[hcpcisms]

dependent mumu blog for noctisfm. muses under the cut.

emily young: (tags tba)

charlie swan

ceren kemal

[venomios-deactivated20260406]

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 in perfectly polished amusement. lips pursing while her fingers skimmed over the opposite shelf to their left. nova plucked a particular hardcover book , one they had read recently and flipped it so the other could see its cover. “ try this. not a sports romance. definitely has tension , some action , fantasy - and a plot that doesn't make me want to toss it across the room. ”

[hcpcisms]

she hadn’t expected anyone to hear her — ceren was always the mouse, quiet and easy to overlook. a faint smile lingered on her lips as she accepted the book, her gaze tracing the front cover before drifting to the back. “it does sound interesting,” she murmured after a pause. “thank you — i thought i’d be stuck with some trashy novel… not that i mean to insult anyone’s work.”

[vampedward]

if only charlie knew who the real oldest person in the room was. it's funny, and edward's always had a bad habit of showing amusement at thoughts only he could hear. it's a bright twinkle in his golden eyes, a slight upturn of the lips. but, it's a bad habit for a reason. especially now. in front of charlie swan. edward abuptly shook his head. " no, sir, " he hastened to reply. it felt incomplete, like he should straighten up and salute his girlfriend's father for fear of offending him otherwise. " everything's good here. " falling back to pleasantries was the safest bet. " hope it's all good at the station. "

[hcpcisms]

his eyes stayed locked on him. what bella saw in the guy, charlie had no idea — not even after the least few years of trying to figure it out. he’d always been skeptical of edward, and he didn’t see that changing anytime soon. still, he’d play neutral, even if it rubbed him the wrong way. “that’s good,” he said, voice rough, taking a slow swig of his beer. his gaze didn’t waver. “oh, you know how it is — same old, same old.” he kept his words clipped, offering nothing more. trust wasn’t something he was willing to hand over easily.

[venomios-deactivated20260406]

𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 at her hands , quietly shifting closer. he huffed a small breath , almost a laugh as he watched the yarn slide through her skilled fingertips. it was strange how something so simple could settle the room - could settle him. his shoulders eased without him realizing it. “ you say it’s nothing and next thing i know , the couch is buried under it. ” he quipped fondly.

[hcpcisms]

her eyes drifted from her knitting to meet sam’s gaze, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. a quiet sense of ease washed over her. “i personally see no issue if this couch were covered in this,” she quipped, a playful wrinkle of her nose following soon after. “it would turn this room from a man cave into something a little more… presentable.”

[leneemusing]

for muses that are getting to know each other

❝ what's your favorite color and why? ❞

❝ can i come with you? ❞

❝ you have a nice smile, has anyone ever told you that before? ❞

❝ how do you take your coffee? ❞

❝ sorry, what was your name again? ❞

❝ it just occurred to me i never asked you what your last name is. ❞

❝ actually we've met before. ❞

❝ i've heard a few things about you. ❞

❝ care to join me? ❞

❝ i'm not really sure why i trust you. ❞

❝ i don't usually talk this much, it just feels easy to say stuff when you're listening. ❞

❝ i know we don't know each other that well but if you wanna talk about it... ❞

❝ could you help me with something? ❞

❝ do you like it here? ❞

❝ are you new around here? ❞

❝ you can ask me anything you want. i promise i'll answer truthfully except the things i feel like lying about. ❞

❝ i don't mean to be too forward, you just seem like you could use a friend right now. ❞

❝ you can come with me. i mean if you don't have anyone waiting for you. ❞

❝ we're friends now. you can ask me for help. ❞

❝ do you like this music? i can change it. ❞

❝ what are your favorite snacks? ❞

❝ really? i wouldn't have guessed that about you. ❞

❝ do you mind if i ask about it? ❞

ACTIONS:

VISIT: for sender to go to receiver's home for the first time

VISITED: for receiver to go to sender's home for the first time

CRYING: for sender to see receiver cry for the first time

CRIED: for receiver to see sender cry for the first time

BEGIN: sender and receiver are on their first date together

TRIP: our muses go on a group trip but end up stuck together, away from the rest of their friends.

SITUATION: our muses are acquainted because one of them is their friend's roommate. muse a shows up when their friend isn't there and ends up hanging out with muse b one on one.

GO: our muses go to a zoo or theme park together and get lost.

