those curious children // d7 orphanage

[florentine, d4b ❁]

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It's ever so odd, the way most would swear the house has been empty for years. "There used to be children living there," say the elderly, "but I don't know where they went." It's true that many years ago the most peculiar children were sent to Miss Partridge - those without parents, the ones that the system didn't wish to deal with. Contrary to popular belief, however, they're still there.

Of course, the first to reside in the Partridge home grew up. They lived their lives after leaving - although many would swear part of them still lurked in the corridors, refusing to let it go. As the years turned, one after another, and each Games went by, more unwanted youngsters appeared on the doorstep. Each one, Miss Partridge took under her wing. They weren't naughty or uncontrollable - but each and every one of them was similar in that they were decidedly peculiar.

For a house of oddities, the streets of District Seven are no haven. They are filled with eyes that bore into skin and avoid the children on the sidewalks, uncomfortable with their very presence. Because of this, Miss Partridge created the perfect sanctuary in the gardens that surround the old house, and it is there they almost always stay.

It's hard to say with whom the fault lies - should the authorities have done a better job finding homes for the children? Should the citizens of the District embraced them with open arms? Perhaps the children themselves should spend less time frolicking in their secluded paradise and more time 'fixing' their differences. Either way, nobody - (not even the kindhearted and stern Miss Partridge) - can argue with the truth. The children are very strange indeed.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: ffffff; border-top: 3A364C ridge 4px; border-bottom: 3A364C groove 4px; border-left: 3A364C ridge 4px; border-right: 3A364C groove 4px; width: 248px; padding: 0px; -webkit-border-radius:0px 0px 0px 0px] When Jacob was a small child, living with his grandfather, he was fearless. Brave and smart, the boy looked up to his only carer, and felt sure that he would always be there to chase the monsters away. When Jacob was eleven, and his grandfather died suddenly, torn apart by wild animals, Jacob's view of the world changed. His previously brave and adventurous personality was tainted by a dark streak. Though he desperately tried to remain his old self and prove that he didn't belong in the Home, he spent the first few years there plagued by nightmares. Not only that, but the monsters his grandfather kept at bay when he was a child now seem to be everywhere he looks, shadows around every corner. Perhaps he's following the path his grandfather walked before his death - one of dementia and insanity. Or, perhaps, he's the most sane of all.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: ffffff; border-top: 3A364C ridge 4px; border-bottom: 3A364C groove 4px; border-left: 3A364C ridge 4px; border-right: 3A364C groove 4px; width: 248px; padding: 0px; -webkit-border-radius:0px 0px 0px 0px] Despite being the oldest girl in Partridge House, Emma is no reliable mother figure. She's brazen and strong, and the younger kids look up to her and follow her lead, however that isn't always the wisest of options. She's impulsive, with a romantic streak and a guarded, paranoid exterior. Never afraid to jump to violent conclusions, she's battle-hardened yet not wise. Behind her tough exterior, Emma is a dreamer. She's idealistic and slightly helpless, refusing to see the best in everything and yet always clinging to the hope that it's there. Frequently finicky and blunt with her emotions, Emma feels everything very strongly and isn't afraid to sulk when things don't go her way.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: ffffff; border-top: 3A364C ridge 4px; border-bottom: 3A364C groove 4px; border-left: 3A364C ridge 4px; border-right: 3A364C groove 4px; width: 248px; padding: 0px; -webkit-border-radius:0px 0px 0px 0px] Even more so than the young members of the household, Lena is clueless and innocent. She's sweet, with a timid smile always dancing on her lips and words rarely spilling from her shy mouth. When she does manage to say something, she stumbles and stutters over her quiet words. This chronic fear of speaking is not, however, the peculiarity that got her into Partridge House. Almost a year ago, the child gave birth herself to a baby, which resulted in her being banished from her home. The circumstances surrounding the pregnancy are unclear, however they seem to have led to Lena's incredible fear of the truth - she openly deceives and lies without understanding her actions. She's in no way malicious - just entirely unreliable and unstable, plagued by a guilt that makes her near unreachable beyond her sweet smiles. Despite being the only true mother of the house, she's one of the most dependant, unable to act of her own accord and too nervous to venture far from the garden.