>Une forêt, Royaume des Tobreros<
>17 mai 1912 - 2h04 <
Au milieu d'une forêt ancienne, belle, au pied d'un grand arbre, se trouve une bague de champignons. Les 6 champignons sont grands, juste assez grands pour permettre à une personne de s'asseoir sur un. Il n'y a pas d'ordre particulier pour eux, juste un cercle. Et quelques nuits, quand la lune est pleine et grande dans le ciel, 6 personnes s'assoient à eux. Si vous pouviez les appeler. Ils ne ressemblent pas exactement à la partie des gens, mais ils ont l'air trop humains pour ne pas être appelés ainsi. Ils ont ce qui semble être des oreilles pointues. Leurs dents canines sont allongées, ressemblant à celles d'un vampire. Et le plus étrange de tous, ils semblent briller. Une faible lumière blanche éclatante semble entourer chacun d'eux.
Mais cette nuit, l'un des sièges est vide. Les cinq qui sont présents semblent agités et nerveux, pour une raison inconnue. Une femelle à la peau foncée se promène impatiemment, ses doigts se ferment dans un poing.
"Où est-elle?" L'étrange femme grogne. "Elle aurait dû être là il y a une heure!" Sa voix est vive et agitée, mais quelque chose d'autre est caché sous son ton. La peur, peut-être? Elle ne montre certainement aucun signe de peur, car ses yeux sont rétrécis et ses dents barrées.
Un homme aux cheveux argentés met sa grande main sur l'épaule de la femme, sa face arrière sans fin. "Imra, il faut attendre Velatha."il dit, sa voix profonde et grave. "Tu sais comment elle est. Maintenant arrête de faire du piment, ça te donne l'air d'un enfant."
Imra lui brosse la main de l'épaule, assis sur un des champignons. « Nous sommes censés être le Conseil des Six, pas le Conseil des Cinq! » Elle dit que ses yeux se sont rétrécis. Mais ses yeux s'adoucissent un peu, regardant le mâle aux cheveux argentés. "Elle pourrait être blessée, Tanyl! Tu sais comment ça s'est passé récemment. On en a perdu tellement... » Sa voix semble s'éloigner, ses yeux s'installant sur le sol. Les autres ont aussi un regard triste sur leur visage.
« Je suis d'accord avec Tanyl », dit une femme à peau pâle à gauche d'Imra. Ses cheveux blancs se démarquent contre le noir de son manteau, créant un look qui ressemble à de la neige contre le noir de la nuit. "Tu dois te calmer, Imra. C'est ce genre de chose qui les attire." Comme elle le dit, ses yeux rouges de sang se ferment lamentablement.
Soudain, un cri retentit dans la forêt environnante. Les yeux de la femme à la peau pâle s'ouvrent, et Imra saute à ses pieds, ignorant l'éblouissement de Tanyl.
"Velatha." Elle respire et s'élance dans la forêt.
"Damnit!" Tanyl grogne, et se déplace vers la femelle aux yeux rouges. "Emiri, va chercher Imra. Vous ne devez pas la laisser faire quoi que ce soit d'irréfléchi. Qildor, Amren et moi allons rester ici et protéger l'arbre."
Emiri est debout, et des malédictions. "Pourquoi est-ce que je suis toujours coincée à la poursuivre?" Elle mute, et s'en va après la silhouette fugace d'Imra.

Amélie Kendrick
Bip, bip. va à l'alarme. Un gémissement sonne du lit, et la tête d'Amélie se lève de l'oreiller. Elle regarde dans sa brume de sommeil, avant de retourner sur son oreiller. l'alarme continue avec son bip incessant, et elle gémit à nouveau.
"Fais chier, veux-tu?" Elle mutters, à la recherche du bouton snooze. Mais elle avait arraché le bouton de cette alarme il y a des années, et tout ce qui restait de lui était un gâchis de fils retournés. Elle a admis que ce n'était pas le plus sûr des choses à faire, mais qu'est-ce qu'elle devait faire d'autre? Ainsi, quand Amélie toucha les fils, et ensuite donna un yelp stupéfait. Elle s'est branlée, les yeux larges. "Damnit!"elle a crié. "J'ai vraiment besoin d'être réparé..."
Amélie a appuyé sur le bouton de son alarme, et s'est étendue, bâillant. Après être sortie de son lit, elle a commencé à faire sa routine matinale dans la salle de bains. Tu sais, se doucher, te brosser les cheveux, t'habiller, tout ça. Lorsqu'elle est sortie de sa chambre, elle portait un chemisier en plaid avec un jean violet foncé et sa paire de chaussures de tennis préférées. Elle était prête à relever les défis de la journée, et avec son attitude, elle était susceptible de réussir.
Le premier endroit où Amélie est allé était la cuisine, comme d'habitude. Elle a craqué un tas d'œufs pour elle et ses coéquipiers. Le supplément serait pour les restes, bien sûr. Elle a pris du bacon de dinde dans le frigo, et a commencé à le faire frire aussi. Puis quelques pommes de terre, avec quelques épices delctables. À l'heure actuelle, l'odeur du délicieux repas se répandait dans toute la base. Elle a bourdonné pendant qu'elle travaillait, en renversant les choses si souvent.
