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нαηηα єℓιѕαвєтн вяσσкѕxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx{ ηαмє } ~ Her full name is Hanna Elisabeth Brooks, but everyone calls her Hanna. She really hates when people use her middle or last names as a nickname for her - not that many people in Paradise Falls actually know her middle name, it isn't something that exactly comes up in conversation. She isn't one for nicknames, unless she is close enough to you that she decides to give you one first. It isn't all that uncommon for people to call her the "Ice Queen" behind her back, only because she has a hard time making new friends. It was hard for her, moving from her uppity, private school in New York to this small Maine town.
Anyways, her first name, Hanna, comes from the place where her parents first met. A small coffee shop, called Hanna's. She doesn't know why they decided to name her Hanna, don't ask, maybe it's because they were actually in love. Or maybe they wanted a reminder of when times were good, carefree, and they had lives outside of their jobs. They still went there before they died, but they never bothered to take her with them, and she never bothered to ask.
Hanna's middle name, Elisabeth, is her great-great-great-great grandmother's name, on her father's side. Yeah, I know, a lot of "greats," but the Brooks' are very family oriented, and names are often passed down like that. She supposes they couldn't really use her mother's name for her middle name, because Hanna Anabel doesn't sound all that great. They had to have the perfect middle name for their daughter, anything less would never be considered. She's just glad she didn't end up with a middle name like Ester or Mathilda. That would have sucked.
Her last name, Brooks, obviously comes from her father's side. She really doesn't know if she has all that much to say about it, only because last names are inherited, not chosen, like a first or middle name.{ αgє } ~ Hanna was born on December 18th 1994. She will turn 18 this year, but for now she is still 17. She's excited for her birthday, but also kind of sad, because this is the first time that her parents won't be there to celebrate with her. They passed away days after she turned 17. For as long as she can remember, her birthday was always the one day that her parents would call off work and spend with her. But this year, things will most certainly be different, and Hanna can't help but wonder if she'll have anyone to share it with.
{ gєη∂єя } ~ Are you blind? Do the long hair and fashionable outfits not make it obvious enough? Hanna is obviously a female. I don't know why you'd have to ask. She makes it clear enough, often wearing girly outfits and makeup. She's definitely not a guy.
{ ƒαмιℓу } ~ As aforementioned, Hanna was the only daughter of Thomas L. Brooks and Anabel Marie Cheney, who met by chance in a small coffee shop called Hanna's. Hanna's father was on his way to becoming a renowned surgeon, and her mother a prominent lawyer. Neither had time for a child, let alone each other, although they somehow managed to make the marriage work. They were hardly ever around for Hanna. Soon after she turned 17, both of her parents were killed in an awful house fire. She happened to be out that night, with her boyfriend [who is now her ex], and they, by some chance, both happened to be at home. The police suspected that it was arson, but they never did figure out who burnt the house down, and Hanna allowed them to put the investigation to rest. After that, Hanna was sent to live with her closest relative, her Grandmother's sister on her mothers side, her Great Aunt Magdeline. Cousins of Hanna's have also floated in and out of that house, but Hanna never really has grown close to any of them, and they usually get their act together and move out on their own or back in with their closer family. For now she is stuck here, with her senile old Aunt.
{ ρнуѕιcαℓ ∂єѕcяιρтιση } ~ As far as looks go, Hanna is no exceptional beauty, certainly not a runway model, although she's pretty darn close. She is your average height, standing at 5'6" she's not your tallest girl, but she certainly isn't your shortest either. She often wears heels, making her look taller than she actually is.
Hanna has long, wavy dark hair that flows down to the middle of her back. She often wears it up, and manages to pull off having curly hair without having it look completely messy, although this is mainly because she avoids brushing it while it is wet, only because that results in an unflattering mess. After all, she's had curly hair her whole life, and has had plenty of time to figure out what looks nice and what hairstyles should be avoided.
Hanna's eyes are brown, some would argue dark brown, while others would argue that they are more of a hazel color. Personally, Hanna just calls them brown, although they can vary in shades of darkness depending on what kind of lighting she is in. Hanna has always loved the color of her eyes, and the fact that they are framed by long, dark lashes. She has no reason to wear mascara, something she has found to be a bit of a hassle.
