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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:362px; font-family: georgia; text-align:justify][hr][sub]New school years were Blue's least favorite what with the getting used to teachers who's standards are much too high for them to have a high tolerance level and the getting used to slightly new faces what with their growing and new kids to Beacon Hills. Blue hated it. Nothing happened in her boring life besides falling down the stairs or getting detention for nearly a week. Except this year, this year everything changed.

A grunt rumbled from the lump lying underneath the light grey comforter as the screaching of the old alarm clock filled the room, bouncing off the walls and causing yet another groan, this time more masculine and guttural and coming from the doorway. The messy haired man trudged into the room with a sigh and a hand carding through his mess of brunet locks. He walked over to the side desk, careful not to step on the papers scattered across the room, and shut the alarm clock off. The man's amber eyes rested fondly on the lump that snuggled closer into the warmth of the bed.

The man then leaned towards the lump, resting his large hands on his thighs, clad in a dusty tan police uniform, the light from one of the lamps the lump had left on during it's frantic research session the night before glinted off of the tiny plaque that sat over his right breast read 'STILINSKI'. He cleared his throat and lifted a hand to press into the lump. Right as his hand rested on what he thought was a shoulder and he shouted, "BLUESKI!" the lump flew back, Chewbacca covered pajama covered legs flailed back and a foot went right into Stilinski's face, knocking him back with a yelp as the lump fell back in the tangle of blankets with a thud.

The lump struggled, flailing limps and tangled blonde curls, and finally got free. It sat up and peaked over the bed slowly, amber eyes wide as the girl cautiously checked her surroundings. She screamed when a bloody hand shot up over the bed and she shot up and threw the closest thing to her, a pillow. It hit the face of Stilinski with a 'whop' and he knocked his head back on her desk chair. The girl wrapped her blanket around her in a sense of protection, using it as armour when suddenly her mind registered the man lying on her bedroom floor.

"DAD?!"

"Possibly, I can't really remember." Stilinski grunted on the ground, his hand going up to wipe the blood from his nose. The blonde girl rushed over, smashing her shoulder into the ground as she tripped in her blankets. Stilinski snorted out a breathy laugh that mingled with his daughter's as they got louder. He ran a hand through her tangled curls and she rolled onto her back, staring up at her dad as she yelled.

A pounding up the stairs startled the two and they both shot up, Stilinski grabbing the switch on his belt as his daughter grabbed her bat next to her bed, still attempting to hold the blankets around her shoulders. Suddenly, a man rushed in with worry on his face which immediately dropped and replaced by shock and amusement. "Stiles! I smelled blood and heard thumping! Is everything alright?" Stilinski lowered his switch and sighed a relieved laugh, nodding towards his daughter who looked at the other man in a confused manner. "Everything's fine Scotty boy, Blue just reacted badly when I woke her up. Kicked me in the face." Stiles smiled, wiping his top lip again.

"Sorry about that." Blue mumbled, rubbing the back of her neck. Scott smiled at his step niece and Stiles shook his head. "It's fine Blue, now get dressed and uh," Stiles glanced around her mess of a room, "find your backpack." Scott snorted and Blue chunked a pillow at him, grunting in annoyance when he caught it with a smirk.

Stiles grabbed Scott's shoulder and dragged him out of his daughter's room and down to the kitchen, grabbing a rag for his face and then turned to glare at his best friend. "Scott, you gotta stop saying that stuff." Stiles sighed, shaking his head. Scott looked like a kicked puppy as he stared at his shoes. "I know, it was an accident. She just, she never seems like she's curious about it, is she?" Scott asked, cocking an eyebrow. Stiles shrugged and picked up a fresh cup of coffee, holding it to his nose. Scott cocked his head, crossing his arms and stepping closer to Stiles all the while lowering his voice.

"What do you mean?" Scott asked, and Stiles shrugged once more with a more frantic jerk of his head. "I mean that I've seen her searching for things that she doesn't need the answer to, like about her mother." Stiles looked pointedly at Scott over his most likely stained rag. Scott sighed and leaned his hands against the counter, dropping his head between his arms. They sat in silence for a few beats before Scott shot up, "What if she needs to know?" He watched Stiles bring the coffee cup to his lips with a glare.

"Who needs to know what?" Blue stepped into the kitchen with a shrug and expectant look. Scott and Stiles locked eyes before Scott turned towards her and shrugged. "Nothing, nothing Blue, we're just talking about some case." Scott was always horrible at lying. Blue nodded with a suspicious perk if her right eyebrow before she caught sight of the coffee going down her father's throat. "DAD!" Blue launched herself at him, fighting with him to get the mug from him. "Blue, my nose!" Stiles whined out, holding the mug away as Blue's elbow rested against his nose as she tried to reach. "I'll give you a black eye if you don't gimme the cup, dad." Blue threatened.

Scott stopped the fighting by grabbing the cup and drank the coffee himself. Stiles stopped and Blue stepped away with a smirk and adjusted her t-shirt. Stiles frowned at his best friend and Blue skipped out the door with a broad smirk.

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Blue arrived at school a few minutes before her best friends arrived. This was their first year in high school and already Blue was ready to just run home and tell her dad she was going to live as a crazy naked cave woman because they didn't need education right? The blonde was sitting against one of the front yard trees, waiting for her friends. Alice and Isaiah Mccall were always on time and today was no different, they just hadn't shown up when Blue did so in Blue's mind they were late.

