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Ara "Stormy" Varela

"We are not strangers to ourselves, we only try to be."

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a character in “Dancing with Demons”, as played by AmeliaIsGhostly

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Ara "Stormy" Varela °The Suburbs (Continued)°



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❂Name❂ || "I don't really remember the last time someone called me by my full name."
Ara Grace Varela

❂Nicknames❂ || "I do enjoy this nickname more than being called Ara."
Everyone calls her Stormy as when she was young, she had a very hard time controlling her water element and would always by accident cause storms.

❂Role❂ || "Yep. That's me, water girl."
Espirit female 1 with an element for Water

❂Age❂ || "Nearly eighteen, but it never seems to be close enough."
Ara is seventeen.

❂Gender❂ || "...I hope I look feminine enough to tell?"
Female

❂Sexuality & Marital Status❂ || "The closest I've had to dating someone is when some guy called out of a car 'What's cookin' good looking?' "
Heterosexual and single.

❂Her Aerea❂ || "You gotta' love him."
Tyler Richardson



General Appearance °Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains)°




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Face Claim: Amanda Seyfried


❂Hair Color❂ || "My mom told me when I was young it resembled soft waves of the ocean."
Golden Blonde

❂Eye Color❂ || "I love the irony in blue."
Light blue

❂Height & Weight❂ || "Hey, a lot of people are this short."
5 ft 2.5 in , and weighs exactly 100 pounds.

❂Distinct Marking or Scars❂ || "I felt disconnected, the rain drop made me feel a bit better."
Stormy really doesn't have any specific distinct markings or scars, but when she was sixteen she got a small raindrop tattooed on the back of her neck.

❂Species❂ || "A dying breed... well really, a dead breed."
Espirit with affinity for water.





General Information °Rococo°




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❂Personality❂ || "As long as you find something to love in everyone, then we can all get by."

Stormy likes to think of herself as extra-ordinary. She basically finds herself being very ordinary, whereas the extra part is just the fact she’s not necessarily human. Now, this is just her opinion on herself, but in all truth of the matter Stormy is a very kind and laughing girl, who often can sound sarcastic in some of her sayings. It’s hard not to love her, as she finds ways to relate to almost everyone. She tries to find good in everyone, as she believes it’s what’s keeping the little sanity she has left in check. She loves to love, but that doesn’t mean she’s all peaches and cream. She’s quite the opposite actually. She is not shy to state her opinions openly, and is very stubborn. It’s almost impossible to convince this girl into another point of view. But other than that, she’s very sweet and playful, giving stupid nicknames to people and teasing them in a friendly manner when appropriate.

She, among other things, is also a creative soul. With this she can get distracted into wild ideas, which she may or may never act out on; this also causes her to day dream and stumble down steps a lot when she doesn’t pay attention. Stormy is impulsive in situations that cause for little thinking time. Probably not the best personality trait, but it’s what makes Stormy herself. You would probably never meet someone like Stormy again in a lifetime, and it’s not just because she can control water. She doesn’t give up, and persists on being loyal and spontaneous. Spontaneity has been proven to be one of her favorite things, as long as it is a good spontaneous and not a bad one. But then again, everyone would kind of hope for that. Many seem to find that she disappears easily. This could be because of her spontaneous attitude, but it's mostly because she can't just sit around and do nothing. She loves to disappear into woods for walks, or just lay outside on the grass without telling people her whereabouts.

Despite this seemingly fun and slightly stubborn girl, there has always been a serious side to her and a side of commitment. She knows when to be solemn and mysterious when need be. If something is important to those she cares about, she will do everything in her power to do it. She is selfless in that manner. She cares about people in a way they never have been cared about before. She makes everyone feel important, as she is a strong believer that everyone has a reason to be placed on this earth and to strive there, and that’s all that she wants. She wants people to become themselves, she wants them above all else to know that they are important. She has never come across someone who was not important.


❂Element❂ || "I'm really glad this is my element. But I guess everyone happy with theirs, huh?"
Ara has an affinity for water.

Ice Manipulation:
Stormy can create ice only by freezing up water. If it was something she has created, she can mold it into different shapes if she is strong enough at that time.

Storm Manipulation:
Stomy has the ability to create storms. They can range from a little rain dribbling, to massive thunderstorms in areas close to her.

Water Manipulation:
Stormy can ultimately create more water if there is a source nearby, diminish it, mold and shape it, and manipulate it to her desire.

Snow Manipulation:
If stormy causes a storm, if she concentrates hard enough she can change it into snow.




