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April Hood

"A picture is worth a thousand words - and more."

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a character in “The Forbidden Games; The Untold Tale”, as played by Kura Ravengade

Description

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"Everything is not always what it seems, amare*."






* Translations for all Italian words at bottom

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"You want to know about me? Well, I don't see why I wouldn't tell you."[/color][/size]

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Name: April Marie Hood
"It's the name that my parents gave me, and I wouldn't change it for the world."

Nickname(s): Little Red Riding Hood, Little Italian, Italy, Azzurro*
"They're a bit silly, but shortening 'April' was never really an option."

Age: 16
"It's the age that I receive more freedom at. I can drive, work more hours, and therefore earn more money. And I can officially date, too - not that it really matters much."

Grade: Junior
"It's the grade that most of my friends are in. I'm just lucky that I skipped a grade."

Gender: Female
"You honestly can't tell? Well, that's a bit offensive!"

Height: 5'6"
"I'm not short, and I'm not tall. I'm ... Average."

Weight: 125lbs
"Just like my height, I'm not fat, nor am I too skinny. I'm average."

Scars: A small scar on the underside of the left side of her chin, and another along the hairline on the right side of her forehead, along with several that curl around her neck in quick flicks, several scars on her back, and three connected scars that form a 'Y' in the palm of her right hand.
"I ... I don't want to talk about them ..."

Tattoos: Note ~ Her back tattoos were all taken in an effort to conceal the scars there.
Back/Tree
Lower Left Back/Feather&Birds
Back of Neck/Butterfly
Right Shoulder/Feather&Birds
Left Wrist/Elliot
Hip tattoo/Heart
"I'm not a freak. I just don't like my scars, so stop asking about them."

Birthmarks: She has a birthmark in the shape of a tree on the middle of the back of her right thigh.
"It looks like a Christmas Tree!"

Piercings: With a simple diamond nose stud, an intricate belly button piercing, three piercings in her left ear, two different types of ear cuffsshe tends to come off as slightly weird, but in actuality is quite sane. Coupled with two piercings in each ear, and she's become a bit of a piercing fan.
"Once again, I'm not a freak. I just think they're cool."

Fear:
~ Pediophobia
The fear of dolls.
Ever heard of the doll Chucky? She's extremely afraid of him. She watched a movie with him in it with her aunt when she was seven and has been afraid ever since, even though she knows that he isn't real and never will be.

~ Thalassophobia
She has a severe fear of large bodies of water that originates from a near-death experience when she was four and went on vacation to England. The tide swept her out and it was so powerful that it overcame her. She was in coma for two months.
~ Metathesiophobia
Fear of changes..
~ Necrophobia
She has a deep fear of death, and although she knows it's inevitable, cannot overcome the fear.
"There's a reason for every person's fear. Whether it's personal experience or not, you shouldn't judge them on it, nor tease them. Also, you shouldn't use their fears against them."

Oddity:
~ She’s always loved birds, especially Peach-Faced Lovebirds
~ She has quite a contagious – and loud – laugh.
~ She tends to be too nice to people, as London is always telling her.
~ She has an odd addiction to twirling her hair when she’s bored, nervous, or embarrassed, without even realizing that she is doing so.
"Everyone’s weird in their own special way. It’s when they embrace that inner weirdness that it’s actually shown.”

Sexuality: Heterosexual
"I don't have anything against people who aren't heterosexual. I just prefer males - even though it's doubtful that I'll date one anytime soon."

Romantic Interest: April? She has crushes, but she's never had a serious relationship with anyone.
However, if willing to tell a person, the person that she has fallen for would be Deimos Talbot. She has no knowledge whatsoever of him being her secret admirer, other than the serenades that he gives her at her bedroom window - which are a bit creepy, in her opinion - but has found him to be like an adorable puppy for quite some time. When combining his attractive and devilish good looks with his romantic, sweet personality - or so it seems - she's sillypuddy in his hands. Not that she would ever tell him that, unless he confessed to her outright.
"Sure, I've had plenty of boys approach me about 'loving' me. Except the one that I really wish would ... But that’s a secret, so I can’t tell you his name!"

Nationality: She's originally from Italy, but moved to America when she was seven, which is when she met her friends, who immediately flocked her due to her accent.
"I would never trade my heritage for anything."

Job: She works part-time at a local bakery with her cousin, who owns it.
"I love baking, and I love delicious food. When combined, it's the perfect job for me! Besides, it pays well, and it's the family business."


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Personality:
{WIP}
"I am who I am, and I’m not about to change anything about myself.”

Likes:
~ Her crush
~ Cute boys
~ Flirting
~ Kittens
~ Puppies
~ Laughing
~ Friends and Family
~ Love
~ Sweet foods
~ Warm fires
~ Cool nights
~ Birds
"Everyone has to like something in this world. These just happen to be my somethings.”

Dislikes:
~ Sour and spicy foods
~ Arguments
~ Fighting
~ Anger
~ Hatred
~ Fire
~ Water
~ Chucky
~ Bad grades
~ Cold days
~ Death
"Some of these I despise, and some of them I just don’t like. Nonetheless, don’t confront me with them.”[/colo]

Talents:
~ She's come to be known as an art prodigy, and is often approached by people asking to paint portraits for them, or take pictures, due to her history with photography.
~ Due to her extensive work in baking, she’s quite the baker, and people would die for just a taste of her home-made, own-recipe custard pie.
~ After being in several sports over the years, she’s gained a talent for stamina and endurance to working out, running, or any physical activity.
~ She’s gone to nation-wide nationals for archery and prides herself on her shot.
~ Just as with her archery, she’s gone to nationals for her fencing.
[color=#0404B4]"Anyone can do these things. So long as you work hard enough, you can achieve whatever you wish.”