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: ffffff; border-top: 3A364C ridge 4px; border-bottom: 3A364C groove 4px; border-left: 3A364C ridge 4px; border-right: 3A364C groove 4px; width: 248px; padding: 0px; -webkit-border-radius:0px 0px 0px 0px] Millard is a quiet boy who appreciates order and precision. He's spent many years of his life logging details in his leather notebook - almost any argument concerning something that happened long ago can be solved by checking his records. The rules are Millard's friends; when he is unsure of what is coming next or faced with change he often becomes incredibly irritated and afraid. He's reliable and honest - never taking a side in a battle but sticking with the comforting facts he knows. History is very important to Millard - things that have already happened calm his OCD-like behaviour in the same way that unpredictable humans provoke it.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: ffffff; border-top: 3A364C ridge 4px; border-bottom: 3A364C groove 4px; border-left: 3A364C ridge 4px; border-right: 3A364C groove 4px; width: 248px; padding: 0px; -webkit-border-radius:0px 0px 0px 0px] Found wandering near the district's edge as a toddler, Fiona is the peacemaker of the house. Gentle and serene, she is known to find security in the garden, pottering away with the plants for hours on end. Despite the warmth she feels for the rest of the children, she believes that her true friends reside there. Fiona feels that the plants and flowers are more than lifeless beings - although her insanity does not border on believing they can express their emotions. The girl is adventurous and slightly wild - described as a jungle girl by the other children. She is sometimes described as looking a little 'savage' - with a wild mane of red hair and a constant smile on her lips, she fits the description of peculiar. Her room is full of tangled vines and Fiona even remarks that they comfort her during nightmares. Though generally sweet and optimistic, Fiona has been known to show her fierce side - when the other children come barrelling through the garden, threatening her precious flowers, she'll shriek and live up to her wild appearance.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: ffffff; border-top: 3A364C ridge 4px; border-bottom: 3A364C groove 4px; border-left: 3A364C ridge 4px; border-right: 3A364C groove 4px; width: 248px; padding: 0px; -webkit-border-radius:0px 0px 0px 0px] Ever since he was a small child, Enoch was odd. It was only when his parents died of a terrible sickness six years ago that he developed his condition. Doctors say his mind might have been damaged by the same bug that took his parents, but the other children prefer to think that he was always this way. Enoch doesn't differentiate between the alive and the dead, the living and the inanimate. The boy is just as likely to be found conversing with a tree as he is a person; he's eager to hear the stories that the furniture tells. Because of this, he's often conflicting Millard on the facts and declaring that the histories recounted by the walls are true. He's friendly, although often tired - a result of staying up into the early hours letting his bedsheets pour out their woes or his floorboards chatter away. The other children in the house like Enoch for his gentle and caring temperament - despite his frequent babbling, he's the best listener to be found within the walls of Partridge House.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: ffffff; border-top: 3A364C ridge 4px; border-bottom: 3A364C groove 4px; border-left: 3A364C ridge 4px; border-right: 3A364C groove 4px; width: 248px; padding: 0px; -webkit-border-radius:0px 0px 0px 0px] If she stood quite still, one could almost be convinced that Claire is a doll. With her golden curls and crystal blue eyes, she's a delicate little presence among the other children. Preffering to stay in her room and play with her porcelain friends, the girl mostly keeps to herself. She resolutely refuses to eat with the other children, preferring instead to dine alone. The child enjoys preserving her image among the others and surrounding herself with an aura of mystery - she achieves this to a point where some would swear she isn't entirely human. Just a little bit desperate for attention, Claire is the most emotional of all the peculiar children and will burst into tears at almost anything. She's very seldom angered, however, but when she finally snaps each and every resident of Miss Partridge's Home knows to take cover.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: ffffff; border-top: 3A364C ridge 4px; border-bottom: 3A364C groove 4px; border-left: 3A364C ridge 4px; border-right: 3A364C groove 4px; width: 248px; padding: 0px; -webkit-border-radius:0px 0px 0px 0px] Fiery little Olive refuses to let anyone know how fragile she really is. She was abused by her father before coming into the home, often lifted into the air and shaken around. Olive was found by Peacekeepers after running away one night, terrified of going home but too afraid to ask for help. Forcefully optimistic, Olive is a bright spark, desperate to rid herself of any flaws that might still connect her to her cruel father and useless mother - the most important of these being her fear of heights. She is known to clamber up anything she can find, usually resulting in a nasty tumble and dive for the medicine cabinet. She is covered in bruises and scrapes that serve as constant reminders of her endless impurities. Olive is shy and meek, rarely speaking and often bursting with timid opinions. Her list of fears is extensive and includes losing control, saying the wrong thing and anybody bigger than her. As she's small for her years, this results in her being a bewildered-looking child with a forced smile and an incredibly peculiar urge to scale anything she can.

