic. Some, however, simply enjoy the hunt and the thrill gained by killing anything that isn’t seen as pure - thus putting her in danger as well.

Over time, Izzy showed an aptitude for singing. She spent a lot of her time doing so, when not learning from her mother or her aunt. Izzy loved to sit and make up songs out of nowhere, off the top of her head; Ally, however, liked to dance. She could sing too - but didn’t think she was very good at it, so she and Izzy played off one another - helping one another get better at either skill.

Both smarter than one would have expected, they eventually developed their own separate personalities from the other: Ally was not so apt to stand up for herself; Izzy, on the other hand, was. Soft and caring, and fierce and loyal. Izzy and Ally were inseparable for the longest time. If they weren’t learning from their mother or their aunt, they were having fun running around the mansion with their siblings.

They kept each other entertained for as long as any of their ( rather huge ) immediate family could remember.

However, a free spirit like Izzy’s couldn’t be tamed for forever.

Young adults.

After pleading with her mother to let her go, Izzy moved out of her family’s old mansion and headed to the city. From there, she traveled around trying to get noticed.

This caused both good, and bad, results.

Not having thought about the possible ill consequences of being open about who she was, Izzy ended up meeting her two best friends ( and later, bandmates ) after they came in and helped her get away from rude purebloods. Since then, Izzy has stuck with them - and learned, over time, who she could trust and who she couldn’t.

Ally has stuck at home for the most part; she is far more timid and less sure of herself than her sister is, and has spent a lot of time at home learning new skills. She has given up what she used to do with Izzy when they were growing up, and doesn’t mention it often. There is a lot of times when she wishes that she had been able to leave with her sister and regrets that she didn’t.

What she wants most, is to unite with her twin again. But she’s afraid… What will happen if she leaves?

This is what she asked herself many, many times - before she too, finally left home in search of her sister.

#Aizalea Nevermoore bio #{ for mobile }

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tothewaterhq · 6 years ago

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ACCEPTED // DWIGHT HALE

district six → mentor → jeremy renner fc

pronouns: he/him positive traits: witty, adaptable, easy-going negative traits: noncommittal, pessimistic, immature

tw: divorce, alcoholism, death mention, false pregnancy

describe their arena:

The tributes were raised into what felt like another catacomb. There was darkness surrounding them, walls of cracked stone. No natural light. The cornucopia was filled with weapons designed for tunnelling and was in the middle of an underground tunnel system, appearing like some kind of mine. Those believing twelve had an advantage were dead wrong. This was no ordinary underground tunnel system. The walls were alive, the rocks temperamental. One wrong move and a severe cave in could kill you. The tunnels went off in all directions and it was easy for tributes to get lost. The only lights were generator powered and flickering to add to the atmosphere. The water sources were few and far between. Some coming from old leaking pipes. A small stream ran through certain parts but the water had to be boiled and purified. Bodied of the dead were absorbed into the walls.

Above the ground was where the real battle arena lied. Designed for a gory final battle. Grass as far as the eye could see, no cover. It was littered with weapons as far as the eyes could see. Maces, knives, swords, spears. To get to it was no easy feat. Tributes would have to be chiselling away at the surface for days.

bio:

From the moment he was born Dwight Hale’s life was destined to become a roller coaster. His bright blue eyes sat above his squished nose. He had dirty blonde hair and lungs that seemed to want to terrify his mother as they decided to stop working every couple of seconds. Some might say he was born with a mischievous personality. As an infant, growing up in district six was a blessing for Dwight. Apparently being classified as the transportation district caused him to want to get moving quickly. He started climbing out of his crib within a year. As soon as he was taught to walk, he was running. Intelligence didn’t kick in quite as soon so time after time his mother had to stop him running straight into walls or roads. Not that it every seemed to prevent him from doing it again. Often Dwight would wear bumped heads or a bleeding nose. He scuffed his knees more than any child in the district. And he was proud of it. His mother would always patch him up.

Tamora Hale, Dwight’s mother, cared for him deeply. However, there was something she cared for a little bit more. The rebellion. Tamora didn’t trust or agree with anything that capitol did. She’d been whispering in a few peoples ears the same thing. When she got wind of District Thirteen, she knew she had to get there. So, In the middle of the night, she left her five-year-old son alone to embark on the journey. She would never return. Five-year-old Dwight wasn’t sure how long future-changing journey’s took, so he figured she’d be back in three days. But as he sat there running out of fingers to count the days she’d been gone on there was the realization that she wasn’t coming back.