Her dark hair frames her face, and sometimes can make her look a lot paler than she actually is, which is why she often uses blush. After all, who wants to look sickly and pasty? No one. Hanna actually has what most people would call "cream and roses" skin. Pale, but not too pale, soft tones of color filling her cheeks, but not turning her pink. But because of this, it can be very obvious when she's blushing, the color shows up remarkably well on her pale skin. The one thing that she hates is the fact that she doesn't tan. She's too fair-skinned for that, and therefore has to be careful about how long she's out in the sun for. She burns quite easily, a fact that she's always loathed, especially when the other girls in her grade come back from summer break with perfect tans. Hanna's thought about getting a spray tan, but she hates how fake they look, and from past experiences, she knows that a person can come out looking more orange instead of a well-rounded, attractive tan.
As for her build, Hanna is slender, but not overly skinny. More than a few girls in her class have had the nerve to call her anorexic, but she's not. Long arms and thin wrists make her the perfect pianist. She has a delicate, almost petite looking frame, making her look almost fragile, which, compared to the wolves, she is. She spends a great deal of time exercising, most often, she is running. It is one of her favorite pastimes, and because she usually runs for an hour or more everyday, she is lean and fast on her feet. She may not exactly have the build of a well-muscled athlete, but she's strong, that is undeniable, and you shouldn't count her out in a tennis match.
{ ρєяѕσηαℓιту } ~ Generally, when people look at Hanna, attempting to figure out her personality, they see one thing - cold. But that coldness is often shyness misinterpreted. Some of her older friends in NY considered her to be one of the nicest people they'd ever had the pleasure to meet. But upon moving here, after the death of her parents, Hanna closed herself up. She became untouchable in the eyes of the kids who'd lived here their whole lives. To them, she is just the bitch from the city who puts herself above them, but that isn't the truth at all.
Hanna is unbearably shy - most likely springing from the fact that back in NY people only liked her because they knew that her parents had money. She had tons of "fake friends," many of whom turned against her when they realized that she didn't like to party, and was actually very conservative with the money her parents gave her. She didn't buy their friendship, so therefore, she didn't earn it either. Another reason for her shyness was the fact that she rarely had kids over to her house when she was younger. Her parents, being apart of the elite New York Social class, were very picky about who their daughter could and couldn't hang out with. Because of that, she earned the reputation of a snobby, upper-class girl.
She's quiet, and after living her life out as an only child, Hanna is a girl that doesn't mind being alone. There are times when she prefers it, finding it hard to trust kids her age. There are times though, like when she walks into the cafeteria, that she wishes she wasn't viewed as an outsider. She wants a group of friends to belong to as much as the next person, although she will always put on a brave face and never let it show. She is exceptional when it comes to masking her emotions, something she learned to do from her mother.
Hanna is amazingly, incredibly stubborn. Her parents had no idea where she got it from, because neither of them felt that they were as stubborn as she was, although it's possible that they were, and they just weren't willing to admit it. Once Hanna makes up her mind about something, it's near impossible to get her to change it. Even something simple can make her incredibly stubborn. Sometimes this is a flaw, other times it's a good thing, like when it comes to surviving in a hard situation.
This dark-haired beauty is an extreme perfectionist - brought about by perfectionist parents that were constantly pushing their only daughter to be her best. They refused to accept anything less than perfection. Even though they've passed on, old habits die hard, and her perfectionism is something Hanna just can't let go of. She is good at many things she attempts, she's smart and tries hard, always giving everything her best - but that certainly can take a toll on a person. It's caused her to become very hard on herself, and also very competitive. She doesn't like to fail, and often refuses to give up until she gets something right. Her parents taught her that mistakes are never acceptable.
{ нιѕтσяу } ~ As I may have already mentioned, Hanna was born and raised in New York City. Her parents, Thomas Lauver Brooks and Anabel Marie Cheney met in a small coffee shop named Hanna's when they were in their early twenties. Both were from up-and-coming families that had lived in New York since the state was first founded. It's safe to say that after that first meeting in the coffee shop, the two couldn't stop thinking about each other. They were happy, their families were more than pleased with the pairing - everything seemed perfect. That is, until Anabel discovered that she was pregnant. Horrified, the two seriously considered giving the baby up for adoption. Anabel was on her way to becoming one of New York's most renowned lawyers, and Thomas had already established his place in upper-class society as a prominent surgeon. Neither of them wanted a baby, and neither of them were willing to give up their successful careers to raise the child.