Blue shot up the moment she saw the two pull up with their mother, having to use the tree to help herself stand. She launched herself and her energy towards the car and nearly faceplanted when she got to the car, her face inches from the car door. Alice was laughing at her through the window and allowed Blue to swing the door open. "Good morning Blue." Alice laughed, mouthing a quick bye to her mother. Blue pushed the McCalls towards the sidewalk and gave their mother a giant hert warming smile. Kira waved before driving off.

"Are you guys ready to go to hell?" Isaiah asked, eyebrows quirking as he smirked. "Yes cause I'd love to waltz right into hell." Blue rolled her honey whiskey eyes and Alice shrugged, "But isn't that just a given for you." Alice asked, adjusting her bag strap on her shoulder. Blue gaped in offense at her friends who high fived. "How dare- OOF!" Suddenly a basketball was hitting the back of Blue's head, she stumbled forward and right into Isaiah's chest.

Zay and Alice both turned to search for the idiots who had thrown the ball. They found the group standing not too far away, a group of five. Blue whipped around, glaring at the group. "I'm gonna kill them." She growled and Alice grabbed her shoulder, holding the blonde back. Zay picked up the basketball and glared hard at the group, his jaw clenching in annoyance. One of the boys, tall and dark haired, his skin a nice olive and his eyes a striking blue, jogged over. Zay glared up at him, opening his mouth to speak when the boy gently took the ball from him, fingers sliding softly over Zay's fingers. Zay stared with wide eyes locked on the boy's.

"Sorry about that man, Vincent is a trouble maker." The man had a nice, smooth voice and Blue grunted, breaking free from Alice. "You should be apologizing to me, he hit me in the back of the head!" Blue flailed her arms in exasperation. The guy looked at her with a furrowed brow, eyeing her up and down with a disgusted curl of his top lip. "I'm sorry, how are you relevant?"

"How about I shove a bat wrapped in barbed wire up your rude ass and we'll see how relevant I am then, yeah?" Blue barked, rolling up her sleeves and looking ready to fight. Alice stepped in, pushing Blue back from the scene. "What's going on over here, huh brother?" A girl arrived, short and curvy. Her hair was a soft brown and she had the same pretty blue eyes as the boy who was now holding the basketball. Zay stepped back and crossed his arms, stepping out of his staring. "Tht girl is mad for no reason." The tall boy shrugged.

Blue frantically fought back against Alice, her hands flailing as she tried. "I'm gonna kill him, I don't care that my dad will put me in jail, I'm kill him, hanging him by his-" Alice covered Blue's mouth with her hand and started dragging her away. "Zay we'll see you in first period!" Alice called. Zay shook his head and jogged after them, glaring over his shoulder at the group.

Blue didn't see the group of jerks until lunch time. Alice had found them a table in the outside courtyard and they were having a great time until two of the boys from the group slammed their trays down. One of the boys was extremely tall, possibly a foot taller than Blue, with brown eyes, a broad jaw, and curly brown locks. The second boy was much shorter, standing about a few inches shorter than Zay, with pretty blonde hair and striking blue eyes. Shortie spoke first, smiling at the three. "Is this seat taken?"

"Yes." Blue barked just as Zay smiled and said "No." They turned to glare at eachother. Alice giggled and scooched over, allowing Gigantor to sit next to her. Shortie plopped down next to Blue with a smirk thrown at her and Blue scowled.

"I'm Isaiah McCall and this is my twin sister Alice. That's Blue, we've been friends since she was born." Zay introduced them, Blue glaring at her fries and shoving them into her mouth like they had personally murdered her father. Gigantor spoke then, holding his right hand out. "I'm Boyd Lahey. This is my best friend, Simon Whittemore." [/fancypost][align=center]
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⋆ Inherited her mother's dark hair color, her draw towards the supernatural, her laugh, her observing tendencies, and lips.
⋆ Inherited her father's eyes, nose, skin color, moles, smile, his vivid imagination, downright need to know things, his ambition, sarcasm, tendency to get in trouble, ADHD, and his energy.
⋆ Erratic, stubborn, and wants the answers now not later
⋆ Fiercely loyal, overly protective, and insanely great at swinging a bat.
⋆ She has super curly hair and it's always everywhere. It's a trait inherited from her grandmother. She tries to tame it yet never succeeds and ends up leaving it.
⋆ Prefers to be called 'Blue' due to the blue tint of her hair and the full moon color that she was born on. Only family is allowed to call her 'Agnes' or 'Agnieszka'
⋆ She has two older by six years twin brothers, Adas Laurent and Oliwier Grant. They're both geniuses and excel in all academics but sports, much like their father. Blue enjoys spending down time with Oliwier, learning new languages and tricks about the supernatural and his emissary training, whereas she enjoys pranks and stargazing while talking about unbelievable things with Adas.
⋆ Blue was always seen as one of the guys, as were her two female best friends.
⋆ Blue is top of her class in high school, unbelievably unpopular, but also one of the only female players on the lacrosse team.
⋆ She also plays softball and baseball, but not competitively
⋆ She is fluent in French, Gaelic, Latin, Archaic Latin, and Polish, as well as sarcasm ;)
⋆ Blue has a skateboard and uses that as transportation until she gets the hand-me-down jeep from Adas.
⋆ She also works at her father's book/natural remedies store as well as the neighboring, family owned (with only family as employees, aside from Blue), diner.
⋆ She enjoys her jobs.
⋆ Blue is close friends with the pack children, Eliza Tate, Isaiah and Alice McCall, Jordan Dunbar, Carter Parrish, Aiden Mehaelani, Simon Whittemore, and Rhys Yukimura.
⋆ She is also close friends with all of the Hales except for Matthew Hale. Blue has a special relationship with Derek and treats him as if he were a cool older uncle. She also enjoys both Victoria and Erica's presence, knowing how it feels to be the only girls. Blue is closest with Vincent though and they often times skate around town together and rock out in his room. Alistair and Diana are fairly close to Blue and often times acts as surrogate older siblings.
⋆ Blue is the only human amongst her friends and chooses not to let that hold her back.
⋆ Blue wants to be to be a cop/detective.
⋆ Agnieszka Stilinski was born on an unexpected Blue Moon, of which she gets her namesake, in August, nine years from when her mother dies.
* Blue also has a spark of power in her and grows quite powerful as she ages.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 330px; overflow: auto; height: 300px; color:white; font:arial; font-size:8pt; text-align:justify;] She drags her tingling fingertips along the smooth yet hard leaves that littered the underbrush, eyes caught on the air infront of her, not focusing in on one thing as she trudged slowly along the floor. Her bright red shoes scraped against rocks and sticks, laces getting caught in a stray leaf or twig and dragging them along as she walked. A gentle breeze ruffled the hair that framed her face and dipped closer to her collarbones, tickling her long, pale, and mole plotted neck. She was allowing the Earth to carry her blindly, her strikingly amber eyes glazed over giving her a sense of unconsciousness as the wind, leaves, and bark caressed her hands, gripping gently at her fingers and wrapping slowly around only to let go and allow a new tendril of life take it's place.