Soon Dwight was removed from his home by some rather heavy-handed peacekeepers attempting to corral him to one of the local orphanages. They’d have to catch him first. He kept to the streets after that, falling in with a group of older street rats who saw him as a great way to get food. He was young and cute. Also, his speed meant he was great at the grab and run. Local market vendors dubbed him ‘sneaky little midget’. The boys became his family, showering him with praise about how great he was. However, their age difference meant they were destined to get older and move on. As each of them reached the full-time work age they left, got jobs, started families. All around turned their lives around. As the penultimate original member of their little gang left, he christened Dwight leader. A notion that made Dwight’s head swell to the size that made him think he didn’t need anyone else.

One morning he decided to steal a pot of soap from the wrong stall. It was a stupid plan. How was an eleven year old supposed to carry an entire pot of boiling liquid down the street. However, Dwight had always been, act first think later. It was no surprise he was caught red handed.

The soup sellers name was Marella Smyth, though as it turned out, everyone called her Ma. There was a reason for that. She was known for taking in stray kids, usually young boys who got themselves into trouble. So naturally she was drawn to Dwight. She gave him a bed to sleep in and an endless supply of soup. Though she wasn’t totally a mother figure, she was a close as most of the boys in her care had ever had. Over the years more boys joined the house and were quickly conned ‘Ma’s boys.’ But Ma wasn’t so good as disciplining her boys. It wasn’t her place, she believed. So, they still ran wild across the district and Dwight, being the first and oldest, was the leader of their gang. Which is pretty much what they were. The group of damaged boys were a catalyst to each other and when together, caused trouble. They picked on people, stole things then ran away. Of course, Dwight was always first to flee the scene with his ‘every man for himself’ mentality. He’d learned that you had to be selfish though. That was how you survived.

Dwight had never given much thought to the games. He had too much to worry about in his own life for that. His first reapings were non-events. He and his group of friends often mocked the kids that were reaped as they died. It was poetic irony that Dwight’s name was called when he was fifteen. He’d tried to get one of his friends standing next to him to volunteer. However, it seemed that his ‘every man for himself’ policy had rubbed off on them.

The capitol tried to sell him as ‘the poor boy from six’ and ‘the simple street urchin’ to get some sympathy. On his mentor’s advice, he played up the angle. Which at first, he didn’t believe was an angle. It wasn’t until he’d gotten into the training room and had been reading over the survival skills that he realised he knew most of this stuff already. His years fending for himself had paid off. Yet he continued to play dumb. He scored a meagre score of three during his private training session. And when interviews came around he pretended not to know what some of the big words Caesar was using were. Okay, that wasn’t all pretend. To this day he struggled to remember ‘trepidation’. Then the big day was upon the twenty-four unlucky souls and Dwight did what he’d always been taught to do. Survive.

The area wasn’t his favourite. The underground tunnels made it hard to see but after a while his eyes adjusted. In the cornucopia he’d gone straight for the big guns, knowing his speed would be an advantage. He managed to get his hands on a backpack and a scythe that he didn’t know how to use. Then he’d fled the scene. Ten people died in the bloodbath. The faces were projected wherever the tributes were sleeping. Which Dwight considered very dumb as it led to them being easily detected. Thankfully the network of tunnels meant that Dwight avoided all tributes for the first two days. On day three he’d done the stupid thing of attempting to chisel his way out of the underground tunnels and caused a mound of dirt and rock to cave in on himself. Not the smartest idea. He’d woken up thinking he was dead. The capitol thought that too at first. He was on his way out. However, like the cockroach he was, he survived. Realising that he could use the arena to his advantage. He managed to track down the careers, at the cornucopia, so predictable. Then during the night, he started slowly chiselling away at some rock nearby, leaving it at a very precarious position. Then, he emerged from underneath it, right in the eyesight of the careers. Three of the four that were still around did exactly as he’d expected, they started chasing him. Then he’d delivered one last blow to the chipped wall and caused rocks and dirt to cave in on all three of them. One had apparently been dealt a blow by a falling rock that killed them instantly. The other two Dwight suffocated with a piece of cloth.