Useful Facts °Ready to Start°




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❂Likes❂ ||

Musical Instruments. Stormy is a lover of music, and can usually be found listing to indie rock with huge headphones on, playing classical piano, playing guitar, or singing.
Animals. She is a a huge lover of animals of all sorts of kinds. She, for this reason, is also a vegetarian. She had a small black cat with her in which she named Moriarty.
Water. She has an affinity for water. of course she's going to like water, she's practically a fish.
Art. One thing that has stayed with her through her hops in foster homes is that fact that in every single room she has, hundreds of sketches are placed upon her walls. She doesn't paint really, only detailed pencil sketches of nature, architecture, or people.
Tea Every morning tea. Every lunch, she has tea. Every dinner, tea. She basically has tea all the time.


❂Dislikes❂ ||

Apples She's highly allergic to apples. She found this out after sneaking a bite of on of her foster mothers apple pies.
James Franco Do not even speak his name to her. She just really doesn't like him. Like really doesn't.
Feeling Alone Stormy has felt alone most of her life. She's fine being alone, but hates the feeling. This is probably because she was separated from her Aerea for so long.
Overly Excitable People She doesn't understand them. She doesn't hate them, or dislike them really, she just can't quite understand.
Change Ever since being torn apart from her people, Stormy really doesn't do well with change of any kind. It's the thing she hates the most.


❂Flaws❂ ||

Clumsy.: Due to her day dreamy ways, it's not uncommon for Stormy to trip or stumble a lot.
Stubborn.Good luck changing Stormy's mind on an opinion or matter. When her mind is set, it's set forever. No way to convince her into something she doesn't want to do. This can sometimes make her a teensy bit hard to work with.
She uses up all the hot water in the shower.: This is due to her immensely long showers. She's very sorry.


❂Strengths❂ ||

Wise: Stormy tends to be more on the wise side of things. Despite being a tad impulsive, when given time to think she always tries to come up with teh best solution possible. She is a critical thinker when wants to be.
Fast.: Stormy often would go for walks in the forest when younger, but that turned into jogging. Now, She is just naturallly a really fast and fit person.
Understanding.: She understand peoples ambitions and wants, and can look under the top layer into real reasoning of people actions. This can cause her to be convincing and trust able. She relates.


❂Quirks❂ ||

øShe takes really long showers.: A short shower is twenty minutes. She's taken a short shower maybe once in her life. One time, she spent an hour and a half in a shower, by accident of course. Time fly's when you love water.
øComfortable hugger.: Stormy is a person with a lot of affection, and becomes comfortable with most people. She's a casual hugger, and one who does it without thinking. She might touch your arm when she's talking to you, or if your walking together hook her arm with the person. She does it without even knowing, like instinct.
øLoves Musicals.: She loves to play piano and sing musical numbers. She's a sucker for them, but will sing and watch them in private, a little embarrassed about it.

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Useful Facts °The Suburbs°




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❂History❂ ||

Stormy was born to an Espirit mother and father. They named her Ara as the names meaning is "Brings Rain." She was called that for about half her life with them, up until the point in which if she had mood swings storms would erupt. They soon nicknamed her "Stormy" and it sort of stuck. During the great war of Man and Dimoni, Her father tried his best to protect both his only daughter and wife, but failed when Stormy's mom, her fathers wife, was struck dead in front of both of their eyes. It was on that day in which she was sent away to become one of the last kinds of her people. It was the worst day of her life. Not only did she witness with her own two blue eyes her mother die, but she had to be ripped away from her father to know he would eventually die too, and was ripped away from her other half. She was a quiet child from that point on.

She hopped from foster home to foster home, never really settling in, often times getting verbally abusive people who did it just for the money they got. During these times, the only thing that really kept Stormy sane was her drawing, and music. She was a loner in school, never making or really attempting to make friends. But A light shone on her when she was fifteen years old, eventually moving to a foster family that sort of stuck. She had a foster brother, and foster mom. She loved them dearly, and they often times reminded her of the life she could barley recall when she was a toddler. She started to open up into her true personality, which overall was just a very sweet and affectionate girl. She even got a cat within that house hold when she found it abandoned on a street. She was very happy they let her keep it. Her foster brother, Jasper, actually named it for her. The small munchkin sized cat from that point was named "Moriarty." It seemed befitting, as the two foster siblings where fans of Sherlock Holmes, so Stormy was content.

At the age of seventeen, a social worker showed up at the house and informed her Foster Mother that her foster license had expired, and that Stormy needed to be immediately released form the home and put into another. Stormy was sad, but she wasn't a complainer. She hated change, but she got through it by a promise of calling her past family, and that she got to keep her cat.

Now, she lives under the household of Daliah Morse.


