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 Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 2:27 pm
Kelsii Andrews
"The Energy"
×} Female.
×} Straight.
×} Sixteen.
Leenalee Dunlap
"The Robot"
×} Female.
×} Straight.
×} Seventeen.
Skylar Cerres
"The Angel"
×} Female.
×} Straight.
×} Seventeen.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 11:24 am
 KelsiiMaeAndrews  【 Cute underwear, bras, skirts, && bows】// Supergirl!.
【 I'm almost legal!】// Not-so-sweet sixteen.
【 Ohbaby, ohbaby】// The manly men.
【 Not quite Goldilocks】// A depressing gray.
【 Gateways to the world】// The sky is blue.
【 The walls in my room are】// Pink.
【 My creator】// Pickles!.
 【 Background check】//
Kelsii's not exactly what you'd call "rich".
Daddy was a lawyer. A pretty damn good one, at that. He became completely independant during law school, and somehow he ended up finishing on the top of his class. Mr. Big Man On Campus was hired almost instantly at a top law firm, which is when the income began to rake in. Kelsii was born to recognize what she refers to as the "golden years", when her father still had oodles of cash to spend upon whatever she wanted- a bike, a new doll, a pony, whatever. That was before daddy crashed and began to spend all of his money on booze and whatever else would destroy his mind. Needless to say, he wasn't a good lawyer anymore, hence the money was gone.
Kelsii's mama? She wasn't filthy rich, or dirt poor. She was a middle-class citizen, at the fancy-pants law school on scholarship. Law school seemed to distinguish her talent for the profession, but when she graduated, she wasn't invited into the best firm with open arms like her significant other. And she settled for a more average workplace- much like the rest of her life, it wasn't amazing. But it wasn't bad either. She was happy in her work environment, her co-workers adored her, and she was completely at home. There wasn't anything she'd tried to change, so even when offered an invite to the top firm, she denied it.
The grandparents on her father's side could probably both fill olympic-sized pools with hundred dollar bills, and still have atleast a couple million in their savings account. Kelsii loved visting Grandma Marie and Grandpa Chester. Their house was like a palace, where she was free to wander and had people tending to her every desire with by simply ringing a bell. Well, Grandma and Grandpa were rarely there, so it's fair to say she was shallow at a young age. But it wasn't her fault they had an addiction to one of their houses in the tropics. Kelsii remembers her father explaining to her the money was "inherited", from her great-great-great grandparents. It's passed down like some sort of family jewel or something.
Her mother's side wasn't doing badly, either. Great Papa worked hard for a living, to reward his lovely wife. Money, he felt, was the only way to prove his affection. And he was deeply in love with her. He was a cafe owner, she was a housewife. A more dynamic duo has probably never exsisted. But the serenity couldn't last forever, eventually the shop was destroyed in what the police say was areson, forcing her Grandmother to work again as well. Her mother eventually got a job to stablize the family.
【 Au Natural】//
__________» "Frankly, you're an a*****e."
Kelsii is dangerously blunt. She mouthes off constantly when she's with her friends, and occasionally, it leaks into her everyday life. It's the reason she occasionally tells her teachers exactly how unfair they are, in more select terms. While scoldings come with the territory, she's never had a concequince so extreme that it's put her in actual danger. Her bluntness can make her appear like a complete b***h, but she's ignorant to it, and continues to believe that people close to her think she's the nicest she could possibly be. She gets blunt only under certain circumstances.
1.) When she's tired.
2.) When she's dissapointed.
3.) When she's trying to hide something.
4.) When she's cranky.
5.) When she disagrees.
Otherwise, you're safe from some sharp comment about any flaws you may be displaying.
__________» "Oh, no! Please,you can use my pencil."
All of her friends think she's bipolar. First she's unneccesarily frank, next she wants to pay for your lunch. Kelsii, if not in one of the numerous conditions listed above, is incredibly kind. She'll go out of her way to help somebody or something. Anything, really. She's the kind that still believes her stuffed animals (yes, she's got many) have feelings despite her supposed "maturity". It's a natural defense to ward off responses to her bluntness- a way to make up for her jerkhood. It doesn't always work, but 7/10 times she can avoid a menacing stares with a rushed favor. It'd give off the impression she plans when she's sweet and when she's sour, although in reality it revolves around her mood. This could either be a good or bad thing, thanks to the "bipolar" label. While not actually having the condition, she does switch moods quickly, and is easily upset. Her sugar-coated personality is mostly used when she's not with her friends, like when she's at school or working.
