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ғʋℓℓ ∂ɛƨcяιρтισи::

When Essie walks into a crowded room, everyone just ignores her and keeps to their tasks. She doesn't stand out, but she doesn't fit in, even if she is taller then some girls her age, being 5"7, and she has a British accent.
Being tall, Essie possess a slim and lanky stature, but some muscle tone is visible along her arms and legs, even if she's not the strongest looking young lady around.
Her limbs are long and covered in the same golden/tan skin that covers the rest of her body, and it stretches onto her long piano fingers that are tipped off by her well rounded finger nails that are always kept short by some weird reasoning Essie has the only she can understand. 
Between her fairly feminine shoulders is her long and slender neck the holds up an assortment of necklaces and her own well proportioned head that contains all her numerous thoughts that are key to who she is.
She has soft facial features and a light shade of pink lips that cover her straight and brilliantly white, because of contrast, teeth. 
Moving up, Essie has a small, skinny nose the holds a few hard to see freckles across the skin. She doesn't mind freckles, but Essie is often grateful her face isn't covered in thousands of the little dots like some. 
In some people, the eyes are what catches stranger's attention, but for Essie, her sources of sight just.. Blend in? They're only a few centimeters under her thin black eyebrows, an are of a dark, chocolate brown color with flecks of gold and hazel around the pupil. 
Essie is pro at doing the flirty eyelash batting move, as hers are long, naturally curled, and are very black. When she was little, Essie was commonly asked if she was wearing mascara.
As for the rest of her hair, it's also in the medium to thick area and reaches about an inch before the small of her back. It holds a lovely dark black colour that tints an auburn when the sunlight sets it's rays upon it. Essie rarely wears her hair down, and unlike some, her bangs that end before her eyebrows in a layered bunch do not annoy her. 
All in all, most people who take another look at her can tell her lineage and rarely talk to her as she looks pretty boring.



|| ιмρσятαит ιиғσ ||

иαмɛ:: 
Essie Lilah Cyrus
иιcκиαмɛƨ::
None 
αɢɛ::
Sixteen
∂αтɛ σғ вιятн::
September Nineteenth, Nineteen Ninety five
вιятнρℓαcɛ::
Glasgow, Britain 
σccʋραтισи::
Essie worked two jobs in her town. One in the local Aviary, and the other at the local music store.
яαcɛ::
Persian/British
ɢɛи∂ɛя::
Female
∂ιƨσя∂ɛяƨ:: 
Essie has severe Dyslexia.
мʋтαтισи::
Upon Essie's back is a set of large white wingsthat have a wingspan of about four or so meters.
The wings give her the ability of flight. She can only reach a limited height of 30 feet in the air, but they also prove to be great defensive mechanisms when someone or something is trying to harm her. 
These wings are part of her bone structure, so Essie can't just simply make them disappear on command like some characters on the occasional television show. She has to strap them on her back and wear longer clothing so they stay hidden from those who might criticize her. 
нιƨтσяʏ::
September Nineteenth, Nineteen Ninety five. Three twenty-three p.m. The wails of little baby Essie Lilah Cyrus were heard throughout the pale coloured room as she was welcomed into the world and loving arms of her parents. Of course, despite their love for their new baby girl, they could not hide their disappointment and astonishment when they saw the long growths on her back, with little white feathers sticking out the sides. Her mother wanted her tested, she wanted to know if this was just by fluke, or if she really had a mutation. And just like the day of her birth, disappointment and utter shock. It was positive.
During that time, neither her mother or father had heard about mutants or any schools that would take them in, so they decided to take it in stride.
At first, Essie's soon-to-be wings were easily hidden under clothing and blankets, but night after night Essie and her parents would be kept awake by the pain she had to suffer as they grew and shifted. This went on for a couple years, until she was three and a half with actual, albeit small, wings that were fizzy with little feathers. 
When school started, Essie's parents assumed she would be okay as they had something holding her wings against her, but when it came loose and the wings lifted her shirt, that's when the ridicule and teasing started. She never understood why she had to be teased about it, and she never wished away her wings. Essie just sucked it up.
It was half way through secondary kindergarten when her parents found out about Baretta's school for the Gifted. They talked about it for a while, just talking and watching their daughter suffer through constant teasing, feeling helpless. Even the teachers thought she was weird.
A few months after the discovery of a school her parents were tempted to send her to, Essie came down with a cancer in her spleen, and luckily for her, they could remove her spleen. And so they did, but quickly gave her the medication required to fight off the infections that could come with the lack of infection fighting organ.

