Gender: Female
Age: 16
Appearance: April looks much older than her age, for multiple reasons. Perhaps the most obvious is her body, which, although slender overall, is quite voluptuous, with curves in all the right places. A natural redhead, April's skin is pale, soft, and largely unblemished, with only a light smattering of freckles across her small, round, upturned nose. Contrary to the provided image, April has bright green eyes, with thick, darkened eyelashes. She stands at a confident 5'8, and enjoys wearing heels often. With a bombshell bosom, a tight waist, killer legs and a pleasant sight for the eyes of those behind her, it would be difficult to turn down April based on physical appearances alone.
As of late she has been able to dress in fancier clothing, purchased legally with money from her dubious and not-so-legal profession. However she isn't above lounging around in more comfortable and/or revealing clothing, so long as said clothing is made of silk or some other expensive fabric.
Personality: Behind the pretty face lurks something a little more dangerous. Despite spending much of her later years among the poor and uneducated, April is cunning and quick-witted. She learns quickly and has a strong sense of street smarts and gut-feeling. A skilled actress and liar, April isn't above deceiving others for her own means, and she has resorted to various tactics to do so. From flirty to shy to playful to aggressive, it is difficult for most to decipher what April is really like. She is flexible--both physically and mentally--and is able to adapt to her surroundings, becoming what people expect her to be so that she can achieve the unexpected. Her pride falls in her ability and not in the manner she may dress or act. It is all an act anyways.
Since realizing her ability, April has developed a much stronger confidence in herself, and carries herself as such when she is not actively trying to manipulate someone. However, beneath this confident, almost arrogant cover is an insecure, quiet, and sensitive girl. It is she who gets affected most by emotion, and when her mental shield is broken, it is this girl who is most corrupted into blind fits of rage, jealousy, or sadness.
Those who spend extended amounts of time around April will discover certain quirks of hers. For example, when thinking she tends to curl her hair around a finger. She clicks her nail on surfaces out of both boredom and nervousness, and she stiffens at the sight of airships before looking away quickly. She suffers from a crippling fear of heights, stemming from the manner in which she lost her parents, and will not step foot into an airship. Discussion on that particular topic will result in a bored look on her face, however since this is a facial expression she wears often it may be difficult to realize the correlation.
April also has a deep knowledge of flowers and flower arrangement, and is knowledgeable in the Terra version of Victorian Flower Language. She can identify various plants and herbs through sight or smell or seed, and knows all of their names by heart. She often smells of flowers herself, although the exact scent is difficult to put a finger on...
Lastly, April has a very strong aversion to fire. Almost as strong, if not stronger, than her aversion to airships and height.
Background: Originally the child of two nobles who were somewhat close to the royal family (but only through marriage), April's first few years of life were grand. However, at the age of 6 her parents perished in an airship accident. April herself was on the same airship, which had caught fire while descending and crash landed, exploding. Miraculously, she was found unhurt, with only a handful of scratches and not a single burn on her body. They later discovered that the fire was caused by rogue fire-users, but were unable to confirm whether it was mage, assassin, or simply a civilian terrorist attack, and the culprit was never found.
April went to live with her maternal grandmother in a more pastoral setting. Because her mother had married into nobility, the living conditions were much poorer. However, these years were also happy, and it was here that April learned of the flowers. She was 10 when tragedy struck once more, this time with her grandmother dying of old age.
With no more surviving relatives, April was sent to an orphanage in the city. These years were darker years, the orphanage overcrowded and full of smelly, rowdy children, especially the boys who would whistle and hoot at her growing body. April ran away after only a year. After a few weeks on the street and truly homeless, a locksmith spotted her and took her in. A widower with a good heart in desperate times and lonely, having just lost his own daughter to sickness, he took care of April, providing for both of them with both his daytime profession and his under-the-table 'hobby' of duplicating keys and creating master and skeleton keys and lock picks for the ne'er-do-wells. The locksmith eventually taught April his ways once she showed interest, and he found her curiously exceptional at opening locks with enchantments placed upon them.
One thief would often frequent the locksmith's shop, though not always for picks and keys. When April was 13 the man tried to force himself upon her while she was out getting groceries. She scratched at him and tried to run away, but was cornered by his gang. One of them wielded runes, but when he tried to use them against her to subdue her, the magic held no effect. Fireballs and electric bolts and vines were cursed at her, but still, nothing. The fire would extinguish in a plume of smoke, electric bolts bouncing off and vines curling in a perfect circle about her feet. It was then that April realized she too could wield magic, in the form of an anti-magic barrier.
Still distressed by the situation, April ran away. Shortly after she was recruited by a younger gang of ruffians, and was used as a way to get through enchanted doors and passageways. It was during these three years that her confidence boosted and her manipulative, deceptive side developed. Along with lockpicking and her ability, she became skilled with small knives, often carrying one or two on her person. She became tougher, more mature, and certainly more cold. Up until two weeks ago she made her living as a thief, living by herself in a small, cramped apartment and doing fairly well for herself. However, at her most recent job her gang was caught and she was arrested. An older man showed up, introduced himself as the headmaster of an Academy for those young and gifted like herself, and offered to bail her out if she attended. By no means did she refuse.
Possessions: Two small daggers hidden on her person. An ornate, bejeweled hair clip. Many fancy, and not so fancy, clothes. An antique pocketwatch with a photo of her dead parents and grandmother folded inside. A small key she wears on a chain around her neck, given to her by the locksmith. A lock-pick she wears as a hairpin, also given to her by the locksmith. A small, bound leather book of pressed flowers. And a pair of cut wedding bands that she wears as earrings.
House: House of Candles