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To apply, please let us know your name, which character you want the most, followed by your second and third choices. Also, please add a description of what you intend to bring to the character and how you intend to portray them. Any plot ideas you have would also be appreciated, along with a sample of a recent thread you were a part of. Include possible faceclaim suggestions. Thank you all!

(This plot is based on the book Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs. Template credit to the wonderful Lei.)

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[willow .]

[bg=ffffff][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] bronwyn. I was always forced to be the strongest, to support ma family and to make sure that they were safe, to make sure that none of us were ever harmed. And whenever Olive climbs dangerously high I am forced to scold her, saying that she will surely fall and snap her neck, no matter how harsh that may seem. And one day it's going to happen, my little 'sister' is gonna fall and were gonna be forced to pick up her 'lil body in the grass, poor 'lil Olive. I don't regret anything though, all except for Victor dying, in such an awful way. Before I came here he was sick, nearly dead, and I thought he would live, my dear little brother. None was I so lucky though, he passed away in his sleep, the little bugger. I sure as hell miss him, but I'll see him soon, I know it. Every night I can see his eyes shutting, it's a never-ending cycles that haunts me just as much as the other messed up kids in this house. There's little Claire and Olive, both a bit quiet and strange, they hardly ever talk. And then Emma, oh dear Emma, she's prolly the only one here who even cares; besides me of course, I care so damn much about my family, it's unbelievable sometimes how they can be so careless, they need all the protection they can get. Mom once told me that I was a strong little girl, when I would pick up my brother and carry him around' the house with one arm, grinning and showing off large crooked teeth. I always beat the other kids at the playground, I would always go faster, I was always the best, better than the boys; this made me different, an outsider. Victor still cared though, he still came to see me and comfort me, there to tell me that everything was gonna be okay, he didn't promise that he would be okay though. And now he's gone, and i'm stuck with my new family. And maybe one day I will come to love them just as much as I loved Victor. Just maybe... --- Maybe she could intervene in a fight and be all like, "hey bitches, I'm Bronwyn, cut it out," or somethin' like that, idk. I'm not good at plot's and stuff Clover, but I try. And then she could be sad because she just wants to be normal and all angsty Bronwyn ;n; and she would talk to Fiona and help her with he plants though one time she accidently broke a plant from bending it too far and Fiona got mad at her. And then Emma and her are like really close and they take care of each other, but what if Olive goes up in a tree and they have this whole angsty thing 'cause she won't come down and then Bronwyns all like, "well, i'll go up there and get her down," and then she falls or something, idk, this section is really stupid but still, I try <3 Sophie Droogendijk as the fc ty so much, ily guys <33

[Anna Banana]

Name: Axel

1st: Olive
2nd: Claire
3rd: none? xD

Well you covered a lot in your descriptions sooooo let's see what I can do here xD.