But the parents of both Thomas and Anabel staunchly insisted that they keep the baby and put their "two smart heads together to figure out a way to make it work!" December 18th rolled around, and Anabel gave birth to a beautiful little girl, whom they named Hanna, after the cafe where they met. Days later, they took their little girl home, but things were not as normal as one would have thought. They didn't coddle or love her, instead, they completed the bare necessities, feeding her, changing her diaper, et cetera, but there was no love to go along with the actions. Two days after they brought Hanna home, Thomas went back to work. Two days after that, Anabelle hired a nanny and she too went back to her job.
Hanna was raised by the nanny, whom she came to know as Nona. Nona was like the mother she had, but rarely saw. She loved her parents, but never fully understood why they never loved her back. It was a sad thing - and she was home alone most of the time, but Hanna never viewed her life as strange until she went to school. The other parents came to pick their children up, attended the plays and chaperoned on field trips, but Hanna's parents were constantly working. Work came before family until the very day they died.
She grew up surrounded by the housekeepers, tutored by the people her parents had hired, kept company by the puppy they'd bought her when she was ten. They left her to her own devices, and after a while, she decided that she didn't mind. Hanna had the run of the house, and the ability to use what ever her parents bought her. She spent a lot of time in the city, away from the house, especially when she was older.
It was a snowy evening in late January when sixteen-year-old Hanna's life changed, whether she liked it or not. She was in the city, out later than she'd expected to be, but she knew that her parents wouldn't care. They usually got home late, made themselves dinner, ate it in silence, and then went up to bed. Turning, she walked along, the wind buffeting her black pea-coat, tugging at strands of her hair. It began to snow harder, and she mentally cursed herself for not bring a hat and mittens. Darkness had fallen, and the night air was cooler than ever. Desperate to get out of the chilling wind, Hanna ducked into the nearest building possible.
The old cathedral was warm and quiet, obviously a sanctuary. Very few people were inside, and all that were were kneeling, hands clasped in prayer. Even though she'd never been inside before, Hanna realized where she was. Saint Patrick's Cathedral. Embarrassed to have barged in while people were praying, Hanna backed towards the wall, content to stand silently and wait for her fingers and nose to warm up before heading back outside. She'd only been standing there for a few moments when her cellphone rang out. Horrified, she fumbled through her bag, and was clumsy enough that it dropped to the floor, contents spilling out onto the stone. Trying to hide her embarrassment, she knelt done and reached for her phone, just as someone reached down and grabbed it before she had a chance. Glancing up, she found herself face to face with a dark-haired boy. He had the palest blue-gray eyes she'd ever seen. With deft movements he ended the call before she even had the chance to say thanks. He stooped down, handed her the phone, and in one fluid motion, swept up her things and proceeded to dump them back into her bag.
Rising, she felt the blood warm her face, and hurriedly looked away from the boy.
"You're supposed to turn all electronic devices off, upon entering the church," he said, his face expressionless. Hanna paled, suddenly worried that she'd done more than interrupt the people who were praying here. She opened her mouth to explain, but the boy cracked a grin and moved to the side, pointing to a sign behind him. Hanna took the grin to mean that he wasn't mad at her, only teasing her about the fact that she seemed utterly clueless about the rules. Grabbing her by the hand, the boy pulled her back outside, the heavy, intricately carved doors swinging closed behind them with a muffled thump. Releasing his hold on her, the boy offered his hand. "I'm Caden."
She accepted his hand shake and offered a weak smile. "Hanna." He nodded, and turned towards the street.
"You look kind of cold, and I could go for a coffee. Care to join me?"
For a moment, Hanna weighed her options. She was supposed to be at home - but then again, no one was waiting up. And asking her out to coffee didn't exactly seem like something a psychopathic killer would do, especially since he'd been in the church.
She accepted his offer. Their story began there, when she was only sixteen. Little did they know, but a mere eight months later, her parents would be killed in the awful house fire while she was out to dinner with him. After that, things got more stressful. His dad didn't approve of them, and Hanna was getting ready to go to live with her Great Aunt. Caden knew that he couldn't leave New York, knew that he couldn't leave his two younger siblings alone with his drunken father.
