Post by yves castellanos on Aug 16, 2014 21:54:36 GMT
yves castellanos age: 17 screenname: ultramarine gender: female group: second year species: teams/clubs: newspaper club, art club, science olympiad club, muay thai club astrology sign: virgo birthdate: august twenty ninth • observant • knowledgeable • artistic • calm • good thinker • odd miscellaneous: born in the oregon-washington forests, 67 years ago. her father was a man and her mother was a faerie. "terrible mistake," she scolded herself. and once the child was born, she left.• phony • traditionally uneducated • ashamed • mischievous yves was a normal girl until 16. running, swimming, dancing, playing. no school, no friends besides her father- barely even human contact, besides dad. he was a good man. once a week he'd haul some lumber into the town miles and miles away; sell it, and return with food and clothes and water and anything else they needed. he always brought her a treat, some taffy or a chocolate bar. he brought her back a porcelain doll once. she was beautiful and intricate- wings sprouted from her back, her eyes were peacock green. who needs friends when you can pretend, her father always said. at 16, her wings started to grow, just like the doll's. her father said she was a late bloomer. what was that supposed to mean? her wings were eventually fully grown and half translucent. they would bring her up to the sky and trees and she would chat with the squirrels all day, growing them acorns to eat and fashioning them little houses of wood. it wasn't on any particular day that they heard the shotguns for the first time. hunters, dad told her. they stayed for about an hour and then went back to town, dragging dead animals along with them. why would they kill the animals? they didn't do anything wrong. it was a sunday. father tried to protect her, but they had seen her- they had seen her flying. they dragged her into town. sliced her wings clean off. no one saved her. "fuckin freak." was the last thing she heard over her own wails. why would they kill the moose and the sparrows and the coons and the faerie? did i do something wrong? ooc name: bangarang [b]nobari no ou[/b] - shijima, [i]yves castellanos[/i] |