❂Notes❂ ||

- Stormy has reading glasses

- Stromy's cat is a little black munchkin cat. (Munchkin cats have extremely short legs.)

- This is Stormy's sketch book

More will be added during role play.




Stormy °Normal Person || Arcade Fire°

Is anything as strange as a normal person?
Is anyone as cruel as a normal person?
Waiting after school for you
They want to know if you
If you're normal too
Well, are you?
Are you?

I'm so confused, am I a normal person?
You know, I can't tell if I'm a normal person, it's true
I think I'm cool enough, but am I cruel enough?
Am I cruel enough, for you?

Girl break you down
Till everything is normal now, I know
And they will break down
Till everything is normal now, I know

They take their tea at two
All the normal people, they do
They burn the jungle down
While they were sleeping, it grew
You dream in English now
In proper English, look how
You're just the same as me
It's through

And they will break you down
Till everything is normal now, I know
And they will break down
Till everyone is normal now, I know
If that's what's normal now
I don't want to know
If that's what's normal now
Mama don't make me go
When they get excited, they try to hide it
Look at those normals go
When they get excited, they try to hide it
Look at those normals go
When they get excited, they try to hide it
Look at those normals go
When they get excited, they try to hide it, no!

And they will break you down
Till everything is normal now, I know
And they will break down
Till everything is normal now, I know

If that's what's normal now
I don't want to know
If that's what's normal now

Maybe if you hang together
You can make the changes in our hearts
And if you hang together
You can change us, just where should you start?

I've never really ever met a normal person
I've never really ever met a normal person
I've never really ever met a normal person
I've never really ever met a normal person like you!

How do you do
Thank you

So begins...

Ara "Stormy" Varela's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Azalea Mansi Character Portrait: Ara "Stormy" Varela Character Portrait: Shiloh Everbrooke Character Portrait: Payton Merrill Character Portrait: Archer Kerestone Character Portrait: Fletcher Lewis Hale Character Portrait: Tyler Richardson Character Portrait: Malakai William West

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Shiloh just silently listened and watched as the other's interacted. As she listened to Deliah Shiloh's posture stiffened at the mention of a threat and she took a protective step towards Malakai. Like hell she would let anything happen to him or the other's. As Malakai showed her a picture Shiloh couldn't help but let a small smile grace her stoic feature's and she nodded at him in acknowledgement while her mind wandered. Who was after them? And why was Daliah so worried now? Why would anyone believe her kind still exists? The bloodied battle field of her home should have been enough evidence for any half witted human. Shiloh felt a growl bubble in her chest but she suppressed it. She nodded when Malakai asked her to help with his luggage and she carried what he had left on the floor and took it to his room, following closely behind him.

"Hey I'm gonna go for a walk, you know how I like to know my surroundings" Shiloh said gently to Malakai and went back down stairs, the light footsteps of Daliah following closely behind her.

"Shiloh I don't know if you should go out alone, it could be dangerous these woods are full of wild animals...." Daliah's voice was firm but weary, unsure rather or not Shiloh would give a damn what she said. And she didn't. With only a glare to answer for her Shiloh walked around the others that had grouped together chirping like little birdie's for food, went through the kitchen and out the back door. With her enhanced hearing she could still hear their voice's and it brought her comfort knowing they were all safe. Azalea and Hale, getting along as always, Archer demanding food and Malakai, Payton and Tyler being the same as they were when they were children. Shiloh's photographic memory was both a gift and a curse to her, for it is in those memories that were night terror's arrive and sweet loving images of her life before all the death. If only she could erase those bloodied, torn carcasses of her loved ones from her mind. How funny is it that death is what haunts her even though she controls it?

Shiloh groaned loudly and shook her head, coming back into reality only to realize she didn't recognize her surroundings. Great her day dreaming got her lost. Again! At least this time Malakai wasn't here with her unlike when they were kids. Its funny how he just tailed after her even though she had no clue of her surroundings being to caught up mentally. A smile appeared on her face when she imagined Malakai's big bewildered brown eyes when he realized Shiloh was in lala land and had no idea where they were and the big crocodile tears that followed when it started to get dark and they were lost. A soft giggle escaped Shiloh. Taking in a deep breath Shiloh sat down on a nearby fall tree and started to refocus her mind, expanding her spirit in search of the soulless. Spanning through all the forest she found the half eaten corpse of a coyote, a male wolf that had recently had its throat torn, a couple of doe's and bucks and then to her joy a large grizzly bear with a broken spine after a nasty fallout with another male bear and a mother cougar who had died from giving birth to two beautiful cubs. A sadness washed over Shiloh at the thought that those babies would be following their mother into the after life soon enough as they were only new born's.