Olive Portrayal: Being as fragile as she is is both emotional and physical as a result of the abuse she suffered while she was with her family. As a result she is a bit odd, with a longing to prove not only to herself but to everyone around her that she is strong. Of course she is a strong believer in the "actions speak louder than words" philosophy, and to anyone who would care to pay any attention to her they would realize that. She rarely speaks out loud to people, instead leaving all of her ideas and statements bubling on the tip of her tongue, just waiting to escape and be heard by everyone.

On top of her obsession with tackling her fears head on she has the sometimes annoying ability to be far to optimistic. Some would even say that she would find something to be happy about during her own death, finding some way to remain optimistic and peppy. Even more ironic is that her philosophy prevents her from sharing most of her optimistic outlook with anyone, instead she shares them with herself, sort of a personal cheerleader inside her head. She'll make it to the crest of the hill even if it kills her though, she is focused on purging all of her fears and pains from her mind. Only then can she be truly happy, when you aren't afraid you can conquer anything.

Plot Ideas for Olive: I'm so bad with these, I guess maybe something bad happens and perhaps her peppy, positive attitude tries to find some way to make it good, and she has a really good idea on how to make it good, but she's to shy so say it out loud. Ummmm, maybe she finds something she does talk to and uses it when she's alone in an attempt to make herself get used to talking out loud to people. Idek I'm so bad with plot ideas xD.

RP Sample: With BumbleDee

FC Idea for Olive: Anna Zaton I'm unsure of exactly how to pick the FC, if I should go with someone unattractive and strange looking or just somone plain looking .

I'll do the rest of the people soon, I promise, just wanted to get first app up for Olive xD.

[L△LIA]

EFF IT. I GIVE UP. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO NOT MAKE CHARACTERS.

And I was doing so well until I caved with Firenze. D:

Okay so... like... I mean... Enoch. Can I please just love him?! PLEASE JUST LET ME LOVE HIM. He talks to floorboards and furniture and bedsheets and I don't know how to not love that.

I'm gonna mull a couple ideas over and WIP this for now, but I just had to put that out there. I'll be back to write this up proper, I just needed to vocalize my intention for attempted dibs, rofl.

There are few people who remember the boy I was before my secret keeping days and those who do think of that child as an accidental dream — mountain fog and star-crossed smoke signals. I struggle with it too, recalling little more than the echo of smaller footfalls or the comforting lull of my mother's voice. She sang and I would dance, hip-shake turn tumble fully-body spin around the living room just so I could hear my father laugh at my antics, my little boy naivety mistaking his amusement for pride. Back then I was bad at understanding, too caught up in what was right in front of me to realize that deeper meanings were hiding beneath the surface. I'm better now, tuned into the whispering of everything that has ever waited to be heard.

As my parents faded away, I had to lean in so close to hear them speak and that was when I truly learned to listen, discovering through their deaths more life than I had ever known. Suddenly, the whole world was alive. I know that's backwards. So many people have told me — over and over and over — that I must've been turned inside-out when I was orphaned, because they think I've got it all wrong. Heartbeats do not belong to thin air and the skin of the dead possesses no memory for the sounds of voices, they say, but I can only smile knowingly in response. After all, I was once like them, deaf to the undercurrent of meaning within all things. My mother's last words did not fall short to the silence of her mouth and eternal stillness; they are a song that hums wild in the floorboards of our living room and if I could go there now, the melody would still haunt each creak as I turn in time to the ba-dum ba-dum oh la la la of her final breath.

Floorboards are the closest thing I have to a mother now and when I miss her the most I curl up against their wooden arms, quaking on my bedroom floor as I press my ear to the knots and whorls of the scuffed grain. I cannot hear her in them, not in this house of orphans, but the dancing patterns of the boards remind me more of her son's eyes than any reflection I've ever seen of myself in the bathroom mirror. Warm brown and always dizzy from too much spinning, cracked at the corners with his father's laughter. There's so much none of us remember, but these are things I'm terrified I'll forget.

