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Leona Hopewell

"The most courageous act is to think for yourself."

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a character in “Turning Pages”, as played by dreammuffin

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"The most courageous act is still to think for yourself."





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Name:
Leona Red Hopewell

Nickname:
Red, Lee

Age:
21

Origin Story:
Little Red Riding Hood

Character:
Little Red

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Likes:
βœ“ Friends | Rain | the Forest | Dancing | Guitar | Animals | The color red | Brownies | Novels | Music | Disney Movies | Sleeping | Food | Swimming βœ“

Dislikes:
βœ— Clowns | The older Wolfe brother | Being confined | Bugs | Roller coasters | Scary movies | Country music | Pizza | Being underestimated | Clumsiness | Messy things | Being ignored | Sound of knuckles cracking βœ—




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Fears:
Being Alone - She's afraid of losing the people she loves, and being left alone.
Elder Wolfe brother - After what he tried to do to her grandmother, she hates him a lot, and a part of her even fears him.
Clowns - It's not really a rational fear, but she can't stand clowns. Their make-up, wigs, and smiles all creep her out.

Hobbies:
Swimming - She swims in the lake on her many outings into the forest, or at the community pool. It's something that calms her down when she's too stressed out.
Playing Guitar - She learned how to play from a young age, and would practice with her grandmother, until she was too sick to leave her bed.
Dancing - While she isn't amazing at it, dancing is something she loves to do. When she's in a really good mood, she might do a little dance to show her happiness.

Powers:
When wearing her red 'cape', Red is immune to all forms of conventional external physical damage. She's impervious to cuts, broken bones, and any damage done to her body. Her skin becomes impenetrable. Red is unable to feel physical pain as well, allowing her to think clearly and continue to move despite grievous injury. She's also immune to bleeding or loss of limb. Death due to old age is seemingly the only cause of death to the user.

Red is only granted these powers when she's wearing the cloak, or at least in physical touch with it. If not, she retains her mortal state, and is prone to injuries and pain.

Strengths:
Playing Guitar - She's very good at playing the guitar, having played from a very young age. Her learned ear can even replicate a song just by listening to it.
Swimming - She's very skilled at swimming, and was the team captain in high school.
Cooking - She had gotten really good at cooking on her many trips to her grandmother's house to bring her food.

Flaws:
Impatient - Leona isn't that great with waiting for things, and that gets her into trouble sometimes.
Trusting - She can trust people too easily, making it pretty easy for people to manipulate her.




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Personality:
Leona is a very confident person, always with a smile on her face and a cheery greeting. She's always one to easily start a conversation with someone, regardless if she knows them or not. Red isn't one to shy away from people, rather, she welcomes them. She isn't afraid to voice her opinions, or show her disagreement in something.

Her charisma makes it easy to make friends where ever she goes. She lends a listening ear to anyone who needs it, and always willing to let them talk out any problems. She tends to get a little talkative when she's in a good move. Whenever someone cracks a joke, she'll probably be the loudest to laugh.

Leona is really caring towards her friends and the people around her. They might not notice it, but it's in the little things she does. She can go to great lengths to protect someone, or help them in any way. It's her way of showing others that she's someone to be trusted or liked.

She grew up as an independent person, never choosing to rely on anyone for anything. Being babied or underestimated is something she loathes. She sure people know that she isn't someone to be protected, she can take care of herself. Her independent nature becomes plain in the thing she does, like venturing out into the forest alone. While others might be wary, she's turned it into her second home.

Her intelligence isn't one that just comes from books and school. While she may excel academically, she's also clever in other things too. Most of her time is spent in the forest, and that has granted her some very important knowledge. She knows a lot of things about herbs, the animals, and other stuff. She's also very good at problem solving, finding the best solution for a given situation.

Despite her sweet personality, she's always guarded towards others. Her emotions are something she rarely discusses. She feels that talking about her feelings and telling others is a sign of weakness, and she doesn't like to trouble others with that kind of stuff. She would much rather let someone else talk to her about something, as she's always there to lend a listening ear.

|| Confident || Charismatic || Caring || Independent || Intelligent || Guarded ||

History:
Leona was born to Elena and Charles Hopewell. Her father died when she was very young, and it left her with her mother and grandmother. Growing up, Leona was very close with her grandmother. The lady taught her so many things, like music and dance. Her grandmother was such a kind, gentle woman who Leona looked up to a lot. Everyday, the little one would run off to her grandmother's house, and was always guaranteed a good time. Her love for the forest came from her grandmother as well. They would go on walks, and she would be told everything her grandmother knew about the woods and animals.

