❉ in the w i n t e r - air. ❉

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Winter.
The arrival of hot chocolate and earmuffs, along with the soft sprinkling of powder snow on your nose.
Warm meetings by the fire and listening to Christmas carols. In addition to the return of all these things
comes romance. Like a spark in the snow, melting away the ice, romance and young love is high where
the temperature is low and the teenagers are one of the first to fall for the heating glow. Whether young
love starts in the middle of an ice rink where you accidentally bump or fall into someone which fate has
chosen for you to meet, or in the middle of a warm coffee shop over hot cocoa, you may just find it in the
bleakest season of them all.

And this season, things are looking up. There's new people in town, which means new chances for things
to hit off. Holiday parties and Christmas bashes provide ample opportunity for the teens in town to mingle.
Ice skating and snowball wars mark the winter's return.

Who will you share the holiday cheer with this year? It's time to find out.

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Small town, small community, and a large chance to meet someone.
This little pocket of the world is named Wilshire. The little town has one very
popular coffee shop, an ice rink, a school (though classes are over for winter break), a city
hall, an office building, and multitudes of little cozy houses and boutiques that glow with bright
warm firelight every night. Everyone knows everyone else here, and if you're a
newcomer you won't be one for long.

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:: - benexo :: ιмperιalғaтe :: mountains :: perfect. :: Mouse. :: {{ fiasco }} ::
:: &&wallflower :: an asian to the knee :: andthat'sjustme :: Try•and•Fly ::

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x james turner : 19 : {{ f i a s c o }}
x brandon tyler cole : 18 : Mouse.
x halim najjar : 18 : an asian to the knee
x adrian gary jones : 18 : andthat'sjustme.
x christian martin wells : 16 : perfect.

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x camille géroux : 18 : &&wallflower
x sara-ray miller : 18 : Try•and•Fly
x fynn maerr hawking : 17 : ιмperιalғaтe
x eve terranova : 16 : - benexo
x skye eden mckenzi : 16 : mountains

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boy → girl
boy ← girl
boy ⇄ girl

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are guaranteed acceptance. Also, if you do not turn in your
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You must MESSAGE me your form and get accepted
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If you post it on here before I have accepted you, it's an
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________________________________ ›› ❝ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ's ᴇᴠᴇ . ᴇᴠᴇ ᴛᴇʀʀᴀɴᴏᴠᴀ . ❞

›› ᴅ. ᴏ. ʙ.
Eve was born on a warm, crisp autumn day on October 23,
1996, and was immediately welcomed into the world by her
overjoyed parents. She was their second child, a beautiful baby
girl with sparkling hazel eyes. Eve was born in stunning Milan,
Italy, as would be expected since no one in her family tree had
ever lived outside of Italy.

›› ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴛʀᴇᴇ
Three grandparents, two parents, and one older brother. That,
simply put, describes Eve's current kindred. And one might
say that the sixteen year old has a "perfect" family. One that
others feel that pang of jealousy of when they stay over, one
that friends remark quietly, "Wow, you're so lucky, Eve." And
she agrees. Her wealthy parents brought her up to be a proper
lady, teaching her quiet etiquette, yet keeping her from bec-
oming an egocentric girl. Her 19 year old brother, Ed, is quite
the protective one. But their bond is so strong it's hard not to
expect that. Ed and Eve have always stuck together, having
each other for company while their parents were at work when
they were children. Although they've both grown up and Ed's
attending college in New England, they talk daily and mutually
know that they'll always have the other to count on.

›› ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ
August of this year, Eve made a decision. It was time for a
change. She had spent all her life in the same area in Europe.
Not that she ever disliked Milan; no, it was nothing short of a
dream city and her younger life was blissful there in her home
in the suburbs. But eventually she became restless, and a
spark of interest lit up when she overheard a conversation
about a quaint little town she'd never heard of before. And,
after the very first picture she found off of Google images,
Eve fell in love. With her parents' approval, she packed up
her bags and set off for Wilshire for a whole year abroad.
That brings her to the present, currently moving into her
petite new flat and just beginning to find her ways around.


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›› ʙᴏᴅʏ
Although she's not the tallest at 5'5", Eve is slender yet
curvy, thanks to her mother. Her countless days spent in the
blistering European summer heat seem to have permanently
tanned her smooth skin. Even in the midst of the winter,
her skin maintains a caramel glow. It is also partly due to
her Italian roots. Eve's face is angular yet slim, with high
cheekbones (another ethnic trait). Her full pink lips, dark
lashes, and the smattering of almost invisible freckles are
the finishing touches to a charming face.

›› ᴇʏᴇs
It's almost hard to put a finger on the exact color of Eve's
almond eyes. At first glance, they're hazel. A standard com-
bination of musky yellow, green, and brown. Yet in the day
light, they seem to be a piercing olive green tinged with
mahogany rings. And at night, her eyes shine a deep, rich
brown lined with ample lashes. In this unique matter, her
eyes are captivating and stunning in an almost ordinary
way. They bring on a new meaning to "big brown eyes".

