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<font size="4" color="#F5DFC1"><b>ROSLYN }} IAN </b></font><br> <font size="2" color="#F5DFC1"><p>A pale lady who has some darker dilute calico notes on her face and large oceanic eyes. Her furs are longer, and she has some resemblance to a marshmallow, but it's pretty clear she'd probably knock you out if you said that to her. Roslyn is the kind of feline that doesn't hold back, which means she has very little filter. Loud and often sarcastic, it isn't a surprise that other cats tend to love her or hate her. There's not a whole lot of tolerating her; you're either in or out, no where in between. </p></font><br> mercenary
<font size="4" color="#F5DFC1"><b>ARTHUR }} ian </b></font><br> <font size="2" color="#F5DFC1"><p>A hairless old man who was formerly a kittypet, a fact easily noted by the fact that he wears a sweater that... wasn't found in the wild. It's a dirty old thing, but he has a sentimental attachment to it. Arthur is a crotchety old man, one who has a particularly strong distaste for the cold. Arthur is a methodical old grump, one who has to do things just the right way or he... well, let's just say he grows even less fun to deal with. Before he became old and his joints started to hurt, he used to have a soft spot for kids. However, time has hardened him, and he's no longer as... adept at tolerating the younger generation. Of course, this is ironic, due to his position, but being a grumpy old raiser means that for the most part, he's left to his own devices, further solidifying his solitary nature.</p></font><br> raiser
<font size="4" color="#F5DFC1"><b>DARIA }} ian </b></font><br> <font size="2" color="#F5DFC1"><p>A perfectionist, one who is constantly striving to be the ultimate. This actually makes her quite nervous, as failure hits her like an actual brick. She tries her best to mitigate this fear of disappointing others that she has, and in doing this, created a bubbly personal. An inquisitive type, one that works well as sort of a therapist. Perhaps that's why she was promoted to spy; cats are, for whatever reason, inclined to talk to her. They tell her things you probably shouldn't, and her quiet curiousity makes cats generally willing to submit to her constant questioning. It's hard to picture her doing anything bad with your secrets, so you might as well give them to her, right?</p></font><br> spy
<font size="4" color="#F5DFC1"><b>DALEY }} ian </b></font><br> <font size="2" color="#F5DFC1"><p>A flirt, one who doesn't believe in love but believes in the excitement of possibility. Daley is the twin to Daria, a grey and white cat with deep green eyes. A perpetual player, one who believes that he is able to transmute. Other than this little fact, Daley is an incredibly rational tom, one who doesn't enjoy being overly emotional about anything. </p></font><br>
all of these will develop in time who am i kidding no they wont
<font size="4" color="#F5DFC1"><b>EDELINE }} pao </b></font><br> <font size="2" color="#F5DFC1"><p>Edeline means gracious, and it compliments this she-cat perfectly. Born and raised in the regime, Edeline and her brother, Edward, have been close as thieves. Poor, beautiful Edeline was never as good as her brother, and never would be. She was born sick, constantly seeking medical aid when others were out living. Charcoal grey fur, thick but soft to the touch, moves with grace and ease. When her joints don't ache and her body ahs the energy to move. Eyes a yellow-green, mystified and jealous of what others can do. Edeline is a jealous, gracious, and prideful she-cat. She'll stand for nothing and no one telling her no. But, that doesn't mean she won't milk her injuries and sickness. Being strong isn't everything. Wicked, cunning, and master of mind games, Edeline has learned her own way of supporting her clan. Besides if you can't join them, then beat them, right?</p></font><br>
<font size="4" color="#F5DFC1"><b>ZODICAC }} Delrowe </b></font><br> <font size="2" color="#F5DFC1"><p>He was one of three grey tabby kittens born on a rainy night. There was a storm and it had been brewing for days. A frail she-cat heavy with her unborn children had spent the evening trying to find shelter. In a hollow log, still wet and soggy with the rushing rain water, she gave birth to three identical kittens; Zodiac, Brigade, and Finch – all with piercing ice blue eyes. She raised them well, training them to be the very best hunters they could be. That would keep them alive, and that’s all that mattered. They were surviving and they were okay. At five moons old, they were out hunting when they strayed too close to two-leg territory and a large dog bolted after them. Zodiac was leading the pack, with his brother, sister, and mother following suit. He never looked back until he heard the cries of Finch and his mother as they were slaughtered. Brigade barreled into him, urging him that they had to keep moving. That was the last the brothers spoke of the horrible tragedy. Zodiac struggled the most. It has turned him into a very stoic cat. His feelings are something only he knows about and won’t let another soul see him weak. As far as he’s concerned, his mother and sister never existed. Nothing matters more to Zodiac than the Regime. He and Brigade had stumbled upon the group after surviving a year on their own. Most of his time is spent bettering his skills or contributing to the Regime. He hunts, spars with Brigade, and keeps tabs on everyone constantly. If he doesn’t busy himself, he thinks too much. He’s a very focused and dutiful tom. Despite his unbreakable bond with his brother, the two couldn’t be more different. He’s a very well trained soldier who would gladly put his life on the line for the Regime.</p></font><br>
