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[Delirius]

ᴡᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴀʟɪᴋᴇ.
ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀs ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ sᴏᴜʟ -
ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ɴɪɴᴇᴛᴇᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀs -
ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀs ʏᴇᴛ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴜs.
ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ sᴛʀɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴛʜɪs.


ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴀɴ,
sɪx ғᴇᴇᴛ ᴛᴀʟʟ - ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴀʀᴇ ғɪᴠᴇ ɪɴᴄʜᴇs.
ɪ sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ʀᴏᴜɢʜʟʏ ғɪᴠᴇ ғᴏᴏᴛ sᴇᴠᴇɴ.
ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴜᴇss ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴘᴏᴜɴᴅs.


╰ oн, мy dear, yoυ are ѕorely мιѕтaĸen . . .
╰ нowever - we ғear yoυ wιll never вe correcт.
╰ . . . ѕo pleaѕe. ѕtop тryιng ?


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ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs ɪsᴀᴀᴄ ᴊᴏsʜᴜᴀ ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛɪɴ . . .
ᴏʀ ɪs ɪᴛ ɴɪᴄʜᴏʟᴀs ʙʀᴇɴɴᴀɴ ᴄʜʀɪsᴛɪᴀɴᴏ ?
ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ.
ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ.




ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ,
ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜsᴇs.





ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴘsʏᴄʜɪᴄ -
ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ,
ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀʏ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ.





ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ,
ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍɪɴᴅ . . .
sʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ʙᴏᴅɪᴇs ?

ᴛʀɪᴠɪᴀʟ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ, ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ.
ʙᴜᴛ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴsɪsᴛ.
ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ɴɪᴄʜᴏʟᴀs.
ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪsʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʜɪᴍ,
ᴍʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ɪᴋᴇ.





ᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪsᴇ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ -
ᴡʜʏ, ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ.
ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴏʀɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜs
ᴀɴᴅ ᴀs ᴏғ ɴᴏᴡ,
ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɴɪɴᴇᴛᴇᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ᴀɢᴇ.
ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴀ ʜɪɢʜ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ,
ɪғ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs
sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ʀᴜɪɴᴇᴅ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴇxɪsᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ.





ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴғɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴍɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs.
ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ. ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ. sᴏɴɢ. ᴘᴀɪɴᴛɪɴɢ. sᴋᴇᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ.
ᴡᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ᴇxǫᴜɪsɪᴛᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ,
ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇss...
ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀsᴇʟᴠᴇs. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ.




╰ yoυ тнιnĸ yoυ can wιn ?
╰ we ιмplore yoυ - proceed тo aмυѕe υѕ.





╰ lιғe ιѕ noт вυт вlacĸ and wнιтe.
╰ ѕтay cloѕe тo υѕ,
╰ and yoυ can eхplore тнoѕe мany ѕнadeѕ oғ grey


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ᴛʜᴇ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ ɪs ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏsᴇ ɪs. ᴡᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴏɴ ᴀ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇʀ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ. ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀ ᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ, ᴏʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀ ᴜs ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ? ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏsᴛ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴀ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ. sᴏᴍᴇ, ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀᴀᴘ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍɪɴᴅs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴜs ᴀɴᴅ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʟɪᴇ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜʀғᴀᴄᴇ. ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʀɪᴜᴍᴘʜ ɪɴ ᴡᴀʀ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ sɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟᴏʏᴀʟᴛʏ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴɴᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴜs ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀʟʏ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪs ɪɴ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅɪsᴛʀᴇssɪɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ . . .ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴇɢɪɴs, ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜsᴇs ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ





ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ?
ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ ᴀ ᴠᴏɪᴅ ᴏғ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢɴᴇss.
ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪsʜ ғᴏʀ ɪɴ ᴀ ʟɪғᴇ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜs,
ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ɴᴏʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡᴇ ʙᴇ ᴅᴇғᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ.
ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴜs sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ,
ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴇᴠɪᴀɴᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ.
ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪᴀɴᴛs.
ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ɢʀᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ɪᴛs ᴛʀᴀɴsғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ.
ᴡᴇ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴛɪsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴғᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋᴇᴘᴛɪᴄ.
ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀ ᴍᴜsᴇ ᴛᴏ ғᴜᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ.




ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ғɪᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴄɪᴇᴛʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ. ɪ sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴜs sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ. ᴡᴇ ᴘᴜʀsᴜᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛ, ᴏʀ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜʀsᴜᴇ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʙᴏɴᴅ ʙɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴜs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ɴᴏʀ ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ.