›› ʜᴀɪʀ
Long, beachy, sable hair typically cascades down the back
of Eve. If not, it's found in a stylish messy bun or a new
bohemian braid she devised herself. Her wavy brunette
hair frames her thin face, the natural highlights catching
the sun. It's never been dyed before, making it damage-
free, silky and voluminous.

›› ᴍᴏᴅɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴs
Her only body modifications are two ear piercings. This
teen doesn't like altering her natural look too far. Why
change what's been granted to you?


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›› ᴄʟᴀssʏ
If one word could be chosen to describe Eve's essence,
it would be "classy". In many aspects, not just in terms
of social class. It has a lot to do with how she grew up,
as stated before, in a well-off family who taught her
stature. She's fraternized with the elites, attended
events held by the uppermost, and gone to school
with the sons and daughters of famous figures. Yet
by her nature, Eve has never let her upcoming get
to her. Instead, the formality of much of it taught
her how to hold and present herself, the correct
things to say to get what you mean across, suitable
replies to avoid answering probing questions. In a
nutshell, although she's only sixteen, the mature
Eve seems older, elegant, and sophisticated.

›› ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ
The well known saying, "children should be seen,
and not heard," applies to the childhood of Eve
Terranova. She can remember countless parties
where her parents had her attend, but she was
expected to stay quiet and out of trouble. She
had no problem with it though, and eventually
reservation became her reality. Although she's
not the chatty, talkative type, Eve will not hes-
itate to dicate anything she deems important,
and having day to day conversations is not an
issue. It's just that she would rather stay on the
sidelines than in the center of attention for the
most part. It has always been easier that way.

›› ᴡᴇʟʟ sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ
Now, being well spoken yet a little standoffish
does not seem like a compatible combination.
But anyone will agree that it works in this
situation. All it means is that Eve knows how
to get her point across crystal clear. Anything
and everything that comes out of her mouth is
intentional, and said with reason and thought.
Perhaps the years of debate classes her parents
put her through were to hold responsible for,
or perhaps her analytical mind is always sub-
consciously at work. Whatever the reason is,
Eve is more articulate than most fumbling
teens her age.

›› ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ
In this quiet girl burns a fierce protective passion
for the things she holds dear. Eve goes on the
defensive for matters she devotes to, which
includes family (of course - she's Italian, for
goodness sake), the closest of her friends, and
her horse Diamant. Whatever it is, once she
decides she's fixed on it, it is almost impossible
to shake her. She's unwavering. Loyal. Very
dependable. Fervid, maybe. Being so resolute
and passionate is the flip side to Eve, a trait
that can get her emotionally on edge in a heart-
beat if she hears a whisper of bad news.


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Eve's straight as a board, but is completely accepting
of anyone who isn't.

›› ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇs
Often, this sixteen year old girl can be found holed up
in her room, writing music for her guitar and herself, out
riding on her buckskin mare, Diamant, or finding new
locations to shoot with her beloved film camera. But she's
also constantly searching for new activities to do in this
town, as a typical newcomer would. Eve plans to make the
most out of her one year stay here in Wilshire.

›› ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
Jingle bells.


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© of the character, - benexo
© of the pictures, rightful owners

[karkadorr]

{ 17 } x { strategy is everything } x { the intelligent one }

☾☾ the fact of the matter is, I will, and always will be Fynn Maerr Hawking.

✒ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴs
Her name is pronounced "Fin." Simply that..very much sounding like the word for "finish" or "end" in French. It is a boy's name, yes, but she's always been sort of tomboyish and rough, you might say. The origin of her name is Gaelic, and it means "Fair." She is fair, in the fact that she has fair skin and fair eyes and overall - "fair." But, the meaning doesn't apply to all of her, as you will find out later. However, she is more of a withdrawn, quiet being; but more on that later. Fynn has always been a little queer, unusual, peculiar child. Straight from her birthdate (which was, if she remembered correctly, September 14th) to her age now, which is about 17 years of age. As for sexual orientation and gender-based topics, Fynn hasn't really cared about who she associated with and what they were like - she has respect for anyone that is bisexual or along the same lines. She herself is heterosexual, but considering they way she is withdrawn and reserved, she won't be particularly interested in anyone of the opposite gender...for now.

☾☾ the harsh truth is that I am much more wary of looks at first glance.

✒ ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴs
{{ ~ General looks: Fynn is - as aforementioned - a peculiar person, but she has the looks of a normal 17-year old girl. Long hair she can't be bothered to cut, eyes, nose, mouth, ears, and all the regular pieces that make up a human being. Her hair is the color of tree trunks at sunset - a rich golden brown that can range in colors to sandy gold or dark brown, depending on the lighting. Her nose is slightly turned up at the end and her lips generally stay open a fraction, even when she doesn't realize it. Her face is angular and her cheek bones are quite visible. However, she doesn't notice her facial qualities and can't be bothered to primp herself in front of a reflective surface - vanity and self-indulgence is beneath her and her morals.
{{ ~ Body physique: Fynn isn't too fat, nor too skinny. She has a slender body from constantly going outside and walking around aimlessly (her own form of exercise) and eating according to how she monitors herself and all the right, healthy foods for her body. Fynn's a health nut, if you haven't noticed. She isn't addicted to constantly weighing herself or counting carbs, and she knows when to stop. She has never been anorexic in her life - in her opinion it's not making you any better and she pities those who suffer from it. Her arms and legs are muscular, but not body-builder type; her overall build is slim and slender. She could almost be categorized as bony - she hardly eats sometimes when she's in a withdrawn, darkened mood. She's very aware of herself though, and eats just enough to keep her body functioning and moving.
{{ ~ Eyes: The color of Fynn Hawking's eyes is very much like the color of her ancestors before her - the most resemblance goes to her grandfather, Archibald Willeim Hawking. Both of their eyes bear a quality almost unique to the Hawking family, which is a silvery gray coloring, almost the color of teal but not quite. The tone ranges from a darkish version of the coloring to a light silver (in the form of flecks) This coloring is almost very similar to the Greek goddess Athena, who is said to have silver eyes that portray wisdom. Fynn is calculating and cunning, which makes up for her lack of brute force and strength. Quite an accurate comparison.