Listening helps. Some trees know history lessons older than Panem and so the days when I would ride my bicycle down the sidewalks of the suburbs are part of their recent memory. They recall my tousled hair — burnt sugar in the sunshine — and the squeak of the rusting peddles; it rained a lot that summer and I had a bad habit of abandoning my bike in the middle of the yard, too distracted by the beautiful green flourishing around me to put things away for safekeeping. Sometimes I worry that the only things I know how to appreciate are all temporary and that I'll never know I love something until it's gone. I really miss that bike, you know. That house. Those summer leaves... there were a lot of wonderful things in my life and I wish I'd have loved them better and really listened to their stories when I had the chance. I can't help feeling deprived now.

Little by little I'm finding those missing pieces in the walls and stories of my new home and the mismatched family that took me in. The children that woke up one day to find themselves forgotten and unwanted — sons and daughters of the breathless, whose mothers are ghosts and fathers are faded memories — were sent to Miss Partridge, the caretaker for the orphans of District Seven.



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Acts as a sort of zen therapist for the other kids... and those poor abused teacups who always seem to have the most literal chips on their shoulders. Always listening, he rarely doles out advice in response, but when he does it tends to seem entirely off-topic and/or utterly cryptic — like life lessons learned from The Karate Kid, but translated into the language of trees. Wax on, wax off, Little Butterfly.

Has to wear earplugs or headphones if he wants to get a full night of sleep.

Wears headphones when he visits his parents' graves, because he's scared of the kind of quiet truths their tombstones might tell him.

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[Penny]

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[eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris]

Hey, loves! I was recently grounded for a few days, but now that I'm back, Clover and I shall be conversing over which of the current applicants we want to put in the plot!

Truly, all of the applications so far are freaking amazing, and each of you are: <333

However, we still want more appliers! Come on, don't be shy, I, at least we don't bite!

The more applications, the merrier!

Happy applying, guys, and look forward to some results, soon!

- Tristen

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[kendall]

Hai. I am Kendall. I am applying for Jacob. My second and third options would be Claire then Millard. I have some face claim ideas, PM me if you wanna know them... No stealing.. Nah I am just kidding, anyways on with the application!

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Oh, hello there. My name is Jacob, Jacob Portman. I am 17 years old and I'm going insane. 17 is too young to be going insane. I see them. In the shadows, corners... everywhere I look they are following me. They were following me, they were going to strike every person that mattered to me. No one else sees them, only me. My dreams no longer exist. They plague them. Everywhere I look, they look right back at me. Monsters. I feel so childish, scared to turn out my own lights at night. Once I turn those lights off the monsters come to take over my dreams. Monsters under the bed aren't real for anyone, anyone except for me. Am I running down a path my grandfather did? Everyone thought he was crazy, except for me. Maybe, we were the sanest out of everyone.

I am a misfit. I know I am too. Making friends is hard when everyone thinks you are crazy. My only friend before I came to this orphanage was a rebel and a screw up. It was the only place I really fit in. I found myself talking to people with a mean streak. Why? I don't know. I can take a mean joke, shake it off but it hurts me inside. I am always lonely. } have always been hard to understand. But loneliness takes over when you loose the only person who actually understood you. When Grandfather died, it changed me. I wasn't as fearless. I have to fight just to reclaim pieces of my old self, my better self. How could all of my life change because someone died? I should tell you about grandfather shouldn't I?

I never really knew my mother and father. I don't really remember them at all. They died long before I could talk. Maybe they were killed by the monsters that follow me. I can't afford to think that way. Grandfather was my role model. Everything I did I tried to be like him. He told me stories in exchange for my company. My only parental figure was the only person who could understand me. I always wondered why that was. And I finally realized it. Grandfather was different. Just like me. He walked a path that he couldn't get out of. The night I found out still haunts me. Monsters coming out of the trees. Their blood thirsty eyes fixed on the only people that could see them. Us. Now only me. Rip. Rip. Rip It ripped away my whole life with its razor sharp teeth. I experienced fear that day. It's a feeling I never wanted to feel again. But I do.