Red was what her grandmother affectionately called her, and her mother seemed to be the only one to address her with her first name, Leona. For her 10th birthday, she was gifted a red cloak from her grandmother. It was unknown to her that it was a magical cloak, and had powers. She found out before long. One day, she went into the forest alone, climbing up her favorite tree. The cloak got snagged on a branch, and she plummeted from a great height. She should have broken a few bones, and had scrapes and cuts, but there was nothing. Her skin was smooth, bones intact, and she felt no pain.

From then on, she didn't go anywhere without her red cloak. She later found out that it could change its appearance, once it was a cloak, then a cardigan, then a scarf, and so on. There was a time she couldn't control what the cloak became, but she soon figured it out. Better for her, since it would be inconvenient to wear a cloak during the summer months. When Leona reached the age of 15, her grandmother got very ill. She was bedridden, and only had enough energy to do the basics, like bathe and sleep. She took it upon herself to cook food and take it to her grandmother everyday.

On one such day, when she was 17, she was walking along the path to the house. She decided to go off the path and take a detour, to enjoy the forest along the way. When she got there, the window was broken, and she ran inside. The inside of the house was in shambles as furniture was thrown aside. A large wolf was hunched over her poor grandmother. She dropped the food and screamed, unable to do anything else. The wolf's attention shifted towards her, and pounced. She was saved by the cloak, now in the form of a hoodie. The wolf had went berserk, and then left. Luckily, her grandmother wasn't killed.

She knew who it was -- the elder Wolfe sibling. Everyone in town had known about the brothers' secret for a long time. Ever since then, she had come to hate the murderous Wolfe brother.

Other: Anything else you want to add.

Red Hood - Her red hood is a magical article of clothing that can shift it's appearance. It can change forms from a hood to a cloak, scarf, or anything that Leona wants it to be. No matter what form it's in, it always retains it's bright red color.

So begins...

Leona Hopewell's Story

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Time: 7.30am, Saturday
Weather: Fine, light breeze
High of 23ΒΊC (73ΒΊF)


Folksdale Morning Radio:
'Good morning Folksdale, I'm your morning host Jiminy and what an excellent morning it is. Beautiful blue sky, stunning outlook onto our fairytale town and the promise of a magical day to come. There's little to announce from the night, but today promises to be a stunner. Gepetto is having a sale on wooden figurines and Belle's Bookstore will be hosting a book signing with the award winning author of 'Lamps: 101 uses'. I've also been told to remind all our listeners to watch out for the bridge just past Spinners' Lane, it appears a troll has taken up residence beneath...'



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Sunlight filtered through the white curtains, a gap in the hangings letting a single ray of golden sunlight spill into the room. It landed across Jane's eyes and acted as well as any buzzing alarm to tell the girl that it was time to rise. With a single groan of protest Jane pushed the blankets off her and sat up straight. She stretched, her arms out behind her back and then above her head. A moment later, sleep finally receding, she set her legs onto the carpeted floor and stood. A snap of her fingers flicked the light switch across the room up and the bulb turned on, illuminating the chaos of Jane's room. Clothes covered the majority of her floor, clean and dirty mixed indiscriminately. On her desk a spell book sat open surrounded by scribbled notes. Jane had been looking through the tome late last night, hoping to find any useful spells to help replace Mary Poppins' protective spells on the town.

A scratching at Jane's door alerted her to the presence of a persistent visitor. Another snap of her fingers saw the knob turn and the door opened. The visitor, the black and grey family cat, was old, tubby and probably thought that he ruled the house.
"Morning Thomas" Jane murmured as the cat wondered in. Thomas didn't deign to respond, instead he pranced over to Jane's bed, jumped up and immediately began to make himself comfortable. "Lucky for some" Jane muttered to the cat as she pulled off her pyjamas and swapped them for her running gear. Luckily the shirt, shorts and sneakers were all in a neat pile on her drawers and not amongst the mountain of clothing on her floor. Dressed, Jane left her room and wondered downstairs, dropping into the kitchen for a bottle of water and a light morning snack. Not seeing any of her family up yet Jane let herself out of the house quietly, grabbed her bike and pushed it out to the street.