__________» "Heehee, you weren't expecting that, were you?"
Angel or demon, Kelsii is nearly always unpredictable. Or else, she's so predictable, she's unpredictable. It's one of her top dislikes, when people can finish her sentences. Her actions are the exception to her love for spontanity, unless she's feeling particularly improv that day. Any situation you can put her in, give her ten seconds to figure out a move, and guranteed it won't be as planned. It's also one of the reasons the gang was so hesitant to involve her in their bigger-erm-schemes. It's lucky she's obidient when given direct orders, since otherwise she'd probably attempt to play off of it. Which may have a dangerous outcome.
__________» "You do this, you do this... and I'll do this."
She's a team player. Being singled out for anything, good or bad, is something she loathes. Kelsii thinks the recognition should be spread throughout the executor and the people who supported (the executor). It's probably not the most healthy prefrence, considering the situation at hand and the daily trials. She likes things to be fair and even, and works far better with people than she ever could alone. While she may be blunt, occasionally accusing, and not exactly the most trusting person alive, but she hates the pressure of going solo. This "team player" translates into relationships as well.
__________» "Don't say that, you're making me blush."
Kelsii loves compliments, but that doesn't mean they don't make her blush. It's not she's prude, but doesn't have the highest self-esteem ever either. She wishes she were someone else often. It makes her entire independant pledge all the more difficult, since she wants to look for comfort in other people. Rarely revealing her weak side to anybody, it's a little known fact, so every insult somebody throws at her is taken to heart. She would share, but she's afraid she'll be voted the weakest link, and become quarintined from the inner plots of the group. This soft spot also fuels her closet romantic-self, which everyone has yet to see, besides her subtle attemps to admit to him.
【 Feeling shallow?】//
Kelsii mostly takes after her mother when it comes to looks. Although she has her father's hair, and eye colour. Otherwise, she's the v2. She has a simular face- rounded, with high cheek bones and a jaw that gets lost in all of the lack of angles. Even her nose is circular, and button-like. Her neck is the most elegant part of her body, shoulders up, and it resembles her grandma's in the sense it somehow makes her apperance mature, despite everything that seems childish on her facial features.
She isn't exactly a fan of her ash-coloured hair. The fact it shines a lighter gray, almost resemblent to white, doesn't subtract from her dissapointment. Kelsii is taunted constantly because of the gray, including names like, 'whitey' (although her hair isn't really white) and 'granny'. She's tried dying it, but discovers she looks nearly insane in anything besides her natural color. The dyes have darkened the pigments slightly, so it's not as blaringly out-of-place, although the colour is still vastly unique. Even in such a large city, she's never managed to find somebody under the age of twenty seven that shares her hair.
Her eyes are her favorite feature. They're a deep, almost abnormal coloured blue, and she does everything she can to offset the most pure azure hue that lurks on the very edge of her iris. She has found they can also easily display a large range of emotions, from completely pissed off to innocent angel. Her vision is, and always has been, sketchy however- so it's hard to trust her when it comes to things involving hand-eye coordination and accuracy. There are times when she wears contacts, but it's not much of a disguise. Her hair usually gives her away in the end.
Kelsii has a love/hate relationship with her height. Being tall felt like a crime back in the old days, and then all of the boys began to shoot up past her. Then everything was alright. Being leggy does have disadvantages- she never could master the elegance and modelesque state of mind required for looking perfect for your height. So it ended up making her gawky. If attracting attention to her awkward being wasn't enough, her curves are even worse. She does her best to make her figure absolutely ideal, since you never know who's watching, but always ended up on the curvy side. She doesn't take pride in being anything but stick-thin, but her relationship with food prevents that. Despite, she isn't searching for immediate approval from anybody.
This relationship crosses over into her wardrobe as well. She doesn't usually like flaunting what curves she has, but when she does, it's something to behold. Otherwise, she enjoys looking cute in more modest clothing. Unless she's alone- then rules abolished, she wears whatever is first in her hand, and clean. Usually, if she's trying, her look is very put-together and mature-almost the opposite of her personality.
