'''Name:''' Delilah Pembridge
'''Age:''' 10
'''Race:''' Galdori
'''Place of Origin:''' Vienda, Anaxas

!!!Backstory:

Youngest daughter of the ever nosey Hyacinth Pembridge, Delilah was a promising child. Growing up in the Pembridge household with her sister Chastity, the young girl was the apple of everyones eye. Eight years Chastity's junior, the older Pembridge was like a nanny to the girl. Deliliah would spend most of her youngest years on Chastity's hip, being carried around the house, or even pushed around Vienda in her own fancy blue bassinet stroller. It was a sad day when Chastity went to Brunnhold, the two year old screamed the house down, and not a single thing her passive nannies did helped. The toddler bit and hit the women, wailing for near on a day. It was not her best moment. A sweet child, with delightfully dimpled cheeks and a shock of red curls, Delilah was never want for attention, and she knew it. Spending her days batting her eyelashes at her family, giggling and smiling her cutest smile, the young galdor always found she got what she wanted, and trouble never followed her.

In her seventh year of life, Delilah was told about Brunnhold and its wonderful grounds. Chastity came home for St Grumbles break, telling Delilah all about the exciting classes she would be in and the spells she'd learn how to cast. Gleefully, Delilah daydreamed of herself being a grownup, shooting down wick kints with lighting bolts. It was a fun daydream, and when she played, the youngster would always end up in a vigorating game of "Wick Blast!", in which she set up her stuffed toys and pretended to shoot them, throwing shoes and other various household products with loud and gigglefilled sound effects. Her parents looked on with loving encouragement, Hyacinth boasting to the rest of her socialite friends how her daughter was ever the galdori's galdor, not one of those silly sympathisers.

On her tenth birthday, dressed in her finest finary, ribbons in her red curls, Delilah was taken to Brunnhold for testing. Smiling her trademark dimpled smile and fluttering her long eyelashes at the testers, the youngster was taken away. Time passed, and eventually the testers left her alone in the room to tell her parents the results. Swinging her legs on the big chair, the young girl waited. And waited. And waited. Eventually, someone came back. A woman, hardfaced and stiff backed. She instructed Delilah to follow her. A little frightened, the girl slipped off the chair and followed obediently. Out in the hallway, her parents stood with the testers. Hyacinth shot her daughter a look of utter disgust and contempt. Shocked, the little girl continued to follow the stranger down stairs and to a rather dismal room. More of a broom closet. She handed the girl a pile of blue clothing and showed her a bed and a chamber pot, instructing her that this was her sleeping place and to promptly get changed. Delilah shook her head, this wasn't what Chastity had said about Brunnhold. Looking up at the woman, she asked to see her sister, her parents. She asked to go home. The woman looked down her nose at the child, before leaning close to her and speaking quietly.

"Your a passive, child. This is your home."

!!!Personality:

A sweet child, Delilah is the apple of everyones eye - or she was. Before the testing, she was always laughing and smiling, charming the adults with her cute antics and fluttering eyelashes. She enjoyed playing games and dancing, taking stolls around Vienda with her families servants and candies from Zachariah's Sweet Treats. Mister Zachariah was always nice to her and her mother. Since the testing, Delilah has become stubborn and pouty. She doesn't understand completely what's happened yet, and her natural reaction is to stand up and get what she wants, when she wants. Unfortunatly, the world doesn't work like that for her anymore. To the other passives, Delilah is short and mean, leaving her currently in the limbo between passive and galdor. The horrible transition and the breaking of spirit.

!!!Physical Description:

Delilah is short, being only ten and a galdor. She's a small framed child, taking after her father more than her mother, with porcelin white skin and well manicured hands. Her eyes are wide and framed with long thick lashes, a pretty doll blue, they were one of her most eduring features, along with her pretty child's smile and deep dimples in both cheeks. Her hair is a mass of soft shoulder length ringlets, that on any normal day, are styled into a fashionable updo common to the young galdori girls around her, interjected with pretty blue bows. Since her arrival, Delilah has lost all the bows, and the matron has pulled her curls into a quick bun, with a white headwrap overtop. Dressed in the standard passive uniform, the little girl has lost all finery she once owned. She has nothing but the uniform on her back and the items the passive matron has given her.

!!!Goals:

Learn to survive. Delilah knows how to be only one thing. A spoiled, want-for-nothing galdori. Now she must learn to survive as a servant, a scrap, a passive. What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger...right?

You know how this works

Accepted!

whee!!!