The ride to Eddie's place was relatively short. Traffic was light early morning and the weather was fine. No doubt the day would prove a stunning one, even know Jane could see little sign of the weather turning fowl. The morning was bright, crisp and perfect for running, which was coincidentally what Jane was about to do. With a final pedal on her bike she cruised down the street before skidding to a stop outside Eddie's house and jumping onto the pavement. She pulled her bike up to the front of the house and let it rest beside the front door. Jane glanced at the watch on her wrist, 7.20 am exactly. Right on time. She hopped up to the front door and gave the frame a short, sharp rap. A squawk, that of an angry bird, answered followed by the sound of feet. Jane took a step back as the door opened and Eddie greeted Jane, a disgruntled parrot seated on his arm.




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Eddie had been up for a few hours. His current roomate, a emerald green parrot named Murray, was a demanding fellow and required frequent assurances that everything was alright. Eddie, used to such sleepless nights, was more concerned that Murray's persistent squawks would wake the two humans that Eddie shared the house with. Eddie frequently brought sick animals home from the vets, ones that needed overnight observation. Most of them weren't quite as loud as Murray. Because of that Eddie was up and dressed before the sun rose, making breakfast for his human house mates as a way of saying sorry in case the parrot had pestered them overnight.

Bacon fried in the pan, eggs were being scrambled and Eddie had just finished buttering the toast. If the smell didn't rouse his flatmates he was sure that the sun beginning to stream through the house would. Nevertheless he had a plan B in case they couldn't pull themselves out of bed before the food went cold. Eddie placed the food on a plate and tucked it into the oven. Hopefully it would stay warm in there until they saw it, and if it was still there when Eddie came back from his run then he would just have to eat it himself. Eddie glanced at the kitchen clock, realised he had little time left and quickly scribbled a note for Sam explaining that he had left her breakfast. He even drew her a sad excuse for a dog beneath the note, knowing that she loved the animals.

A moment later, Murray hanging off one arm, Eddie answered the door to find his long time friend and running buddy waiting.
"Two secs." Eddie said before quickly dodging back into his room and gently placing Murray back in his cage. He arrived back at the front door to find Jane still in the same place,
"Something smells good." She commented as Eddie closed the front door behind him.
"Bacon and eggs." Eddie explained as the two began a gentle jog down the street, "With any luck they'll be some for us when we're done." He added.
"Definitely better than porridge." Jane giggled. Jane had always found it strange that Eddie's favourite food was porridge and she enjoyed teasing him about it. Eddie decided against replying, instead he simply pocked his tongue out and directed the pair down their usual track that would eventually lead them into and through the forest.

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Christopher woke up on his own, not sleeping too well through the night. He didn't wake up alarmed that he was in someone else's house, in someone else's bed, he slept there on purpose. He felt safe knowing Leona was there. She always managed to handle herself, and stay safe. He was originally sleeping on the couch, but moved to her room and slid into bed next to her. Chris didn't think she would mind, they were already close, almost sibling like. He yawned, but stretched it out to kept it quiet, not wanting to wake her up if she was still sleeping. His yawns normally sounded like roars, but he wanted to let her sleep. He even went to the lengths of making sure he hadn't disrupted the blankets to much, and tried to return them as they were.

Making his way to a kitchen, he opened the fridge and grabbed some eggs. Cracking them in a bowl and scrambling them, he put them on a hot pan. Hitting the heat, the mix solidified. Lifting the edges, he tilted the pan so the rest of the egg would cook. Putting cheese on it, he folded it over and split it, placing it on two plates. An idea soon came to him, and Chris instantly acted. She would probably smile if he got flowers. Opening the front door, a cat ran off and startled him. "Damn cat.." He had to search a little bit, but he soon entered the house again, flowers in hand. Putting them on the table he headed back for Leona. Chris got another idea and changed his mind on the flowers. He took them of the table and woke her up flowers in hand. Leaning in towards her, he tucked the flowers close to his chest so they wouldn't be squished. In a quick motion, he flicked his tongue between his lips dabbing her forehead. Pulling back he did it again on her cheek. "Good morning. I got breakfast. But it's ovah theyah in the kitchen." Chris stayed standing by her bed, not going off without her.