☾☾ it's a peculiar thing - sometimes your exterior and your interior contrast without meaning to.

✒ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛɪᴇs
Fynn Maerr Hawking is peculiar in the sense that she has split personalities. Different personalities for the different types of people that she perceives to be different. As mentioned before (or not), Fynn has an uncanny sense of telling what type of person you are by the way you carry yourself or how you look and the way you dress. Of course though, most personalities contrast with the way a person looks just simply for the sake of appearing to be something you're not. However, if you're lucky sometimes your first impression of someone is exactly like their personality and then you have your perceiving dilemma solved. Anyways, back to subject.
Fynn Maerr Hawking is a girl of split personalities. She has a façade she puts up when she's around no one, boys, girls, or just different types of people she classifies in her brain.

For example, when Fynn is by herself, she's not talkative - well, of course you wouldn't be talkative if there was no one to talk to - or emotional. In fact, her face is a mask of nothing - all her emotion and thoughts are packed up in her brain but not shown unless she allows them to flow out. She loves to lie there on her bed and think. Think about the world, and think about things that could be possible, and wonder about the impossible. She very much likes fancying herself to be a philosopher, like Aristotle or Socrates, or Confucius. She loves figuring out strategies and plans, laying them out in her brain like a mental blueprint. She's a thinker - talkative inside her head, but almost silent on the outside (when she wants to be, of course). One of her main strengths in thinking is of fighting and battle strategies - even considering the fact that she lacks strength and size. Her brain makes up for more than half of it. Fynn loves studying the ways of Sun Tzu and how many famous philosophers/thinkers operate - she doesn't exercise her physical body, but gives her mind quite a workout everyday, just lying down and looking at the ceiling, asking herself the impossible and trying to figure out answers to things.

As for when she's around other people, she does try to be more talkative, but if she's around strangers, she becomes more than quiet. She stays stone silent until she warms up to them by how they show themselves to her. No one really knows it when they meet Fynn Hawking, but she's always watching and observing you in the way you talk, eat, walk, act, and look. All of these factors add up together to show her whether you're trustworthy or not. As is known universally: "You can't trust anyone." Once she gets to know you, she opens up a lot more. She starts talking and leading conversations - she'll let you into your life. But Fynn is a one-time only girl - if you break her trust once, she'll never trust you again.

At first glance, Fynn might seem a quiet little girl - you could call her a weakling. The one thing you should know is that even though she might seem mellow and self-composed (which is true for most of the time) she has a temper. One that - if you push her too far - will explode and ignite, setting fire to everything around her. She's almost impossible to stop once she's made angry, whatever the cause of her fury. She'll keep going until she decides herself to calm down and compose herself. She'll never just lie there and be a wimpy little girl just because other people perceive her that way. When she gets fired up, she will stand up for herself and anything that is right. However, luckily for those who choose to be in her company, she does try her hardest to stay calm all of the time. There's always a little seed in her heart that is ready to burst forth though, so try not to push her buttons. She has some major pet peeves. First of all, she hates it when people are insensitive of others and don't use the brain that was given so gracefully to them. She respects intelligence and cunning so much, she almost loathes it when people are thoughtless or not sensible with their lives. For example, she has no idea why people would actually go and personally choose to waste their lives on smoking, alcohol, and other things besides. It disturbs her and she chooses to stay away from those things. She hates crowds of random strangers more than anything. They're loud, they're annoying, and some of them are smelly and sweaty. Not to say that she never gets like that, but she prefers to stay cool and comfortable, and you already know that she's not the loudmouth type.

When Fynn Hawking gets in one of her dark moods, it's not really any use trying to communicate or talk to her. She'll be withdrawn and stay inside, or get outside and go to a quiet place where she knows no one will bother her. With Fynn, there's no knowing, because she's not the type to voice her fears or her feelings. She'll let you figure it out for yourself by analyzing her. She doesn't really understand that some people are not like her and aren't withdrawn, but she doesn't really care. Fynn is very independent and self-reliant, therefore she technically doesn't need the companionship of others, but because she is a human and it is human nature to want companionship, she chooses to allow some close friends to be with her. They should know when she's in a mood though. What she knows is a true friend is if the person leaves her alone when she wants to be alone, but she knows that she can trust her fully and count on her. As for the opposite gender, Fynn doesn't exactly allow men to control her just because of the fact that she's unapproachable at times and some men choose not to talk or hang out with her. The boys that do remain true to her and keep trying will more than likely be rewarded with her friendship - she doesn't just become friends with everyone and if you keep trying with her, one day she will eventually crack. You only have to have the endurance and perseverance to keep up with her.