rank: scout
<font size="4" color="#F5DFC1"><b>BRIGADE }} Delrowe </b></font><br> <font size="2" color="#F5DFC1"><p>He was one of three grey tabby kittens born on a rainy night. There was a storm and it had been brewing for days. A frail she-cat heavy with her unborn children had spent the evening trying to find shelter. In a hollow log, still wet and soggy with the rushing rain water, she gave birth to three identical kittens; Zodiac, Brigade, and Finch – all with piercing ice blue eyes. She raised them well, training them to be the very best hunters they could be. That would keep them alive, and that’s all that mattered. They were surviving and they were okay. At five moons old, they were out hunting when they strayed too close to two-leg territory and a large dog bolted after them. Zodiac was leading the pack, with his brother, sister, and mother following suit. He never looked back until he heard the cries of Finch and his mother as they were slaughtered. Brigade barreled into him, urging him that they had to keep moving. That was the last the brothers spoke of the horrible tragedy. Brigade turned his sorrow into sarcasm, which he still hides behind today. He sought comfort in the many she-cats of the forest. He’s the kind of tom who had all the talent in the world but wouldn’t apply himself. His brother, Zodiac, convinced him to join a strict group of cats who seemed to think their own dung didn’t stink. He actually enjoys it, however, and can’t imagine life another way. He’s always hunting with his brother and providing for the group. When he’s not out scavenging food, he’s flirting, kissing up, and otherwise making an annoyance of himself. He and his brother are practically inseparable but they do get in their fair share of arguments. Brigade will loudly shout his grievances while Zodiac will bicker in hushed tones. Brigade sees the fun in life and doesn’t understand why all of one’s time has to be spent working hard. Where’s the relaxation? He’s slowly becoming a more rounded tom, but it’ll take a lot of TLC to make a soldier out of him.</p></font><br>
<font size="4" color="#F5DFC1"><b>CADET LOUELLA }} jadie </b></font><br> <font size="2" color="#F5DFC1"><p>Vain. An insult Louella wears with pride. To be fair, she is very beautiful, with an angular face, tall, thin frame and upturned eyes. Exotic, another compliment. Her cinnamon classic tabby stripes stand out bold and brilliant against her long, cream-colored pelt. She has a freckling of dusty-brown fur across her nose bridge just below her large, pale blue eyes. Louella loves to dress up in kittypet collars, sweaters, even colorful claw caps, and is rarely seen without some sort of twoleg-created apparel. She wears them until they get dirty then discards them forever, eager to acquire the next piece, not one to cling to any single fashion for long. This she-cat tends to form impressions of others based purely on how they look. To her, "ugly" cats are scum and "beautiful" cats are fellow royalty. At first, Louella comes across as a fairly normal she-cat, albeit a little too forward. The closer she gets with another cat, though, the more assertive she becomes. She has quite the princess mentality and will do just about anything to get her way. It's not really her fault; Lorah, her adoptive father, always encouraged her impulsiveness. Her adoptive mother, Gossamer Alessandra, only further indulged even her most wicked inclinations. Do not let her sometimes ridiculous appearance fool you, for this tabby is just as lethal as any of her clanmates.</p></font><br>
rank: Mercenary Cadet may change it later idk mentor : your pick
