The death of the queen of Gradentview has thrown the town into a tizzy - but don't start worrying yet! Wildowery Academy, known as Royal Academy to natives, is accepting twenty potential princesses to compete for the throne! However, behind the ball...
AS ROSIE HAS BEEN THE ONLY ONE TO APPLY SO FAR AND I'M BORED OUT OF MY MIND WITHOUT WRITING ANYTHING, HER CHARACTER, ALESSANDRA ROSALEE MCKINNON, IS STARRING IN THE PROLOGUE. IF YOU APPLY NOW, MAYBE I'LL WRITE ANOTHER ONE FOR YOU, AS WELL!
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NAME Alessandra Rosalee McKinnion
NICKNAME Al, Alli, Ra, Shorty, Pixie, Sandlee, Mainly Sandlee but to people she doesn't know it's Alice or Rose.
AGE 14
SEXUALITY Straight
COLOR Purple
APPEARANCE Golden tan, deep brown hair, vibrant blue eyes, high cheekbones, skinny, short
OUTFIT Thick black leggings with hidden pockets, a periwinkle short sleeve shirt
PERSONALITY Bossy-in-a-good-way, bubbly, doesn't trust easily but when she does she will do anything for you, kind, loyal, a good person to be around.
LIKES nice people, friends, horses, purple
DISLIKES mean people, brown, bullies
STRENGTHS She isn't afraid of bullies, she's really kind and just.
WEAKNESSES Her shortness
FEARS The people she cares about being killed or injured.
SKILLS dodging, she's really fast, espionage, healing, she is an amazing swords-woman and long-distance archer
ITEM Her sword (it has a purple grip) was her father's, she has a necklace with her twin's hair woven into it.
FAMILY She has an 18-year-old brother, a 5-year-old sister, and she had a twin sister who died at birth. Her father died a week later. Her mother is still alive.
BACKSTORY Her twin sister died at birth and her father a week later. her mother is a healer and especially dedicated to finding a way to keep all children alive. Her older brother hates her because he thinks she killed his father. Also, the reason she's tiny is because she's a premie and so was her sister. her sister died. she almost did.
QUOTE "If given the chance between being right and being kind, choose kind."
OTHER She has a mare named Porridge.
ALESSANDRA ROSALEE MCKINNON put one foot into the stirrup of her favorite saddle and hefted herself up and over until she was sitting on top of her chestnut mare's back. She brushed her finger through her horse, Porridge's mane, then lightly squeezed with her legs and started them off at a walk across the public fields. Alessandra smiled to herself as she signaled for her Porridge to speed up to a trot. They trotted together around the border of the field and as they approached the side nearing the forest, Alessandra pulled out her bow and squinted one eye, shooting an arrow at the target she'd tacked up last time. Bullseye! Alessandra shot three more arrows before she heard a distant voice calling, "Alli? Alli? Don't tell me you're out shooting arrows again, Shorty!"
Alessandra groaned inwardly. It was her eighteen-year-old brother, Cason. He was only four years older than her but acted like he was twenty more. He also hated her because he thought she was the reason their father, who died a week after she was born, wasn't alive anymore. Alessandra urged Porridge to gallop and skidded to a stop next to a frightened Cason with a smirk.
"You know girls aren't supposed to be warriors, right Shorty?" Cason asked. Alessandra rolled her eyes.
"Did you need something?"
"Mom needed some herbs from the herbitary and she told me to bring you," Cason replied, not making eye contact with her. Alessandra narrowed her eyes at him, but nevertheless handed Porridge off to a stablehand and followed Cason out of the barn and up to the herbitary on the other side of town. Meducis McKinnon, Alessandra and Cason's mother, was the town's best healer and often asked her children to find her herbs and other ingredients for her remedies, which usually meant a visit to the herbitary across town.
The two McKinnon children arrived at the herbitary shortly and were greeted by Master Don, who was the head of the herbitary.
"Ah, Alessandra and Cason McKinnon. I've been expecting you." Master Don waved them into the herbitary and bustled around, picking leaves off different plants until he had a large bag of them, which he handed to Cason. "There you go. Say hello to your mother for me."
"Thank you, Master Don," Cason said politely, taking the bag from him and giving it to his sister. "Let's go Alli."
"Thank you, Master Don!" Alessandra called over her shoulder as Cason dragged her away. She shoved the bag into Cason's hand as they walked back to their house. They had just closed the door behind them when a shout rang out through the town and alarms started blaring.
"What's happened?" Cason cried, dropping the bag. Their mother, a petite woman with brown curls and blue eyes, appeared, looking frazzled.
"It has happened!" She cried, not even bothering to pick up the bag of herbs from the ground. "The queen has died!"