☾☾ the heritage of the Hawking family may not be significant to others, but it's significant to me.

✒ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʜᴇʀɪᴛᴀɢᴇ & ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ
Of everyone in her family, Fynn is the closest to her father, but bears most resemblance to her grandfather, Archibald Willeim Hawking. They have exactly the same eyes, and some people say the same personalities. Archibald was a thinker as well, very much like his granddaughter, even though he's never met her. They have the same tempers - Fynn is almost an exact copy of Archibald Hawking, except for the fact that she is a girl and they've never met each other, which is actually quite uncanny. Her father's full name is Finnigan Colin Hawking, and you could say that Fynn was named after him, but she never knew whether it was true or not and didn't bother to ask. They are very close because they spend much of their time together in a quiet place, contemplating their lives and asking each other queer questions. Archibald Willeim, Finnigan Colin, and Fynn Maerr are the philosophers of the family, and Fynn hopes to see her children (if she does have them) will be very much like their forefathers. Fynn is proud of her family heritage and wouldn't give it up for the world - she was born and raised in England - in the Hawking Manor, which her father inherited from Fynn's great great grandfather, Lewis Icaron Hawking. She holds that place close to her heart. Her heritage and family line is a rich and strong one - she has all the names that she has been told about by heart and can date most of her ancestor's years of living. She likes to keep these close to mind as possible - it's the only way she feels really close to her family even when she's not with them.

Now, on to her history. Fynn's history is not one she really likes to dwell upon, but in the dark reaches of night, memories will come rushing back to her and no amount of her brain power will be able to stop them replaying behind the blackish screens of her eyelids. As a child, she was raised as a "proper English girl," sitting with posture and drinking tea the correct way. She hated that lifestyle, and her father pitied her as well - they would stay up together at night when everyone else was asleep and discuss things as if she was an adult his age as well. She had an impeccable amount of knowledge for a child her age, and her mother - Delilah Agora Hawking didn't like it as much. She was a very tyrannical mother, and a traditional one too. Fynn hated the way she displayed herself, and how she didn't really seem to care for Fynn. So when Fynn turned the age of 16, she decided enough was enough and set out on her way, her mind set on traveling the world by herself without the restricting boundaries her mother set for her. Since then, she's never seen her mother, but from time to time, she'll secretly travel back to Hawking Manor and visit her father in secret, giving him her delightful stories from all around the world and hiding around the house until she's ready to leave again, and will start traveling to all the different places she hasn't visited yet. As mentioned before, she is a very independent girl and she likes her freedom. Since then, she's settled into Wilshire and lives on her own. Her one year of being independent of her parents has probably given her an advantage in living by herself.

☾☾ my voice isn't always heard, but life has an uncanny ability to get everyone involved, whether they like it or not.

✒ ᴍɪsᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜs ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ғʏɴɴ
{{ ~ Skills: The brainpower of one person is extremely powerful. Fynn's brain is extremely strong and she's cunning. She relies on strategy and brains to get her out of trouble and fix messes - sometimes she even perceives brute force as dumb and senseless. She is like a night owl - silent and intelligent. She can creep and sneak and run around like it's nothing and no one will hear or catch her unless she wants to be heard/caught. She studies everything around her and uses her environment to her advantage. She'll use all of her brainpower and mental training to help her with difficult situations and she's good at it as well.
{{ ~ Disadvantages: Because Fynn is so withdrawn and quiet, she finds it hard to communicate with other people, and that can be a problem if the dilemma that she is facing requires teamwork. She can't interact well with others, and that could be a potential problem in the future. In addition, she isn't all that strong at all. With tasks that require strength and force, she is at a huge disadvantage. Her brain is the one part of her body that is exercised - yes, she is lithe and fast, but that can only get you so far. She does ponder this sometimes, but she tries not to dwell on it for the sake of making her stressed and anxious.
{{ ~ The 5 Senses: Like the silvery, razor-color of her eyes, Fynn's eyesight is as sharp as a knife. She can also hear very well too - she has adopted the senses of a night owl and they are her favorite animal to study. She's quick on her feet and flees and the first sight of danger, unless there is something she can use to her advantage to defeat the danger that she's facing. All of Fynn's five senses are sharp and refined, but she is more of an evader than an attacker. It's just not her style.
{{ ~ Theme Song: Radioactive, by Imagine Dragons.
{{ - Other: Jingle Bells, Batman smells, Robin laid an egg; Batmobile lost a wheel and the Joker got away, HEY

