Name: Calitha Hawthorne
Alias: Water Lily
Age: She's forever stuck on the number she died on: 17
Gender: Female
Weapons: She doesn't prefer direct violence, but she does have her knife-ring for backup protection, courtesy of her older brother.
Distinguishing marks: A lily seemingly imprinted into her skin and a deep scar on her left thigh
Hobbies: Gardening, swimming, studying/drawing various plants
Talents/skills: Drawing accurate depictions of both animal and plant anatomies; able to manipulate both earthly and water elements with some limitations; adept potion-maker
Sexual orientation: Asexual
Basic Description: A young girl with light brown hair; usually loses in the height game; eyes are naturally blue, but has a mix of red; a very babyish face
Personality: Quiet, reserved, and mature.
History: She was stabbed in her leg by one of the towns boys. Her older brother noticed the injury, despite her trying to hide it, and ended up killing the boy. They attempted to cover up the murder, but failed. The brother was persecuted and drowned. Upon his death, the sister was found crying at the edge of the town lake, before she drowned herself as well.
Sample: I grip the muddy soil in between my fingers as I peer into my watery reflection. My usual smile has hardened into a permanent frown, and my once happy eyes never lose their tears. These tears drop into the water below, causing a ripple effect. I force my eyes shut, squeezing the rest of my sorrow back into its pit. I will not let this get the best of me. I open my eyes to the sight of the full moon shimmering down on the water's surface. So full, so bright, so enchanting. I reach out for it, without thinking, and lean forward. The body is unaware of the cold water enveloping it until I am fully submerged. My body struggles to find the surface, but I can hear my brother's voice from the depths below. "Deeper," he says. And I listen...

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Fiction généraleSo I've made plenty of characters over the years, and just about all of them have unofficially "died" in my writer's world. Maybe one day they'll be resurrected, one by one. For now, may they rest in peace.