Walks like this happened where the young girl found herself in a place unknown, almost as if she were in a trance or was woken up from an exciting dream, happened a lot. It had started when she turned four and happened every two months until she turned seven and she would fall into a trance monthly, which soon morphed into bimonthly a year and a half later until her fifteenth birthday when she'd progressed to falling into these trances bi-weekly. It concerned her father what with his over paranoid tendencies that always seemed to be right. Her mother seemed to know how she felt, mentioning it when Blue was ten that she used to get those trances when she was in high school.

Blue's brothers always worried as well, not exactly liking how she'd just up and leave at any hour of the day to walk with eyes that seemed foreign to them. Adam had often mentioned he'd tried once to lock her in the bathroom and she'd ended up threatening him in Latin with a butcher's knife and he'd nearly shit himself. Oliver had stated he'd done extensive research with their father and found nothing that really explained why she went on these walks.

Blue was snapped from her thoughts and trance with a sudden crack of a branch, followed by a whistling noise and a growl, and then a sudden excruciating pain in her right shoulder. She yelped, turning her head to find a dark arrow stuck crookedly in her shoulder and she felt her stomach drop and the light headedness start to cloud her brain.

Blue's heart was beating rapidly when another arrow shot right by her ear. That's when she bolted to her left and started running, jumping over fallen logs and underbrush and skidding left and right as arrows shot past her head and sides.

That was until Blue dared a glance behind her to see a concentrated boy with dark brown, curled, locks and a large bow. He smirked at Blue as he slowly grabbed an arrow from over his shoulder, moving gracefully as he set the arrow and pulled it back, only for Blue to trip blindly over a jutting out root and go sailing over the edge of dirt and grass. It didn't take long for Blue to make it to the bottom of the small ravine and she watched the world tumble, jumbling around her until she spotted the archer as he watched her fall, bow still pulled tight but looser than if he were going to actually shoot her before a sickening thwack filled Blue's ears and she blacked out.

What felt like, but most likely wasn't, moments later, Blue was being woken up. No one was shaking her like if she'd missed her alarm or if she'd accidentally fallen asleep on the couch, instead, the thumping in her head and sudden tickle of what felt like a bug crawling over her forearm had her sitting up too fast.

The girl immediately knocked heads with someone else, startling herself and scuffling back almost immediately from the form that had grunted in surprise. Blue rubbed her head and groaned as her body weighed down with an ache. She immediately perked up when she realized how low the sun was, just barely grazing over the tops of the ravine and casting a golden glow over everything.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit!"

Blue scrambled to try and stand, hands rustling in the dirt for purchase and trying to haul herself up, only to stop half way and gasp as she feels pain suddenly shoot through her shoulder and chest.

"You shouldn't do that."

A smooth, boyish voice warned her. Blue's eyes shot to meet the figure who'd spoken. She was met with a silvery steel gaze, flecked with green and gold. Blue immediately started glancing over the boy's features, hoping to God that he wasn't some creep who just found girl's in the woods and she sort of knew him.

The boy had tan skin that glowed in the soft afterglow of the sun and broad, and notify bare, shoulders with strong muscle rippling beneath the skin as he moved his hand, long slightly calloused fingers grazing over Blue's bare ankle and dark burned appearing beneath his skin as the pain was whisked from Blue's shoulder.

His face was boyish, yet promised strong, handsome, masculine features for when he was more mature. His most noticeable trait besides his obviously rare eyes were his dark eyebrows that we're slightly furrowed as he gauged Blue's facial expression. He was a handsome boy, with his strong jaw, slightly hollowed cheeks that stretched over chiseled cheekbones, long, dark eye lashes, and pink, slightly curved lips with a fatter bottom lip and a prominent cupid's bow. Blue noted that his hair was wild, the dark raven locks were sticking in all directions, some pieces hanging down onto his forehead. She also noted his widow's peak and found that it was hard to see with how disheveled his hair was already.