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Leona squirmed in bed slightly as she felt something moist on her forehead. She mumbled for a moment, still lost in her dreams. The feeling came again on her cheek, and this time, she was lifted out of her slumber. Her eyes fluttered open to see Chris standing over her. It took her a moment to realize what he had done, and she quickly sat up in bed. He had weird habit of licking people to wake them up, which to her was slightly more amusing than irritating, lucky for him. "Geez Chris," she chided as she wiped her cheek with her hand. None the less, she smiled as her eyes landed on the flowers he held in his hand. "Good morning. I got breakfast. But it's ovah theyah in the kitchen." "Good morning!" She replied.

Getting out of bed, she reached her arms over her head and stretched. She ran a hand through her wavy blonde hair to get some tangles out, and not have it look so messy. Holding out her hands, she took the flowers he so carefully held. "These are beautiful," she said as she went into the kitchen to find a vase. Leona was pleasantly surprised by the aroma of the breakfast Chris had whipped up. Taking a vase, she quickly filled it with water and put the flowers in. Setting it on the table, she looked at Chris. "I'm going to take a shower, I'll make it quick so the food doesn't get cold."

Grabbing a towel, she went into the bathroom to take a shower. She let the hot water run down her body as steam curled around the room, fogging up the mirror. For some reason, she liked taking hot showers. It always relaxed her, and even made her sleepy, though that's probably not what she needed right now. Turning off the water, she wrapped herself in a towel and got out. Her stomach lightly rumbled as hunger settled in.

She quickly put on her clothes, turning her red 'cloak' into a cardigan. Red never left the house without it. She always felt safe with it on, and has been wearing it everyday, in one for or another. Reappearing in the kitchen, she sat down at the table, and ate. "This is really good, it's nice to have someone else cook for a change," she said complimented with a smile.

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As Chris woke her up, she didn't get too mad at him for licking her. "Geez Chris," Leona didn't sound to happy, but the flowers soon changed her mind. "Good morning!" Wiping her face, she rose out of bed. Her arms rose above her head, and with his free hand Chris met hers, almost like a high-five. Bringing his arms back down, he didn't, really stare at her stretched body. He didn't really see the point. He was just in bed with her, but didn't think of it that way too much. Taking the flowers from his hand, Chris knew he did well. "These are beautiful," He thought to himself, why not keep going. "Yea.. like you." He knew what he was doing. He wanted to make her happy. Even if she ended up shooting him down, he didn't really care.

After searching shortly, she had found a vase to put the flowers he picked for her in. He watched her as she set them on the table and soon looked to him. "I'm going to take a shower, I'll make it quick so the food doesn't get cold." "Okay," nodding in response. He didn't mind if she did that. It wasn't like any of them were planning on showering together. Chris ended up just waiting for her. There wasn't much he could do. Barging in while she was showering was out of the question. He had licked her, that was for sure, but if you add nudity into that mix it'd be a lot different.

When Leona returned, she was wearing something different. Shorts, a tank top of sorts and a red sweater. "You look pretty." Now that she was with him, he started to eat the eggs. "This is really good, it's nice to have someone else cook for a change," Chris looked up to her and smiled. "Thanks.. well, why should you be cookin' em? You let me sleep heyah." Even if she wasn't being so nice to him, Chris knew he would of been doing things for her. It's just the way he was. "So.. any idea of what we're doing today?" He knew he didn't, but he would surely find something. He wanted to know if Leona had any plans. She was more structured than he was, and he trusted her.

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Organizing a bookstore was like life--a delicate balance between beauty and functionality. On the one hand, scattered books and slightly askew shelves gave the place a sort of welcoming, lived-in look. On the other hand, an organized, spotless store was the most effective for finding exactly what a customer was looking for and appealed to those used to a bigger city way of life. Wendy preferred something in between the two, and the store owner had never objected. She organized everything, making sure to front and display especially the newer and more popular materials, but left little notes of discord everywhere. For example, the corner with a couch and several chairs, with small end tables ornamented by lamps with illustrations from children's tales, looked bare if too neat. A small but selective pile of books on each end table, made it look more welcoming, along with the pillows she plumped up for the couch.