╰ do yoυ noт ѕυвмιт ?
╰ a ѕecreт can only вe a ѕecreт . . .
╰ ιғ no one ĸnowѕ oғ ιт



ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ sᴏ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ.
ᴛᴏ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs.
ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʟɪᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜɴ ɪɴ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ?
ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ғᴇᴡ ᴡᴀʏs ᴛᴏ ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ.
ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇʟɪsʜ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ.
ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs ᴀʀᴇ ᴠɪʟᴇ, ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs,
ʀᴀᴛs sᴄʀᴀᴍʙʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʀʙᴀɢᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴘ,
ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟᴀʏ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀᴛs ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ -
ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏssɪʙʟʏ sʟᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟᴜsᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴀᴋ.
ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɢᴏᴅs ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sɪᴅᴇ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪsʜ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ.
ᴛᴏ sᴄʀᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀçᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ʟᴀɪɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜʀғᴀᴄᴇ.




ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅɪsᴛʀᴜsᴛғᴜʟ . . .
ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴛʀᴀɢɪᴄ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ.












╰ вeqυeaтн us noт yoυr ιnтenтιonѕ.
╰ yoυ are qυιтe predιcтaвle.

ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴀssɪᴏɴs. ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇs. ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs.
ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴜʀs. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ.

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[sparrow.]

Male coming.

вєтὠєєи тὠσ є v ι ℓ s, ι αℓὠαγs ριcκ тнє σиє ι иєvєя тяìєd вєғσяє.

“тнe wolғ cнαɴɢeѕ нιѕ coαт, вυт ɴoт нιѕ dιѕpoѕιтιoɴ."
“ғor тнe ѕтreɴɢтн oғ тнe pαcĸ ιѕ тнe wolғ, αɴd тнe
ѕтreɴɢтн oғ тнe wolғ ιѕ тнe pαcĸ.

» spαяяow « » seveɴтeeɴ « » ғemale « » тнe "spuɴky" oɴe «

ɴαme → spαяяow
ɴicknαme → spαяtα
geɴder → femαle
αge → 17
dαтe of bιrтн → 10-13-94

» ɴαme « spαяяow olιvια lαureια →

Why hello, lovelies. Sparrow at your service! I'm not quite sure how my mum came about choosing my name. It's quite an odd one, for a girl at least. Well, I guess. Oh well. My middle name, Olivia is a family name. My great-grandfather's name, and my mom decided to call me Olivia, as she loved the old man so much. My last name is also a family name. I've got no idea where it generated from, but it sounds like lee-laura-lie. Odd, right? To many "L's" in my opinion. My family and names...I swear.

» ɴιcĸɴαme « spαrtα →
I'm not really sure where the nickname "sparta" came from. It's an odd one, that's for sure. But, really. I just have odd friends and family. Half the time, I don't even think their human beings. Between you and me, you wouldn't either if you knew them for a long enough time.

» geɴder « femαle →
Um, excuse me? Are you blind? I thought it was quite obvious I'm a female. Evidently I need to do something to show that I am. You would think that the hips, and other feminine looks would be the first hint! Sheesh.

» αge « seveɴтeeɴ →
I'm seventeen. I've been driving since I was fourteen, but shhhh, that's not supposed to be known. Next year I'm supposed to turn eighteen, but I don't know if I'm exactly looking forward to it. I mean, I've grown up enough, why add a year to remind us? But hey, can't change time, can we?

» dob « ocтober 13тн →
I was born in the fall! You know. That season right after summer, and right before winter? Ah, it's always so beautiful in the fall. What with the tree's leaves changing color from their boring green colors to those rich autumn colors. Scarlet, golden, brown, pinkish-green. Man, it's seriously one of the prettiest things in the world. When I was little, I remember my mom and I would go out on this little hill by our cottage and watch the tree's for a week. We'd take pictures, and mom would paint the landscape. It was always so gorgeous, watching the valley's trees change color. I miss that place... But hey, life goes on, and people change.