【 Stressing the details】//
__________» I'll say please?"
First and foremost, Kelsii couldn't live without her journal. Sentimental as it sounds, it's the only object (even though it's inatimate) that has instant-feel-better capabilities. Give her an hour, a pen, and some privacy and the outcome resembles a therepy session. Then of course, there are her stuffed animals. Although people try to evict them from her bedroom, she always finds some way to play heroine. Her addiction to green tea is almost unhealthy. She almost always has some with her at any given time, at school-at work-and at home. If there isn't any, she'll stop whatever she's doing and buy some. Really, a girl has to have some priorities. She secretly stashes sappy romance novels under her bed, hidden from accusing eyes, and reads whenever she can. Kelsii can probably recite Gone With the Wind backwards, if you ask her. And replacing a real, solid social life is her laptop. It was a present from Grandma Marie when she was fourteen, and she always finds some way to occupy herself. Her most prized possesion, however, isn't electronic. You can't write on it either. It's her father's old, old, old, old, old switchblade- given to her in the name of self defense after they took residence in the new neighborhood. It wasn't a gift, actually, but it was her father's, and she treasures it more than anything she owns.
__________» Get it away from me
Spiders. Are. Gross. She can't stand spiders- not even pictures. If you're looking for a weak spot, it has been found. Being alone is more of a fear than a dislike, but it's such an intense fear, it's worthy of being mentioned. Kelsii loves her companions like her family- well, they are her family. Which is why she's so against violence, although she's not afraid of a good fight. It's the stuff with guns that really makes her skin crawl- she doesn't know why. Besides that, she hasn't got many fears to list. After what has happened, she's become fairly thick-skinned, and can't honestly say she hates many things.
【 Once upon a time】//
I'll try and keep it short: Kelsii's father grew up in one of the most exclusive neighborhoods in the area. Even at a young age, he had become the poster child for everything under the defenition of "good". He always had it good- no exceptions. His parents were rolling in money, he was athletic, social, and good-looking. Needless to say, this morphed him into the big guy at school- you know the one. Every girl wants to date him, all the guys wanna be him, all the teachers are in love with him (some more literally than others.) Senior year was the golden year, he was accepted into his first choice college. He bought a house near campus, and continued to be Mr. Popular at school- A frat boy, on the football team, in the chorus, straight A+ student. Completely untouchable, until he met mom.
Her mother wasn't anything like what you'd imagine as her father's type. She grew up fourtunate for the situation. Her father hadn't ever gone to college and her mother wasn't the working type, barely finishing school. They were both lost for finances, both sets of parents refused to fund the pair. Luckily, Kelsii's grandfather was an outstanding cook. On a loan, they opened a cafe, and it ended up to be successful. After they were secure in the money, they agreed they wanted children. So Kelsii's mother and her aunt were birthed. Her mother was fourtunate enough to be put through college- since by the time her aunt was old enough, the cafe had already been burned down. The neighborhood the family lived in wasn't one of the upperclass, so it was subjected to some sort of harassment throughout it's running. Unluckily, it had to be a case of areson. Her mother was already secure in college, about to graduate and get a job. She helped out with the money best she could, but she wasn't incredibly wealthy either. It was purely chance this was around the time she met Kelsii's father.
Their meeting was a concidence. She cleaned the house next door to his, and he lost his key. He had given his neighbors a key, and praying they were home, he knocked on the door. Her mother answered, and replied simply she had no idea what he was talking about. He'd have to wait for the house owners to arrive home- it was raining- so he requested he stay and wait. She didn't mind, as long as he didn't interrupt her cleaning. They hit it off in the next two hours.
The wedding was large, ornate, and exsquisite. Everybody important was there, she looked beautiful, he looked handsome, the vows were tearjerking, etc. We'll sum up the next couple of years before Kelsii's birth quickly.
Mom and dad have good jobs. Mom's dad dies. Mom goes into depression. Dad doesn't understand. Mom and dad fight. Mom and dad dislike eachother. Mom and dad are going to get a divorce. Mom finds out she's pregnant. Dad becomes a drunk. Dad beats mom in all of his alchoholic glory. Mom is weakened by the beatings. And then, Kelsii arrives.
She hasn't ever met her mother, and will never get to. The birth was to overwhelming for the already battered woman, and she couldn't take it. Kelsii was only a few monthes old when the funeral was held- much to young to comprehend any of the events. She didn't even understand why there was water coming out of everybody's eyes.
As she grew older, so did her understanding. She understood what the funeral was, where her mom was, and why daddy was always so cranky. Soon, it was ruled he wasn't liable to have custody, so she was given to her aunt. Her aunt wasn't rich, either. If she was breathing, she was working. It was a rarity to see her at home, but when she was home, Kelsii adored her. Her aunt, Chloe, was hilarious, loving, kind, and thought of her as a daughter. They were more like best friends than guardian and child. Between schoolwork and cleaning, Kelsii didn't have time for anybody else. That was about when she discovered her strange quirk.