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With a charm as sweet as a venomous snake, and a two sided personality Skye is often known for not so unnoticeable mood swings. At one moment, Skye may be a shy, reserved type of girl but the next moment she can be a great fire-cracker. It depends who you are and where you are and the currently mood of the moment. With a large group of people Skye is not normally the one of get stuck in, no matte what side of her's you are on, she will often be distracted by something a such as a leaf blowing in the wind out side of the window. She gets distracted very easy, like explained just before and called sometimes to have an attention span of a gold fish. With a large love of animals, her partner is her best friend. Of all size, colour and breed she will take on any to have an unconquerable bond between both animal and master. Skye has always been a relentless tomboy, hanging with the guys ever since she could remember. Sport and soccer have always been a big imput in her life; she trained for five days a week, a match on saturday and a rest of sunday. Cross country and Cricket games also were added, her fitness for soccer increasing by the week, then track and american football was included to. Sport was the only place she could be herself, she often just simply kicked a ball around the garden or play soccer with the guys and school. It became so regular it was a part of her for a long time. Nature is something that she lived around; most of her childhood days were spent there no matter what the elements threw at her. Two boys lived on her street and she often had a special affection for both of them, even dispite that they were around two years older that herself. Skye collected nature books, taking strolls with her thoughts in the woods, she often did that to dwell on the bad time even if she did not want to recount a bad day. Skye can often be found as deciving and sarcastic yet all with good heart. Humor is something that she loves to spread around her friends and earnt the title as the 'Clown of the ground'. She made people laugh often, trying to simply cheer them up when they are down. Spirit is something that never runs scarce in the heart and soul of this young fire-cracker. Most things what she does is often tried to be done with a positive attitude, though these small imputs are not always succsessful. There are times that she is blissfully exited and almost so bubbly it is impossible to burst her good spirits but other times she can be known as a rash person with a firey temper; someone that she does not want to become. Mood swings are often common with Skye, one moment she may be a very quiet and reserved person and the next minute she will be a bubbly girl, almost a different person sometimes. Her mood is very tempermental, she could swing from mood to mood over fifty times a day sometimes. With friends, she is normally the bubbly Skye that they would know, but with strangers she will be shy, often staying at the back of the group, just simply following them about. As a general person, Skye is a well mannered and kind person who just wants the best of life, even that may not fall upon her. Truthfully, she has grown out of her mood swings now and she very shy and sensible. She loves to have a laugh however and she loves to sing and dance.

Emotive eyes of a colour so pacific blue, an iris of pure and lustful sapphire and flecks turquoise show all emotions that lead to her soul, and when at her most devious and deceitful and light up like a solar system of blue stars that glitter and are most radiant at night, when the moonlight’s chaste emission shines down and filters through clouds to reach her face and grant more than pools of colour, a full view of feelings and a whole story that is to end in an unknown path of fate, complemented by long and graceful eye-lashed that are accented by a rimming of black giving to an almost innocent appearance that could fool a man without a word being spoken, and striking blonde, almost considered as light as a star in a galaxy, with highlights of fair brown streaks and under layers of a pale brown as sun rarely ever reaches the very bottom layer of thick locks of gold and curls of bronze that falls freely and nicely to halfway down her back, thickness fading as it reaches the ends which is sometimes tied pack with wavy strands escaping the bob and falling over her eyes wildly, her side fringe almost always over one eye or the other, and greatly accented by thin eye brows that arch over her eyes of sparkling, dancing and flickering blue like mentioned only a short while ago, but are thicker than most and a smile of a sealed promise, and devious smirk or a grin of humour hidden in the very corner of lips, often said to be as red as roses those of which accent her entire face. Her face is a heart shaped figure, thin with slightly and naturally raised cheek bones that makes a bright and smooth appearance that is figured nicely, and unique to. Long, elegant neck makes her posture to be nicely held, and a relaxed pose with good shoulder length adds to her very and naturally thin torso, as it looks as almost unhealthy, even though she thinks there is much more weight to loose, and if she does, there will be nothing left of her. An athletic build, this could be described as, she does do many sports such as running, climbing and gymnastics, and a major in swimming, holding her breath underwater until her entire body became numb and weak. Her build is curvy and at a moderate height of 5’’4, a normal build. This girl’s fingers are nimble and always find their own job such as playing with her hair, tapping, climbing, foraging or hiding in the grasses, anything that can distract her brain from the harsh world that occasionally bore her. Her legs are long and thin, her calves well rounded and small feet. This girl has no real clothing style, it is just clothes that she pulls out of her closet and it just happens to look good on her. Anything goes, anything fits is something what this young girl says when she pits something on and makes her own style. However, if she had a set name to her clothes it will probably fit with 'waterproof', 'streetwise' and always wears her purple or red converse. Her frequently worn accessories is her mother's bracelet, the only thing she has from her mother, and her black and silver wrist bands scattered around her wrists, even on both sides. Now, her clothing also reflects on her personality at the moment in time, or her emotions and it just adds to her unique style of dressing. Her outfits are mostly in style, and casual long White tops and denim shorts.

[Little Lotte]

{ { Jingle Bells!