He caused a few more cave ins whilst in the tunnels. Then had focused his attention of trying to break through the layer of dirt on the surface. Dwight had figured that there was something above him considering he hadn’t been killed by a forcefield. So, he kept working. On the final day he was greeted by sunlight and a message from the capitol informing him that there was two people left. For the final battle, the capitol had replenished weapons on the surface. Dwight was already there. Knowing that he couldn’t win a fight against the boy from one, he blocked the exit. Meaning he had twenty four hours to prepare. The capitol had decided to assist the boy from one by causing some rocks to fall and give him a way out. But Dwight was waiting with a knife. He stabbed him in his neck upon his first breath of fresh air. They declared him the winner.

His days were a blur post-victory. Mostly because his vision had been royally screwed by the lack of light in the caves. He ditched his old friends and moved into the victor’s village. He was miserable. Embarrassed about his constant need to wear sunglasses and his misery, he wasn’t the most sociable of people. Becoming rather aloof as far as the capitol was concerned. So, when it was announced that he was getting married at twenty one years old sponsors weekly were all over it. His fiancé Alma was one of the market workers daughter. She’d given him an apple once. Turned out she was one of the only people that still treated him like that naughty kid. Which he appreciated. Alma made him feel like he was good at something. It was a very public wedding. The capitol had made sure of that. People loved seeing Dwight look so smart.

The two became the hottest young couple. However, it didn’t last. Two years into their marriage, the man who’d moved at fifty miles an hour his entire life wasn’t enjoying the slow married life. Alma wanted a child. That was something Dwight wasn’t ready for. Frustration built up inside him and he started to get mean. Not happy with the person he’d become, Dwight’s ego decided to blame Alma for their marriage falling apart, rather publicly as well. Front page of sponsors weekly thanks to a lovely capitol reported called Nessa whom he’d made a deal with. Alma had threatened to cut his balls off. She settled for a divorce.

Nessa had done a good job at making sure he got some positive press post-divorce. She did a good job satisfying him in other areas as well. They were completely casual though, to him anyway. He didn’t realise Nessa had feelings for him until a year after he split from Alma. So, when she threatened to expose him, he started dating her. She was a piece of work. Everything that he’d falsely accused Alma of being. Dwight was twenty-seven when he felt obliged to propose to her. They kept their relationship secret until one year later. Nessa, bored of the marriage she decided to use him as a stepping stone in her career via another public divorce. Only this time, she threw every name under the sun at him and went after his money. Nessa was good at getting what she wanted.

After that Dwight closed the chapter in his life he’d labelled ‘demonic hell beast’ and focused on himself for the first time in a while. Without distractions he was able to get clean and focus on mentoring. Which he wasn’t half bad at when he put his mind to it. He was good at giving the tributes alternate strategies. After all, that was how he’d won. Though every year when one died, he did take it hard. His new persona ‘didn’t like failure.’ He quoted in the double page spread Sponsors weekly had done for him. He seemed to skip his mid-life crisis stage at thirty ( guess life decided he’d had enough of them in his twenties ) Then thirty-seven hit with a bang when Esmerelda Little was hired as the new escort for district six. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Warm and fuzzy. He heard someone behind him say ‘don’t even think about it’ It was too late for that. Dwight’s new personality was a perfect match for Esme. He did make sure that he actually liked her before marrying her this time. He was older though, mature. And it was the perfect publicity —- come to think of it, that was a red flag.

Truth was, he didn’t mean to hurt Esme. But she was a busy woman, even after they were married. He’d returned to the capitol to find Marella had passed away and she wasn’t around to support him. That on top of losing more tributes didn’t bode well for Dwight. Alcohol was there to support him…so were prostitutes.

The sponsors weekly title three months later read, ‘Dwight’s Dodgy Dealings’ and detailed his continued interactions with prostitutes and drinking. Claiming he’d cheated on Elsa with five prostitutes. That was a lie.

It was only three.

Elsa divorced him and once again took money out of his pocket. He was paying of a dozen people that knew secrets about him. His monthly mentoring funds were dwindling. Looking back, he was in no position to agree to another marriage. He needed to do something to recover his image though. It would make a sellable story. So, when a prostitute claimed to be pregnant with his baby his brain said, why not?!

Nine months later he became a four-time-divorcée. The pregnancy nothing but a work of fiction. No baby, no marriage.

