Amélia Averyonna

Amelia écoutait Lunaria et Pierre pendant qu'ils parlaient. Ce que Pierre a dit l'intéressait surtout, bien que la plupart, sinon la totalité de sa réponse à sa question, aient survolé sa tête. Peut-être qu'elle devrait regarder ça plus tard, quand elle aura eu le temps. S'approchant d'une horloge à proximité, elle vit l'heure et se leva très rapidement avec un regard d'alarme sur son visage. Son eau a rapidement formé la raison de cette alarme avant de revenir dans sa bouteille et elle a rapidement vissé le bouchon à nouveau avant de décoller.
Cours. Il faut se dépêcher. A tout à l'heure?
Elle s'est précipitée dans les couloirs, trouvant son chemin jusqu'à la salle de classe quelques secondes avant qu'elle ne commence enfin et a pris le siège aussi loin de l'avant de la pièce qu'elle le pouvait. Quand il a finalement commencé, deux enseignants se sont présentés. La première était une fille plus âgée avec la même couleur des yeux et des cheveux qu'Amelia, qui semblait amicale et qui a abandonné ce qu'Amelia ne pouvait supposer qu'une ambiance maternelle. La seconde était un garçon qu'elle devinait être le même âge avec les cheveux noirs et les yeux d'or, qu'elle a trouvé à la fois effrayant et intéressant en même temps. Ils ont tous deux demandé si quelqu'un avait des questions et ce qu'ils savaient sur le contrôle à l'élément, auquel Amelia se sentait complètement entaché. Elle savait déplacer son eau et la façonner, qui étaient les bases, mais elle n'était pas sûre de ce qu'il y avait d'autre à savoir. Elle ne connaissait ses pouvoirs que depuis un mois.
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.