INVITE: sender cooks for receiver for the first time

INVITED: receiver cooks for sender for the first time

TOGETHER: our muses spend the night for the first time

TRY: our muses hooked up and are hanging out the next day

COMFORT: sender is going through a break up and receiver offers to cheer them up

COMFORTED: receiver is going through a break up and sender offers to cheer them up

OFFER: sender gives receiver a ride to the airport/picks them up

OFERED: receiver gives sender a ride to the airport/picks them up

AID: sender helps receiver redecorate

AIDING: receiver helps sender redecorate

[dusktied]

maggie has frequented the bookstore a lot since settling into forks for the long haul, so it's only natural that another patron that has seen her in here more than once would ask for her opinion. ❝ right? so drab. i guess my recommendation would be based on what you typically like to read? horror, historical, romances that aren't full of barbaric masculine energy? ❞ though she's well read in history, she still prefers books about actual events than the predictable arcs of someone trying too hard to be clever.

[hcpcisms]

she  hadn’t  really  expected  anyone  to  reply  to  her  request  for  recommendations.  most  of  the  time,  people  just  overlooked  her,  which  ceren  didn’t  usually  mind.  “i  don’t  really  have  a  specific  genre  i  like,”  she  admitted  softly.  “i’ll  read  pretty  much  anything,  as  long  as  it’s  not  full  of  those  stereotypical  damsel  in  distress  stories  or  over-the-top  masculinity.”  a  light  chuckle  slipped  from  her  pressed  lips.  “sorry,  i  guess  that’s  not  much  help.”

[dusktied]

❝ and i'm sure it will be beautiful. you can always make me one, if you're bored, of course. ❞ cora should probably be heading home for some shut eye, but visiting emily felt more appropriate after shift. with the vampire population ever increasing, the pack and their loved ones in the know are forever further on edge. ❝ anyway, i've been meaning to ask you if you're free this weekend for a trip up to port angeles. light shopping and lunch? i've been dying for any excuse to ignore everything for a few hours. ❞

[hcpcisms]

"of  course  i’ll  make  you  one.”  a  soft  smile  stayed  on  her  lips.  cora  was  family  —  a  little  sister  to  emily  —  and  if  making  her  a  blanket  was  what  she  needed,  then  a  blanket  she  would  have.  listening  to  what  she  said,  emily  nodded,  a  grin  spreading  across  her  lips.  “i’d  love  that.  lunch  will  be  my  treat.”  it  was  what  the  other  deserved.  “now,  on  that  note  of  wanting  to  ignore  everything,  did  you  want  to  grab  a  beer  and  crash  here,  or  are  you  heading  home?  i’ve  got  a  fresh  batch  of  cookies  cooling  in  the  kitchen.”  she  raised  her  eyebrows  playfully.

[dusktied]

❝  oh but chief swan, the college kids were getting so rowdy last night. you must care about such a disturbance to the community. ❞ spencer puts on his best old lady impression before charlie's eyes are pulled from the television. sadly, spencer is finding the impersonation less strenuous as time marches on. the invitation is halfway out of charlie's lips before spencer plops into the seat beside him with a lopsided grin. ❝  i'll need a beer or two to properly mourn the mariner's insistence to be the bottom of the west. ❞

[hcpcisms]

“you  need  more  of  a  whining  essence  to  be  more  like  dorothy  pinnick,”  charlie  muttered  before  taking  a  swig  of  his  beer.  “i  think  we  need  something  stronger  than  two  beers  to  mourn  their  bad  play.”  a  low  grumble  escaped  his  lips  as  he  shifted  his  weight  on  the  barstool.  “how  are  things  up  at  the  shop?  been  meaning  to  stop  by."

[aedearly]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

[hcpcisms]

"no,  i'm  not  sure  what  this  is  going  to  be,"  emily  admitted,  noticing  the  other  person's  curious  glance  at  her  knitting.  the  rhythm  of  the  needles  had  become  a  quiet  comfort  lately—a  small  refuge  she'd  fallen  back  into.  "it'll  probably  end  up  being  a  blanket  or  something."  she  looked  down  at  the  soft  shape  forming  in  her  lap,  the  uneven  pattern  somehow  calming.  maybe  it  didn’t  matter  what  it  became,  as  long  as  her  hands  kept  moving.

[hcpcisms]

location: thunderbird and whale bookstore

"i   swear,   if   i   see   another   awful   sports   romance   book,   i’m   going   to   lose   my   mind,"   ceren   grumbled,   fingers   skimming   over   the   spines   lined   across   the   shelves.   her   lips   pressed   into   a   thin   line.   there   was   nothing   like   the   weight   of   a   real   book   in   her   hands—kindles   just   didn’t   count   as   real   reading   in   her   head.   "any   recommendations?"

[hcpcisms]

location: tip and sip.

“i'm  off  duty,”  he  muttered,  his  eyes  transfixed  on  the  football  game  playing  in  the  bar.  he  was  never  a  fan  of  people  walking  up  to  him,  trying  to  talk  about  what  was  going  on  in  forks  or  the  surrounding  areas  when  he  was  off  duty.  it  always  opened  a  can  of  worms,  giving  people  an  excuse  to  pry  further  into  his  own  business.  “now,  if  you're  here  to  talk  about  how  shit  the  mariners  played  last  night,  then  pull  up  a  seat.”

