tell me reality is better than a dream.
Myrtle has incredibly youthful features, with a clear face and large, bright eyes. Her hair is a natural blueish tint and falls in light ways to her mid back, but more often than not is kept up in twintails or braided. She plays up her youthful features constantly, through makeup and eyeliner, and often tends to wear clothing of pastels with various cute accesories, often with animalistic features.
Often when dressing for her princess job, she wears more complex makeup and paints her nails. And her style then tends to fall into bright, elegant and sparkly dresses, rhinestones and the most elegant tiaras she can get her hands on.
She stands at 4'8", and has a very thin figure. Her parents are also both quite small so perhaps she should thank genetics for it. This, and how she presents herself often has her being mistaken for a young child when she goes out.
Gifted: Please state the name of your abilities, how they work, their weaknesses and how well your character can control their abilities. You may have 2 strong powers (ex. manipulations, healing, rapid regeneration) and 1 weaker ability (ex. support abilities such as: night vision, omnilinguistics, enhanced hearing).
For those of you who are species with abilities, please state how well your character can control their abilities alongside their strong points and weak points with them. If the power is marked "natural" you do not have to explain their control since it is naturally occurring ability. Please list all abilities the species has. If your character is incapable of using/controlling some, you can sum up those abilities in a single paragraph.
Regular old humans without witchcraft may just put N/a here.
Childhood friends, they're imperitive to growing children in temrs of forming bnds and making imprtant emotional connections that shape an individual for a lifetime. Myrtle's parents had been childhood friends, they'd grown up in the same neighbourhood and fell in love, a mud-pie being offered in the form of a confession. And her fathers were truly something to envy, with strong bonds and an even stronger love for their daughter, who was born through surragacy.
Perhaps it was dumb luck that the neighbourhood she lives in was filled with young, impressionable children who'd take to the streets constantly to cause chaos, despite the global climate and everything going on, it was a welcome for childhood, and for a bright and bubbly young child like Myrtle it was the perfect chance she had to make as many friends as physically possible, so she could be just like her daddies!
A chance meeting at the park would change the course of young Myrtles life, stumbling upon two young girls playing pirate and instantly feeling drawn to them. She declared she was a sea monster, ready to invade, and was almost instantly welcomed into the small group.
The girls grew up together, constant sleepovers, it was discovered they all were in the same year and very quickly Myrtle slotted herself into their lives, chasing them down to engage with them during lunch time, offering sweets and snacks and wanting this friendship with these two all to herself. They were her friends, her bestest friends!
Things changed when they were ten.
As all young troubles started, it had stemmed mainly from jealously. One of the girls had started drifting away, being from another class she'd hang out with those in her own and more often than not skip out on lunchtime chats to talk with her newer friends, and Myrtle hadn't liked that. Without much thought she'd gone up to the girls new friends and very boldly declared that she was her best friend, so they couldn't have her, and that she'd tattle and lie to the teacher if they tried to get closer!
She expected a pat on the back, because now her friendship was saved and nothing bad were to happen! All she turuly got, however, was yelled at by the girl. Their other friend tried to play peacekeeper, just wanting her other friends to be happy while the other two bickered over friendships and freedom.
Myrtle had gotten home feeling crappy and had turned down a hangout with the girls at their usualy spot near the local bakery so she could sulk and rant to her dads about how awful her day had school, get a huge bowl of ice cream and pass out content and happy once more while things magically fixed themselves.
Things unsurprisingly got worse.
For a full day the girls avoided Myrtle at school, one friend being dragged away by the other everytime they tried to talk to her. It was tiring, it was frustrating. On the second day, Myrtle tried to confront them, just wanting to play with her friends again and apologising though a 'you dont really mean that' and a 'what are you sorry for?' followed her, and her lack of an answer lead to isolation.
Another day. A week. Half a month.
Myrtle struggled to cope, this wasn't at her what her dads said childhood friends should be like! They were supposed to be there for each other! Be the bestest of the bestest and play together always! She took to sulking, binge watching princess movies and playing competetive dress up games with her dads online- best outfit wins a pick at dessert!
It cheered her up a little, at least, but Myrtle was still upset, often trying to grab and talk to either of them in the hallways. She tried to tell the teachers they were being mean or discluding her, and the one forced metting where all three were called to the office only ended in them drifting further apart.