Flaws:
~ She’s a bit naïve about things pertaining to the world and the people in it.
~ When it comes to her fears, she’s struck frozen and immobile, unable to react.
~ She’s a bit naïve when it comes to boys, also, and what they feel or mean for certain things.
~ She has difficulty talking about her past before she moved to America. The only people who know about it are her relatives and London.
"Everyone has their bumps along the road of their life, even Italians.”

Weaknesses:
~ Animals
~ Her Loved Ones
~ Children
~ Elderly People
~ Love
~ Mentions of her Life in Italy/Family
"No matter what, you can always stand back up, even after being faced with your greatest of weaknesses, so long as you have the courage to do so.”

Hobbies:
~ Archery
~ Cooking
~ Photography
~ Fencing
~ Painting
~ Sketching
~ Tennis
~ Softball
~ Basketball
~ Volleyball
~ Student Council
"I love these things, so why wouldn’t I participate in doing them?”



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Bio:
Well, I suppose that I can tell you a bit about myself ... I'll just go ahead and start from the very beginning. It's an easier tale to tell by telling you outright every large occurrence in my life.

I was born to a wealthy Italian family in a small town near Florence, Italy, on February 22nd, 1997. My parents were Marie Antoinette Rosetto and Rafael Jeremial Hood. After my birth, there was Johnathon Jeremial Hood and Amelia Antoinette Hood, a pair of beautiful baby twins, who were four years younger than me.

My parents made most of their wealth in the wine business and named their alcohol L'amore di Hood
- The Love of Hood. The Hood's exports were well-known among high-society members, and after quite some time, they began to receive invites to private parties by rich socialites. Of course to their great regrets, they were gone from their children more and more often over the remaining years of their lives. Having hired a Governess and a nanny for their children, they found some of their guilt and sorrow to be eased, and went about their careers.[/i]

"I ... I'm sorry, but I can't continue telling this tale ..."

It was on January 19th, 2004, that everything began to change.

Feeling quite well-off enough to retire for a few years, the Hood's returned home to be with their children, who were now six and two years of age. The governess and nanny were given the week off, and as a celebration of their return home, and despite the cold that chilled the outdoors and anyone who dared to brave it, they decided to have a fire.

Snow would not be their friend on that night.

Although still a child in most and many ways, April was quite the mature young six year old, who would be seven in little less than a month. Noting the maturity in the young girl as she dealt with her siblings and practically raised them herself, the Hood's couple put her in charge of distinguishing the fire at the end of the night, while they returned the twins to their room.

What a mistake that would turn out to be.

Having thought that she took care of the fire, the little girl returned to her own room and settled into bed, and for the first time in months, was tucked in and sung to by her mother and father. After gentle kisses goodnight, they left.

It was eleven-thirty-two pm. on January 19th, 2004, that four members of the Hood's family left the world.

April survived only out of sheer instinct alone. She managed to escape out of her window and run for help, but only after she severely burnt her hand from the metal of her doorknob. Several licks of fire captured her and scarred her neck, and in her haste to escaped the burning wreckage of a home, she tripped and severally cute her chin and forehead. Now drenched in blood, she managed to climb from her bedroom, but the ladder in which plants grew upon on the side of her home was unstable in many ways. It detached from the house and sent her to the ground, causing deep lacerations to appear across her back. The rest of what occurred is a blur to her, but in the gist of it, she managed to run through the slowly-rising blizzard to a neighbor's house, coated in her own blood. It was too late, however, to save her family, and the only remnants she has of them are her inheritance, her families' company, and a few keepsakes that were salvaged from the wreckage.

She moved in with her aunt, her aunt's husband, and her two cousins once she was released from the hospital, but was diagnosed with what is now known most commonly for returning veterans as Post Dramatic Stress Disorder. She also has deep abandonment issues, finds all of her scars to be grotesque and fearsome, and tends to wear only one-pieces to swimming pools and beaches. When she arrived in America, she didn't attend school at the very beginning, but instead was held out of it for her own sake. Her shyness and naivety when it comes to people results from her history with loss, and she can't truly control how she reacts to most things. Her aunt and uncle have given her a relatively normal life, despite the constant visitations to psychiatrists and doctors to ensure that her mental and physical health are alright, and is still on medications for bodily pain, depression, and PTSD.

Her friends helped her integrate into America quite smoothly by easily welcoming them into her group, which had already been completed but had enough room for one more lonely girl, and having had ____ as a friend before moving to America helped with her ease. The two girls's parents had been friends due to their immense wealth and success, and the girls had met before on multiple occurrences. This resulted in them becoming quick but good friends, and are still best friends to this very day.

Her views on The Game, however, are quite clear.

She despises it, and finds it disgusting that someone that she had thought so kind is in actuality a cruel, sadistic young man.

"My past is my past, and there’s nothing that I can do to change it. My life with my aunt, uncle, and cousin has been extraordinary, and despite how much I miss my immediate family, I would trade the life I have now for nothing."

[b]Other:
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So begins...

April Hood's Story