I was sent to this orphanage with children. These children were different though. I think half of them are mental. They thought I was mental too. But I can't be. All the time I was spending trying to prove I didn't belong, it really distracted me from the reasons I should be here. These halls are filled with monsters. And I am scared to become close with anyone because I know their plan. They will take away everyone I hold most dear. I am afraid I have already given them their next targets to ruin my life. I am just a lost soul who is trying to find my place, and trying to find where I belong. Preferably not here.

Maybe Grandfather was the reason these monsters were planted inside my head. From his bedtime stories, even now I miss.

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Ideas!!! I suck so much at these... Well I was thinking that Emma and him could have a fling or something like that. Also Jacob has a dream that these monsters he sees are going to kill the children in his orphanage, just like grandfather. He tells Emma first and we can just go from there....
Sample with Axel <3

well that took awhile <3

[Sage]

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My name is Ani and this is my application for Claire

My eyes flicker around the room at the china and porcelain faces that stare back at me. I love these dolls for they are all I have left of my old life. Not many people know about me because I've been hurt in the past by too many people and don't want to be hurt like that again. When the other children see me, they often think of me as a fragile little china doll with my golden curls and crystal blue eyes but I'm not fragile, in fact, if you were to remove the mask I'm wearing, under you would find a little broken doll who's crying on the inside. Most of the parts of me, were I an actual doll, would be broken into thousands of shards that no matter how much glue you used you'd never be able to put all the pieces back together.

I wasn't always like this, no, I used to have a mom and a dad just like most people until one day, I was kidnapped. I was five and I was taken to a lab somewhere in the district. They did tests on me, seeing my reaction to different stimuli and recording their results. I still have nightmares from the things I was put through in that damned place. That is one of the reasons why I never eat with the other children and am often found in my room playing alone, it's because I've been too hurt by other people to ever be able to trust again. Maybe if someone was willing to try to earn my trust they could but nobodies tried yet.

Hope it's alright
Possible face claim for her I don't know, I'd probably just use a picture of a china doll to represent her along with one of a half broken doll at the bottom of the posts.

Second Choice would be Olive and third choice is undecided

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[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Name: Cameo (ammzie)

First Choice: Olive

Appearance:
The frequent thought when eyes first fall on this timid little girl is the fear that one push and tumble to the ground would shatter her china doll skin. Despite this, Olive attempts to hold herself strong, even with her crystal blue eyes gazing at nothing except the floor. Everything seems bigger to her, and she hates that more then anything. Maybe this is the reason Olive is constantly caught scaling something to avoid being the smallest person. More then often this led her to a few cuts and bruises as a result, hence the reason she never went out some kind of wound to show for it. Her weak arms and sweaty grip would give way, but she did have the benefit of a light frame compared to everyone else. Not one branch would break because of Olive.

Personality:
Exchanging words with strangers never happened with Olive, the only ones she didn't fear was the ones shorter then her...which were only children at least under the age of ten. There was a few she was forced to encounter with though, now that she lived in an orphanage. So certain people actually witnessed who Olive is, the rest lucky to get a few stuttered words. Despite everything the little girl had gone through she surprisingly wanted to be optimistic, especially towards others. Inside her head she desired nothing more then to be a normal kid, but predicting her faults often blocked this. An idea she gives could be stupid, or possibly she could upset someone with a suggestion or comment. Shadowing under someone she knows, and agreeing with anything they said was safe. If no one was there Olive easily escaped into her own world, where no one could possibly harm her.