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<font size="4" color="#F5DFC1"><b>LE PETIT VOLONTAIRE }} circle </b></font><br> <font size="2" color="#F5DFC1"><p>- "Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities" - The illegitimate son of a father that would have liked nothing more than the chance to have drowned him at birth his beginnings were anything other than graceful. His mother's mate, the father of his two older half-siblings tolerated him like one tolerated a particularly stubborn cold. With a stiff upper lip and determined patience to outlast it until it simply went away. This paired with a mother that was often absent in every sense of the word and leaving him often at the mercy of his half-siblings. He struggled those first months of his life, to small, to out-of-place, and never enough to quite make up for his alienation among them. When times grew desperate he thought of approaching his true blood father but one did not approach the devil with nothing to bargain with. So he learned and spent more time than he cared to trying to find his strengths. It came in the form of his wit, his brains, and his ability to twist words into beautiful bouquet of flowers to charm even the most stubborn conquest. When his adopted father finally sent him away it was to his blood father he went. Holding his head high and spinning pretty words and cajoling his way into the upper echelons his father surrounded himself with. He fit in no better among them that he had his mother and her new family. But he pretended better and soon was winning over a pretty she-cat that was as sweet as honey. His origins, his illegitimacy had not been forgotten though. And when the two were caught together he was chased off for forgetting his place. Cast out once more, sent to find a new place to slot himself into. His bargaining skills grew greater, along side other skills for tasks both useful and useless. Flower crowns something he could make in his sleep, perhaps holding greater skill in the craft than he did in even hunting. For a short while the tom settled to living in a two-legs back yard, fed and given shelter from the rain and not fighting hard for anything. But such a life became dull soon after and his paws were once again carrying him elsewhere. Once traveling through a city he was held prisoner by a gang for a short while before his silver tongue convinced them that there was no use to be gained from having him around and no joy to be gotten from killing someone as insignificant as him. A white and gray tom with mismatched eyes he's memorable enough that even those who have only been subjected to his presences once will more than likely remember him. Roughed up a little he left in no lesser spirits than he had arrived in. Finding joy in meeting all these cats and seeing the cultures they lived among. He is a tom that feels no deep sorrow towards many things but fights against injustice when he sees it. Rather paradoxical is his approach to the world and what he values towards what he dismisses. He goes by many names and is often known by a different one to every cat he encounters depending on how much he likes them. Most know him a Le Petit Volontaire, though some know him as Arovet Li, and only his family knows him by his given name François-Marie Arouet. A name he holds no affection for. Rude at times in the way he will readily and easily makes jokes at others expense. But intelligent and noble for the most part.</p></font><br>
rank: scout. ( I apologize for his bio, I have a lot of ideas and haven't quite figured out how I want to write them yet. Is it alright if later I post an updated bio? )
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<font size="2" color="#F5DFC1"><p>Enya (Fire) - MOTHEROFGOBLINS - Vindictive and temperamental. She is obsessive over the ideas of perfection, and can be incredibly hard on everyone else around her in pursuit of this. She is incredibly passionate, even in her old age, and will constantly check on the younger members to ensure they're performing well. Though incredibly harsh, her advice is often sound, and as such, she is highly respected.</p></font><br>
Post by Honeystorm on Feb 26, 2020 21:09:47 GMT -5
<font size="4" color="#F5DFC1"><b>BAVOL }} honeystorm </b></font><br> <font size="2" color="#F5DFC1"><p>Flighty and insensitive, he is the eldest of the siblings, and seems to take that to mean his family is the best. He is a rather compulsive liar, which is perhaps why no one quite believes the claims of pure blood and 'original' ranking in the Regime. He is, however, the most charming and witty, with the most carefree and causal attitude of the litter, intelligent and logical and quite the manipulator. A siamese tom with watery blue-green eyes.</p></font><br>
rank: Veteran
<font size="4" color="#F5DFC1"><b>BIFROST }} honeystorm </b></font><br> <font size="2" color="#F5DFC1"><p>Adopted daughter of Trevet. Daughter of Adnet. She is Trevet's pride and joy. She cares for both her parents, but often goes running to her adopted father over Adnet, finding his protectiveness suffocating. Though gentle, she is as stubborn as they come, and would rather die than admit she could be wrong about something. She has long fur that bears a black and orange undercoat with white tips, making her appear frosted over, and opalescent eyes.</p></font><br>
rank: Raiser Cadet mentor: just assign one after the next ac, tbh