тнe wolғ cнαɴɢeѕ нιѕ coαт, вυт ɴoт нιѕ dιѕpoѕιтιoɴ."
“ғor тнe ѕтreɴɢтн oғ тнe pαcĸ ιѕ тнe wolғ, αɴd тнe
ѕтreɴɢтн oғ тнe wolғ ιѕ тнe pαcĸ.



eтнɴιcity → wнιтe
eye color → blue-ɢold
нaιr color → browɴ-black
нeιghт→ 5'2''
weιghт →105
body buιld → нourɢlass
тaттoos → oɴly тwo
pιercιngs → ears
peтs → oɴe cat oɴe doɢ











» eтнɴιcity « basic info here →
Sparrow's a mix of many different cultures, and is actually fluent in a few different ones. Okay, moving onwards. Though she never met her father, her mother told her many stories of the mysterious man. Apparently, he was of Italian-looking and French bloods, and quite the handsome figure. Tall, dark, and amber-eyed, he was the only man she ever loved.
Alongside her father's ethnicity, Sparrow's mother was also partly French, though she carried Irish, British, and a bit of Spaniard blood in her, though you couldn't see it with her ivory skin, blue eyes, blonde hair and petite figure. Most everyone assumed she was simply fully Irish, or French.
Sparrow, on the other hand, gained her mother's petite figure, long legs, ivory skin, and large, doe-eyed gaze. However, she gained her father's black hair, but her mothers brilliant blue eyes.



» eye color « basic info here →
Sparrow's eye's are a stunning icy blue with a dark black ring around the iris. Dark golden flecks dot the iris, and her eyes seem to look right through you. Her eyes are large and exotic looking with thick black lashes ringing it, that when she bats them it's quite hard to resist. More often than not, her eyes will darken and lighten with her moods, the angrier she is, the darker, the more easygoing, the lighter.


» нaιr color « black →
Sparrow's hair is a brilliant black. It's like the night sky, right at the point before midnight, when the stars are glimmering ever so lightly in the blanket of black. It's quite long, and reaches about her mid-back. Depending on the day, her hair either curls, or straightens. Though it's usually straight, even though she prefers it to be in a braid, ponytail or bun. However, when she prefers to leave it down, it likes to curl in loose curls. Though, lately, she's been keeping it in a messy bun or different braids, and the occasional ponytail. Occasionally, under false, florescent lights, her hair will give off a carmel-brown sheen. Sometimes, with bright sunlight, it will also give off the impression of brown colored hair.


» нeιghт « 5' 2'' →
Most everyone makes fun of Sparrow for her small size. Though she is only five two, (like her mother) she has long legs, and a well-built body, and she can usually outrun most people, since she uses her small size to her advantage. Unlike some females who tower over others, or are just the right height, Sparrow is extremely small.


» weιghт « 105 →
Along with her small size, comes light-weight. Sparrow comes to a whopping [;)] 105 pounds, and doesn't seem to gain much weight. Every once in a while, she'll get to about a hundred and ten but she quickly drops back to 105 or lower, considering she is always on the move and working out.


» ғαcιαl sтяucтuяє « υиìqυє →
Sparrow's face is a heart-shaped oval, with high cheekbones and a slightly upturned nose, which her mother often called a 'button nose', in which a smattering of golden freckles cover the bridge. Her odd eyes stand out against her ivory skin tone, and her high cheekbones and full lips complete the look. Her eyebrows are a bit odd, being ever so slightly lighter than her hair colour, but they are slim and well-shaped.


» body buιld « нourɢlass →
Sparrow is defiantly a runner. With a thin, hourglass-ish figure, she has a nice build, with a somewhat under-average height and long legs. Built like a swimmer or a runner, she has a good bit of muscle, not really noticeable unless you're the one fighting her, but it's very obvious when you're flat on your back, a knife to your throat, or her teeth at your throat (when she's in wolf form, that is) Her shoulders aren't huge, but aren't crazy narrow, though they could be considered somewhat narrow. She has a good bone-build overall, and long fingered delicate hands which she also inherited from her mother, and which come in hand when she's making a dangerous snare.


» тaттoos « ғour; fate, soul, bird, love →
Sparrow has four tattoo's. Each means something important to her. After her mother was killed, she got tattoo's to remind herself. Her's was lyric's from the beatles song, Let it be with three little birds surrounding it. She decided to get the fate fell short earlier that year, when Jamie's death anniversary rolled around, and she was feeling particularly sorry for herself. Her third tattoo, she got in secret. She'd seen it before, and it reminded her of the song "Bring me to Life" by Evasance, so she decided to get the tattoo Awake My Soul. and her fourth and final tattoo, is a simple tattoo that says Love. She honestly doesn't care what people think about her tattoo's. They're a part of her, and they aren't going anywhere.