History:
The past was what made Olive so timid and scared of everything, with a completely dysfunctional family from the start. Issac and Courtney fell in love at a very young age, too young and immature to understand how to be adults. Non the less they moved in with one another and married. Even being poor they managed to have a happy year, that was until Courtney realized her potential of a better life and quickly fell out of love. This completely enraged Issac as soon as she told him, and right then was when he became abusive, forcing her to attempt to get pregnant on the spot. Now she had to stay with him, no other man would take her and the baby of another man. As soon as Olive was born her mother grew into a deep depression and even deeper into liquor, and the abuse from Issac didn't stop but even grew onto Olive.

Maybe that is why Olive is so tiny and fragile looking, the physical abuse from her father was constantly stunting her growth. What is for certain though was that is how all her fears formed. Someone bigger then her, feeling that just anyone could lift her and get out there anger. Her fear of speaking because just about anything tipped her father off. And her irrational belief she could loose it just as her father and mother did. After one particular scary beating Olive could no longer take it, one day her father could step too far and actually kiss her. Unsure of where she was going to go she only knew she couldn't stay here anymore. Wandering through the dark it didn't take long for some peacekeepers to stumble upon the frightened child, and after refusal to answer any questions they settled with the placement of an Miss Partridge's home.

Faceclaim: Alisa Bragina

Plot Idea:
Find one or more of the older orphans that would accept her under their shadow(s)? Certainly she could follow/stalk some orphans on some kind of adventure, possibly dangerous? Not one to speak up, but sticks around who ever she can find. Very fearful of those outside of the orphans though.

Second Choice: Claire

Appearance:
The most noticeable thing about Claire is her long wavy golden hair, it nearly reaches her hips and hangs so gracefully. The long locks frame the innocent face, and porcelain skin. Blush shadows her cheeks, and her eyes appear to be too bright as if her face was painted on. Certainly one would be grateful for such a precious look, except that her face appeared to be one of a baby's, perhaps being confused for one if it wasn't for her lanky figure. This appearance is perfect for Claire though, on account it matched her personality perfectly.

Personality:
Some may get a bit annoyed with how child-like Claire was, often only wanting to play with her dolls, and when in others company portraying the attitude of a five-year-old. Drama ran her life and that smallest tragedy would bring her to tears, but it was almost as if she enjoyed it. Occasionally Claire would even burst out a tantrum that disturb the entire house along with the other orphans. She was a princess, and all she wanted was for everything to go her way. When not others her favorite activity would to play among her friends, well her dolls that resembled Claire more then any other person would. As a little game she would see how long she could sit among her dolls, not flinching or blinking and possibly even scar a fellow orphan.

History:
Growing up in Miss Peregrine's home from the very beginning, no ones quiet sure where it was that Claire originated from. Either way this may explain why she is so desperate for attention, always having other children to fight it for. There was still never much time for her, and the crave for it began. Being doll-like was her brilliant plan, and it successfully stuck. When no one else was there to give her attention her dolls always were, understanding her every word and not interrupting a single time. The more time she spent with her dolls, the more the other orphans began to notice how Claire was forming into one.

Faceclaim: Anastasiya Logvinova

Plot Idea:
I really want to get Olive so I'm not going to do plot ideas for Claire =3

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[kendall]

Sorry for the wait

[cass]

This is a complete WIP because it is for Olive. And I need words to make it sound good. No, I don't have a second or third choice and I apologize, beforehand, for the shortness and crudeness of this app. idk it will be short Also if you have a good idea for a face claim I'm all ears, I can't find young people, like ever. nope.

WIP WIP WIP

[bookwormgirl]

TREATING LIFE LIKE A PICTURE


BUT IT'S NOT A MOMENT THAT'S FROZEN IN TIME

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My choice is for Claire.

Claire is a small, simple girl on the outside living in her internal world. Carrying the weight of the past inside of her, she prefers the world of the imaginary to what's real. She comes off as ethereal, a girl from one's dreams to others as she doesn't talk as much as the other orphans...at least to humans. She tends to be found carrying various dolls around with her, even holding full conversations with them which only she seems to really understand.