Although the quirk wasn't much good for fighting, she instantly enrolled herself in Copyrighted Powers in attempt to somehow figure out to use it to help the good of the world.
【 It'll be our little secret】//
Her largest fear is somebody will eventually discover her weak side. While she wants them all to think she's tough as nails so they won't desert her like her family did, she also has urges to lash out and burst into tears.
This is significant. Kelsii likes to compare herself to a princess who's fallen from her throne. She got the idea from one of those romance novels, but the comparison keeps her mind occupied while she finds a title for her surroundings.
【 Umhm, WATCH, this.】//
__________» "I understand better than you think."
Kelsii has a unique ability. It's nothing she can use to fight, that's why she carries a weapon of sorts, but if she can access a bendable piece of unknown matter- which generally takes the form of a small ball of light. Temporarily, it can be bended into any mass or force at will. It's a direct avatar of her energy, therefore, if harmed, can cause unthinkable damages to Kelsii herself. That's why it's useful the material is invisible to anyone but herself.
【 Now with background music】//
Supergirl - Krystal Harris
Mercy - Duffy
Chemistry of a Car Crash - Shiny Toy Guns
Chasing Pavements - ADELE
Daisy - The Maine
I Won't Say I'm In Love - Hercules <3
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 2:35 pm
❝oн ιғ ι oиlץ нαם тнe нeαят...❞
( cнecк мץ ғιℓes ) ♥ ♥ } - - - my title ; Leenalee.
♥ } - - - on my good side ; Lee, Leena.
♥ } - - - last i checked ; female.
♥ } - - - racist much? ; 1oo% human?
♥ } - - - candles on the cake ; seventeen.
♥ } - - - why don't you come a little closer? ; princes.
( cнecк мץ мιяяoя ) ♥ ♥ } - - - eyes ; pending..
♥ } - - - hair ; long..
♥ } - - - a closer look ;
} dance.
} pigtails.
♥ } - - - body ; 5'9''/slender/C/size 8
( cнecк мץ нeαят ) ♥ ♥ } - - - what i'm like ; Meet elusive, in the flesh. She prefers to be undefinable, to be free to change without question. Her personality is as interchangeable as her mood- and she's a fairly moody girl. Or anyway, that's what she likes to think. In reality? Aloof, inquisitive, determined. She doesn't want to ignore her surroundings, but when one has will to mold them, it's difficult to settle for reality. Therefore, she always seems ignorant, although somehow managing to carry open-mindedness into everything she does. (Or tries to do.) She also has a passion for knowledge, and although her studies aren't always her main priority, she comprehends better than most people her age. A long-term memory adds to that strength, so she can easily obtain massive amounts of information in short periods of time. Determined. She likes to fight for what she thinks is righteous, and that's not always what's right. It's gained her some enemies and lost her some friends, but her strong viewpoints aren't swayed without legit backup and lots of arguing.
Klutzy? No. Graceful as graceful can be, actually. She prefers to adorn herself in clothing she "creates", which is usually lavish and makes her look like wealthy and sometimes stiff. But if you watch her for even five minutes, you'll discover she's curious and adventurous- and although she dresses like a snob, doesn't act like one. Being the sweetheart she is, it's easy to see why many people have taken advantage of her simply because of what she can do- but she forgives easily.
♥ } - - - once upon a midnight's dreary ; Born in an orphanage, she was raised first around kids much more rowdy then her. Even at a young age, she displayed a need to crave her adventurous side- crawling regularly out of the playpen and having little quests, be it to retrieve a rattle or to find out what was cooking in the kitchen. She was the first to learn to read, the first to learn addition, etc. It raised jealousy amongst the tykes and eventually, she was confronted.
Lack of self defense skills gave her a black eye, three nasty bruises, and a scar across her abdomen. Her comprehending skills, outstanding as they were, didn't quite get why something like this would happen. She had never been mean to the other kids before, what had changed? Had she said something? Was it because she'd gotten a teddy bear for Christmas? For months afterward, she stopped raising her hand. She gave up what of her meals she could- including her desert. She stayed secluded during playtime, and was extra careful about where she put what possessions she had left. The effort wasn't enough. All the other kids had formed a hardened shell- and she refused to become careless to the problems of the world. So, she continued to be battered, beaten, and generally hurt. Cruel words and undeserved hits took a toll on both her mental and physical health, until eventually she fell sick. Deadly sick.