» pιercιngs « єαяs →
Sparrow isn't a huge fan of piercing's, such as gauges, but she does have her ears pierced, but simply. One stud, in the top, one slightly below that, where she always wears an earring that say's "love", and the last one which is a rose. She has had the earring since she was nine, as they were the last gift her mother gave her before dying.


» peтs « basic info here →
detailed info here

[right]

нιsтory → somєwнαт odd
peяsoɴαlιтy → яeαd oɴ.
ғamιly → oɴe sιster, dєcєαsєd moтнєя
bιrтн place → londoɴ, єɴɢlαɴd
1 lιke → αяt
1 dιslιke → αbusєrs
ғαvorιтє musιcιαɴ → єd shєєяαɴ, duн.
ғαvorιтє book → uɴdєcιdєd
ғαvorιтvє soɴɢ → smαll bump ; єd shєєяαɴ
peтs → one doɢ, one caт

» нιsтory « basic info here →

wip

» peяsoɴαlιтy « яeαd oɴ. →
Sparrow is your "Tough-as-nails", "don't mess with me sort of girl. When she has an opinion, she'll speak it, loud and clear. She's quite the spunky girl. Sarcasm and wit are two of her gifts, and she uses them, much to peoples complaint. Quite the odd girl, she doesn't care what others think about her, and will do what she wants when she wants, often resulting in her getting into quite a bit of trouble with those who seem to be in charge, and she doesn't seem to really care. Stubborn like an ox, Sparrow won't do something just because everyone else is. She's always going against the flow and pushing herself to the limits of trouble. She is a total tomboy, and is always doing things that others tell her she can't. However, she is one of the most loyal and fierce people you will ever meet. Never one to back down from a fight, she is crazy protective of those she cares about and will defend you to the end. Don't try and lie to her, as she tends to read most people quite well. Having to watch out for her twin her entire life has helped her get a good read on people. A piece of advice? Don't ever, ever underestimate her.

stubborn;; Sparrow is probably the most stubborn girl you'll ever meet. She absolutely hates taking orders and will not do them how you want them, rather she'll put her own spin on it. Messing with her when she's in her stubborn mood will probably get you a black eye, so I'd advise against it.
hot-headed;; Do not mess with Sparrow. That's the number one rule for this girl. She's got quite the temper and won't back down if you've ticked her off. This'll often get her in trouble, and she'll get pissed if you try and prove her wrong. Like all women, Sparrow is always right.
determined;; Sparrow's always got a motivation behind her actions. If she's doing something, it's going to get finished. She doesn't like doing things half-way, and she'll always get her job done, no matter the consequence.
intelligent;; Just because she's practically lived on the streets for half her life, doesn't mean she was born in a gutter. Sparrow is quite intelligent, especially when it comes to battle strategy or stealing. She may not be the best at math and the likes, but she's quite intelligent otherwise.
clever;; Sparrow's very clever. She has a very sarcastic sense of humor, and if you've messed up, she'll tease you endlessly for it. Because she's quite street-smart, she's very clever and witty, always ready to have a good time, unless you've gotten on her bad side, in which case, she'll probably come at you with her teeth bared
a fighter;; Do not ever expect Sparrow to give up and just roll over. If you do, you're likely to be dead within moments. No matter what, she'll fight back, even if the situation seems impossible to escape. That's just how Sparrow was wired, and she'll never stop doing so.
dangerous;; She may not seem it at first glance, but Sparrow is most certainly not one you want to tangle with. When she feels threatened, she goes all ninja on a person and will fight for her life. Her first instinct is fight or flight, and fight usually takes over.
untouchable;; Sparrow is seen as untouchable. She is quite the closed off girl, and everything she does is quite secretive. She doesn't like people having an insight on her life, and will tell you the bare minimum, unless she feels like saying more. But don't get your hopes up.
artistic;; Sparrow is extremely artistic. She loves putting effort into her work, and won't slack off on it. She's extremely skilled with paints, and charcoal, and it's unlikely to ever see her without a pencil of some sort at least a foot away from her. She's very skilled, and her drawings look so realistic, people think it's a fake.

» bιrтн place « londoɴ, eɴɢlαɴd →
Sparrow was born in England. She lived there until she was about ten, when her mother died, she was moved to the American Assassin academy. She soon became best friends with Hannah, and when Hannah's parent's where killed, Sparrow went with her to find their killers. When Hannah killed three of the five of them, Sparrow wasn't surprised, and she promised to help her friend with finding her parent's killers. Oh, and she still has her accent.