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<font size="2" color="#F5DFC1"><p>Dusky brown fur sweeps across his hourglass form with shadowy under tones wisping in and out of his fur. He has white at the back of his back legs and white at the front of his front legs with a sliver of a crescent moon marking beside his right eye. His dead turquoise eyes seemingly stare right through a cat’s anatomy. He often becomes bored of his own identity and will switch between characters he creates for himself giving a different name for each. He doesn’t have multiple personality disorder as he is in control, but adores trying new personas and playing pretend. He loves his dad Darkcomplex and is often bragging about how great he is. He used to feel conflicted on where his heart lies always feeling that he chose to live in SunClan to be responsible and care for his father Darkcomplex when the rest of his siblings left to be with his foster mom or real parents. But now even if at first he chose SunClan because it was the right thing to do he knows he chooses to remain because he loves everyone in SunClan. However he faces many obstacles, he tries to maintain a positive relationship with his family in DayClan including his foster mom Glowstar and brother Cinnamonsavage. He also spends time with Innocentia the pint sized Primal Instinct proxy who has him on weekends as her son. This happened due to Glowstar betting away her first born son. Turns out Innocentia doesn't care that Duskslayer isn't biologically Glowstar's. But now that Renegade Regime's been struggling he's made the difficult choice to spend time in Renegade Regime and be there for his mother, Shule and for his father Sean as well as his sister Kaisra. However while he's happy to serve as a scout he misses his life in SunClan and tries his best to balance his life with all of his families. With his heart, soul, and responsibility tied in so many places it's a good thing he a few personas to keep up with the times he’s tired of being Dusky.</p></font><br>
<font size="4" color="#F5DFC1"><b>MARS }} FadedEcho </b></font><br> <font size="2" color="#F5DFC1"><p>Like his mother before him, there was not much hope for Mars when he was born. There were complications during his birth and his sickly mother had trouble bringing him into the world. When he was born everyone was so relieved. He's the youngest of a litter of four that includes Apollo, Diana, and Venus. Their relief soon changed to worry when Jasmine noticed something strange about her youngest son. His hind legs were weak and he was almost completely unable to use them. He seemed content to drag them around behind him for the most part. Most feared that he would be a cripple for his entire life, bound to the duties of a guider since there would be nothing else he could do. Mars had different plans though. He has always looked up to his father Slawn and he vowed to become a mercenary just like him. Most told him to give up and accept his destiny, but he was stubborn. He knew he could be a mercenary if he could just make his legs stronger. Then when he told his mother of his dreams, she devised a plan to work with his weak legs instead of telling him to give up like most had. He watched his siblings be promoted without him, but that was fine because slowly but surely he was getting stronger.He worked hard every day, trying his best to use his legs for as long as he could. The first time he was able to make it to post alpha where his father was will be a day he'll remember for the rest of his life. He was shaky and unsteady by the time he got there and he fell soon after he reached him, but he'd made it. From that day on nothing held him back. He continued to grow stronger and finally he was promoted and allowed to train as a mercenary cadet and finally a mercenary. He knows he never would have made it this far without Jasmine, his gentle mother that was there for him every step of the way and Slawn, the father he so loved. He knows not to take life for granted and lives each day to its fullest. He'll never take those close to him for granted and he'll never forget how far he's come to be who he is today, a proud and strong mercenary who makes defending others his top priority. For a while Mars left Renegade Regime after the death of his mate Raven. No one is sure what he did or where he went while he was gone, but his heart did lead him back to the tunnels once more. Mars was forced to retire as Commander of the Regime once his hind legs began to weaken once more and now resides with the Veterans.</p></font><br>
Rank:Veteran
<font size="4" color="#F5DFC1"><b>VENUS }} FadedEcho </b></font><br> <font size="2" color="#F5DFC1"><p>Named after the Roman goddess of love, and for good reason. Love and care are Venus's specialties; always there to help a cat in need, and always the voice of reason in conflict. Despite acting very humble and unassuming towards those above her, she still manages to carry an air of superiority around with her through the tunnels, and while she'd never admit it, she does have a bit of an ego. For quite a long time, the cats of the Regime were sure she would take the path of a Guider, so it came as a surprise to many that she became a Raiser instead. But it's a good match, as tykes seem to naturally flock to her, and she loves spending time with them. She is also very close with her three siblings, Apollo, Diana, and Mars. Though she gets her personality from her father Slawn, Venus looks almost identical to her mother Jasmine; a beautiful patched black and white pelt, with stunning light green eyes. But what sets her apart is an unusual black heart-shaped patch on her white chest, almost as a testament to her loving nature.</p></font><br>
