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Name: Boudicia or Cia (pronounced see-ah)
Age: 19
Kingdom: Dumnonia (and my sister and I shall rule when we turn 21)
Description: Reddish-blond hair and dark green eyes. I have pale skin but I love spending time outside.
Powers:
1. Immortality.
2. Water
3. Telepathy/Mind Control
4. Earth
5. Magic (you know, witchcraft)
6. A Bunch of Others You'll Find Out Later!
Brief Biography: I was born in Dumnonia, along with my sister. We were raised there, but we have been sent to Earth in order to learn how to blend in. When I turn twenty-one (as I am eldest) we will return from Earth back to Dumnonia and will rule jointly until she marries a prince and rules her own land.
Good or Evil? Good mostly, but I have my naughty moments.
Pic:

Yay, open!

I smiled at Alli. "Well, this Earth seems normal enough," I commented. "The grass is still green, the sky still blue--though it's lost that orange-ish tint--and the people still have peach-colored skin." I smiled, delighted. "I doubt this place will be much different--though the Earthlings only use ten percent of their brain, and we use--hmm, maybe ninety percent more than that?" I teased. "More like about fifty percent of our brains is used--but still, much more than them. Gods, Allison, I feel so--free!"

"Look on the bright side!" I chided. "This looks like a wonderful world. This is strange, usually we're both so pessimistic, yet here I feel just so...I don't know, optimistic? And it's the ending of summertime? How are you cold?" I giggled. "And how do you not know why we're here? You were standing right there when Father told us. Off to dreamland, huh, Alli?" I grinned. "I have a feeling we're going to like it here...just a feeling... Oh, look, I know what'll make you happy! It looks like a marketplace!" I pointed to the large building and read the title: "It says it's called Haywen Mall. And I bet it's got central heating," I teased mischievously.

"He's a human!" I chided. "Daddy said--right IN FRONT OF YOU--that we shouldn't get romantically involved with humans unless we planned on being disinherited. Come on, if we're going to learn from this experience, let's not do this--um--'checking guys out'." The phrase felt unfamiliar on my tongue, yet I had heard her say it so many times that it sounded right enough. "Look, if you want to go in there, let's go for central heating and a 'food court'--" I pointed to the sign that claimed thus "--and not for cute boys." I pulled myself out of her tight grip. She'd left fingernail marks on my arm! ((Wonder where that experience comes from, huh, Coral? LOL, remember the time you couldn't feel your arm for two days!)) "Ow, Alli! That hurt! You stay here while we figure out what to do next!" I planted my hand firmly on her shoulder. "Down, dog. Stay." We'd had many kitchen dogs. I had trained them sufficiently enough, and her brain ought to have had the same amount of intelligence. LOL. ((Making fun of Alli here...))

((Does you like my retro-writer look? Sweaters and all!))

"Does the turtledove sing for its lost love, even when it loses its voice?" I quipped in retort, and followed her. I was surprised to find that my Renaissance-like white gown and my golden circlet were gone--the golden threads woven into my hair were gone--the golden and silver armbands were gone. Instead, I wore a pink tank top (ARGH, I hated pink, and Daddy knew it), blue jeans, blue high heels that were way too high, a pink headband that kept my hair in check while still sufficiently causing me a terrible headache, and a silver watch.
Well, I looked pretty enough for mortal tastes, but I knew that if any courtier women saw me now...oh, the laughs they would have. I would laugh if I saw anyone dressed as I was. I scowled and trudged on, not noticing the eyes of boys that were following Allison and myself.

"He would," I grumbled, "knowing him, he did it on purpose. One minute, will you?" I asked, and ducked into the first ladies' room that I saw. I slammed the stall shut, whispered the incantation to myself, and left the bathroom, now wearing a black turtleneck, a sparkly white beret, a dark navy blue skirt, black tights, and comfortably tacky-looking black shoes. I clutched a book to my chest. There, I was the perfect geek now. Besides, even though I looked terrible, I felt fine, and I didn't care what these humans thought about me. "I'm better now," I announced. "Would you like to change as well?"

http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2774/4262298513_5aa8a57fae_o.jpg
((See for her outfit!))

"Human," I replied, laughing. "You look...human. Pretty, I suppose, in a gothic way--but then, that's the best kind, isn't it? Come on, Allison, let's go find something to do. We need to start...what was it that Daddy said?...blending in."