Blue couldn't gauge why he wasn't wearing as many clothes as someone should be in late September but she didn't get to ask before the boy was looking straight into her eyes again and furrowing his eyebrows.

"You twisted your ankle really bad and your shoulder is still open. You also hit your head and I need to get you to Alistair before you get an infection in your shoulder."

His tone was rushed and he seemed to be anxious, his eyes dancing around their surroundings. He didn't seem to want to have to sit around and have a conversation with Blue but she didn't care and asked the first question that had come to mind.

"Are you some crazy mix between one of the lost Boys and superman?" She blurted, voice strangled from the pain she still felt even after the whole-whatever the hell the boy was doing to make her pain bearable.

The boy gave her a quick furrowed brow before hopping on his crouched legs, popping his knees and then returning to his previous position. "No."

Blue harrumphed and glared at his eyebrows, nose twitching before a sudden thought about her father crossed her mind once again and she reached into her pocket for her phone only to find it dead. She groaned and the boy shushed her, earning him a harsh glare.

"Who the hell are you? Why are you touching me? And who says you can shush me?"

Blue flailed her hands, mouth spewing out questions as he glanced around. The boy seemed to ignore her questions and was suddenly fitting his arms under her, bridal style. Blue flailed, smacking at his bare chest with her fists and protesting loudly.

"I don't even know you! Put me down! I know how to walk! Just put me down!"

The boy didn't, instead he just shushed her again and stared right at her. "We're out in the open here. I have to get you somewhere safer. Alistair can heal you."

Blue gave him an incredulous look. "What, is the Legolas guy going to come back and kill us with poison arrows?"

His eyebrows quirked at that as he started trudging down the expanse of the small ravine, eyes straight forward and sometimes glancing along the ravine sides.

"And I can walk, just set me down! I'm not four."

The boy just snorted but he finally obeyed her and set her down, surprisingly gently. Blue smirked as she started walking a head of him, limping horrendously on her right leg and flailing when her balance was thrown off, even more than it already is, and the boy was there, grabbing her wrists firmly but not roughly, and dragging her towards him.

"Stop! I know how to walk!" Blue smacked at his hands which he frowned at before they started on again, this time slower what with Blue's limping.

They didn't do much talking as the unknown boy seemed to be content in staying quiet and Blue was too tired to. The boy helped her exit the ravine and led her in the direction that she'd been running before, his arm nearly always a few inches from hers if she needed it.

Blue's silence was ended when she started stumbling over the underbrush and the boy kept trying to help her.

"I got it!"

Blue had yelped finally and stamped her good foot, turning to glare hard at the boy which started an intense glaring contest that had Blue feeling even more ticked off as each second ticked on by.

That was until an arrow whizzed between their faces. Blue looked to her right to find the archer boy, a dark hood pulled over and hiding his face in the dark. The other boy looked panicked and both of them moved, Blue jumping into his arms while he secured her against his chest and started running.

He ran in zigzags, between trees and past rocks, holding tight to Blue as she did to him, groaning in pain whenever he stepped to the side to fast and caused blood to rush to a certain part in her aching body.

The boy didn't seem to be able to do his little healing process when he was concentrating on not getting shot by a maniac's arrows.

Suddenly the arrows stopped and the boy was setting Blue down frantically. She felt vulnerable without his body to shield her from the arrows. The boy had suddenly dropped to his knees and was scraping away at some of the ground, confusing the hell out of Blue.

"Hey, Peter Pan, we're probably gonna have to find someplace safer than out in the open. Digging holes isn't doing much for us!" Blue swatted blindly at his shoulder, eyes caught on the treeline that surrounded the small clearing that they had slid into.

Then Blue was being snatched around the waist and tugged downward, her surroundings were darkened and the smell of spices and herbs filled her senses alongside the smells of dust and rotting wood. She felt herself panicking slightly as she felt around for the boy, heartbeat loud in her ears and her breaths shallow.

Until she was being pulled towards the boy's warm body and felt him relaxing with a heaving chest against the wall of the cellar.

"Where the hell are we?"

Blue had the audacity to whisper yell instead of truly chewing this boy out. His chest rumbled under her fingertips and it startled her.

"We're in a cellar that used to connect to my family's home." His voice was low, and his breath tickled the top of Blue's head as he spoke.

Blue hummed as she slowly grazed a hand across his body, guiding herself to the wall behind him and touching the cool sandy feeling dirt.

They sat like that for what felt like ages before the boy had decided it was time for them to leave. He moved cautiously though and didn't start moving faster until he'd scooped Blue up and darted into the woods

Blue jolted awake again, this time to a loud clatter, a deep rumbling sound, and lots of clanging. Her eyes focused against the bright light in the homey looking room that she'd been placed in, her shoulder felt tight and uncomfortable, having been wrapped and the arrow tip had been taken out. Her body ached when she tried to move and she groaned when a sharp pain shot through her leg.

Suddenly another shirtless man was stepping into her line of sight, feathers stuck above his ears in his dirt colored hair. He looked older than the other boy who'd saved her with a broader jaw and more defined curves in his body. His skin looked soft, unlike the other boy's and it was surprising when he slipped delicate fingers around her ankle and gave her a small closed mouth smile. He had intricate tattoos swirling on his torso, what looked like a tree reached up from his hip, branches hooking around his ribs and nipple. He was a beautiful man, just like the boy, with a less feral face.

