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Character Portrait: Cheyanne Carter
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The Phoenix's fingers trailed over the letter in her hand. The words on the page cycled over and over in her mind. A place where she doesn't have to hide. A place where she can interact with other people that were outcasted most of their lives. The idea of this place sounded too good to be true, but Cheyanne doesn't have anywhere else to go. She has seen everything the humans had tried to offer, but they had come short. She was 126 years of age. The young women had lived one century and everything seemed the same. A new scenery was something that she needed and the letter in her hand was offering that chance to her. She folded the letter and looked out the taxi window. She had arrived. Well she had arrived on the outside of the woods. It was very well hidden. The taxi stopped.

"Miss are you sure this is your stop? I'm sure there is a town a couple miles over," The man in the drivers seat had said to her. His accent was thick and he was very old. It was cute how he was trying to look like he was helping when he really wanted to charge her more money. Cheyanne wasn't stupid and she didn't want a human to see the place. "I'm fine. Thanks" The woman let herself out of the car and tossed him some money. The look on his face meant that she had tipped him too much, but Cheyanne didn't care. The phoenix pulled her bag from the spot next to her and pocketed the invitation. She slammed the taxi door shut and he drove off. All that was left was her and the smoke from the car.

She turned to face the edge of the woods and she took a step inside. Taking cautious steps, she was aware of her surroundings. If this was a trick she didn't want to get jumped in the woods. It didn't take long until the house that the letter said she would arrive at, appeared before her. It was grand. Lovely. Elegant. And it was just the outside. A small smile formed on her face as she grew closer. It seemed that she was the only one here. Good. First pick. The house had a set of grand double doors. She pushed it open and let herself into the place. The beauty took her breath away. "Hello?" the fire bird called out. No response. "Guess I'll have to make myself comfortable".

Cheyanne's first plan of action was to find a room to put her bag down. It was big and bulky. A lot of her clothes were inside and she was sick of hauling it around. She made some lefts, some rights, and a couple of u-turns before she found bedrooms. She was happy that she was given the chance to put her bag away and get settled. "Now which one do I want" she said. Her walking pace slowed as she walked by each room. She stopped in the middle and looked at the different doors. "Eenie, meenie, minee... her finger stopped at the second door. "you." she opened the door and walked inside. The room was just as amazing as the house she was in.

The bird put her bag on the bed and she left the room. She wanted to look around the area she was staying. Cheyanne wanted to know more about the people that sent the letter and why they sent it. The place was nice, but she didn't trust the people that sent it. Not yet.