Then, during grade seven, at only thirteen, her parents finally decided to send her there. So she could grow up the rest of her young teenage hood with people like her, and she could actually have friends. Not like that ever worked. Essie immediately became on the lines of shy and distant, but she just didn't have any motivation to actually talk to someone. Similar to her parents. They seemed to distance their selves from her entirely.
She fit in a bit, though. But instead of doing any extra circular work, she snooper around the school for endless hours, or spent her time with the camera or piano.
So, to put it in a simple sentence, Essie had spent most of her life within the walls off this school, and yet she hadn't made many friends, but she is still happy with her life.
   
|| яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ ||

мσтнɛя'ƨ иαмɛ::
Angela Marni Cyrus
ғαтнɛя'ƨ иαмɛ::
Aram Danish Cyrus 
ƨιвℓιиɢƨ::
None, as Essie was an only child.
∂ιƨтαит κιи::
Mother's side:
Susan Kingsley - Aunt {35}
Talia Grey - Aunt [By marriage] {42}
Benjamin Grey  - Uncle {48}

Father's side:

Navid Cyrus - Uncle {49}
cяʋƨн::
Will probably form one at some point.
вσʏғяιɛи∂ / ɢιяℓғяιɛи∂::
~
ƨɛϰʋαℓ σяιɛитαтισи:: 
Straight 
cнιℓ∂яɛи::
~
вɛƨт ғяιɛи∂::
~
ғяιɛи∂ƨ::
Despite the length of time Essie had spent in the school, Essie hasn't made any friends. 
ɛиɛмιɛƨ::
~
ωнσ ωσʋℓ∂ ʏσʋ ℓικɛ ʏσʋя cнαяαcтɛя тσ вɛ ғяιɛи∂ƨ ωιтн, ωнσ αяɛ иσт αℓяɛα∂ʏ::
Hmm...
тнɛмɛ ƨσиɢ::
Cactus In The Valley - LIGHTS

|| ιи ∂ɛρтн ||
ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ::
Essie is an odd girl, to be put simply. 
Everyone just sees her as the girl with the wings, nothing more and nothing less. She stays out of everybody's way and exists in a different world inside her head. 
Contrary to popular belief, Essie is not shy, nor is she anti-social. She won't ignore you if you speak to her, and she believes that if you have time to talk to her, then you shall. And she's perfectly content with this motto. She's not one of those girls who acts cold to everyone as her protective exterior, Essie is actually pretty friendly on her part, and if you get a good conversation started, Essie will never stop talking because her mind is filled with things to talk about. Some could pin her as a know-it-all, but she doesn't know as much as she wants to and she isn't as smart as she sounds. Essie prides her self in her large worded vocabulary, and she loves confusing people with words that at that moment, she doesn't even know the meaning off.
Essie has quite an imagination, and a short attention span, but she also sees the world differently. She's an easily fascinated, imaginative, and absent-minded child, that loves a thrill. Essie will often hear something somewhere within the school and she'll automatically have to go see what it is, but first she has to come up with what is it. Usually a bunch of toe monsters. She's just too curious for many to handle. And after all these years of inspecting just about everything, Essie has became quite a sneaky young lady, despite having wings. She makes her away almost soundless, except for the squeaky floors, they always catch her.
Laughter. It's very well known to Essie. She finds everything funny just like she finds everything fascinating and unique. She will laugh if some falls, and she will start to giggle if she knows something someone else doesn't.
Although Essie may seem like an innocent and naive girl, she's actually not. Her trust is hard to earn, and she always has wild assumptions about somebody. So, she doesn't trust and she does 'judge a book by it's cover.' Though, she does learn differently about people after a while. This probably makes her observant about people, not as much as her surroundings, but still. She notices things.
Essie may usually seem boring and a goody two shoes, but she's most definitely not. Essie has a thing for adrenaline, the chase, and being, well, bad, I guess. She isn't much of a rebel to the heart, but she does break the usual rule or go into places she's not aloud, but she has a good amount of respect for the other students, teachers, and the school itself.
Owls and Essie could get along just fine if her gift enabled her to talk to birds, owls, hawks, ect, and she loves the night and is pretty nocturnal herself.
Life may throw many 
 
But, when it comes down to it, Essie will and always will be there for someone when they need it. She's loyal and trustworthy, and will never spill anyone's secrets to someone else. And she'll gladly do the cheering up, as Essie is optimistic, albeit morbid at times, and she loves to show a potential friend a good time.