» ғαmily « oɴe sιster, deceαsed moтнeя →
Sparrow's father was unknown, and her mother was killed by a jealous assassin. Her somewhat Step-father was killed by the same jealous assassin, and now she only has her pretty-much-sister, Hannah. Since she's known her most of her life, she considers her her sister.

» lιkes« basic info here →
Playing Guitar, Violin, Singing, Ballet, Kick-boxing, any form of fighting, arguing, bulldogs, volleyball, soccer, training, music, night-time, being alone, and fighting. She's much more of a tomboy, and won't hang out with girls, as they tend to grate on her nerves. The only thing that she does that is even remotely girly is ballet, and she's not your pretty-in-pink normal ballet girl. Sparrow loves birds, and has a strange fascination with trees. Often, one can find her hiding in the thick branches of a tree, or flopped in dew-wet grass, watching the stars fade against the oncoming blue morning. But, no one really see's that side of Sparrow. If she likes you enough, maybe you will.

» dιslιkes « basic info here →
Annoying girls, snotty girls, mean girls, just generally girls. People who think she's a girly-girl for doing ballet, and won't leave her alone. She hate's when people try and get the best of her and try and arguing with her (your likely to lose if you try and argue). She hates discriminators, abusers of any sort, jerks, bullies, and smart people who act dumb for attention. She doesn't like it if people don't stand up for themselves, but she dislikes the bullier even more so. Most of the time, she follow's her own rules, and takes care of herself, therefore she hates when people try and boss her around.

» ғavorιтe musιcιαn « basic info here →
You know the crazy english ginger who writes his own songs? Well, Sparrow loves, loves, loves, Ed. As a matter of fact, she got to see him in concert a while back. She's completely obsessed with him, and has every single one of his songs on her iPod.

» ғavorιтe book « basic info here →
"Oh, that's a hard one. I like way to many books to be truly committed to just one. There's just so many! You can't make me choose. I refuse. But I guess some of my top ten would be, The Mortal Instruments, The Hunger Games (Hated, hated, hated the third one! The whole reason she goes into the Games *starts muttering to self) Anything Jodi Picoult, and practically every other book known to man. Got a suggestion for me? I've either read it, or plan to! c: "

» ғavorιтe sonɢ « basic info here →
"This is the saddest, and most depressing song by Ed Sheeran. But I absolutely love it. I mean, a lot of people can relate to losing a kid. If not themselves, than by someone they know. My mom was supposed to have another kid, but it was stillborn. She never liked to talk about it...I only found out by Jamie."

» peтs « one cat, one dog →
What? Chairman Meow? Yeah, it's my cat. You don't like his name? Well soooorrreee Mr. To good for the Mortal Instrument Series! Yeah, I did name my cat after a fictional gay warlock's cat. Your point is? Honestly, I could care less what you think of him. He's my kitten, and I am pleased to have him. So get overyourself, Mr. High and Mighty.
Anyways. For a cat, Chairman Meow is pretty cool. He likes most people, which is odd for a cat, and doesn't mind a good belly rub every once in a while. Half the time, I think he's a dog trapped inside a cat's body! Don't tell him I said that though, he likes to bite. Oh, and I swear the cat can understand human language. It's just creepy.
My other pet, is my dog, Cooper. Don't ask me why my female dog has a male name. It's a long story which includes me and my mother thinking she was a he. Don't get me started. Anyways, you know how Chairman Meow is a dog stuck in a cats body? Well, Cooper's the exact opposite. She's a cat stuck in a dog's body. She hate's people, and is the one of the most terrified creatures I've ever seen. She jumps at her own shadow. Whatever, crazy dog. She only really likes me and my mom, and will bark her head off when she first meet's you. I swear, she's mad. Madder than a hatter, right?
Oh, by the way, I call Cooper and Chairman Meow "My creatures". I dunno why. I've done it ever since I was little . Maybe I heard it somewhere or something? I don't know. Don't judge me for it, 'kay? Kay. Now scoot your boot and ask me something else.

» powers « physic weapon →

Sparrow has an extremely dangerous sort of...power. She can literally enter someone's mind, and force thoughts upon them, or attack their mind. She's extremely defensive, and can block other physic's from entering her mind. wip

cяusн → ɴoɴe
secreт cяusн→ ɴope
dαтιɴg → ɴo oɴe
sexuαlιтy → sтrαιgнт

» crush « ɴoɴe →

Sheesh! We've barely met, and you're already concerned with who I like? Good God, that's a little ridiculous. Does everyone always bombard the new girl like this? Sheesh.