{ - camille - } ❁ { - eighteen - } ❁ { - female - } ❁ { - the perceptive one - }

Camille Géroux is not a very well known name across Camille's town,

Full Name: Camille Lenore Géroux
Pronunciation: cuh-MEE le-NOHR JHE-roou
Meaning: Unblemished
Age: Eighteen
Birthday: May 8, 1994
Gender: Female
Nicknames: None

then again, with 5 other siblings, Camille hardly expects anyone to notice or remember her, the quietest, most thoughtful and perceptive of them all. Juliette Géroux, Pierre Géroux, even little Cécilie Géroux are more well-known names throughout the town. Camille, she's just completely forgotten. She's a quiet girl, a girl who watches and notices things and reflects upon them and she knows people without them even noticing they've seen her before. She's a wallflower, a girl who doesn't have any friends, so it is not surprising, at least not to me, that no one, even her parents have probably forgotten, knows Camille's full name. It's a simple name, if you think about it, Camille Lenore Géroux. Nice and simple. Camille, the fourth child and third girl in a family of six children, came along at a pretty much bad time for her parents but before I tell you why or anything else, I must tell you how it began, and I'll do that by telling you her parents' story. It all began with a magazine advertisement. It was one of those days where everything seems to stand unchanging, where time seems to drag on leaving everything as it is. One of those days where the leaves on trees don't seem to move and the wind appears to have stopped blowing. The stillness, it spoke of something happening, and anxiety slowly slipped into the brains of the population. Those days are rare, days when moments seem to remain untouched, unsoiled, as if nothing was moving, nothing was altering and not even a bird's shrill cries disturbed the silence that hung in the air. It was one of the hottest days of the year and the sun seemed to burn in the sky splendidly, like it planned on staying there forevermore, unyielding to the night. Clouds and the blessed moments of relief from the stifling heat were scarce and far apart so that the sun never seemed to end it's reign of heat and stillness. Maybe because of the heat and the reckless, surreal feeling it brought, maybe for some other reason, actions didn't seem to have any consequences on that day but something important did happen. That day, a little girl was reading a magazine her mother had just bought for her, her eyes, scanning the page and not missing a single detail, catch sight of an advertisement. She reads it and spends ages looking at the pictures excitedly and she is enchanted by the beautiful place. That place is France. The advertisement, a travelling agency's. The little girl? That's Camille's mother. Well, from that day on she had a dream of one day travelling to France. Now, let me introduce Camille's father. He was born and raised in Paris, France and had never set a foot outside of France, his native country. Camille's mother was American through and through, on her first trip out of the US with an excursion group when she met her future husband. They could both be considered teenagers, only nineteen, but they met one day and after talking for a bit, realized they shared a lot of the same interests. It happened like that, two kids fresh out of high school met in the cold French winter and fell in love; they talked for hours, not even realizing how cold it was, and a spark seemed to ignite between them in the middle of the bleak winter. They started dating a few days after they first met and they were truly in love. However, when the tour group had to leave, so did Camille's mother and they decided to try and make it work even though it had turned into a long distance relationship. It was a hard relationship since they lived in different countries but the distance between them didn't seem like an obstacle. A year into their relationship, when Camille's mother managed to travel back to France to stay a few weeks, she got pregnant. This, of course, changed all the young couple's plans. The older of the two had just turned twenty and at their ages they weren't allowed to get married. Camille's mother tried to find a way to stay in France but she didn't have enough money to stay any longer. Now, Camille's mother dreaded going back not only because she'd be parted from her boyfriend but also because she knew she would be doomed if her rigid, orderly parents found out that their only daughter was pregnant, especially because she was not allowed to have a boyriend until she turned twenty-one. But she had to go and so she left France and went back to the United States and Camille's father stayed in France. The young mother did her best to hide the fact that she was pregnant; she moved out of her parents' house as soon as she could and went to live with a friend. A few months after she moved into her friend's house, Camille's father managed to go to the United States. He stayed there for three months and during that time, on November 19th, their twins were born. It was a premature birth, a month before the babies were expected, and the parents hadn't thought of any names. They managed to think of names in five minutes; the name chosen for the girl was Juliette after the young mother's friend who had kept her pregnant a secret and had let her move in wit her. The other child, a boy, was named Pierre for no particular reason. When Camille's grandparents learned that her mother had given birth to twins and that she wasn't even married, they disowned her and made her change her last name, claiming they didn't want to have a daughter with two children and no husband. Camille's mother was cut out of their will and changed her last name to Levésque. When Camille's parents both turned twenty-one, they moved to France with their two babies and got married. When Juliette and Pierre were about to turn one, Camille's mother became pregnant once again and nine months later had another girl who was named Collette. Three years after Collette came another girl, a girl who was born in May. May 8th. Quite a confusing day for the family. They had been at a birthday party when, suddenly, Camille's mother went into labour. She was rushed to a hospital and there she had a girl. The couple hadn't thought of names, in fact they had been fighting a lot because of money issues, the family was rather poor, and they hadn't been in the same room for two days. The mother picked the girl's name for no particular reason, she just asked a nurse for help picking a name, giving her three options: Lenore, Camille, and Gabrielle. The nurse loved the name Camille, so the baby girl was named Camille, but she also loved Lenore, hence, Camille's middle name is Lenore. Camille's birth was not very celebrated by her family, she was already the third girl and her parents, in a tight spot at the money and with tons of financial issues, thought her birth had come at a rather unfortunate time. Since her mother and father were not speaking to each other, he only learned of his daughter's birth a day after, from his older daughter, Juliette. Even though her parents did not want any more kids, Camille's mother got pregnant once again, a little girl who is now five years old names Cécilie. Since Camille's mother is American and her father French, she is both American and French; she was born in France and lived there for most of her life but she was taught how to speak English. Camille speaks with a French accent due to the fact that her family only moved to the US when she was fifteen, almost sixteen. Though she looks a little older, Camille is actually eighteen years of age, and is, obviously, a girl. She doesn't really have any nicknames because the name Camille is rather hard to shorten and she likes it the way she is, Camille, not Millie or Milla. Camille's name is pronounced cuh-MEE le-NOHR JHE-roou.

