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Lieu: Wilcox Lodge
Interagir les uns avec les autres

La chambre d'hôtes Wilcox était un petit endroit sympathique, si un peu à la maison sur la gamme en sensation. Ce qui, a reflété Petyr, était probablement l'intention. Une petite tranche de Tennessee à Washington, pour ainsi dire. Petyr n'était pas sûr à quel point il se sentait en sécurité dans un tel endroit, mais Nina semblait penser que c'était une meilleure option que leur maison. Et il était assez difficile de discuter le point avec ce qui était soit un grand chien ou un petit loup trottant derrière elle comme un chiot perdu.
Eh bien, laissez-les décharger alors, il a dit comme il a posé son sac sur le lit. Comment allez-vous?Il a demandé tranquillement alors qu'il se tournait pour regarder sa sœur.
Aussi bien que je peux, je suppose... j'admets que je ne suis probablement pas tous ici..." Nina avait posé son propre sac sur l'un des lits, et s'est tournée pour regarder Petyr. Elle a atteint le chien et lui a donné une petite égratignure. Comment tu te débrouilles? J'ai réalisé que je n'avais pas vraiment demandé ça depuis... que nous étions à l'école.
Je suppose que je suis toujours en état de choc. Il s'est assis sur le lit un moment. Pourquoi est-ce arrivé? Et pourquoi aujourd'hui? Il n'a pas encore coulé, mais... je ne suis pas sûr si je peux revivre tout ça, tu sais?
Nina a déménagé pour s'asseoir à côté de lui et a mis sa tête sur son épaule et a fermé les yeux. Je sais, trop bien. Quand je l'ai vue là-haut... c'était comme Jan, encore une fois. Je ne peux pas le faire bratr. Je ne peux pas recommencer. Je ne veux plus rester dans cette ville si c'est ce qui va devenir normal ici. Petyr a entendu des sniffes de sa sœur essayer de cacher le fait qu'elle pleurait de lui. Sa réaction a été de mettre ses bras autour d'elle et de serrer doucement.
Nous allons passer par cette sestra. Je ne sais pas encore comment, mais nous trouverons un moyen. Alors reste avec moi, d'accord?
"Samozřejmě (bien sûr) bratr. J'espère que Tess ne l'a pas vu. Je lui ai dit de rester loin et de ne pas regarder, mais... eh bien. Je m'inquiète pour elle, et pour toi. » Nina a regardé son frère, alors qu'elle s'approchait un peu pour se sécher les yeux.
La réponse de Petyr a été de lui bourrer les cheveux un peu. Elle n'aimait pas trop qu'il fasse cela, mais cela a bien servi à briser la tension entre eux. Ne t'en fais pas pour moi, c'est mon boulot. Quant à Tess... elle a une bonne tête sur les épaules. Et si tout le reste échoue... peut-être qu'on va la chercher et qu'on s'occupe l'un de l'autre comme au bon vieux temps. Tu ressembles à la mort, mais je pense qu'une sieste serait un bon choix. Je serai là si tu as besoin de quoi que ce soit, alors repose-toi. Ça va?
Nina a fait le visage qu'elle faisait d'habitude quand il s'est étouffé les cheveux, en partie mordu, mais en partie amusé. Eh bien, si tu peux t'inquiéter de moi, je t'en voudrai parfois. Et oui, c'est vrai... tu as probablement raison. Une sieste serait une bonne idée. Ne craignez pas de me réveiller si vous avez besoin de quoi que ce soit aussi... Nina s'est levée et est allée à l'autre lit et a retiré son sac de lui. Elle l'a pliée à côté de l'oreiller, puis s'est couchée.
Petyr s'est assis sur son lit pendant un certain temps après que Nina s'est enfuie, pensant à n'importe quel nombre de choses. Dags s'était enroulé au pied de son lit, son nez faisant face à la porte de la chambre, ce qui lui a permis de se sentir un peu mieux en tournant son esprit ailleurs et sur tout ce qu'ils avaient traversé dans la dernière heure. Quelque part le long des lignes, quelque chose a cliqué dans sa tête. Il s'est retourné et a fait face loin de Nina, car il ne voulait pas la réveiller ou causer son inconfort. Son côté de la pièce serait de plus en plus froid à intervalles réguliers...
Petyr Jelen

“I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.”