It wasn't a sob story, she didn't complain. Neither did anybody else. The owners of the place requested health care, but were far too cheap to go through with any sort of treatment, which is when Dr. Dunlap entered.
He was marked a crazy man in many eyes, but was no doubt a genius. Nobody would listen to his solutions to the common sicknesses, but the owners decided to give it a shot. What was the worst that could happen, besides what was fated to otherwise?
And so, she underwent surgery. When she woke up, there was a new kind of pain. An unfamiliar, unreal one. Dr. Dunlap seemed enthralled with himself, and gave her a gift when she was able enough to hear and understand. It was a controller- a funny looking one, like the ones used in video games, except smaller. Holding it made her feel little sparks at her fingertips, touching it made everything different. Unearthly. She could turn the sky pink, people could become talking hippos, she herself could become somebody else. That was the only effect anybody could see- when she morphed herself. Dr. Dunlap adopted her, eventually explaining that the controller was her lifeline. That if she lost it for too long, that it was comparable a suicide attempt. The small device enabled her to these powers, of which weren't limited. Her life was like a video game- and she was gradually learning the cheats.
She found she could control people. Not for long, but for long enough. She could turn herself into things unimaginable- figures that could expel fire from their hands to just changing her hair color. One day, she learned there was an Academy that could teach her how to control this strange new power- and Dr. Dunlap immediately enrolled her. The rest is history.
( cнecк мy deтαιℓs ) ♥ ♥ } - - - materials ; headphones.
♥ } - - - necessities ; controller.
♥ } - - - monkey see, monkey do ; Ability to manipulate terrain, which only she can see. Ability to manipulate objects, universally viewed. Ability to manipulate self, universally viewed.
♥ } - - - love ; Hm?
♥ } - - - hate ; Good luck.
♥ } - - - like ; :]
♥ } - - - playlist ; crawling in the dark - hoobastank
technology - daft punk
believe me, i'm lying - F.T.S.K
if i only had the heart - the maine
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2008 4:48 pm
♬xxxxxxxxxxтнιsscαяιsαƒℓєcкoимyρoяcєℓαιиsкιи I ain't gonna make [ the same ] mistakes.xxxxxxxWE`RE NOT GIVING UP QUITE YET. { && doи`т ƒoяgєт ιт }xxxxxSKYLAR CERRES{ && do мє α ƒαvoя }xxxxxSKY, CERRES (see-rees){ ιƒ you cαи`т тεll }xxxxxFAIRER OF THE SEXES.{ ωнαт`s мy αge αgαιи }xxxxxSEVENTEEN.{ ι ωoи`т нυят `yα }xxxxxfallen angel HALO;VOID { dαяк oя lιgнт ? }xxxxxUNARGUABLY LIGHT{ cнαsтιтy ιи тнє ƒlєsн }xxxxxBeing reprimanded from Heaven doesn't make her any less of an angel. She wasn't kicked out for her attitude, after all. Skylar will always be warm-hearted and eager to help whomever may require her assistance. Although she was spared nearly all the powers of generosity usually gifted to angels, she was gifted with a giant heart. If you need someone to listen to you complain? Come to Skylar. She doesn't necessarily enjoy gossip, but if you've got a serious problem you need help with, expect her to be there and not pass any cruel judgments. It's hard for her to draw conclusions that include anything mean. She tries to find the beauty in everything- external or internal. Tolerant to nearly everything, there's a microscopic list of things that make Skylar tick. Her patience is never ending. She thinks simplistically and rationally. If something isn't required to her health, then she probably won't accept it. She's still just learning and trying to adjust to human luxuries, and therefore doesn't quite yet understand all of the this' and that's of life on Earth.
Alas, even angels have flaws. Skylar gets lonely easily. She's easy to take advantage of, since she forgives so willingly. She's not exactly shy meeting new people, and likes to give consent where it's not needed. Sensitive? Given. Talking about why she was banished from Heaven is painful for her, and it's not hard to make her cry. These are all quirks in her being, but her personality is the most beautiful part of her.