Thankfully that tally has remained at four divorces. Unfortunately, his bank account is still paying the price. As is his health. As he’s vowed to not end up in another marriage his outlet for stress is alcohol once again. His light sensitivity constantly pisses him off. And pretending to be smart didn’t work out for him. Smart people are held responsible for their actions. So, the dumb act was switched back on. Sweet naïve Dwight. Tricked into four marriages, unlucky in love. … Maybe he should take a vow of celibacy.

PLAYED BY // JO

#accepted #dwight #// so so sorry for the delay on this!!

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missmarnie-blog1 · 7 years ago

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MARNIE HUNT: A Family Portrait

top row (left to right): Harvey George Hunt, Marnie Daphne Hunt, Jessica Emily Edwards (née Tate) bottom row (left to right): James Richard Edwards, Penelope Grace Edwards, Devin Elizabeth Edwards

Harvey

Relation: Father (Close)

Age: 52

Occupation: Professor of Religious Iconology at Yale

FC: Simon Baker

Bio: TW: Death, Religion

Harvey Hunt spent most of his childhood in church. His grandfather was a preacher, his father played the organ and his mother sang in the choir. He attended Sunday school, he learnt scripture until he knew it like the back of his own hand, he would hum hymns around the house. Harvey was a good church boy until his grandfather was killed during a missionary trip in South America. He couldn’t understand how God could so mercilessly take him away, when he had been so faithful, when he had been serving him. The crisis of faith began and at seventeen he was left without the security of the one thing he had always been certain about. It wasn’t until his freshman year of college that he began to show an interest in God again, or more specifically an interest in religion. He tried to make sense of the importance that faith had held throughout history, throughout cultures, and while he could never quite bring himself to believe so fully again he did find it fascinating. He switched majors to History with Religious Studies and somewhat unknowingly set the course for the rest of his life.

In the Summer before he started his PhD he met Jessica Tate, funny and lively - everything that he wasn’t. It was love at first sight, for Harvey at least, and he spent the warm months following every adventure her heart took her on. When Marnie was born almost a year later, he decided that parenthood would be the best adventure yet.

Being left with a five year old was hard, losing the love of his life was hard, but when Harvey looked at his little girl and saw her devouring books or rescuing a stray kitten, he couldn’t bring himself to ever forget meeting Jessica. She gave him Marnie and so he has always preached that it’s much better to have loved and lost than never loved at all. He worries about his daughter, that by tethering herself to her soulmate she may end up without that same love in her life.

Jessica

Relation: Mother (Not Close)

Age: 50

Occupation: Event Planner

FC: Ellen Pompeo

Bio:

When Jessica was born her mother had hoped that she would be sugar and spice and all things nice, after four sons all her parents wanted was a calm little angle. They didn’t get one. Instead she followed her older brothers everywhere; she played baseball, she sneaked out to parties, she crashed her father’s car. Anybody could see she was a wild child, always seeking adventure and not wanting to be tied down. So when that little feather darkened and fully developed on her back, when the dreams started so vividly that they couldn’t be ignored, she ran as fast as she could and didn’t stop until she was forced to.

That force came in the form of Harvey Hunt, mild mannered and a total gentleman who walked into her section at the diner and stuttered his way through an introduction. He blushed and she smiled and before she knew it he was her nice big adventure. She had three months left of her six month lease, she wanted to spend them lost in a Summer fling. Unfortunately her own reckless nature meant that this was no fling at all, by September she was picking out names with him and trying not to panic over the little life inside of her.

And she didn’t. When Marnie was born, Jessica wondered how she had ever been worried about this, about the love and warmth that filled heart from the moment she held her daughter. It worked for years, in fact she had almost forgotten about her mark when she literally banged into James Edwards at the local grocery store. And then she felt it, how Harvery had described meeting his best friend, that instant connection that just means you know. Her heart broke, of course it did, when she left Marnie behind, but she wasn’t sure she’d ever recover if she lost her chance with James.

James

Relation: Step-Father (Not Close)

Age: 56

Occupation: Lawyer (Senior Partner)

FC: Gary Oldman

Bio:

The Edwards were not a happy family. They were rich, they were powerful, but they were not happy. James would have liked to say that it was because his parents weren’t soulmates, they were just no people who had say the practical side to marrying each other, but he knew that really some people are just born to be miserable. And so he was determined not to be. He went out of his way to find sources of happiness however small they might be. He partied hard, he jumped out of planes and climbed Kilimanjaro. He wanted that rush of adrenaline and satisfaction, but even he could see that it was all just distraction.