-Faramir, The Two TowersThe Basics
|Name|
Petyr Silvich Jelen
|Nickname|
"Pete": Hates it. When asked why, his response is "It's a bastardization of a completely different name that happens to sound like mine. Don't call me it."
|Birth Date|
October 15th, 1997
|Age|
17
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
In The Mirror
|In Depth Appearance|
Petyr stands at 5'10", a little taller than his sister, but roughly average height for his age. He has dark brown hair that curls naturally around his head when it's long enough, and try as he might he can never seem to keep it in any kind of styling for long. He shaves regularly, but likes to keep a light amount of facial hair. In addition, he's a complete beanpole; very skinny, but not unhealthily so. He typically wears dark colors, lots of blacks, and enjoys wearing a button-up shirt over a plain t-shirt with cargo pants.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
None
Getting to Know Me
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Rock & Roll
✔ His sister
✔ Winter weather
✔ Pepperoni pizza
✔ Lord of the Rings
✔ His drum kit
✔ Blondes
✘ People who try to bully his sister
✘ Tattoos (not people who have them, the things themselves)
✘ Mornings
✘ The neighborhood Noise Curfew
✘ Small Town USA
✘ Never having known his mom
✘ Mushrooms (same as his sister)
|Hobbies|
Playing the drums, Listening to music, Reading
|Habits|
Tapping rhythmically on things, squatting when in deep thought, & walking backwards when conversing with someone while moving
|Fears|
☠Losing more of his family
☠Rejection & Failure
☠Dying
Delving Deeper
|Personality|
♦ Cheerful ♦ Protective ♦ Quick-Witted ♦ Anxious ♦
The best way to describe Petyr is to compare him to the snowy days he enjoys so much. On the surface, he usually seems very peaceful and collected, but that is because he's very good at hiding his internal struggles under a blanket of serenity. The actuality of it is that Petyr is a bit of an anxious mess, always worrying that he might not measure up in whatever way. When he puts his mind to it though, he does everything he can to pull through for the people he cares about.
|History|
It all happened so fast. One minute, Maria Jelen was on the delivery table having her baby boy coaxed out of her and into the world. Seven minutes after that, his sister followed. And then the problems happened. The monitors went crazy as the newly made mother began to struggle. The doctors cleared the babies and her husband to try and save her, but they would ultimately fail. Such was the first of many rough times that would eventually come upon the Jelen family.
Petyr and Nina's father was forced to take more hours at work to support his family as a single dad, leaving the twins very much in charge of themselves. They came to lean on one another, even more so than most siblings, as they grew up. Nina would let Petyr take the lead most of the time, and he would happily take it in his youth, but as he grew older her deference to and reliance on him would make him come to grips with the idea that he was the acting man of the house while their father was away. From there, the worrying started. What if he messed up? What if Nina or dad needed him to come through, and he couldn't? It was maddening, and it probably would have driven him into depression if he hadn't found a love for music.
Ever since he was 10, Petyr had loved the sound of rock and roll. Particularly the drums, how they resounded throughout an entire song. When he was 13, he decided he wanted his own kit. Knowing that his father couldn't afford it, Petyr took to taking small chores around town for small change; mow a lawn for $5, paint a wall for $7, but he really hit in the winter months when he would shovel snowy driveways for $10 each. Slowly but surely, he saved every penny he could make until he could afford a secondhand kit in decent condition. And then he practiced, at least as much as he could between school and the noise curfew. He would have joined a band at school, but there was no way to do that and hold his part-time job at the coffee shop, so he settled for continuing to practice at home. He isn't sure what he wants to do with his life, but he's fairly certain sticking with Nina will be part of whatever it ends up being.
|Family|
Silvester Jelen, Father. Age 47. Silvester raised his son and daughter the best he could on his own, however his world schedule was rather demanding and left the twins alone quite often. Petyr is closer to him than Nina is, but not by much.
Nina Jelen, sister. Age 17. Petyr’s best friend, and constant companion. They were born only seven minutes apart, but have not really separated from one another for very long. They always have each other’s backs, even if there are secrets they keep from each other (Petyr mainly keeps his deeper insecurities from her).
|Theme Song|
Untraveled Road by Thousand Foot Krutch
”So before we depart, let's leave a mark,
Because light shines brighter in the dark”
My Superpower
|Power Name|
Cryogenesis
|Power Descrption|
Petyr can create ice, snow, and freezing temperatures around him at will. 
|Drawbacks/Weaknesses|
Ice Petyr creates will melt at normal speed unless he constantly supplies it with cold, and warmer areas will require more energy to use his ability. Prolonged use can result in a sharp drop in his body temperature, and if invoked too much will result in hypothermia.