"Je prépare le petit déjeuner, les gars!" Elle a crié dans le couloir.

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𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆:Amelie "Mel" Kendrick
𝑨𝒈𝒆:23
𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓:Female, Heterosexual
𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕:5'5
𝑾𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕:147 pounds
𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔: Fuschia Butterfly
Amelie's sleek, raven-black hair goes down to her waist, usually loose and free, but always having what seems to be arainbow colored hairclip in her hair, on the right side of her head. Her dark grey eyes are accented by her defined, sharp eyebrows and light eye shadow. She has full lips that are usually covered in lip gloss. When she smiles, she has a dimple in her left cheek. Mel has a slender build, primarily built for agility rather than strength. Due to a constant regime of intense training and a balanced diet, she has a toned, athletic body, which she is quite proud of.
𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑶𝒖𝒕𝒇𝒊𝒕:
Amelie's casual outfit usually consists of some colorful jeans and a plaid blouse with lots of pockets for the purpose of keeping essential things with her, such as her phone. Her shoes are normally some Converse All Stars, practical and used. Her long black hair usually tumbles over this ensemble, leading to a fairly fun and lovely look.
(note, everything that is blue on the above outfit is fuschia) Amelie's outfit consists of a suit of armor and sturdy boots. The armor is made out of a special metal that can resist most punctures. The armor is lightly decorated, the area near her belly button covered in a fuschia star. There are four belts near her buttocks, holding up a light pink cape. There is a second cape that is a darker fuschia that's attached to the stitched collar on her neck. She has two shoulder caps that connect her body armor to her arms. Her whole body, from head to toe, is covered in metal. She uses a big black claymore, that is almost the size of her whole body.
𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚: Mel is normally a very active person. Never very passive or lazy, she's constantly doing something, whether it's cooking, working out, running, or even cleaning, she isn't the type to just sit around and do nothing. She's not afraid to voice her own opinion, being extremely bold and talkative. Despite her animated-ness, she finds it extremely hard to trust other people as soon as she has met them. It normally takes her a few months to warm up to them, but it's almost never shown that she can't trust someone. Most of the time, it's concealed behind her smiles and talking. Amelie is very healthy, doing a daily workout and having a strict diet. She often cooks for her teammates, saying that if they're going to stand around and eat nothing but junk food all day, then she'll cook. She enjoys a good spar once in a while, with an opponent that'll challenge her, of course.
𝑯𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚: Amelie was born on the day of March 27th, 1994, along with her identical twin sister Jana. Unfortunately, their mother died during their birth, leading to their father taking care of them for most of their lives.
But their father wasn't a nice man. Actually, he was rarely kind to his two daughters. Most of the time, he acted cold to their desires, ignoring them. They didn't exactly like this treatment, but they definitely preferred it to his other mood. Angry. When their father was angered, he'd hit them and yell at them. Amelie and her twin were in perpetual fear for most of their young lives, waiting for the moment when their father would come home and either act cold, or take out his anger on them.
Through the course of her childhood, Amelie had imagined herself as a brave hero who would take out all the baddies. She had even drawn it a couple of times, and showed it to her sister. But those fantasies quickly stopped, when as a naive 6 year-old, she had deigned to show her drawings to her daddy. Her father tore them up, and put them in the trash, yelling at her about how it was 'impossible' to be such a thing. It simply didn't exist.
When Amelie was 15, she grew sick of this treatment. She was tired of how her father treated her like dirt instead of his daughter. The breaking point came when she found her father in the kitchen with her sister, screaming at her with such fury. Then he kicked her. And she came marching into that kitchen, telling him to stop. She shielded her sobbing sister, screaming at him to stop. And that day, he backhanded her so hard blood came out of her mouth. And she ran into her room with her sister, and cried for what seemed forever. And when Jana was long asleep, a songbird came into her room.
"Amelie, you have always wanted to be a hero, correct?" Said the bird. Amelie blinked for a moment, before turning away. Her mind must have just been playing tricks on her. She turned away, towards her sister.
"I don't know. I've just always wanted to protect her. Silly, right?" Amelie had said. At the time, it had seemed silly. Because being a hero was impossible. It was silly. Could never happen.
"But Amelie, it's not impossible." The bird had whispered. "Come with me. I'll show you that being a hero is possible. But there's a cost."
"What is it?" Mel had said desperately. "I'll do anything. Anything if I can get her and myself out of this."
"You will have to leave your home. And sacrifice your life to protect the Earth. Do you want to do that?"
Amelie had nodded. "It's the only way to go, unless I want to actually stay here."
"Come with me, I'll show you." Said the songbird. Then she was whisked away into the underground.
She passed the tests, and became a Butterfly. She had selected the color Fuschia, being her favorite color and all. And she finally found the strength to stand up and fight for herself.
She dialed the New York police, on her phone, and held up to her ear. "Hello, I would like to report a case of child abuse..."
Why couldn't he love me? Was I just unlovable? Am I just unlovable?