By the time Hanna was settled in here at Paradise Falls, she wasn't sure whether or not they were still together. Her questions were answered when she went back a week later to collect some of her parents things that had been locked away in a safety deposit box, and saw him arm in arm with another girl, strolling down the street. Alone, angry and tired, Hanna returned to Maine and vowed that she'd never let anyone get that close again, although this vow didn't last long.
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[ ηαмє ] - The name's Andrew Joseph Nickels, and that's a fact. Andrew was named after his mother's brother, so his uncle. For a while his mother, a lady who refused to see the evil in people, considered naming him after his father, but her mother, a stubborn old woman, insisted on giving the boy a name that he deserved, not the one of a drunk. As far as his middle name goes, it was something she thought up on the spot, right after giving birth to him. The nurse asked her what name she had in mind for the baby, and she said "Andrew Joseph." As far as his last name goes, it is that of his mothers, not that of his father's. After his father left them, Andrew's mother decided to get rid of his last name, and legally changed their last names back to her maiden name. "There. Now you know. Not that interesting of a story, eh?"
[ αgє ] - 18. Andrew was born in August of 1993, he will be 19 next august. He was quite happy to turn 18, because it meant that he could legally leave the house - a place that had never been, and never would be a home. Although he felt slightly guilty about leaving, he knew he would have felt guiltier if he'd succeeded in running away earlier.
[ gєη∂єя ] - Andrew is obviously a male. I don't know why you'd even feel the need to check, isn't it obvious enough? Everything about him screams GUY from the well-muscled but lean build, to the fact that he shaves every now and then from the clothes he wears to the car he drives. Seriously. Still don't know why you'd need to ask. After all, how many girls have you met with the name Andrew Joseph.
[ ƒαмιℓу ] - Andrew has a large family. His mother had one brother, the uncle he was named after. He doesn't know much about his father's side of the family, other than the fact that most of his dad's siblings were adopted, including his dad. After his dad left, his mother cut all ties with Jack's family - Andrew followed her wishes and hasn't spoken to any of them since. He has four other siblings, a younger sister, Anna, who is thirteen, a younger brother, Zach, who is eight, a little sister who is four, Aimee and one last brother, a mere toddler at the age of two, who's name is Joshua. Andrew had a hard time leaving his siblings behind, because he was their main caretaker because his mom picked up so many shifts to support the family, but he knew that if he didn't get away, he was likely to go mad.
[ ρнуѕιcαℓ ∂єѕcяιρтιση ] - Andrew is tall, standing at 6 feet two inches. He obviously inherited his height from his father, because his mother is small-boned and petite. But unlike his father, he is well muscled and very lean, whereas his father was a tall man, but he was a portly, rounded man, after years of hardship turned him to drink. Andrew has dark brown hair that grows quickly, but he usually keeps it spiked instead of letting it fall into his eyes. For a while, he kept it cropped close to his head, but now he's let it grow out a bit.
His long build can tangle him up, especially in a fight, but over time he's learned how to use his height and size to his advantage. Long legs make him a quick runner, even more so when he shifts into a wolf form. As a wolf, he has a darker silver face, often expressionless. After all, why would he need to show any expressions when he can convey them through his eyes or his posture. His muzzle, ears, tail and back are darker silver, while his legs, face, chest, and underbelly are the lighter silver, almost white. Because of this, he has come to prefer the harsh Maine winters, in which he blends into.
His eyes are a dark, rich, chocolate brown, often his most mesmerizing feature. He often tries hard to mask his emotions, but they often leak into his eyes. Looking into Andrew's eyes is like glimpsing his soul - you never know what you might catch in their murky pools. He rarely burns, instead he is able to get a nice strong tan that usually lasts well into the middle of winter, depending on the summer weather.
[ ρєяѕσηαℓιту ] - If there is one thing that people notice most about Andrew's personality it is his temper. He has a terrible temper, but he hasn't ever hurt anyone without reason. He is usually nicer to you once you get to know him, but he has become a young man who rarely trusts anyone. Because of this, he is more likely to grown angry with a person that he doesn't know, simply became he doesn't trust them.