Rank: Raiser
<font size="4" color="#F5DFC1"><b>JASMINE }} FadedEcho </b></font><br> <font size="2" color="#F5DFC1"><p>She is a smaller copy of her father Mars with the same black fur, green eyes and white patch on her chest, but she is named after her grandmother who died many many moons before her birth. While this was perhaps done to honor her grandmother, there is no mistaking the similarities between the two she cats. Jasmine's temperament is very much like that of her late grandmother. She has the same gentleness in everything she does and that same smile. Jasmine is a very gentle soul with a kind heart. This is not always a good thing though. She tries to see the best in everyone even if it means she's the one that gets hurt in the end, but no matter how many times she gets hurt, she remains the same. She's inherited her family's stubborn pride as well which means she can be quite difficult to convince once her minds made up. The one thing she does not share with her late grandmother would be the illness that cut her life tragically short. She is as healthy as can be and has decided to spend her life as a raiser, caring for the young tykes of the Regime and helping them find their own paths in the Regime</p></font><br>
Rank:Raiser
<font size="4" color="#F5DFC1"><b>BASIL }} FadedEcho </b></font><br> <font size="2" color="#F5DFC1"><p>Basil is a large brown tabby tom with green eyes. He was not born in the Regime, but he was brought to the tunnels by his father Mars before he reached his first moon alongside his brother Coriander and his sister Jasmine. Basil has always been bold, his actions sometimes bordering on overconfidence. He truly means well most of the time, but he isn't exactly known for thinking his actions through beforehand which has gotten him into trouble more than once. He's stubborn and once his mind is made up, there's little chance of changing it.</p></font><br>
Rank: Mercenary
<font size="4" color="#F5DFC1"><b>REISI }} FadedEcho </b></font><br> <font size="2" color="#F5DFC1"><p>He was named for a father he never had the chance to meet, but he knows there is nobility in his blood. His mother used to be Raiser Superior and his father was Commander Reisi and so it is only natural for great things to be expected of him. He could care less for the achievements of his family though. What's important are his own accomplishments. He is highly independent and prides himself on being able to do things on his own and will often refuse help even if he actually needs it. This has gotten him into trouble more than once, but his pride keeps him from admitting that he was wrong and so he pushes forward, doing his best to make a name for himself one step at a time.</p></font><br>
Rank:Mercenary
<font size="4" color="#F5DFC1"><b>LOTTA }} FadedEcho </b></font><br> <font size="2" color="#F5DFC1"><p>She is the smallest of her siblings and she hates it. Growing up she wanted nothing more than to be a mercenary like her father Fjord, but she was given two choices. Due to her small stature and frail composition she was told she could either be a Raiser or a guider. Lotta chose Guider as she could not imagine a life forever stuck in Post Kilo. She is still very close to her father Fjord even now that she is fully grown.</p></font><br>
Rank:Guider
I will be posting my characters here as I find/make lost bios T-T
<font size="4" color="#F5DFC1"><b>MARJA-TYKE }} phantom </b></font><br> <font size="2" color="#F5DFC1"><p>Her father's favorite child, the most flawless of them all. Exceptionally tall and graceful, with an encouraging word for all, the glue that keeps her siblings together. Outwardly, she is the only one who was unaffected by the effects of the poison or death of her family, beyond a standard expectation of grief, the only one able to move on and thrive. But it's not all fun and games. Constantly fatigued as a result of the effects of the poison, it is all she can do to keep her family together while they seem so fragmented, to advocate for her them, and try to move forward. Plagued by nightmares of her parents' dead bodies, of the rest of her family dying, she is inwardly anxious at all turns, always on the edge of shattering due to giving everyone else her all. A half and half feline of dark gilded fur to the left side of her and russet russet to the right, with auburn wisps caressing her entire body and lining gilded sea green eyes.Daughter of Kyros & Idylla.</p></font><br>