"Uh...who are you?"

The man looked up from the clay bowl he was focused on, nimble fingers grinding whatever he had in the bowl. "I'm Alistair. You've been badly hurt by a hunter and I need to change the bandage on your shoulder. Would you mind sitting up for me?" His voice was smooth, calm, and reminded her of her uncle's boss.

Blue pushed herself up with a wince, adjusting her position and turning her head to watch Alistair slowly peal the bandage off of her shoulder. He scooped whatever he'd made from his clay bowl and massaged it into her wound. Blue jolted away at first, earning a soft chuckle from Alistair who set a gentle hand on her arm.

"Where am I?"

Blue was surprised she wasn't asking a million questions a minute or wasn't having a panic attack at the sight of being in an unknown place with a man she didn't know after being shot by another person for no god damned reason.

"You're in my home." He continued to work the paste into her wound gently, hand still pressed against her arm.

"I meant like state, town, county? Cause if Peter Pan took me to Neverland, I'm gonna find him and beat his ass!"

Alistair chuckled and moved to rewrap her shoulder, shaking his head.

"We're still in Beacon Hills, you don't have to worry. My brother can be a little awkward when it comes to girls. We're under the preserve so a quick drive and you'll be back to your house in no time. My uncle has a car, he'll most likely take you, he knows where Deputy Stilinski lives."

Alistair spoke as he worked, his voice was slow and soothing and Blue could probably fall asleep from listening to it. He stood up then, wiped his hands on his pants and then reached for a cup of steaming tea. "Here take this."

Blue took it slowly, eyeing him as if she didn't really know whether or not she could trust him which caused him to laugh, a hand covering his mouth, and shake his head. "Just drink it, it'll stop the pain. I'll give you some packets of it to take home just incase the pain starts up again."

"Why was I shot? I mean, I was just walking through the woods and some guy shot me! And why was he shooting at Peter Pan?"

Blue flailed the hand that wasn't holding the tea, eyes wide. She took a quick sip of the tea and spluttered everywhere, causing Alistair to throw back his head and laugh, smile hidden from her line of sight.

"I'll get you some sugar." He chuckled as he walked past the cot Blue was sat on and disappeared behind some curtains.

"But to answer your questions, I don't really know why they went after you. They've never actually seen you with us, you don't even look like any of us, and anyone in their right mind would know you're Stilinski's kid. But I guess that hunter was new, if not then he's even more of a psychopath." Alistair came back into the room with a jar of sugar, closed mouth smiling as he handed her a spoon and set the jar down nearby.

Blue hummed, spooning some sugar into her tea and mixing it in. Despite how curious she was about this situation, Blue knew she would have to go home or else her father and her mother would send out search parties.

"Did you contact my dad?"

Alistair nodded, his green eyes flicking over her face as he stood at the foot of her cot, arms crossed.

"My uncle went to your home and spoke to one of your brothers, Adam I think. He's sure to relay the message to your father."

Blue relaxed against the pillows Alistair had set up and sighed, rubbing her hand over her face. They sat in silence as questions flew through Blue's mind, one hundred miles per minute. Blue sipped on the tea while Alistair started to put up some of the jars he had on the pretty wood table next to Blue.

"Do you have a shower?"

Alistair looked up and nodded, setting the two jars he'd been holding down and walking over to her. "Here."

He took her tea and set it down before slowly helping her stand, walking her around the head of her cot and past a large blackout curtain, into a very earthy looking bathroom.

"Towels are under the sink and I'll wash your clothes. I'll bring you some of my old clothes until your clothes are done." Alistair smiled, moving to leave before stopping and turning to Blue as she started working on getting her hair out of its ratty bun. She cocked an eyebrow and he gestured towards the shower.

"Shampoo is the darker green bottle." He said and then whisked out, making sure to close the curtain behind him securely. Blue chuckled, shaking her head as she finally got her hair down.

The red locks hung around her face and down her shoulders in knots, leaves stuck here and there along with a few twigs. She picked them out before undressing herself slowly. Her shirt came off rather easily given the situation with her arm, and she tossed the dirty piece of clothing next to the curtain door. Blue shimmied out of her jeans and made sure her phone was taken out, she needed to charge it but the promise of a hot shower was calling to her.

After undressing completely, Blue reached into the shower and quickly turned it on, yelping when the water hit her in the face. She waited for it to warm up and grabbed a wash cloth from under the sink and finally caught sight of herself in the mirror.

Blue's face was smudged with dirt and mascara, her left cheek was scratched, her nose hurting and there were a few bruises littering her body. She frowned at herself before moving to step into the shower, pulling the curtain around her.

The water was hot, turning her pale skin pink as it thrummed gently on her skin. She scrubbed her body four times with the wash cloth and washed her hair two times, massaging her scalp, careful where she'd hit her head. Questions were still flashing through her mind.

Why were there hunters anyway? There was a hunting prohibition in Beacon Hills. How did Peter Pan find her? How did she not die? What did Alistair's uncle tell Adam?

She really needed her phone.