The outside world scares her, she doesn't much like it. She prefers to detach herself from violence and cling to others for emotional support. Yet, as time goes on she becomes more and more distant from even those she is close to, believing her dolls and imaginary friends are her real ones. Shes sometimes tries to make up for what is lost by treating her dolls like they are her siblings, and even inventing imaginary parents. She isn't par say vain though she does take her outward appearance seriously as she wants to look good for her outings with her "friends."

However, every now and then she snaps into place and stops drifting. When problems arise she may be seen on the front lines, ready to defend those close to her. And indeed, being known as one of the strangest and most otherworldly of the household members, she doesn't need to raise a fist to get her point across. Her presence alone is unnerving to some, her soft chiming dolls voice even more so.

Plot: I could see another member of the household having to take care of and try to reason with her, yet, it ends badly. It's also possible that over time she loses some of her emotional range, or stops understanding her own feelings. While she doesn't like violence, the household could possibly force her to watch the Games with them causing friction, or even secretly enter her into the Games pool to see if she was truly human after all.

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[Squirrel]

Millard

No one around me understands the world. There are several things I must never forget and that is one of them. The others are:

1. I must use logic and not intuition, because intuition is simply guesswork
2. Books sometimes lie
3. Enoch and Fiona will not listen if I try to explain that they are wrong
4. I have to eat, drink, and sleep or I will die (I do not believe I will forget this one)
5. Never argue with Claire when she has been crying or shouting
6. Never put my journal down anywhere except for in my room

But other people not understanding the world is the most important fact out of all these. This is because it means that I cannot trust anyone except myself.

This has become more apparent since I came to live with Miss Partridge. The other children here would be described as 'insane' by many outsiders. This is true. (I have - in my past - been described so; this is a lie.) However, the difference between the mentally ill and most other people seems markedly less than is commonly believed.

I have observed several examples of this. I believe noting a few of them down in a list for future reference will be the most efficient course.

1. Bronwyn - I have not observed any noteworthy differences between her and the outside world. She is unintelligent, but so are the majority of people.
2. Claire - many children, albeit somewhat younger than Claire, exhibit attention-seeking behavior much like her own.
3. Lena - again, most people are quite unpredictable. This chronic fear of the truth is another matter, but lies are seldom abhorrent to so-called 'ordinary people'.
4. Enoch and Fiona - many humans are superstitious to some degree. These two are perhaps a trifle more stubborn in their beliefs, but are otherwise no different.

This sometimes frightens me because it means the world is full of those who, like the children I live with, do not understand matters. However, I find comfort by noting down their irregularities (among other things) in this journal. Many things have a pattern. Perhaps the pattern of human nature is simply more complicated than most. If this is true, I am certain I can solve it. All I need is time.

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name: Squirrel

Possible fc: oh gosh, I have no clue. >< Any ideas, I'd love to hear them.

Second and third choices: Fiona and Olive

Roleplay sample: with Timbra

Plot ideas: Hmm... he could lose his journal and absolutely lose his grip on life. That's all I've got at the moment.

[Victory]

This is a WIP for Claire because I am attempting packing to go to New York this weekend when I saw this plot. It's so amazing that I couldn't just let it go<333 I'm going to try to fill this in over the weekend. If I don't finish it it will definitely be done on Monday. Yaay! Claire is just <3. Some of my FC ideas are 1, 2, 3. Or if you want somebody younger looking I thought this girl, but she might look a little too young. Anyway, I am so excited and have so many ideas I just need to find the words to write them down. My second choice if I don't get Claire is Bronwyn.

WIP WIP WIP

[eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris]

Thank you to all that applied, either by posting here or via PM.

Clover and I have decided on the following -

Jacob will be played by Chime
Emma will be played by Tristen
Lena will be played by Clover
Fiona will be played by Penny
Bronwyn will be played by Willow
Enoch will be played by Lalia
Olive will be played by Cass

Millard and Claire are still being decided upon. Those who did not get their ideal character may re-apply for Millard or Claire, and we hope to see new applications, as well! otherwise clover will take millard and claire for herself, mmhmm

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