Post by Amelya Varrus on Nov 28, 2010 3:06:20 GMT -5
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Lynch,
Evanna[/center][/size][/color]theme song[/color]:;[/b][/size]
A Drowning
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Amelya is short small and paralyzed from the waist down, she has a sickly beauty about her, as if she's not quite well in body or mind. Her blonde hair extends to her waist and her eyes are heavily shadowed even without her makeup. Pale skin and simple garb her voice is that of a chime, it lingers clear and sharp in the air for a time after it is made heard.
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Varrus, Amelya Ren
[/color][/center]age[/color]:;[/b][/size]
sweet 19
gender[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Female
race[/color]:;[/b][/size]
born a, Draconian
should we put bricks on your head?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
AMELYA is, 5"3 tall.
no place like home[/color]:;[/b][/size]
British Columbia, Canada
getting lucky with ~someone~[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Heterosexual
babies coming?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
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Draconic Communication
weapon(s)[/color]:;[/b][/size]
An extravagant ceremonial silver dagger.
whatcha~wearin?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Simple long blue or white dresses, often doesn't bother to wear shoes
transportation[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Wheelchair,Dragon
anything.else.you'd.like.to.share?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
A modest inheritance when she turned 18, greatly diminished by her living 'til that point.
A simple back pack emptied, enough room to allow a small creature to hide away.
A simple back pack emptied, enough room to allow a small creature to hide away.
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disposition to the law[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Neutral
alignment[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Evil
likes[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Nightmares and memorable dreams
,Strawberries
,Flying, as well as simply being with Illyan
,Tragedies
,Silence
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Chocolate
,Water
,Sound
phobias[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Thunderstorms
obsessions[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Counting the seconds of silence.
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Birthed proper and healthy to Alicia and Jeremy Varrus, Amelya grew quickly and happily into a wide eyes beautiful girl. In her childhood she often dealt with envy of her lengthy silk blonde hair, once having it cut in class by a tyrant in class.
She was 12 when she and her loving parents enjoyed a cruise during their vacation, clear skies had erupted suddenly into black torrents and epileptic flashes.
Amelya was struck by lightning, her body fell limp to the deck then to the wild waters beneath.
The cacophony of tides and thunder was silenced by an overwhelming pressure, the waters silencing everything, a numbness waving over her before everything became black.
Amelya awoke after several days, huddled up to a large fire, unable to stand, at further effort she realized, unable to move her legs at all. At first the most intense fright dawned on her, a weight greater then the death she'd carried with her before. A grand Black and white dragon with endless blue eyes stared patiently at her from it's resting place sprawled across the beach.
It had heard her cries, those not even Amelya herself had heard.
Now she heard his voice.
The next several years were spent hopping between homes, her grandparents, a myriad of different foster cares.
Those from before were gone, split cleanly from her existence, but if they had been here, it would be they who would see the change that had stirred within the girl.
Her hair thinner, her eyes darker, her heart absent, stolen away by the mighty dragon that cradled her broken body back to shore.
Lost in his eyes.
She was 12 when she and her loving parents enjoyed a cruise during their vacation, clear skies had erupted suddenly into black torrents and epileptic flashes.
Amelya was struck by lightning, her body fell limp to the deck then to the wild waters beneath.
The cacophony of tides and thunder was silenced by an overwhelming pressure, the waters silencing everything, a numbness waving over her before everything became black.
Amelya awoke after several days, huddled up to a large fire, unable to stand, at further effort she realized, unable to move her legs at all. At first the most intense fright dawned on her, a weight greater then the death she'd carried with her before. A grand Black and white dragon with endless blue eyes stared patiently at her from it's resting place sprawled across the beach.
It had heard her cries, those not even Amelya herself had heard.
Now she heard his voice.
The next several years were spent hopping between homes, her grandparents, a myriad of different foster cares.
Those from before were gone, split cleanly from her existence, but if they had been here, it would be they who would see the change that had stirred within the girl.
Her hair thinner, her eyes darker, her heart absent, stolen away by the mighty dragon that cradled her broken body back to shore.
Lost in his eyes.
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Amelya can't fight, she carries the dagger more as metal assurance.
Her hearing since she awoke wasn't quite the same, clearer, sharper, more grating, noise was all the more apparent for her dislike of it.