Full Name:
Delilah Rose Thorn

Nicknames:
I hate being called Delilah. Lilla, Lilly, or Rose.

Age:
19

Hometown:
Brighton, England

Ethnicity
British

Sexuality:
Straight

Coven:
Puck




Specialty:
Elements

Abilities:
Soothing- I have a way easing tension in a room, without really meaning too. If there is a lot of fighting or drama around her, the second she starts getting frustrated everyone just. . . Calms down.

Numbing- I can make anyone's pain fade away, but there's a catch. I sort of absorbs their pain. However much pain they were in, I am in. I have to be touching them. It doesn't happen every time I touch someone who's hurt, unless I force it. It's not automatic, unless I care for them. If I'm close to them or I love them, it happens automatically.

Growing- (obviously) I'm good with plants. I can't make them grow much, but i can make budding flowers bloom and can make, for example, an apple blossom produce a small apple.



Familiar
Khol- snow leapord
Khol (pronounced Cole) is somewhat small, but will not hesitate to rip apart even the largest of humans. He is fiercely loyal, and viciously protective of me. He seems to have the ability to tell wether or not to trust someone. 90% of the time, even if they mean no harm, he hates them. He is very, very selective about the people he likes. I adore him, though. He is very playful with me- like a little kitten.





Personality:
I'm. . . Not a very cautious person, to say the least. I throw caution to the wind, and love to have fun. But if you chose to hang out with me, then you're sure to have a lot of fun. I hate being bored, and is constantly getting into trouble. I don't tolerate being pushed around, and won't hesitate to push back. If I think someone is being a little too high and mighty, I Ian not afraid to take them down a peg. I don't care about what others think of me.
I'll do anything just for the thrill of it. I love to laugh, and have fun. I am very good at convincing people to do these things with me, and usually people either hate me afterwords, or love me for it. I'm rather sarcastic and slightly cynical to people I don't know well. Behind the reckless part of me, I am actually quite gentle and loving. I am fiercely loyal once I am attached to someone, and will always stick up for them no matter how many times they might have hurt me. You never lose mey trust, once you have managed to earn it.

I'm not one who takes to being pushed around well. I am very strong-willed and hate being thought of as weak. It's hard for me to ask for help with things, not wanting for people to think of me as needy. I am very independent and determined to do things on my own. If you dare say I'm too weak or small to do something, there's no stopping me. I'll try and try and try until I've done whatever it is, ten times better then you ever could. Even if it means getting hurt.

If someone demands something of her, often I'll do the opposite just to smite them. When im around her loved ones, I am very teasing and lighthearted. I love to laugh, and see others smile. When I'm like this, it's often hard to believe that I could take anything seriously. But this is very untrue.

Likes:
-fun people
-laughing
-being with friends
-flirting
-Khol
-sweets
-socializing
-partying

Dislikes:
-stuck-up or boring people
-being brought down
-being alone
-being cold
-water (not like showers, but swimming)
-people knowing her past
-her accent
-seeing others in pain

History:
I had a rather. . . Depressing upbringing. I was a mistake. My father was married, with a wife and kids. My mother was a rather off woman who had been abused as a child. At first, life was okay for me. My mother thought my father had left his wife for her and he. But, of corse, he hadn't actually.
When my mother found out, he left her. Already unstable, she lashed out. She attempted to drown me, then killed herself. A neighbor found me nearly dead, and my mother dead.

At age thirteen and now parentless, I was sent off to live with my aunt in London who barely had time to take care of herself, let alone a teenager. I was given a long leash, and tended to abuse it.
One night, I was coming home late with her friends, one of her older friends driving drunk when suddenly their car crashed into another. They were fine, but the other driver certainly wasn't. Ironically enough, it was my aunt. She was in very bad shape, bleeding heavily and in a lot of pain. As soon as I touched her, my aunt was suddenly free of pain. I, on the other hand, was a different story completely. The agony my aunt had been in was passed onto me. I quickly realized whenever I touched my aunt, her pain was given to her. I held my hand down on the woman's chest, writhing in pain, until the paramedic's got there.
My aunt and i both knew now about my powers, and she was fine in the end. But she certainly paid a lot more attention to her niece.

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