I wouldn't consider Camille beautiful.

Height: 5'6"
Weight: 124 lbs
Eye Colour: Dark Blue
Hair Colour: Dirty Blonde
Body Modifications: None
Scars: Right hand
Skin Tone: Pale/Light

In fact, I think she just manages to make the cut into slightly pretty. The truth is, Camile is very pretty but in her own way, not because of her face or because of her body but because of her personality and her charm. She is not a girl you would gape at or a girl you would even look at twice, you'd just dismiss her as commonplace. But that's the mistake most people make, they cast Camille off as common when, if you look at her twice, she's actually pretty. Dirty blonde hair with a few darker streaks that are almost brown, charming dark blue eyes that at times seem black and light skin. When you first see Camille, her hair seems to be a dirty blonde colour. Just dark blonde, no lighter or darker streaks; however, though most of her hair is dirty blonde, several streaks are actually blonde, lighter than the rest of her hair. Those streaks are only noticed when someone is near her because they are very subtle. Camille's hair is dirty blonde but it's natural, a natural dirty blonde, not the dyed "blonde with a few dark streaks" that most people have. No, her hair is natural and in case you haven't noticed, Camille is different from other people, even thought she blends in. Her hair is not too long but not too short either and a few centimeters below shoulder length and slightly wavy, with a few messy curls, managing to look both slightly tousled and slightly neat at the same time and adding a girlish yet charming look to her features. She usually leaves it the normal way, slightly tousled and wavy and altogetehr unstyled because she really doesn't care about her hair. Her eyes can be considered pretty, but only after you manage to overcome the fact that they are a very extraordinary color, a dark blue; they really are stunning because they are a very beautiful color that is still not too rare, normal but still unique in it's own right, her eyes are uncommon yet they are charming because of the expression contained in them. Since no one has ever payed much attention to her and she's never really had to guard her emotions, Camille is very easily hurt and all her emotions can be seen quite clearly in her eyes. The statement "the eyes are the window to the soul" is true when it comes to Camille, if you actually read her eyes you can see her soul, unique and beautiful in it's own right, just like almost everything about her. When it comes to color, her eyes are dark blue, not a light, clear blue but a darker shade of blue. They are not the incredibly blue, light, cheerful colour most people have when they say they have blue eyes, but a darker shade. Her eyes are really very pretty because in the middle of them there is just a hint of brown, about the same shade as the darker streaks in her hair. It's not just her pupil that's dark, there are a few streaks of brown mixed in with the blue. In the sunlight her eyes seem to be a slightly lighter shade of blue and the streaks of brown, instead of being more prominent, as you would expect them to be, almost completely disappear of you are looking at her from a distance. Camille does not wear mascara to bring out her eyes but does use concealer, which she uses to hide the dark circles under her eyes that, without makeup, show a lot due to her pale skin tone. That's really the only type of makeup she uses, except for, occasionally, lipstick. She doesn't like wearing too much makeup but sometimes also wears light eyeshadow. Now, let’s move on to her lips and teeth. Camille’s lips are not too large and not too thin but something in between, they're not ugly but not exactly pretty either, just something in the middle, unremarkable. When she smiles you can see her teeth, they are not all completely white but are a relatively white colour with a small space/gap between her two front teeth that shows when she smiles and talks… I'd say her smile is not the most beautiful in the world but she looks so happy and her eyes light up so that she does look somewhat pretty. Her ears are normal size, not too big and not too small but usually they are hidden behind her hair and they are not pierced. She doesn't have any piercings or tattoos or body modifications of that type because she finds them ugly and undesirable. She knows that when you get a tattoo or anything of that kind, it's for life and you can't take it off. Now, for her build. I’ll have a hard time explaining this because she doesn’t really have a definite build like muscular or petite but a mixture of several. First off, I’ll say Camille is not very thin but not fat either, she's just normal weight. I guess you could say her build is petite but that wouldn’t be a hundred percent accurate because she’s rather tall despite being rather slender. Odile is about 5 feet 6 inches tall and is rather tall. As for her fashion style, it’s pretty much simple but also classical. She likes wearing dresses but she also likes wearing jeans and t-shirts or blouses and she is always wearing rather neutral colours. Camille is pretty but not beautiful, having both flaws (the gap between her teeth and the fact that she is easily overlooked) and good things (her charm and pretty eyes) about her appearance. Even though she is pretty, she was never really popular, not even in middle school, because she always lacked a sense of style, always preferring to wear black and white than whatever was currently the fashion and was always a wallflower, always too quiet and too nice to be a popular kid.