After clicking the shower off, Blue heard some chattering in the main room. The most prominent voice out of all of them was a deep, foreign man's voice and it startled Blue a bit as he spoke to Alistair and what seemed to be two others. She noted that her clothes had been picked up and a pair of old running shorts and a navy blue shirt had been placed on the counter. She dried herself off quickly, wrapping her hair in the same towel and then slowly getting herself dress.

When she stepped out, her hair was hanging around her face in wet tendrils and she held her phone and dirty town to her chest, limping into Alistair's living room.

An older version of Peter Pan stood infront of Alistair who was giving the man a hard and annoyed look. Next to Alistair stood a very elegant looking woman with long mousy brown locks pulled up into a braided crown around her head, her nose was sharp just like the older man's and she had dark brown eyes with the same dark brows as Peter Pan and the older version of him. Next to the older man stood Peter Pan himself who looked mildly upset, his head cocking when he spotted Blue.

Peter Pan's sudden head movement had the other three turning to look at Blue who was honestly extremely confused. Alistair beamed, his mouth still closed, and rushed over, taking her towel and handing her a phone charger. "Here, take this." He said and then scuttled off to put the towel somewhere.

The two new couple looked Blue over, a sad look overcoming the expression on the older man's face and he turned away, glaring hard at Peter Pan. The woman however stalked closer to Blue and pushed herself into Blue's space.

"What were you doing in our territory?"

"What?"

Blue choked out, eyes blown wide and she just knew she looked like Bambi.

"Cora, back off."

The older man growled, startling Blue even more. She stared at the woman, Cora, who was frowning at her before she stepped back and snorted at Blue. Alistair stepped back in then and rolled his eyes.

"Aunt Cora, leave her alone, she had no idea she was even in our territory. It's not like she's one of us."

"Well she smells like someone that's like us. She should know."

"Cora, she's wearing my clothes, what do you think?"

"No! She smells like someone else!"

The older man pressed his hand into Cora's shoulder and clenched his jaw hard.

"He said she doesn't. We can't go against his wishes."

Blue was so utterly confused, eyes darting from man to boy to man as she spoke. "I should, or shouldn't know what?" She pressed her fists into her hips, eyebrows furrowed and her jaw clenching. "And who's saying I shouldn't know whatever this is?"

The older man's gaze didn't waver from Blue's, his multi-colored eyes locked to hers as they stared each other down. Cora was glaring at Blue, gaze hot on Blue's cheeks while Alistair and Peter Pan watched the exchange with slightly gaping mouths.

"Your father." The older man said, voice different now, deeper and more gravelly.

"My father." Blue deadpanned, looking taken aback.

The older man nodded once, gaze never wavering. "Yes."

Cora snorted as Blue frowned, breaking the older man's gaze and starting to pace, muttering words under her breath. "Great job Derek, now Bambi Jr has got a thing against Bambi senior."

Alistair snorted at Cora and swatted at her shoulder right as Blue dropped down to plug in her phone, muttering getting faster as she stuck the plug in.

Blue vaguely heard Peter Pan's voice, low and curious, "What language is that?"

Alistair responded to his brother with a low chuckle. "Polish."

Blue continued to mutter as her phone turned back on, her hands tapping impatiently on the sides, brows furrowed. Once the phone turned on she realized she didn't have service and groan, jumping up and stomping with twitching fingers over to the four others.

Alistair was the only one who kept an amused smile while the other three looked ready to attack Blue, she ignored them and demanded a phone.

"Here ya go." Alistair slid the land-line towards her and she typed in her father's number, tapping her foot impatiently as the phone rang.

"Stiles Stilinski how can I-"

"What the hell don't you want them to tell me?"

Blue blurted and Stiles gasped, completely ignoring her question.

"Blue! Oh my gosh! Are you alright?"

"Yes dad, I'm fine! I just got shot by a fucking maniac in a hood and-"

There was immediate protesting on the other side. Blue huffed as she recognized her uncle Scott and aunt Malia and some tussling.

"You got- SCOTT GET MY GUN!"

"STILES NO!"

"LIAM HOLD STILES DOWN!"

"DO NOT TOUCH ME, DUNBAR, I'LL END YOU!"

Blue held the phone away from her ear as all of the ruckus from her family went on. She tapped her foot impatiently while Alistair stifled his laughter with Peter Pan and the older man, Derek, looked a little zoned out, a tiny smile on his lips. Cora made herself tea as she rolled her eyes.

"Blue?"

She pressed the phone back to her ear, a smile tugging at her lips.

"Isaiah?"

"Yeah! Oh jeez, everyone's goin' crazy over here babe. Liam's sitting on Stiles' head with my mom, my dad is literally having to hold Malia down."

"My dad should have said something about me being on speaker. Put him back on."

"Okay, hold on honey."

Blue's leg was still jiggling and she caught Alistair's gaze, a questioning one with a hint of teasing. Blue rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"Dad, what is it that you don't want them to tell me?"

Her dad hesitated and she pictured him trying to calculate a good excuse or lie to get him out of her questioning. Blue waited impatiently, foot still tapping until Peter Pan reached out and grabbed her thigh, gaze sharp and eyebrows furrowed. She grabbed her hand around his wrist and clenched her jaw, pressing her fingers into his pressure point and he slowly let go.

"Blue if I don't want them to tell you, what makes you think I want to tell you about this thing that I should probably tell you about because it's probably for a greater good than bad because you could help but also because you'd possibly be safer but I don't wanna tell you and-"

"Oh goodness, tell Stiles to shut the fuck up. That kid is so stressful." Cora groaned, looking ready to throw her cup at the wall and start ripping her hair out.