» secreт cяusн« ɴope→
Helllllllloooooo. Did you not get the message? Only been here a day, hun. I wouldn't even tell you if I had a secret crush. That's what the word "secret" means, right? You don't tell.

» dαтιɴg « ɴo oɴe →
Hm, let's see. I've got no crush, I've got no "secret crush", and I keep telling you off. Yes. I am totally and utterly in love. . . With the thought of you leaving me alone that is. Seriously? Do you have nothing better to do than question people about their love lives? It's kind of concerning, really.

» sexuαlιтy « sтяαιgнт →
straight as a stick. I've never swung the other way, and never plan to. Only sticking with the lads, ladies. Sorry c:

» cяedιт « pιcтures|form →

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» oтнer « αcceɴт → Sparrow lives on her own, and is obviously a deviant. Oh, and she's still got her British accent.

[Lady Grifter]

Name: "Lila Elizabeth West, at your service." A young woman of average height takes a dramatic sweep of a bow.

Date of Birth: "July 17, just barely a Cancer."


Age: "Oh, darling, that's quite the dangerous
question to ask a woman. I'm twenty three."

Family: "Well I grew up the youngest child
of three. My mother was deviant like myself and soon,
up and, disappeared from my life all together not to
long after my abilities as a vampire arose to attention."

Bit of History: "Well, I was born in York, England but moved to the states with my family around the age of eight. The slightest of an accent still lingers in my voice and choice of vocabulary. As a vampire, I'm far older than I appear and this began to show more and more around the age of sixteen. Like the git I was, I had begun to feed more and more frequently until we'd finally had to move again. After the move my mother eventually just off and left me on my own. In those years leading up to now I took to sculpting. For the dulls, I simply recreated whatever they saw. Statues pertaining to mythology was always a favorite while I filled my own home with that of something with more heart and quality."


Personality: Stubborn as a mule, Lila prefers to do things on her own time and in her own way. Convincing her that the sky is red would be an easier task than to sway her opinion. Because of this, she often gets whatever she wants and when she doesn't, she finds a way to make it happen anyways. This can often play as an advantage to her as well as a downfall. Most people detest her persistence and view it as rude or childish while other admire it or find it endearing depending on the circumstances. Behind her stubbornness lives a fiery passion to follow as her heart wishes, be it a romantic whim or simply completing a sculpture or painting. Carpe Diem is most definitely a saying she takes to heart and never looks back.

Lila prefers to live life on a whim and take each and every moment for what is it. She avoids momentos and tries not to look back on history; viewing it as a dangerous trap for comparison. "You can't relive, fix or alter those moments, there;s no point in looking back." She never judges on past, be it good or terrible, only on character shown in the present and future. This often leaves her as a very forgiving person as she often accepts just about anyone into her life. Because of this, she often expects the same and has virtually no sense of personal space. She treats everyone around her with a playful personality, but if you press the right buttons, she can be quite the pistol. Her outlook on good and evil is more or less nonexistent. "No one is all evil or good, and everyone is a bit of both. The tug of war between the two just leans more to one side in some people."

Orientation, past lovers and current interests: "I'm bisexual, meaning that I enjoy the company of both genders- not at the same time mind you. I've had many boyfriends and girlfriends, blokes and birds from left and right in the past few years starting from at age of sixteen when I first started dating."




Eyes: Lila's eyes are a shade of green that resembles something of an emerald color if you were to hold the gem up to the sun and peered through. This fiery green contains flecks of gold and violet adding an unusual flare and glimmer.

Hair: Long ebony waves holding the color of a raven's feather fall down Lila's back in thick waves. She often wears her hair in a near ponytail or freely curtaining around her pale shoulders.

Complexion: Lila's complexion is a creamy alabaster color that resembles pristine marble. Her skin is empty of blemishes and freckles save for a small dash of a scar above her lip from an accident in her youth involving a fork and homemade archer bow.

Height and weight: "I'm average in height, 1.70 m, or 5'7'' in American measurements; not a giant but not particularly short either. As for weight, well I'm about 52 kilograms, or 115 pounds.

Clothing preference: The sculptor is often drawn to a darker palette of black and various gem tones sticking to ripped jeans spattered with clay and paint and loose tank tops or dresses crafted from shirts far too large for her, often sporting some sort of comic or movie icon. She is almost always wearing her favored pair of black combat boots, beaten near to death by use.