Have you ever met a child who told you she didn't believe in love?

Crush: No one
Boyfriend: No one
Dating Status: Single
Sexuality: Straight
Friends: Currently none
Exes: None
Enemies: None

If you asked Camille, when she was about eight or nine, if she believed in true love she would have said no. Why? Well, the reason is rather simple. For ages, Camille's parents have been fighting, yelling at each other, at each other's throats and subconciously making their kids take sides, since she was always a peacemaker, a mild and nice girl, she hates having to pick sides. Now, she's used to it, used to the awkwardness in the air all the time and to turning a blind eye and ear to the vicious French and English words hurled into the air, meant to hurt. She's also used to crying at night, wishing her parents would stop fighting. All Camille does when her parents are fighting is try to get her youngest sister, Cécilie, not to hear them yelling. Now, There really isn't much to put here, Camille has never dated before but she knows enough about love to know it's not real and doesn't last despite the fact that she knows that and she has a constant reminder of it waiting for her at home, a part of her, the childish, persistent part of her keeps insisting that it does but is rarely found. Even in the books she read, love sometimes did not find a way. It's only proof that love can only end in heartbreak, even if you do marry someone and you love them, either you'll die or they'll die, ultimately ending in grief and heartbreak. So, Camille is single and not thinking about dating or crushing on anyone. She's straight, and probably will always be. Camille has never dated before, ever, not even once, not even a childhood sweetheart. No one has ever payed much attention to her, much less liked her. When she was younger she had crushes on some boys but then she moved to the US.

I guess you could say Camille is not a very typical girl, for one, she is very quiet and has rather peculiar tastes.

Trait 1: The girl no one notices
Trait 2: The girl who wishes she lived in the 19th century
Trait 3: The girl who observes
Trait 4: The girl who's a wallflower
Trait 5: The girl who's name no one knows
Trait 6: The girl who loves music, art, and books
Trait 7: The girl who wears her heart on her sleeve

If I was to describe her using just a few words, I guess I would choose Perceptive, Quiet, Wallflower, Emotional, Easily Hurt, and Charming. I'll start by saying that she is very quiet, the type of person who would always rather stay in the shadows watching other people and emerged in their own, private thoughts than come out of their shells and actually interact with other people or start yelling. She's the type of person who seems to live almost in a world of their own and when you meet them, you are usually surprised how much attention they pay and wonder at their knowing things you didn't. Maybe it's because Camille is such a silent, withdrawn person that she sees the world in a different light than other people. In case you haven't noticed yet, the world, for most people, is really just a web of lies that other people spin. Everyone of us is constantly lying about something and the world itself can be deceitful so that most people's lives seem to be a web that they are always getting caught up in, like flies and other mosquitoes in spider's webs. People are usually very selfish, very self-centered and ego-centric and all they can see is their point of view, all they can notice is what's going on that affects them. They can't think like other people, can't seem to see what other people are feeling or thinking because they really don't try. All they care about is their point of view and what they are thinking and seeing and if you go through life like that, like most people do, it's really no wonder that you often get caught is webs. Humanity is not naturally deceitful but people are corrupted into turning treacherous so that they feel like they are spiders. What most people can't notice, however, is that you may be a spider by saying one little lie, by creating one little web but you are just one amongst many so that, adding up all the tiny little spiders that are creating webs, you get one huge spiderweb. A few of us as mosquitoes and flies and other flying insects, the ones the spider feed on, the ingénues and the little spiders, as soon as they finish their tiny webs, turn into those flying insects, too, but for them it is worst, because they believe they are still spiders and still have control over something. That, however, is an illusion. It may seem like they are in control of their lives, but they are really flying blindfolded. Here is a picture for you, it's like those people, their walking around with a flashlight and all they can see is what the flashlight illuminates, around them all is dark. The darkness are the webs, the lies, all the plots the human mind comes up with and the narrow light the flashlight gives is what the people can see when they don't try to see what other people are thinking and feeling and plotting. Now, not every one of us is walking around blindfolded, oblivious to everything. There are some of us who are bystanders, some of us who are always on the sidelines, just watching everything. And the mosquitos who think they are spiders think they are better than the people who are on the sidelines because they spun a few little lies. The ones one the sidelines are actually better off because they can see everything and they notice everything. Camille is a very perceptive person because she sees the world from everyone's point of view as well as from her own point of view and she notices things about people by watching them, things they don't even know about themselves so that she knows about people while they don't know anything about her. Because Camille is very quiet and very subtle really but she still has this subtle charm about her in the way she smiles and the way she sees things, no one really notices her and she's quite used to that. She's used to being the girl no one really notices, whose name no one knows. Not even her family pays much attention to her, she's just Camille, just the girl that's always there. Camille can also be described as an old soul, she wishes she lived in the 19th century where people in general were different and things were calmer, more peaceful. Because she's really rather different from most people, she's also very emotional and you can tell everything she's feeling just from looking at her face, she wears her heart on her sleeve all the time without even knowing it.