"Dad, if it's for my greater good than why not tell me?"

"Cause...uh cause it's dangerous...uh and you knowing about it could result in putting you in danger. And because I'm not very good at explaining it."

Derek snatched the phone from her and huffed.

"Stiles, she was shot by a hunter alright. Shot by a hunter who probably thought she was one of us. Your daughter could have died if my son wasn't there, now if you don't tell her soon, one of us might not be there next time."

Derek looked severely annoyed and slightly scary, his shoulders broad and stiff as he glared down at the cord of the telephone. Peter Pan and Alistair stepped back, eyes wide. Blue watched Derek, listening to the silence from the other line.

Then a soft croak from her father.

"Derek?"

Derek seemed to relax, doing against the counter he was leaning on and clamping his eyes shut, nails digging in his palm before he whispered a quick "here you go" to Blue and handed the phone back, stepping out of the living room, followed closely by Cora.

"Uh, I have no idea what that just was but uh he has a point."

Stiles sighed on the other end and Blue imagined him scrubbing a hand over his face, closing his eyes and just looking exhausted.

"You, uh, you don't have to tell me right away. I'd just like to know."

"Yeah. Yeah, okay."

Both of their voices were quiet and Blue felt her cheeks heat up when she saw how intensely Peter Pan was watching her, facial expression unreadable.

"You coming home soon, Blue?"

"Yeah dad, I'll be there soon."

"Alright kid. I'll uh...I'll see you then."

Blue hung up and slowly put the phone down, staring after Derek and Cora. She hummed in thought and then turned, lips parting to speak with Alistair when she suddenly came face to face with Peter Pan.

He was leaning down quite a lot to accommodate the height difference and his top lip was curled just enough to show off a bit of his perfectly straight and white teeth. He somehow made his broad shoulders look even bigger and his eyebrows were furrowed together, making him look even more feral than he already did. Blue could feel his heaving breath from his nose on her face, her eyes blowing wide as he startled her with his close proximity.

"Why were you in the preserve?" His voice wasn't as boyish anymore and Blue's heartbeat ticked. The cogs in her brain were moving rapidly and she gaped at him like a fish for a few moments before she was clenching her jaw and furrowing her eyebrows at him.

"Why are you so confrontational?" She snapped at him, jabbing her pointer finger into his bare chest as if to be more intimidating. "What if I just like to take walks? What if I love to just dance around like a Disney fucking princess and talk to the cute little birdies and bunnies? Or maybe-" Blue jabbed at his chest with each example, "just fucking maybe, I love to get chased by Robin Hood and nearly get fucking killed for fun!"

Alistair made a noise in the back of his throat as Peter Pan seemed to have grown, his chest heaving now under Blue's finger and he looked sincerely pissed.

"I risked my life for you, Princess-"

Blue scoffed at the nickname and looked taken aback as the boy leered at her, moving even closer to her face as if he were going to snap her neck any moment.

"And I think I deserve an explanation as to why a simple little girl is on private property when she should be at home putting on lipstick and kissing boys!"

Blue's eyes flared at that, her usually bright honey whiskey eyes darkening to a dark coffee color, her hands clenching at her sides.

Breathe Blue, you are not going to start a fight with a boy nearly a foot taller than you. You'd lose immediately. So just breathe.

Blue huffed out a forced breath before closing her eyes and giving Peter Pan a little smirk and a dry laugh.

"First off sweetheart, don't call me 'princess', second, I didn't ask you to save my life but since you did thank you so much!" Blue caught him off guard by clasping her hands on each side of his face and pressing a kiss to his right cheek, loud and wet before backing away with a bright, sarcastic smile, hiding her smirk as he jolted up straight and glared daggers at her.

"Oh and thirdly, I don't think you should be treating such a traumatized victim so harshly considering I'm also a guest and was almost killed."

She pouted, her plush lips sticking out mockingly and she pretended not to notice the way Peter Pan's eyes drifted slowly to her lips and then back up to her eyes. He huffed then, like an annoyed dog, and grumbled something inaudible before whisking over to the couch across from the cot that had been set up.

Blue smirked to herself before realizing that Alistair had been watching the whole exchange with wide green eyes, his mouth hanging open slightly. The young girl rose an eyebrow at him and cleared her throat.

"So if we're done here, I'd like to go home, to my warm bed, where people won't attack me after I've already been attacked once in the last 24 hours."

Alistair snapped out of his trance and nodded, rushing behind the curtains with a "Yes, right!" and returning moments later with her clothes.

"Here you go, Blue, I hope you don't mind, I kind of just threw your bra and underwear in with everything else." Alistair gestured to her white bra and batman panties. Blue blushed high on her cheeks and along her neck, chuckling nervously.

"No, no, yeah, that's fine. My uh my brothers do it all the time." She shoved her bra and panties under her jeans and t-shirt.

Peter Pan snorted behind her and Alistair shot him a dirty look.

"You can change now before we go or you can just come by tomorrow and drop off my clothes if you're in such a rush." Alistair reassured her, glancing down at her t-shirt that was sliced all the way to the bottom hem. Blue nibbled on her bottom lip and scrunched her nose, snorting out a laugh.

"Mind if I steal your shirt for a while?"

Alistair shook his head, laughing a little himself, the apples of his cheeks reddening up as he fiddled with the necklace around his neck.

