Nicknames: Lana
Age: 19
Disney Movie: Mulan
Birthday: March 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Closet Bisexual
The only memory left: I remember chopping off my hair with a sword. I remember the feeling of confusion and loyalty. I remember getting on a black horse and leaving my home. I remember the love I felt for my father. Why I did it, I don't know. But I do know that I love my father, and that's why I want to return despite the amazing things on this island.

Likes:

• Sparring
• Children
• Singing
• Reading
• Tea

Dislikes:

• Uncomfortable clothing
• Patriarchy
• Sexism
• Murderers
• Cockiness/Vanity

Fears:

• Losing her loved ones
• Never returning home

Personality: I am a courageous and self-reliant person; independent, basically. I like to rely on myself and feel at least a tiny bit of shame if someone has to do something for me. I mean, if I can do it myself, why not? Right? I guess I could be considered a tomboy. It's what everyone else sees me as. Sure, I may not bake, but I can be feminine at times. I'm pretty sure I've been raised a lady, though I don't know why I can be so... masculine at times. I know my manners and etiquette, but I'm also straightforward about a lot of things. I’m not really into the whole finding a guy and getting married thing like the other girls are, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want to get married, I just don’t feel the need to rush it. I’m smart and resourceful, but I’m rather clumsy at times. Oh, I’m also outgoing and adventurous. Nothing more fun than running around and having... well, fun, right? If you're up for a race, a spar, or game, then so am I usually. Guys just generally are more fun than girls, which is why I like to hang out with them.

For some reason, I’m able to fit in with the guys really well. It’s as if I have lived with a bunch of them before. Maybe I had a lot of brothers? I wonder what it could be. I personally don’t burp in public, but I have no problem with the ones that do. It's a natural thing. If they eat like pigs and talk like dirty old men, it's not that hard to ignore, though I wish they would watch their tongue around the children. I'm not as rough as men, contrary to the belief of some people on the island. A little note: I reflexively change my tone around guys. When I catch myself I try not to, but it just happens.

Biography:
Fairy Tale
Mulan had joined the war in place of her father to save him. Her father, worn and disabled from the previous war, had insisted he go, stubborn about his family's pride. So, desperate to keep her father alive, Mulan cut her hair, stole her father's armour, and took his place as the Hua family's son. At first she did not fit in, but eventually she was able to prove to them that she took was capable of fighting in the war. In fact, capable enough to safe the lives of many men, including her general. When her true gender was found out, it was customary to have her executed for disobeying the law, but she was spared. Later on, she continued to the city to warn her fellow men of enemy invasions. However, now a woman in their eyes, no one wanted to listen to her. It turned out that she was right, and the Huns threatened the life of the emperor, but she used her brains to save him. She was declared the hero of China, and returned home to tell her father that she had been able to bring honour to their family. To end off a good story, her general and her had fallen in love, but she was stolen away immediately after her reunion with her family.

Reality
I woke up to the sounds of waves crashing onto the shore. I found it strange because… for some reason I knew that I had never been near the ocean. It was a completely foreign place to me. When I opened my eyes I really was on a beach. Sitting up, I looked around and saw some other people as well. I clutched my head; it was throbbing so much. I don’t remember anything. I kept asking myself questions like who I am, where I was and how I got here. For a while I just sat in the sand, and looked out towards the horizon. I simply stared at the ocean, enjoying the view, just hoping it was all just a strange dream. Finally, a couple hours later, I realized that I wasn’t dreaming. It was reality.

After coming to realization, I got up and inspected the area. The warm sand sank under the weight of me and coming off the side of the beach I see some sort of bridge. There’s a large round metallic looking device at the end of it, but I had no idea what it was. I hadn't seen anything like it. It looked like a large metal wheel, but it was just a frame. I wondered what it was. Looking to both sides all I saw was the ocean. This must be an island. I walked inside the island, trying to find out what this island was. After a few minutes of walking, I come to a really, really, really large looking store. The sign said “Mickey’s Mall”. I had no idea what a mall was, but I walked inside, marveling at the sudden change in temperature. I didn’t know how it could be so much cooler inside! Could it be magic? I guess this sort of thing didn't exist from where I came from. Looking around I saw a bunch of stores lined up all the way down the “mall”. Everything was so… modern… I guess. At this point, I thought to myself that I must have been a farm girl or something of the like to be so unfamiliar with such technology and advancements.

Once I explored the mall I left and started exploring the rest of the island. The island was big enough for all the people I saw and there weren’t any islands nearby. I’ve met a few people so far, none of which I know. They seem alright. I’ve become friends with quite a few people, except some that remind me of somebody I should be scared of. Life here is okay, but I don’t feel like I suit this life. I really want to go home, back to a family I believe does exist.

Anything else? Since a week’s gone by, I’ve gotten a little bit used to the amazing technology, but I’m still learning. I love my new 'phone', as they call it. I've gotten fairly handy with it as well. I think the stove amazes me the most since it is able to cook food so quickly. Because food and such is prepared for us, I feel wrong just sitting there and taking it all in. Every morning and evening I go out for a run around the island. Sometimes I jump in for a swim, but I don’t really like the salty taste of the ocean. Also, I think I’m pretty good at martial arts. A familiar instinct comes over me when I feel scared or threatened. As for clothing, I enjoy the variety they provide. I'm most comfortable in sweats, but I do enjoy dressing up as well as getting 'dolled up' with makeup. Somehow I had the feeling I couldn't dress the way I wanted back home, and being able to wear and do what I want was kind of nice.

Password: Disney’s Magic