{ ωнαт α тαиglєd ωєв ωє ωєαvє }xxxxxTalking about her history is around the top of Skylar's least favorite things to do. She usually likes telling stories about her glory days in the sky, but discussing how she came here? Not so much. After you get past the tears and the "no I won't share"s, it goes like this;xxSkylar was just like any other angel her age upon being born. Hair colored like a blooming goldenrod, shining almost painfully when exposed to light. Her eyes, blue as the sky that surrounded the entire area. And, itty bitty angel wings sprouting from her back. Her parents took great pride in their newborn- she was untouchable in their care. Her mother didn't do so much as let her escape from the house besides for her daily schoolings- not to play with other children, and not to exercise her wings. She stayed confined to her house and an occasional trip to the yard, for the benefit of fresh air. A caged childhood was typical of the Cerres family. The method had served them well thus far- Skylar's older brother, Archer, who progressed to become incredibly successful. The reputation was quite something to live up to- since Skylar barely knew her sibling. He returned twice a month, maybe, if he wasn't too busy. And the duration of his stay varied from a few hours to a maximum of two days. She needed more attention then was given to her, and while at first her brother made a great companion, she realized he was stealing her thunder. That was what was so distracting to her parents.
xxAnd so, the plotting began. Her thirst for change was so intense, not even the craziest of ideas seemed out of reach. She had so much time to formulate that it became the basis of her life; Eat, sleep, plot. But each had a glitch. There was always something that made it fault. Eventually, Skylar decided that maybe plotting wasn't going to do her any good. She was around fifteen at the time. It took every single piece of courage she had, and then some, to sneak out the balcony window that night and down onto the soft ground, laying foot on a ground she'd never dared touch before. The subtle movement empowered her. Skylar spent the entire night wandering around the city that she'd never even seen before, hoping to find inspiration. She found something else: a desire to be free. As the sun arose at dawn, she rushed home, carried by her wings. They ached, even from such a small trip.
xxThe night had given her barely any ideas. The actions she could take to free herself were scarce- if she chose to sneak out, she'd be almost instantly caught. Skylar wished as hard as she could for an escape. It was the next year that destiny was literally shoved into her hands. Wandering around the city at night was one of the few escapes she'd ever gotten. She'd decided to wander into a knew, unfamiliar part of town that particular night, in attempt to be daring. It was liberating, not being recognized in the eyes of her passerbys. She was innocently taking a shortcut across a deserted park area when a figure caught the corner of her eye. Startle, she instantly struck a defensive pose, ready to defend herself. The voice that belonged to the figure assured her that he wasn't a black-hair, that he just needed help. Her compassion overwhelmed her, and eventually, she extended a hand.
xxHe explained that he was hiding a precious item from a vicious black-hair, named Casper. He didn't know how much longer he could retain his cover, that he was going to need help if this item was to stay in the hands of good. Skylar was entranced, and agreed to take the item. It was heavy and the flight home was difficult, but she felt good knowing she'd helped someone out.
xxHer brother came home the next day with urgent news. The Cloud Blade had been stolen a week ago, and it had been his personal mission to find the missing Blade. The Cloud Blade was like a crown to the head of the angel army. It was given to the highest commander, and never used. A badge of honor and respect, and now it was missing. The burglar and any accomplices were to be banished. Skylar wasn't worried- she hadn't been involved in anything like that. Not that she knew of, at least. So imagine her surprise when her curiosity took hold of her and she discovered the 'precious item' was The Cloud Blade. Her mistake? Sliding her hand over the hilt. The next day, her hair began to tint black.
xxHer parents were too ashamed to speak. Their precious daughter? A thief? Never! But the court didn't accept her story- they believed her darkened hair was a sign of her lies. That's when it hit Skylar- the man had been the thief, he had been the dark-hair, and realized he had been in over his head. She couldn't have seen his hair- it was too dark out. Infuriated, Skylar couldn't hold her tongue. Foul language didn't win her the court case. Immediately after exiting the court room, she was stripped of her halo. Her hair was turned to black, her eyes to match. A symbol was tattooed on her back, and her wings changed. She got a few last moments to spend with her family, but nobody would speak to her besides her brother.
xxHe simply apologized. She calmly bid him farewell without accepting the apology, and then was sent away. When she woke up, she was in a strange new place. Earth. Terrified, she realized she had been given a new family, who was made to believe she had always been there. That she had grown up like that. But Skylar wanted to be surrounded by other people like her- different. So she found Copyrighted Powers.
{ нαн, doи`т ρυsн ιт } xxxxxABILITY TO FLY, COMPLEX HEALING POWERS. ABILITY TO WILED A SWORD.{ иoвody`s ρєяƒєcт }xxxxxOVERLY TRUSTING, EASILY DECIEVED{ lovє нαтє lιкє }xxxxx
♥ { Love
× { Hate
♫ { Like{ αяє yoυ sтαяιиg }xxxxxFace of an angel the rain is going [ to fall ] the sun is going to shine.
xxxxxxxTHE WATER WILL KEEP RISING.
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