Skye Angeni

[Skye Angeni]

Skye Meda Angeni.


I DON'T WANNA SEE LIKE YOU.
& I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE YOU.

name Skye Meda Angeni
nicknames Skye, her brothers would call her Skya (Kaya means little sister)
gender girl
playby Shay Mitchell
age 20 years old, April 10th birthday
year N/A
wand N/A

& I WANNA BE FREE.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.

physical description Tall (5'9") lean/strong, and tan (because of her ethnicity and constantly being outdoors). She has longish (past her shoulders but not crazy long) dark brown hair that has a slight wave to it and is very thick. Brown eyes, warm and inviting.
appearance She's very athletic and likes being comfortable. She comes from modest means and while she doesn't dislike fashion, she isn't aware of trends and doesn't care too much about clothing. She wears comfortable jeans (not tight but they fit, no belt needed) with a solid tank top most every day. She likes to layer for practicality’s sake and her favorite piece is a large, oversized off-the-shoulder sweater. She's usually wearing sneakers or hiking boots depending on the activity.

I DON'T WANNA THINK LIKE YOU.
& I DON'T WANNA STINK LIKE YOU.

likes hiking, being outdoors, boxing/MMA, dark orange and red (the color, like a sunset), traveling, swimming, thunderstorms, drum music, mandarin oranges, heights, likes the smell of burning wood (like a bbq, not a forest fire lol)

dislikes Small spaces, sleeping (wasteful), nightmares, the cold/being cold, condescending people, feeling trapped (not just small spaces but in situations, always needs options or a way out)

strengths very physically fit (boxing/MMA), very good at tracking, moves quietly-stealth, prophetic dreams, spirit animal (Eagle-can see through his eyes when she's dreaming, as if she is flying), not afraid of a challenge, (has abilities that she hasn't been taught how to control and is unaware of-shapeshifting, soul healing-they will not manifest until taught)

weaknesses seriously claustrophobic, doesn't trust others, authority issues (takes a while for you to earn her respect), no real home or sense of belonging (issues of abandonment), completely incapable of dancing (unless she is in a trance performing something ritualistic which won't happen in present but has occurred in her past)

personality  Impulsive, stubborn, determined, loyal, resourceful, bad/uncontrollable temper, curious-wants to learn, escapist mentality (when something goes wrong she runs), impatient, spontaneous, headstrong, adventurous, daredevil, adrenaline junkie, active, energetic, introverted (not shy), judgmental, decisive, unpredictable, sometimes irrational, thinks outside the box (no functional fixedness), passionate/fiery

& I JUST WANNA BE ME.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.

parents Their home catches fire when she's a child, her brothers are camping with their uncle, she survives, her parents do not. She and her brothers are raised by their elderly grandmother, her brothers help raise her.

siblings 4 older brothers, they all die in some sort of tragedy prior to her coming to Austria (haven't figured out exactly how they die)
birthplace/hometown Taos, New Mexico
ethnicity Native American (Pueblo). Speaks English, Spanish, and a tribal dialect (Tiwa) with family members only
blood Native American Shaman-no links to European magic, pureblooded or otherwise

BREAK IT DOWN, BREAK IT DOWN.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.

name Haley
age 21
experience First time
password ADMIN EDIT
anything else? Don’t judge me too harshly, here we go…
sample

Her breathing is heavy and her muscles ache, but she can’t stop smiling. The callouses on her hands are rough, but she like them that way, it makes it easier to climb. And besides, soft hands are for the weak. She turns her head, trying to look up and gauge how far ahead they are, but she’s only met with blinding white light. She quickly clamps her eyes shut, tightening her grip on the rocky surface, and for a moment she just rests there, suspended along the cliff face, eyes closed, head thrown back, enjoying the feel of the sun beating down on her face. Ahhh, the first real breath of spring. Squinting she peers around at the cliff she was climbing. Daring to look down for just a moment she is filled with a surge of adrenaline and grins even wider. She can hear them above her, their voices drifting down, the familiar low growling notes of her brothers. All four of them had practically run up the side of the waterfall, not bothering to enjoy the climb in their race to the top. With a huff she propels herself forward, gripping the rockface tightly and pushing up with her legs. Her muscles are strong and slender, all the years of being chased by her brothers and climbing trees has turned her into a powerful woman, stronger than she knows. Climbing faster now her breathing evens out as she achieves a comfortable rhythm. Finally she reaches the summit and is quickly hoisted into the air, the joy of accomplishing the climb stolen from her as the youngest of her four brother lifts her the last few feet. With a frown she shoves him hard, but can’t stay mad for too long as she takes in the view. All around her she can see nothing but sky, a brilliant bright white blue shining down at her from all sides. Below she can hear the rumble of the water. She breathes in deeply and smiles, glancing over to where the twins are wrestling playfully, each trying to push the other into the water below. Ignoring the ruckus and ducking around her youngest brother, she sprints across the short plateau. Just as she reaches the edge she can hear her eldest brother call out her name, but it’s too late. Jumping off the cliff with such force that she is propelled high into the air, and for just a split second she feels like she’s flying before gravity takes hold. She throws her head back, arms outstretched and shrieks loudly as the wind whips her hair around her. She loves showing up her brothers by being the first to jump. They may have reached the summit first, a fact they would no doubt have chided her for, but she was the first to jump, and they’ll remember that before saying anything. Freefalling, she contorts her body midair and prepares to dive, keeping her eyes open until the last possible moment.

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