Would Daliah mind if Shiloh adopted a few pets? Just until they were big enough to fend for themselves?

No she wouldn't mind.

With that thought Shiloh summoned the spirits of the dead animals back to their bodies, ordered them to guard to territory around the house then stood up and walked to short distance to the cougar cubs. She could now hear their soft yips as she neared the den. As the den came into view so did the dead mama cougar, standing protectively in front of the den, even in death shielding her babies.

"Leave" Shiloh commanded and the large cat snarled before it walked away towards the section of the land it would protect. Then Shiloh knelt down on all fours and crawled into the den into only her legs were seen from the outside. She took out her phone and turned on the flashlight app, the bright white light quickly filling the space and making the cubs hiss.

"Its okay babies come here" Shiloh cooed softly and reached forward until she wrapped her arms around the small shivering bodies of the cougar kittens, who being new born didn't even have their eyes open. Shiloh thought one was trying to bite her but when she felt the sucking movement she knew it was hungry. She quickly scooped them up and removed her jacket before wrapping them both up and rushing back towards the house, which was now easily seen as the sun started to set. Walking into the house Shiloh placed the kittens on the floor, since they weren't old enough to walk she knew they couldn't run away, and rushed to the fridge pulling out a carton of milk. It would have to do for now. Since she didn't have a baby bottle Shiloh grabbed a freezer bag and poured the milk in then cut a small hole in the bottom right and held her hand tightly around the corner, sealing the milk away from the hole. She then walked over to the kitten's and let them suckle on the corner of the bag, loosening her hand so the milk slowly leaked through the hole. It took about two carton's of milk but the kitten's were full and cuddled into her leather jacket before falling asleep. Shiloh smiled warmly as she cleaned up her milk mess and put the milk carton's in the recycling before she lifted the kittens into her arms, where they curled into her chest and nuzzled her.

"Shiloh?" Daliah's confused voice made Shiloh look behind her to see Daliah and the rest of the group crowding around the kitchen door. Daliah eyed the sleeping furry bundles in Shiloh's arms.

"Their mother died giving birth I had to do something" Shiloh said simply while giving Daliah a challenging look, a look that clearly said 'I dare you to say no'. Daliah didn't say anything.

"Umm we are out of milk." Shiloh said to fill the sudden silence.

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Character Portrait: Azalea Mansi Character Portrait: Ara "Stormy" Varela Character Portrait: Shiloh Everbrooke Character Portrait: Payton Merrill Character Portrait: Archer Kerestone Character Portrait: Fletcher Lewis Hale Character Portrait: Tyler Richardson Character Portrait: Malakai William West

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Archer walked into the kitchen as soon as Daliah invited them to get something to eat. He rustled around in the large refrigerator for a bit but couldn't find anything that looked good. Walking over to the counter, he sat down just as Shiloh came inside. She was carrying two cougar kittens, and they didn't even have their eyes open. Daliah was talking to Shiloh, but Archer didn't try to make out the words. He just watched quietly as Shiloh fed the kittens. Coming over and sitting next to her on the floor, Archer heard the tiny cats mewling. They were two tiny lumps in Shiloh's jacket, and Archer resisted the urge to reach out and take one.

The empty milk cartons caught Archer's eye just as the silver-haired girl informed them that they were out. He smiled softly and looked at the cartons as deafening silence filled the room. He finally stood up and looked at the spectators. "What do you guys want? I can't cook, and I don't know about you, but I'm hungry for something not out of a fast food restaurant." He smiled as his stomach growled. The awkward silence was broken with a few smiles. Shuffling around the kitchen, Archer inspected all of the food storage places- midnight snack scoping. He looked at Shiloh again, who had the kittens fast asleep in her jacket.

Archer knew he was going to like this place.

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Character Portrait: Azalea Mansi Character Portrait: Ara "Stormy" Varela Character Portrait: Shiloh Everbrooke Character Portrait: Payton Merrill Character Portrait: Archer Kerestone Character Portrait: Fletcher Lewis Hale Character Portrait: Tyler Richardson Character Portrait: Malakai William West

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Hale gave his signature, dashing smile before laughing. “It’s okay. He seems to like you.” He studied Azalea for a moment. She wasn’t his type at all, her being the quiet, shy type. He usually went out with the outgoing, daring girls who weren’t afraid of everything. So why did he keep coming back to her? “You know, you’re different.” Hale looked at her thoughtfully. “But you’re a good kind of different. He seemed to be satisfied with his answer, as he leaned down and started to pet his dog on the head and scratch behind his ears. He looked up when Daliah spoke. He was pretty hungry, he had to admit.

