Amélia Averyonna
 
Amelia n'était pas seule pendant très longtemps, dès qu'elle n'en avait pas une, mais deux autres personnes assises à la même table qu'elle. La première à se montrer était un garçon étranger à l'air (ou, était-elle l'étranger à l'air? Elle ne savait pas.) qui avait peut-être son âge. Il s'est assis près d'elle mais n'a rien dit, donc elle n'était pas sûre de quoi faire avec lui l'autre alors pour le laisser être et continuer à pratiquer tout en gardant un oeil sur lui.
La deuxième à se montrer était une fille qui était définitivement plus âgée qu'elle, encore avec des cheveux noirs, mais cette fois elle ressemblait plus à vivre dans le même pays qu'Amelia. Celui-ci a en fait décidé de lui parler, bien qu'elle ne s'adresse pas au garçon, ce qu'Amelia a noté semblait l'ennuyer un peu. Décidant qu'elle s'adressait à chacun d'eux, elle tira le reste de l'eau de sa bouteille, qui flottait alors ainsi entre ses deux nouvelles compagnes. Elle se concentra sur l'eau, la manipulant jusqu'à ce qu'elle exprime le message qu'elle voulait qu'elle le dise, qu'elle tourna alors lentement pour que les deux puissent le lire.
Bonjour. Mon nom est Amelia. Ravie de vous rencontrer. C'est ce qu'il a dit. Elle l'a donné quelques secondes avant de la déplacer vers une flèche, qu'elle avait pointée vers le garçon avant de se déplacer à nouveau en mots. Quel est votre nom?
Name:
Amelia Alison Averyonna
Age:
11
Gender:
Female
Year:
1st
Element:
Water
Parents:
Unknown
Appearence:

Typical dress:
Amelia will typically wear whatever cloths to academy has provided her without complaint, though she has a preference for t-shirts and jeans, as she hates how exposed skirts make her feel. She often has a bottle of water at her side, to use as a means of communication and wears little to nothing as in the form of accessories. She also doesn't wear make-up, letting her natural beauty shine.
Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword,wits...):
Not a fan of combat, Amelia will rely on her wits and her powers if forced in a combat scenario.
Hometown:
Allentown, PA
Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...):
Amelia has an abnormally high amount of luck, surviving on the streets for most of her life without having to resort to drastic measures and despite having poor health.
Amelia also has a keen sense of hearing, picking up on sounds most others might miss.
Background
Amelia was born with the worst hand life could throw at her. She was a born mute, had a weak immune system, and was put into foster care before she could even have any memories of her parents. She was moved from home to home through much of her infancy, the foster parents unable to support her constant health needs, as it seemed as soon as she got over one illness, she would get struck with another.
Eventually, while still only five years old, the girl ran away from her latest foster home and into the streets. She was tired of feeling unwanted and tired of changing homes several times a year. So, she decided to just get away from it all and if she was to die alone, so be it. She would've died alone and unwanted anyway.
While on the streets, the young girl managed to survive through luck and wits, getting out of tough situations. She learned to accept local charity, taking cloths and food when they were provided, and resorting to scavenging when they weren't. Her health never got better and would cripple her from time to time, but she became skilled at holing herself up and staying out of everyone way until she got better.
Her life finally took a turn for the better only recently. Sleeping in one of her usually allies and hidden behind a pile of random garbage, she was awaken by the sudden appearance of a bright light. Curious, she cautiously peaked over the items surrounding her and was shocked by what she saw before her. A portal of pure energy, with a woman standing in front of it, looking around the ally, as if searching for something. Amelia slowly hide behind her protection, sure she was imagining things, when she heard the woman approach her. Looking up, she saw the woman looking down at her, a kind, almost pitying smile on her face.
The woman explained her purpose was to find and take Amelia to a school for special children, with the power to manipulate some of the elements that made up the world. Amelia, ever the cautious one by this point, was unwilling to go until she has some proof. It took an entire two hours of miscommunication, talking, and pondering, along with a small demonstration of the woman's ability to manipulate earth, to convince Amelia to come along.
Now, perhaps she could finally find a home and a place to stay, if at least for a little while.