The BeginningKoren Moriarty would not cry.The Beginning by the-improbable-ive
She stared the large boy down, dark eyes bright with anger (not tears, Koren, don't give him what he wants!), as he laughed at her. "Watch the little freak!" he egged on his cohorts, tugging on her braid. "Wotcha gonna do, sweet'eart, punch me?"
They laughed harder.
The small thirteen-year-old's posture was stiff, admittedly hostile. "I prefer not to waste energy on inferior minds," she said quietly, scooped her books up from the floor, and walked away, ignoring their guffaws as they tried to figure out what she'd meant.
Koren's breath left her shakily. No one likes you. Freak. Ugly. You'll never have any friends. The tears began to fill her eyes, but she willed them to wait until she found the one person who'd always reassured her that none of those things were true. The one person always on her side: Her brother, Jim Moriarty.
He was in their usual after-school meetingplace, the corner of the schoolyard behind the equipment shed. "Hi sis, how-"
Not a NightmareOne could be deceived into calling the Moriarty twins children. This wasn't an intentional impression on their part, as they had no way of controlling the features that made them seem innocent and cute, but it was a useful one. How could a quiet pair like that be capable of the mischief that plagued their school? They were looked over entirely, despite the fact that their thirteenth birthday (uncelebrated, except by their exchanging of small gifts to each other) had passed just over a week ago, and that they hadn't been innocent since age five.Not a Nightmare by the-improbable-ive
Now, however, Jim's bare feet padded on thick carpet as he ran to his little sister's room. He couldn't stand the yelling anymore, sound waves crashing against his ears violently, making him toss and turn and try to cushion them with a well-positioned pillow. Koren's room was farther from the staircase, and this ritual of hiding from his father's shouting matches had been in place for four years.
He pushed gently on her door. "Koren?"
Her Nerves"My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad."Her Nerves by Ashton-Hadley-RP
--T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
No one quite knows how or when or where or even why the nightmares began. All they know is that they are bad. Very bad.
Her parents had always known she was different. She ate less, slept less, and cried much more than a child even that age ought to. During her first year of life, she'd sometimes scream for hours at a time at the top of her lungs, and her parents regarded it a miracle that no one had called Child Protective Services on them. She stopped taking naps at two years old. She was late in talking and walking, and the doctors had told them at one point in time that she would never be able to have a complete conversation in her life. All in all, not the best start to life.
But she eventually grew out of it and began catching up with the rest of her peers. Soon she was running and playing and colouring with the other children much like the rest of them, and everything seemed right as rain.
Occupation: Officially a translator by profession, is also working hard to become an author and artist. Will also be a baby-minder.
Appearance: 5’2”; long, slightly wavy hair that curls at the ends; borderline blonde/brunette; usually either has her hair down or in a herringbone braid; hazel eyes that are predominantly green (usually, though depends on what she’s wearing); slightly “Asian” eye shape; tanned; square, dark purple “nerd” glasses; wears "bohemian" style clothes, mostly hand-me-downs and thrift store finds.
Newly graduated from university, Ashton is working on publishing her written/illustrated works as well as finding clients for art commissions. Of yet no one of consequence has discovered her talents, leaving her a bit of a starving artist. She grew up in the States, though went abroad to Japan for school. Her mother is half Okinawan and half Spanish, and his dad is half Norwegian and half assorted Caucasian. Ash has no siblings and no first cousins that she grew up with, but she has a very large extended family all over the States and Okinawa, the latter which she visited when she studied abroad. She loves dabbling in whatever catches her interest and often incorporates that into her writing. Ashton especially loves getting into the psychology of her characters because she hopes that she can use that knowledge to try to understand people in the real world. Ash has great ambitions for her writing and art, but she doesn’t always know how to bring her visions to life (as in publish her works, etc.).
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