The floor was scrupulously clean, the windows sparkling (thank goodness they had a service for that, Wendy thought, as it would drive her spare to keep the glass perfect on her own), the register perfectly balanced and ready for the day. The only thing left was to put up a few more signs for the event and arrange the table and chairs for the author's signing, which she did quickly and efficiently. This particular author had no special requests that she'd been notified of, but that could mean that either the publicist was taking care of that or that she would be surprised last minute. With an unwrinkled brow, Wendy glanced over a small black notebook that she kept behind the counter. In it was listed every service in town with a specific eye to the often eccentric needs of authors, and especially those services that delivered very quickly. It was always best to be prepared.

Wendy looked over the shop with pride. Everything in the store was exactly the way she wanted it. The only fly in the ointment was that there were going to be customers in and out all morning, disturbing her good work before the signing, but thankfully the event was in the afternoon rather than the evening. Taking a deep breath in and out, Wendy turned on the automatic tea kettle she kept hidden behind the counter and made herself a nice cup of tea. She took a delicate sip out of a delicate teacup, enjoying the flavor and the silence, as well as the organized space in front of her, before she went to turn the bookstore sign to "Open." And since it might very well be a quiet morning, she pulled out her notebook from a cupboard and continued a story she had been working on.

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Leona looked up and smiled sheepishly as she finished the food quite quickly. Her hunger had gotten the better of her. She sat back, waiting for Chris to finish. "Thanks.. well, why should you be cookin' em? You let me sleep heyah." "It's no problem, it's fun having you over." She downed her glass of orange juice before looking up at Chris again. "So.. any idea of what we're doing today?" "Well, I was gonna go into the forest as always, maybe pick some flowers for grandma if I feel like it. We could stop by Peter's treehouse too."

Leona looked at him expectantly, before she got up from the table. She went into a small closet, and fished something out. It was an old woven basket, with a curved handle. She slung the empty basket on her wrist, and rejoined Chris in the kitchen. "In case we need to bring something back," she explained to him.

When Chris was ready, she grabbed the basket and left the house after him, leaving the door unlocked. She knew practically everyone from the town, and it was a pretty safe place. She circled walked off her porch, and down the street. She passed a few houses, before the tall trees of the woods came into view. She angled herself towards the trees, and as she got closer, she could see a dirt path worn into the ground by feet. As she took the path, she turned to Chris. "Be careful, ok?" It was a small lecture she gave Chris every time he accompanied her into the woods. It wasn't that the woods were that dangerous, the worst that could happen is trip over a branch or touch poison ivy. Then again, Chris was a curious guy, and he might do just that. It was more of her being a little overly protective.

As the two walked further into the forest, the trees got thicker, and the noise of the town quieted. All that could be heard now was the sound of birds chirping, animals scurrying, and the rustle of leaves in the wind.

Out of the corner of her eye, Leona spotted something light pink, and she turned to see what it was. There was a cluster of stargazers, a flower that looks similar to a lily, at the base of a tree. Crouching down, she picked two of them, placing them gently in her basket. Getting back up, she looked at Chris happily. "Tell me of you see more flowers, it looks like I'm in the mood for flower picking~" She gestured to her basket. "If we find a lot, I can add them to the flowers you got me this morning," she added with a smile.

After a few minutes, a familiar tree came into view, standing out from the scrawny trees surrounding it. Amidst the leaves and branches sat a small house made of wood. "Ah, there's Peter's treehouse."

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"It's no problem, it's fun having you over" Chris smiled and giggled a bit at her comment. "Well, I was gonna go into the forest as always, maybe pick some flowers for grandma if I feel like it. We could stop by Peter's treehouse too." "Aight." He was going to go with her anyway.

Chris stood up from the table, but stayed and watched Leona go to the closet. He was curious as to what she planned on doing with the basket, but she soon explained. "aaaah.." If they did have to bring anything back, he'd carry it for her, but he would still need something to bring it back in. He left and turned around to see Leona leave the door.

Chris walked with her to the forest, looking around as the town slowly faded away. "Be careful, ok?" "Maybe." Chris smiled and laughed, sticking close to her as she went. Until he ran forward and flipped over a rock. His hands darted to the ground and his fingers moved. "Darn it." He moved to another rock and flipped it over. He cupped his hand and slammed it to the ground. "Yea!" He went back to Leona. "Look what I got." He opened his hand and there was a tiny salamander. He was going to let it go, he didn't plan on hurting it. He just liked to catch them for the challenge. Showing Leona was just verification that he did it.