<font size="4" color="#F5DFC1"><b>ANASTASIA-SAPPHIRA }} skelly </b></font><br> <font size="2" color="#F5DFC1"><p><b>FAR AWAY, LONG AGO »</b> In a land no longer of this time or world, there lived a society governed by blood and loyalty. The ruler of this land, a beautiful royal by the name of Aleksandria, with an appearance as white as snowflakes and multi-colored blue and green eyes as bright as crystals, governed with the nobility and ferocity of a general at arms, but loved with the grace and tenderness of an empress. Though she regarded all her subjects fairly, she held one above all close to her heart: Nikolas, a soldier who loved her more than anything. A dark prince adorned with marble ornate spirals and swarovski blue eyes, the two devoted themselves completely to one another. No other, male or female, could possibly be seen as worth more than the crystalline realm they fashioned for themselves. Through their vows, they were gifted five beautiful children: four daughters and a son. The youngest daughter, Anastasia was named for the star that burned brightest in the skies above their lands. She who will rise again, they whispered as they held her close, her side pressed against her dear sister’s, Olga. They lived a life of plenty and peace, their lands never once facing anarchy or famine… until one night. If you were to ask the young Anastasia, she would only be able to describe fragments of her memories that night: darkness, urgent whispers, a hot pain, then darkness. Her family lost forever – Her mother, Aleksandria, who even when reprimanding held a softness in her gaze unrivaled by any other; her father, Nikolas, who could always bring a smile to her face; her sisters, Olga, Tatiana and Maria, who she did everything with; her little brother, Alexei, who had never known the pain of an injury or illness before that night – she fled into the night, where her terror at being discovered fueled her as she ran farther and farther away from home. It wasn’t until she was offered sanctuary in the most unlikely of places that she was allowed to grieve and recover. Now, within the underground surrounded by friends and comfort, she has vowed her life to prove her worth and ensure that her life having been saved was not for nothing. <b>« ON THE WIND, CROSS THE SEA, HEAR THIS SONG AND REMEMBER ME.</b></p></font><br>
<font size="4" color="#F5DFC1"><b>CADET LAELA }} GidgetGal</b></font><br> <font size="2" color="#F5DFC1"><p>The most adorable little thing you ever did see. Small and soft, her long, pure snow-white fur drapes around her like a fluffy cloud. Her fern-green eyes sparkle like emeralds, always warm and playful. The daughter of Venus, sister to former Commander Mars, and Fjord, a former Commander himself, she comes from a long line of powerful cats dedicated to the Regime heart and soul. Unfortunately, Laela is bedridden most of the time, having inherited her Grandmother Jasmine’s autoimmune disease rather than a leader's legacy. But while most cats might react to being so weak with frustration or self-pity, Laela has learned from her mother the good that comes from moderation, from temperance. Rather than constantly indulging herself, she takes joy in the little things in life. The smile of a tyke. The contagious and heartfelt joy of laughter. A natural Raiser just like her mother, the highlight of her day comes when she's strong enough to visit Post Kilo and entertain the tykes with various jokes and songs she's learned. Many of her groupmates consider her very childlike in that regard, but what reason does she have to hurry in growing up? Here's a Venus kit too. xDCADET LAELA }} GidgetGalThe most adorable little thing you ever did see. Small and soft, her long, pure snow-white fur drapes around her like a fluffy cloud. Her fern-green eyes sparkle like emeralds, always warm and playful. The daughter of Venus, sister to Commander Mars, and Fjord, a former Commander himself, she comes from a long line of powerful cats dedicated to the Regime heart and soul. Unfortunately, Laela is bedridden most of the time, having inherited her Grandmother Jasmine’s autoimmune disease rather than a leader's legacy. But while most cats might react to being so weak with frustration or self-pity, Laela has learned from her mother the good that comes from moderation, from temperance. Rather than constantly indulging herself, she takes joy in the little things in life. The smile of a tyke. The contagious and heartfelt joy of laughter. A natural Raiser just like her mother, the highlight of her day comes when she's strong enough to visit Post Kilo and entertain the tykes with various jokes and songs she's learned. Many of her groupmates consider her very childlike in that regard, but what reason does she have to hurry in growing up? Though she has many siblings, she is closest to her brother Liam, who also has the autoimmune disease, and constantly searches for a cure for both of them. He has vowed to protect her, and to this day he has never fallen short on that promise. She constantly encourages him and cheers him on through his hardships, always trying to help him in his quest in any way that she can. But more than anything, she reminds him and the rest of their family to find hope in the smallest of things in life, and that every new morning is worth living.</p></font><br>