He wanted to meet her. His ultimate source of happiness. The One. His soulmate. He wasn’t sure how he would meet her, but he was sure that it wouldn’t be as unspectacular as going to fetch his ailing aunt some groceries while he was in town visiting. It definitely wasn’t with a pre-schooler by her side. He was sure that it had to be some kind of mistake, that this seemingly happy woman had to have just been a pretty face that made his heart flutter in ways it hadn’t before, but he just couldn’t stay away. He hated how dirty their secret meetings felt, but the more time he spent with Jessica the more he knew that she was who he had been waiting on.

The worst part of finding her, the only part that made his gut retch was how badly it effected Marnie. He wanted to know the girl, his wife loved her so much how could he not too, but she had very little interest and he couldn’t find it within himself to blame her. The one time they attempted to take her overnight she had screamed and cried for her father, her real father, until he had come to get her and after that James learnt to keep his distance during the short time he spent with his step-daughter.

Penelope

Relation: Half-Sister (Not Close)

Age: 19

Occupation: Freshman at NYU (Major: Media Studies)/Part-time Waitress

FC: Stefanie Scott

Bio:

For as long as Penelope can remember there always seemed to be something missing from her family. The lived in a nice house, in the hustle and bustle of San Francisco but on a nice street with other kids her age. Her parents were soulmates, just like almost everybody else’s parents, and she had been a big sister for almost as long as she could remember. So for all intents and purposes they were perfectly average, and yet there was always something that she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

The answer came when she was six and her first grade teacher asked her to do her family tree. She had thought it was easy. She knew her family after all. There was only her mommy and daddy and her little sister. It was only when her mother put down a photo of Marnie, their friend that they went and visited a few times a year, that she understood what was so off. Marnie wasn’t a friend, she was her sister - her older sister - and at first she was confused about how that could be. Her mother and father were soulmates, how could she have a child with somebody else.

As Penelope grew so did her understanding of the situation and with that came disgust. She couldn’t look at her mother without remembering that she had just abandoned her first child, she struggled to understand how her father could justify the hurt he had caused a family. The magic of soulmates was gone, she couldn’t see the beauty when she knew that it had the potential to hurt. Suddenly she felt guilty for all that she had, so totally unaware that Marnie wasn’t miserable without their mother. In hopes to make amends with her sister, as though she could somehow make up for the destruction her parents’ relationship had caused, she moved to New York and almost immediately made the trip down to Kingston. Imagine her surprise when her sister turned down her apology and politely told her never to call in unannounced again, after she’d finished off the plate of cookies herself. Every so often Marnie will get a call from her, but she never answers and Penelope is so unsure as to why.

Devin

Relation: Half-Sister (Not Close)

Age: 16

Occupation: Freshman in High School

FC: Sabrina Carpenter

Bio:

Devin wasn’t like her sister, she wants for nothing. She wakes up everyday with the sun ready to kiss her skin, her hair tied up in a ponytail for cheer practice and most recently her new car keys jingling in her hand. Even as a child she would almost dance around Connecticut during their visits, while Penelope looked to the ground and muttered about how wrong it felt. She takes nothing too seriously and lives entirely in the moment, perhaps a little too much like her mother for her own good.

She doesn’t care if her parents are in love or if they are soulmates, she doesn’t care for who had to be hurt or torn apart for her existence and she certainly doesn’t think much about meeting her own soulmate one day. While some girls in her class count down the days until their dreams will start or others proclaim that the whole thing is a placebo effect created by the markings, Devin dreams of seeing the world and plans out the journeys she will take some day.

It may seem cruel to some, but she hardly spares a thought for her half-sister. While Penelope has grown so close to her, or more accurately the idea of her, Devin barely thinks of Marnie as a sister. It’s been years since the two have seen each other, the most contact being the gift vouchers her older sister sends on her birthdays or at Christmas, and that’s just the way she likes it. Devin’s life is good just how it is, she doesn’t see a need for anything to change.

#| family ; tba |#//disturbing that these npcs have full bios #don't feel as though you actually have to read this #it's just evidence no 1 that i need a life

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