First Name: Zoey Last Name: Mitchell Godly Parent: Leave blank on initial app and edit after your claiming Mortal Parent: Clara and Anthony Mitchell Mortal Siblings: Clara Mitchell 21, Marko Mitchell 19 Other significant relatives? Her auntie Place of Birth: Mallorca, Spain but lives in Santa Monica, CA
Age:13 Date of Birth: March 19, 2005 Spoken Languages: English, Spanish Pets: none Items of Importance: Nothing really. Weapons: Pocket knife(sliver) Skills: Pretty good at many things, not the best at really anything.
Face Claim: Jade Weber
Eyes: blue Hair: Sandy blonde Height: 62.6 General Appearance: Normally she is in some baggy jeans and a white t-shirt with either a red or Orange pull over on but she has other clothes. Her hair can be a couple of different ways. It's either let down long, Half up, all the way up in a messy bun or ponytail or braided to the side.
Likes: Taking things apart, Strawberries, Fire, Hot days, Dr. Pepper, computers, Hacking into important Gov information Dislikes: Someone telling her what to do, water(can't swim), Not belonging, Being talked down to, Not being able to do anything with her hands. Strengths: Creative, Efficiency, Logical Thinking, Solving complex problems, Attention to detail, detail oriented, Success Driven Weaknesses: Impatient, Easily bored, takes things personally, stubborn, self-critic, Impulsive Fatal Flaw: Her attitude.
General Character Traits:
Zoey is always active with people, though she can someone close herself up since she is always thinking someone is going to judge her, but since she is at camp with people like her she is going to be trying to get rid of that. Once she is very happy with herself she is very charming person.
She can be clear-headed but when shes makes things she tends to not be so clear. She is always telling herself that she could make things better and that maybe she could add less here and there to make it lighter or work better. She had always been efficient with the things that she had a liking for. Family and friends, she tends to have close to her as she would never want anything to happen to them.
Ever since Zoey could remember she knew something was off about her. She could never place it but that feeling was always there. She had a rather hard time fitting into places or with her father. Her mother seemed to allow him to ground her more than she liked. Though she could swear that there was a look of guilt on her mother's face. Though her mother, sister, and brother always told her that her father loved her. Her father had told her that it was only because he wanted her to do her best.
The family of four had to move around a lot due to what keeps happening at school with Zoey. She had always had a hard time reading things and was always on the move to do something. After school one day that was really bad, she noticed her brother hanging out in a mechanic shop. She made her way there but the other guys wanted nothing to do with her being there, her brother, however, told her to stay. Making sure that he covered his tail and told her that she could sit and watch what was going on. After a while, Zoey was itching to do something as well. She wanted to get her hands messy so to say. Her brother told her that she could help him out at the house when they got there. Of course, she was about it.
Later that night she had been home with her brother maybe about fifteen minutes before she heard her family talking about something. The four members of her family had no idea that the girl was listening until she knocked over something which gave her away. She ran to her room as she heard the members call for her. She had heard them say that it was about time to take her to the place. And since Clara was in the room with them, the only her was her.
She pushed a chair under the door and started making a makeshift knot rope out of her blankets and sheets, after that she had placed her clothes and anything that she shows important in her bag and crawled out of the second story window. As she got to the ground she noticed a pair of pliers laying on the ground. Something told her to grab them as something important was going to end up happening. As she rounded the house she could hear her family members yelling in the house telling her to let them in to explain to her.
On the side of the house, she had come to a box that was on the wall of the house. An idea struck her. Opening the box she pulled out the one important thing that she knew that would cost loads for her family to replace. The lights in the house shut off and she took off running. When she came to the school she noticed that it was still opened thanks to the people who cleaned the place while the children weren't there.
She entered the place without being noticed and went to the principle's office to get to the computer that had all the students personal informations. It took a couple times but she finally cracked the codes, and finding her file and cleaning, making it where she had never even been in the school, also for good measure she had crossed the wiring in the mans office making sure that when he went to turn on the computer in the morning that it would catch fire.
On the way out she noticed something following her. Though she was a little thrown off when she went to turn around to see who it was. Though when she turned back around she saw the person that was there. He looked older than her and it freaked her out, though the more she looked at him the more she noticed that he was one of her brother's friends. He had asked her what was going and when she told him what happened he could only laugh. He had told her that he wouldn't tell her parents that she was around but he was going to take her somewhere that he thought that she would be interested in. She agreed with him and hooked her pliers on her belt loop before following the guy.
It took close to six and a half days drive to get to the place they needed to be. They traveled by bus and then walked some as well to save on the cash. She had done a lot of thinking and finally told her brother's friend that she wanted to call her parents and let them know that she was going somewhere and she would call or write when things got better. He smiled nodding his head and allowed her to do that. After a very sappy chat with her family, her brother's friends got on the phone and told Zoey to wait in the car. She had no idea what he was telling them but when he got back to her he told her that things were going to be okay. A little afternoon on the sixth day she arrived at a camp, which the guy told her she would be safe. He told her what to do and then left her alone.
Out of Character
Alias: Nix How old are you IRL?: 27 How did you hear about us? I help out here. Have you read and do you agree to the site rules? Yes Other Characters?: Streylan Karalis Is this character fulfilling a want ad? No If yes, for which member? ??
It was spring now, yet still to cold be able to do her job. No one wanted to go near the water at the moment. Which was fine with her. She didn't want to have to save people who didn't know how to swim. Besides, in a way she hated sharing the water with anyone. It was the only thing that she had that made her feel closer to her father. She hadn't heard from him much over the last couple years. She guessed she was getting a little too big for him to come around really. Made sense to her but still, she missed him. He was the only thing that girl had. After all, he had said that he didn't remember having any other children. So she was kind of stuck with what she had. Nothing but an empty cabin.
At the moment though she was laying on one of the infirmary bed. Not because she needed help just because she was bored and she had nothing to do. So maybe bothering the healers would liven up her day. Because she hardly ever came in the place since she was able to heal herself. Maybe she should become a healer too. It could be something that she could do on the side? In the winter. Maybe she needed to ask the head of the camp about that.? She didn't know if she could have two jobs or not. She pulled her legs up and crossed one over the other and let it bounce a little all the while tapping her hands on the bed in mid thought
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