[WIP]

ℓικɛƨ:: 
• Photography. Essie finds it as a different view on the world.
• Playing The Piano. It's the only instrument she can play, and she's quite good.
• Classical/Instrumental. It's basically the only music she'll listen to.
• Flying. Because of her mutation, Essie has become fond of flight and being up in the air.
• Birds. Maybe it's because of her wings, or maybe it's because she's just naturally fascinated by them.
• Dancing. Preferably ballroom.
• Having secrets. She loves the suspense and thrill of it.
• The night and astronomy Everything about it fascinates her.
• Storms. She finds them "Awesome!"
• Singing. Very rarely does she ever sing, but she can and when she does, she has fun with it.
• Being sneaky. It's fun.
∂ιƨℓικɛƨ::
• Make-up. She barely wears any, mostly because of her sensitive skin, but also because she feels a person is more real looking without it.
• Fakes. Girls and guys who pretend to be someone they're not just get on Essie's nerves.
• Swimming. Probably because she's afraid of deep bodies of water.
• Fighting. Essie isn't fond of violence.
• Death and sadness. It's just, well.. Sad.
• Worms.
ρяσƨ::
• Playing the piano. Despite her dyslexia, Essie is very talented at playing this instrument.
• Climbing. 
• Finding things.
• Photography.
• Singing. An uncommonly seen skill of hers.
ғℓαωƨ::
• Learning. Essie has trouble paying attention, so she cannot sit down and be taught something by someone else. 
• Reading. Her dyslexia gets in the way often.
• Swimming. 
• Art. She may doodle often, but she couldn't draw a decent picture to save her life/
• Besides the piano, Essie can't play any other instrument.
ρнσвιαƨ:: 
• Belonephobia [Fear of needles or pins.]
• Claustrophobia
• Helminthophobia [Fear of being infested with worms.]
ғαvσʋяιтɛ cσℓσʋя::
Purple
ғαvσʋяιтɛ αиιмαℓ::
Essie is actually torn between the orca whale, horse, or any kind of bird.
ғαvσʋяιтɛ ғσσ∂::
Soft serve ice-cream.
ғαvσʋяιтɛ тv ρяσɢяαммɛ::
Criminal Minds
ωнαт ∂σɛƨ ʏσʋя cнαяαcтɛя ∂σ ιи тнɛιя ƨραяɛ тιмɛ::
When all her days work is finished, Essie likes to take photos of anything and everything from just about any angel she can put herself at. 
Or, if she has no photographic muse, she sits down and plays the piano 'till no end. Well, up until she sleeps, and even then she'll stay awake and watch the stars twinkle in the night sky.
Even if reading is a bit more complicated for Essie, she manages to read on astronomy every occasional hour.
Of course, being the curious cat she is, Essie always finds time to sneak around the school and look around the same rooms and corridors she had a million times before, always hoping something new will pop up.
For Essie, looking forward to something is like that emotional or mental way to fill up spare time.  
vαℓʋɛƨ::

∂σɛƨ αиʏтнιиɢ нαʋит ʏσʋя cнαяαcтɛя::

нσмɛ ℓιғɛ::
At home, Essie got along pretty well with her parents, and she had fun with what ever toys and nick jacks she had.
Her parents never fought with eachother, and the rarely ever got angry with little Essie, mostly because she never gave them a reason to be cross with her. 
Despite the fact that she lived in a middle class family, Essie had a fair bit of toys in her possession; and her her own piano. 
Life was good, I guess you could say. 
нσввιɛƨ::
As a hobby, Essie enjoys playing the piano to her heart's content or taking photos. Why not? They're great fun. 
ғαvσʋяιтɛ тʏρɛ σғ мʋƨιc::
Classical/Instrumental

|| ρɛяƨσиαℓ вɛℓσиɢιиɢƨ ||

нσмɛ::
ϰ
яσσм::
Essie's Room. She always keeps it unnaturally clean and organized.
On the windows above her bed, dream catcher is written on the windows in silver paint that seemed to have leaked down the glass and onto the wood.
Scattered on the walls are glowing stars of all sizes. They're even on the windows and clinging to her bamboo blinds. 
She uses up any free space with posters or sheets of piano music.
ℓαρтσρ / cσмρʋтɛя::
MacBook Air
ρнσиɛ::
Black Android
cαя::
Essie does not own a vehicle of her own.
σтнɛя ρɛяƨσиαℓ вɛℓσиɢιиɢƨ::
Canon 550d camera and Canon g12. Both were gifts from her parents.
Her large collection of uglies that she piles neatly at the end of her bed.