“I don’t really know what I want to eat….” Hale heard from beside him, the soft voice of Azalea. He smiled at that. Of course she didn’t. She seemed like an indecisive person more than an impulsive thinker.

“If they have anything, then maybe we should just make something. What about chicken pot pie? I know how to make it.” He addressed everyone that was still in the room. Hale had learned to cook a few things from his adoptive mom when she had been taking a cooking class. He was glad that he had, though, because he didn’t want to be stuck with just grilling things, like most men.

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Character Portrait: Azalea Mansi Character Portrait: Ara "Stormy" Varela Character Portrait: Shiloh Everbrooke Character Portrait: Payton Merrill Character Portrait: Archer Kerestone Character Portrait: Fletcher Lewis Hale Character Portrait: Tyler Richardson Character Portrait: Malakai William West

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Azalea noticed that Hale kept smiling at her. Her eyes stayed in her lap and every once in awhile averting to Payton who seemed to be just lost in her own thoughts. She was glad Hale didn't mind that she was practically stealing his dog, Rocky. The girl found the simple name to be rather funny. A long time ago she decided if she were to ever get a pet, she'd name it after some sort of plant. That may seem rather corny and stereotypical to someone with her abilities, but nature was apart of her in every way.

Azalea felt his stare, and couldn't help but meet it for a quick second.
“You know, you’re different.” she heard him say. She couldn't help but raise a small brow.
"I believe we're all a little different" Azalea said quietly, unsure whether or not to be offended by the comment. “But you’re a good kind of different" he added while she was thinking. The girl didn't really have much of a response for him other than a small smile. She didn't really know what to think of him yet. He wasn't bad looking, but he was rather forward. Though unlike many of the guys she has met - he was kind. She shook her head of her thoughts and let a hand pet the white fur of his dog.

“If they have anything, then maybe we should just make something. What about chicken pot pie? I know how to make it.” Hale said in a slightly louder tone, addressing all those in the room.
"That sounds lovely" Azalea said quietly with a small nod, before looking to her soul sister. "Does that sound alright to you?" she asked, always considering other peoples needs before her own. Softly she moved the large white dog off her lap and stood up, brushing the fur off her black jeans and blue plaid shirt. For a moment she wondered if they were going to go shopping for clothes, as she didn't really bring much. But her thoughts were reassured when she remembered that her room had a full closet. Patting Payton's shoulder lightly she smiled.
"Cmon" she said before walking over to the kitchen, stopping in her tracks when she saw that the white haired girl had two cubs in her jacket. She didn't mind, she just didn't remember them coming in with the girl. Did she find them?
"Hello" Azalea said quietly to the girl before walking past to sit on one of the brown bar stools. She looked out the glass door, wanting to go back outside. Though it would be rude to do so if someone was making her dinner.

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Character Portrait: Azalea Mansi Character Portrait: Ara "Stormy" Varela Character Portrait: Shiloh Everbrooke Character Portrait: Payton Merrill Character Portrait: Archer Kerestone Character Portrait: Fletcher Lewis Hale Character Portrait: Tyler Richardson Character Portrait: Malakai William West

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As far of as she may have seemed to others, Payton was very aware of everything going on around her. She simply wasn't one to talk much, but listen instead. She was still hungry though. It had been unlike her to speak out at all earlier when she asked when dinner was, but that was okay. She was actually somewhat amused by Hale's obvious attraction to Azalea and her soul sister not quite sure how to deal with it. "I believe we're all a little different," Azalea replied to Hale and Payton mentally cheered because she said something.

If they have anything, then maybe we should just make something. What about chicken pot pie? I know how to make it.

Chicken pot pie... That sounded good. Payton could cook little things, but she was mostly hopeless when it came to stoves and frying pans. Give her something to bake? She'll make the most delicious cake you've ever had. Give her an egg to fry? Good luck cleaning up that mess. "That sounds lovely. Does that sound alright to you?" Azalea looked back at Payton and she simply nodded. Azalea patted Payton's shoulder, "C'mon.

Payton followed Azalea out of the living room, stopping when her soul sister stopped. She peered around her and saw that the white haired girl from earlier had some cubs. Payton briefly thought that it might be a good idea to have the cubs vaccinated, but she kept the thought to herself, simply nodding at the girl. She followed Azalea and sat down at one of the stools. Her soul sister briefly glanced at the glass door. She obviously wanted to go outside. Without a word, Payton walked over to the door and opened it, leaving the screen closed. She sat next to Azalea and poked her, "I think Hale might like you..."