Then one of the girls died.
A freak car accident had been claimed by somebody, where only she had died.
Myrtle, who as a young child had minimum experience was death, was a wreck. Her dads consuled her as they prepared for the funeral, warm embraces and gently words, staying close to her side so none of the other children could say anything or get to her.
It surprised her when the other girl approached her. It surprised her that she wasn't crying, that she seemed determined about something. Her dads made her go away, but she wouldn't forget the gleam in her eyes, the sheer willpower it held.
When she went back to school, she'd been dragged into an empty hallway before she even had the chance to get her things for first period. Her friend who had been avoiding her for months was suddenly there, talking to her, eyes wide and... desperate. She wanted her to help get back their friend, to help her however she could, because she didn't deserve it and, the friend, who had a curious interest in tales and stories online about the past had heard about Dr. Frank D. Stein and what he was capabe of, and had convinced herself they could do the same with their friend.
Whether it was Myrtle herself wanting so much to make ammends with not just this friend, but the one she never had the chance to say goodbye to the young girl agreed. What followed was months of these two young girls hopelessly spending far too much time on the internet, sneaking around, trying to get in contact with anybody who could help them.
Perhaps fortunately for them, the older sibling of the deceased was knowledgeable in both spellcasting and had been looking for ways to bring their sibling back themselves. When they overheard the two young gils trying to bargain with their parents for their younger sisters skull, of all things, they got an understand of... what was going on, and when the young girls had been walking home from school one day approached them and offered them a deal.
The young girls were small and sneaky, they would be able to help acquire things needed unseen, while the sibling could take care of the rest. They were going to bring them back!
What followed was a half year spent with the two girls working closely together, coming up with plans of grave robbing, esrth digging, whatever they possibly could do to help. Eventually, however, all the pieces came togethe one harrowing night, in the basement of the deceased girls home. The two young girls, oblivious and naive and just wanting their friend back did whatever they could to help the sister- however what resulted was traumatising for both the young girls.
The friend was brought back, a flesh golem made up of various parts that the youths struggled to get their hands on, inspied by the stories and tales of Dr. Frank D. Stein the body had been made from various parts, as their friends own body had slowly already began to decay and been eaten away at.
Perhaps it was he memoy and soul infused, the young girls would never know. What woke up was a screaming and terrified golem, who refused to listen to the young girls and tried to break out of the basement, in her struggle to stop and try explain to the girl Myrtle had been knocked to the floor and the sister could only watch, perplexed and taking notes as the Golem threw themselves at the door to the basement until it opened and fled the house.
Panicked parents were who found the three girls, traumatised. Myrtle was openly weeping while the oldest sister seemed torn between staying or following the golem. Myrtle's friend however didn't need to be given the choice and chased the golem.
Myrtle was the first to be heavily questioned by th parents, who were frightfully close to calling the authorities, howeve the sister stopped them and instead advised them that it was all on her and she'd explain later- Myrtle's dads were called and the young girl was taken home.
She was in a daze, for a while.
Confused, mainly. In shock. The golem... looked... so pained, so hurt. They didn't act or look like their friend, and... and when they made eye contact with Mytle she felt like she'd helped do something incredibly wrong. There had been attempts to contact her ther friend, learn about what had happened, but there hadn't been any response.
She later learned her friend had chased the golem to the forest begging fo her to listen and talk to her and that she'd make everything okay. She later leaned her friend broke down and was inconsolable for days.
Myrtle didn't know what to think, or do. She didn;t understand, she was elevn and the entiety of the last few months had led to an event so out of a horror movie that she felt like it was some kind of joke- but the expression, the look, the touch... Myrtle felt bad. So bad for what she'd done.
Her dad's later would tell her, when she was older, that until a little after she tuned twelve she seemed lost and confused, struggling with he own thoughts, and pushed a lot of people away. They said she wasn't herself, and not even dessert and game nights could help her.
She doesn't remember a lot of it, but she didn't go back to school for a few weeks, teachers dropping off homework and her dads tyring their best to help her. She remembers sneaking out to visit her friend and hold her while she cried about how much she missed the deceased friend, how much she wanted he back.
Childhood friends truly did shape a eprson, however in this case it was probably for the worse, the girls just didn't know it yet.
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