|| αρρɛяɛиcɛ ||

hαιя cσℓσя::
A dark brown, almost black. When the warm summer sun shines on it, some hair tints a light auburn.
нαιя ƨтʏℓɛ::
Essie usually has you long, straight hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bit of hair wrapped around the elastic. While held up, Essie sometimes wears a thin white head band near the Base of her bangs. It's basically useless, seeing as it doesn't hold anything back from her face.
If it's not in a ponytail, Essie braids it a drops it over her shoulder withs silk white ribbon holding it together, and the same hairband in the same spot. She rarely leaves it hanging, unless she's going to sleep. 
ɛʏɛ cσℓσя::
A dark, chocolate brown with golden and hazel flecks around the pupil.
sκιи cσℓσя::
Essie has a fairly tanned skinned tone. Probably from her Persian background, or her constant visits to her father's family w
across the ocean.
hɛιɢнт:: 
About five feet and seven inches.
wɛιɢнт:: 
Around 125 pounds.
cℓσтнιиɢ ƨтʏℓɛ:: 

 ϰ 

Essie dresses pretty casual for her age. Some girls within her teenage age group have colour and graphic tees with ripped skinny jeans, but she keeps her wardrobe limited in colour. Sure, Essie loves all the florescent colours, but she doesn't wear any. Most of the colours are within the pastel area.
Because of Essie's wings, she wears caprice, and in the winter she wears loose jeans over her legs.
Sure, Essie has no reason to hide her wings in this school, but she occasionally does. If not, most of her clothes have rips in them for her wings.
Over all, Essie's wardrobe is pretty dull and boring, which makes her seem dull and boring at first sight.
вσ∂ʏ мσ∂ιғιcαтισиƨ::
Essie has her ears double pierced, and a tattoo on her shoulder.
∂ιƨтιиcтιʌɛ ғɛαтʋяɛƨ:: 
A scar located in the upper left side of her abdomen, near her back from open surgery where the doctors removed her spleen. 
ρƨʏcнιcαℓ ƨтяɛиɢтнƨ::

ρƨʏcнιcαℓ ωɛακиɛƨƨɛƨ::

нɛαℓтн::
Essie has to take medicine to help fight off certain infections as she does not have a spleen to do it for her.
ғαvσʋяιтɛ αccɛƨƨσяʏ::
Her brown rope bracelet with a golden bird charm.
ғαvσʋяιтɛ ριɛcɛ σғ cℓσтнιиɢ::
Her denim jacket
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|| ρɛт ιиғσямαтισи ||

ρɛт иαмɛ:: 
Beanie
ƨнσω/κɛииɛℓ иαмɛ:: 
The Smallest Package 
ρɛт αɢɛ::
A month and a half
ρɛт ɢɛи∂ɛя::
Female
ρɛт вяɛɛ∂:: 
Unknown
ƨιвℓιиɢƨ::
Unknown
∂ιɛт::
Mainly an assortment of cat food, but she will eat nice and rats when she finds them.
ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ:: 

нιƨтσяʏ:: 

ℓικɛƨ::
• Napping
• Warm days.
• Bells
• Essie
• Cuddling
• Mice
• Feathers
∂ιƨℓικɛƨ::
• Fish
• The cold
• Being left alone for long periods of time.
• Mean people 
• Pain.
ғℓαωƨ::
• Hunting.
• Staying concentrated.
• Being stealthy.
ρяσƨ::
• Swimming 
[W.I.P.]