He is a very private person, and rarely opens up about his past to anyone, most likely because he is ashamed that he left all his siblings and his mother. If it weren't for the fact that he is a werewolf, many think that he would have left Paradise Falls long ago and headed back to his family. Refusing to share much about himself is another way to protect who he is. If he doesn't know you, he wouldn't tell you about his painful past, because he doesn't want anyone to have anything, whether it be knowledge or someone he loves, to use against him.
Because of this, he loves to spend time alone, more so as a human than as a wolf, although it's hard to find alone time when you are living in a house with six to ten other teenagers that have little to no sense of what the word privacy is. But after living with all of his siblings for most of his life, he's quite used to having little privacy, although I would recommend knocking on his door before going in because of his awful temper. He likes the peace and quiet, and the woods are a perfect fit for him. School...eh, not so much.
Andrew has never been one that cared about his grades, although he is incredibly cunning - you have to be when half of your family is close to starving. He is quick witted and sharp, but he hates to be stuck indoors, in school, forced to learn about things that won't ever matter to him now that he's chosen his path. He does enjoy learning about fighting and survival skills - only those aren't usually taught in school. But the one good thing about Paradise Falls High is the girls.
Andrew is a huge flirt - if it has two legs, looks and smells decent, and is female, he's bound to flirt with it, or her. He knows when to be charming and sweet, although as a true person, he rarely is. Instead he is cold, untrusting and calculating, but he does love to flirt. He'd never hurt or take advantage of anyone, but he's has his fair share of girl friends.
[ нιѕтσяу ] - WIP.
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[left][size=85][color=#808080]In your ocean, I'm ankle deep,
I feel the waves crashin' on my feet,
It's like I know where I need to be,
But I can't figure out, yeah I can't figure out,[/color]
[color=#FF8080]just how much air I will need to breathe,
When your tide rushes over me.
There's only one way to figure out,
Will ya let me drown, will ya let me drown?[/color]
[color=#808080]Hey now, this is my desire,
Consume me like a fire, 'cause I just want something beautiful,
To touch me, I know that I'm in reach,
'Cause I am down on my knees, I'm waiting for something beautiful,
Oh,Oh,Oh something beautiful,[/color]
[color=#FF8080]And the water is risin' quick
And for years I was scared of it
We can't be sure when it will subside
So I won't leave your side, no I can't leave your side[/color]
[color=#808080]Hey now, this is my desire
Consume me like a fire, 'cause I just want something beautiful
To touch me, I know that I'm in reach
'Cause I am down on my knees, I'm waiting for something beautiful,
Oh, Oh, Oh Something Beautiful,
Oh, Oh, Oh Something Beautiful.[/color]
[color=#FF8080]In a daydream, I couldn't live like this
I wouldn't stop until I found something beautiful
When I wake up, and all I want I have,
You know it's still not what i need something beautiful.[/color]
[color=#808080]Hey now, this is my desire
Consume me like a fire, 'cause I just want something beautiful
To touch me, I know that I'm in reach
'Cause I am down on my knees, I'm waiting for something beautiful
Oh,Oh,Oh something beautiful
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[size=85][color=#808080]WIP.[/color][/size]
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[size=85][color=#808080]WIP.[/color][/size]
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[right][size=85][color=#000080]I want you to know,
I’m leaving to let you go.
One day we’ll walk upon
Streets of gold.[/color]
[color=#404040]I don’t remember seeing fear in your eyes,
When you were fading,
The day we said our goodbyes.
It’s easy to say that there’s a reason for this,
Much harder to know,
That what we say is true.[/color]
[color=#000080]Everything we hold could someday slip away.[/color]
[color=#404040]I want you to know,
I’m leaving to let you go.
And someday we’ll walk upon
The streets of gold.[/color]
[color=#000080]Running through your veins was a slow-ticking clock,
Counting down the days,
And no one could make it stop.
All of the time that it takes to figure it out,
Could be the moments
That you can’t live without.[/color]
[color=#404040]Everything we hold could someday slip away.[/color]
[color=#000080]I want you to know,
I’m leaving to let you go.
And someday we’ll walk upon
The streets of gold.[/color][/size][/right][center][size=200][color=#000080]α[/color][color=#404040]η[/color][color=#000080]∂[/color][color=#404040]я[/color][color=#000080]є[/color][color=#404040]ω[/color][/size][color=#000080]●[/color]
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[size=85][color=#404040]WIP.[/color][/size]
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[size=85][color=#404040]WIP.[/color][/size]
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