[ofgravcyards]

LOCATION : helens dress shop

Athena  looked  at  herself  in  the  mirror  as  she  tried  on  a  more  MODERN  dress  .  She  is  an  EXQUISITE  BEAUTY  .  something  she  knows  all  too  well .  Still  ,  the  vampire  furrowed  her  eyebrows  at  the  dress  she  had  on  .  UNSURE  how  to  feel  about  it  .  it  hugged  her  body  and  quite  revealing .  (X)

Time  certainly  has  progressed  and  if  they  were  staying  in  this  TOWN  ,  best  they  blend  in  .  ❝  Well  ,  I  suppose  this  will  have  to  do  .  ❞  She  muttered  to  herself  as  she  now  had  to  decide  which  shoes  that  matched  dress  .

[hcpcisms]

clothes shopping had never been one of emily’s favorite things. every trip felt like a small test of patience, a quiet reminder of how little she cared for mirrors or fancy fabrics. still, she needed a few new things, so here she was — fingers brushing absently over the racks, a sigh slipping through before she could stop it. a soft mutter reached her ears, pulling her attention to the other woman. emily turned just enough to meet her eyes, a faint smile warming her features.

“it looks really good on you,” she said, voice low but sincere. she shifted her weight, glancing down again at the stack of jeans, an old habit that she would always pick up when she was shopping. “you have a body most people would die for.” the words left her gently, not envy, not flattery — only quiet truth.

[ofgravcyards]

LOCATION : tip & sip .

The  future  always  depends  on  what  people  do  today  ...  it  is  why  ,  it  is  always  changing  .  Never  linear  .  Alice  was  waiting  for  the  past  month  .  it  was  taking  them  so  long  but  alice  was  a  patient  woman  .  After  all  ,  she  only  waited  for  JASPER  for  28  YEARS  ... & It  was  worth  the  wait  .  ❝  ⸻  feel  free  to  sit  .  I've  just  been  here  a  while  .  ❞  alice  chirped  up  as  she  drank  her  ICE TEA , knowing  that  was  quite  the  understatement  considering  she  had  specifically  and  personally  reserve  that  table  for  the  past   month .

[hcpcisms]

her  attention  caught  at  the  sound  of  a  voice,  soft  but  steady,  drawing  her  gaze  toward  the  human  whose  face  now  wore  a  hesitant  smile. “are  you  sure?”  ceren  asked,  her  voice  quieter  than  she  meant  it  to  be.  the  question  lingered  in  the  air  between  them,  weighted  with  her  usual  uncertainty.  doubt  threaded  through  her  chest,  familiar  and  unwelcome,  but  she  forced  a  small  breath  and  moved  before  hesitation  could  root  her  in  place. she  sat  down. “i  won’t  be  long,”  she  added,  the  words  almost  an  apology.  “just  want  to  finish  my  tea,  and  then  i’ll  be  gone.”

[vampedward]

other's thoughts were a constant underlying buzz. it was only through practiced self-control that he managed to quiet the background noise. some thoughts, however, were still TOO LOUD to silence:

[ insert your character's thought here ]

unbidden, edward's eyes flickered to the source of the words.

[hcpcisms]

great.  full  of  children  again.  the  thought  slid  through  charlie’s  mind  as  he  made  his  way  toward  the  bar  at  tip  and  sip.  the  din  of  laughter  and  clinking  glasses  pressed  around  him,  sharp  against  the  quiet  he  sought.  a  prickle  on  the  back  of  his  neck  told  him  he  was  being  watched.  he  turned,  meeting  a  pair  of  curious  eyes. “everything  all  right  there?”  he  asked,  one  brow  lifting,  a  stern  calm  settling  over  his  face.

[hcpcisms]

(   cillian murphy  →  cismale  →  he/him  )  /  /  *  here  lies  the  story  of  CHARLIE SWAN,  the 48 year  old  HUMAN  who  is  UNAWARE  of  the  supernatural  world.  if  you've  seen  them  around  forks  for  the  past  48 YEARS  don't  be  alarmed,  they're  only  here  because  HE WAS BORN SND RAISED IN FOLKS.  they've  gathered  quite  the  reputation  for  being  PROTECTIVE,  STRONG WILLED  and  LOYAL.  that's  probably  due  to  them  also  being  a/an  CHIEF OF POLICE.    𓍢    ・

` ˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚  ` ***BASICS*** > `𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆   …  ` charlie swan > `𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔   …  ` charlie > `𝒂𝒈𝒆   …  ` 48 years young > `𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓  &  𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔   …  ` cismale. he / him> `𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍  𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏   …  ` bisexual> `𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏  …  ` chief of police. > `𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔  …  ` pool , darts , hunting > `𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏(𝒔)  …  ` taurus

` ˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚  ` ***BACKGROUND***

> `𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆  …  ` forks, wa > `𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆  𝒐𝒇  𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉​   …  ` forks , wa > `𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆  𝒐𝒇  𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉​   …  ` 8th may > `𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚   …  ` high school diploma > `𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔​ …  ` isabella swan (daughter)

` ˚  ༘✶  ⋆ ｡˚  ` ***PERSONALITY***

> `𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒔/𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔  …  ` the protective father > `𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔  …  ` supportive , loyal , strong willed > `𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔  …  ` overprotective , loner , > `𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕  …  `lawfully good > `𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎  …  ` 6w5 > `𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔  …  ` hunting , fishing , art , history , beer > `𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔  …  ` crowds , rudeness , secrets , wine

` ˚ ༘✶ ⋆ ｡˚ . ` ***BIOGRAPHY***

coming soon

[hcpcisms]

* (   derya pinar ak  →  cisfemale  →  she/her  )  /  /  *  here  lies  the  story  of  CEREN KEMAL,  the  21  year  old  GIFTED  HUMAN  with  the  ability  of  DEATH SENSING.  if  you've  seen  them  around  forks  for  the  past  6 MONTHS  don't  be  alarmed,  they're  only  here  because  SHE MOVED THEIR FOR COLLEGE.  they've  gathered  quite  the  reputation  for  being  NAIVE,  CREATIVE  and  INTROVERTED.  that's  probably  due  to  them  also  being  a  STUDENT.    𓍢    ・

` ˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚  ` ***BASICS***

> `𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆   …  ` ceren kemal > `𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔   …  ` cici, cee > `𝒂𝒈𝒆   …  ` 21 years old > `𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓  &  𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔   …  ` cisfemale. she / her > `𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍  𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏   …  ` pansexual > `𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏  …  ` college student> `𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔  …  ` reading books, photography, gardening. > `𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏(𝒔)  …  ` scorpio

` ˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚  ` ***BACKGROUND***

> `𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆  …  ` forks, wa > `𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆  𝒐𝒇  𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉​   …  ` bursa, turkey > `𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆  𝒐𝒇  𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉​   …  ` 29th october > `𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚   …  ` studying for a ba in politics and international relationships > `𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔​ …  ` aska and kaan kemal (parents, estranged)

` ˚  ༘✶  ⋆ ｡˚  ` ***PERSONALITY***

> `𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒔/𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔  …  ` the fetted> `𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔  …  ` creative, intelligent, thoughful > `𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔  …  ` naive, introverted, > `𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕  …  `chaotic neutral > `𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎  …  ` 3w4 > `𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔  …  ` books , the library , the smell of burning wood , growing plants from seedlings > `𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔  …  ` new situations, being the center of attention.

` ˚ ༘✶ ⋆ ｡˚ . ` ***BIOGRAPHY***

she  was  born  and  raised  in  bursa,  turkey  until  she  was  15  years  old.  her  parents  messy  divorce  left  ceren  living  with  her  father,  who  took  a  job  over  in  california.  she  lost  contact  with  her  mother,  due  to  her  fathers  manipulation  to  the  rest  of  her  family  back  at  home,  her  mother  being  blamed  for  everything  else  but  she  her  mother  was  being  paid  to  have  no  contact  with  ceren.

she  was  a  very  reserved  child  and  quiet  child,  growing  up  and  even  in  her  adulthood.

she  is  a  gifted  human,  with  death  sensing,  something  she  noticed  when  she  was  younger  but  always  put  it  down  to  silly  events.  it  wasn’t  until  she  was  in  her  senior  year  at  high  school,  she  noticed  it  was  not  just  deja  vu.  she  had  ‘dreamt’  her  best  friends  death  in  a  vivid  way,  told  her  friend  her  fear  who  laughed  it  off  and  a  day  later  her  friend  had  passed  away.  She  had  kept  it  a  secret  from  everyone  because  she  knows  it’s  not  normal  and  tries  to  brush  it  off  whenever  she  can.

she  moved  to  forks  for  college  six  months  ago.  the  move  was  also  to  avoid  and  to  hide  away  from  her  father.  she  had  learnt  about  his  manipulation  of  her  mother  and  the  rest  of  her  family;  him  paying  his  mother  to  cut  contact  with  her  and  so,  she  upped  and  left  the  wealthy  lifestyle  she  had,.  Changed  her  name  and  college  and  started  to  live  under  the  radar.  She  flatshares  in  order  to  be  able  to  not  ask  her  father  for  any  money  or  her  mother;  just  in  case  she  gives  the  information  out  to  her  father.