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{{ Um, sorry if this sounds silly, but I was wondering what time/space setting would you prefer for the beginning of the RP, so that I can start working on my first post C; Or are you going to write an opening post? }}

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{{ who { •do• } you think you •are•?
running round leaving scars
collecting your jar hearts }}

Upon the noise of the same dreaded morning screech Ellie awoke. Alarm clock. Again. 9:30 a.m. She slammed her hand on top of the device and it finally stopped. She pulled herself from her drowsiness and slumber and she almost threw herself from bed, falling onto the floor. Ellie held her stomach felling the sudden loss of air from whithin her lungs. "What a brillaint start to the day!" The girl cursed under her breath. Brillaint. Just Brillaint. She wiped her eyes and stammered into the bathroom, looking into the mirror seeing her reflection. Ugh. The teenager turned on the tap and splashed her face full of water that brought her out of her dreamland. She brushed her teeth quickly and pulled on her favourite 'All-saints' white T-shirt and Black denim leggins. Her onyx black hair fell behind her back as she wiped away loose strands of a colour like a raven's wings and but on her black leather jacket.

The door-bell rang and Ellie ran down the stairs and swang the door open. "Miss E. A Hart, we are about to take you to a classified location nick-named 'Barretta's'. There will be no speaking, humming, whispering until we reach the site and you have been secured" A heavily built black man spoke, his eyes covered by black shades and dressed in smart suits and fitted by an ear peice. Secured? "don't worry; it will be fine" another man said. "FINE! YOU THINK I WILL BE FI-" Her vision turned black from that point on...

Everything was clean, everthing was neat, there was nothing. Ellie's throat was dry and her sight was blurred. Her arms were thrown out as she fell from a chair, just a plain black chair. There was no windows no nothing... a camera. A camera, CCTV, lodges in the wall. "Subject 517204 is awake" said a man in a white shirt in a office. The person who watched the cameras, the guard with the eyes everywhere. A key turned in the door, and a man with labortry coat walked in, locking the door again. "Hello Subject 517204. I am Doctor Clayborough, head scientist of Barretta's School for the oddly gifted. Now, young one, you are not normal" he paused "No, you have a strange gift" The Doctor spoke. "Why should I beliveve you?" the man looked at her in a strange way. "Look". A peice of paper was lieing next to Ellie, one with her X-ray. The man pointed to the brain, and then her bones. He then placed a X-ray of a normal person's body. It was entirely different. "That, there next to your brain is where the disease is located. that in your brain allows you to switch off your emotions, your feelings, yet everyone is inteseified by six times. However, your bone structure is also affected by this mutated cell. Its difference allows you to run faster, however its moves constantly when your weak and it sometimes leaves a shattered rib-cage.

Ellie stuttered. It was hard to be taken away and awake in a strange place and then be told nonsense that she was mutant. She stared at a plain wall, a simply white wall with no colour. The Doctor spoke again "No one is normal in here. You will fit in perfectly. Your free to decorate your room the way you want-" His words were interupted by several men entering the room, holding carbord boxes with many belongings of Ellie's. As she looked back to where the Doctor was sitting, he had gone without Ellie's notice. She was confused, and raised an eyebrow at the thought. Her troubled thoughts filled her mind. As the other men left she crawled next to a half opened box, with a picture of her family, she hugged it close to her, and placed in at the side. She was going to have to live here now. A sudden, feirce pain flowed throw her arm. She clamped her jaws shut, the upper and lower locking together holding back a scream. Her hand form a fist as she tried to knock away the pain, but she knew it would fail. It raged through her whole arm yet it did stopped at her shoulder. It ended sharply, however, a few seconds after, yet it left her thinking, thinking for a while.

The girl rubbed her eyes with the palm of her hands and pulled out a desk from her house. She then pulled out a pencil case, paper, her posters. With a sudden burst of energy and the support of the wall, she stood up. Dizzness filled her head. She leaned on the wall for several minutes while getting back to her full concisousness. Ellie picked up her posters, and decorated the wall with them, trying to copy the layout that she had in her previous bed-room. In the blank spaces, she doodled on them. Sketched silly faces, smiles, dogs, cats, mice. She coloured in rainbows, stars suns, planets and she smiled at her newley decorated room. This was the place where she was going to be living in, like it or not, she was just going to have to adapt.

{{ your {gonna • catch} a • [cold• from] the ice•inside•your•soul
don't come back for me
don't come back at all }}

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//.. there! that took a while! your characters will be picked up from home, brought to the location from being sedated, and get to know their power then settle in. weather; cold, season; fall start at 9;30 in the morning please! 250 words minimum ..\\