"Great. I'll be right back."

Blue whisked off to the bathroom and quickly changed into her own jeans, along with her underwear and bra, while keeping Alistair's shirt. She'd check the wound on her back when she got home where people she actually knew could be there to support her.

She returned to the room just as Cora was returning with quite a stout man with a lean build and dark cinnamon colored hair that was chopped short just below his boxed jaw, emerald green eyes darting up from where he was humming with a closed lip smile down at Peter Pan, long fingers buried in the younger man's raven black hair.

"Oh, hello! You must be Esmee!" The man's voice was deep and echoed off the walls as he dragged her over by her thin wrist, wrapping large arms around her body. Blue was struck still as she held her hands at his sides in shock. She opted on patting his muscular back, he along with the other two boys in the room, was shirtless and seemed to have quite intricate designs covering his tan skin just as Alistair did.

"You've grown so much! You used to be a little devil running around the book store, I never did understand how someone as quiet as Oliver could be related to someone as devilish as you and Adam. How's Olly by the way, haven't seen his cute little face in ages, not since he went off to college in Sacramento." The man spoke in his booming voice, pulling back and clapping happily on Blue's back as his eyes scrunched in a broad, toothy smile, crows feet appearing and the cogs in her brain started working.

"Book- He...LUKE?!" Blue yelped, looking to his face for approval and squeezing him tight as he nodded.

"Olly is great! He's so stuck up in his studies that anytime he comes to visit, all he says is either 'good morning', 'food', or just his ex-girlfriend's name cause he's a baby."

Luke scrunched his nose at Blue and ruffled her hair fondly as he pouted, "Oh poor baby."

"Yes poor me." Blue pouted back and they started beaming at each other, laughter spilling from Luke's lips.

Derek stepped back in then, eyebrows furrowed as he heard Luke laughing.

"Lucian?"

Luke turned with a startled look at Derek's confused voice. He hummed, a thick arm wrapped around Blue's shoulder.

"Oh hmm? Right! Esmee! Stilinskis- Well as I've told you, and my sister multiple times, Oliver used to work at the book store before he got accepted into college and little Esmee here used to come in with him whenever Adam was off being a delinquent and Stiles was at work."

Blue nodded and Derek seemed content with that answer, tossing something shiny at Luke who caught it easily and twirled the object- keys - around his finger. "Alright boys, say goodbye to the greatest thing in your lives." Derek snorted at Luke who was smirking at his nephews.

Alistair shook his head and frowned, arms crossed casually over his bare chest. "Don't think I want to especially if she's the greatest thing."

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She always managed to watch it in what seemed to be slow motion.

The emotion had surged through her first, the warm feeling that seemed to claw at her veins, nerves, muscles, skin, burning her and bringing her ecstasy all at once. Next came the horror, she hadn't even realized what she was doing in that moment, she just remembers their screams, like she always does. Being only seven and having to watch as the blood from the men and women who you once trusted, separated from their body, was horrific. They all stared at her with glassy eyes, watching as their own blood floated about them, the particles dancing and shimmering. Then, there was an ache in her head and she dropped to her knees, kneecaps smashing into the marble slab that was the church's floor, and a spark ignited. A wave rushed from her knees and she raised her head to the ceiling screaming as the blood splattered against the white walls and the bodies of the men and women dropped. Some were charred while others had a simple clean circular mark straight through their forehead.

She had fallen asleep that night in the same spot, surrounded by the dead bodies, and watched as the blood trickled down the wall like a waterfall, gentle and chaotic all at once. When she woke, the church was charred and the bodies of her family could no longer be identified as hers, they matched the ones around her.

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NAME MEANING: RODION - From the Greek name Heroudes meaning "song of the hero" | YAKOV - Russian and Bulgarian form of Jacob (or James), meaning Supplanter in Hebrew | PETROVIC - Derived from the Greek "petros" meaning "rock".
NAME ORIGINATION: His grandfather named him Rodion after his best friend and best soldier was killed in the war. His mother named him Yakov after her deceased twin brother and his father had him pass on the royal family name.
NICKNAMES: Rodie, Rodes
PET NAMES: Ro, his mother and sisters call him пирог which means pie

RANK: Prince, heir to the throne

SEX: Male
GENDER: Male
PREFERRED PRONOUNS: He/Him

BIOLOGICAL AGE: 22
PHYSICAL AGE: Physically, Rodion doesn't look a day over 26. His body is well built and his joints and muscles are probably better than they should be.
MENTAL AGE: More often than not, Rodion acts like a ridiculous 15 year old school boy with the occasional charming 18 year old hottie. He only ever seems like he's much older whenever something serious is going on with his family, and even them he's only ever got a mindset of a 35 year old.

SEXUALITY: Bisexual
ROMANTIC PREFERENCE: Any beautiful person
TURN ONS: Stubborn, quick-witted, ambitious, has a sense of humor, pretty eyes, and can dance
TURN OFFS: Self-centered, heartless, rude, and gold diggers
PAST RELATIONSHIPS: One, and it was with a noble girl who his sister set him up with. His father broke the relationship up when he found out about it.
LOVE INTEREST: His past girlfriend
CRUSH: n/a
PARTNER: n/a[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:none; width:400px; color:black; font-size: 16px; font-family: arial; text-align: left; letter-spacing: 1px;]» persona and history.[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; width: 410px; height: 100px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-top: -3px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; height: 100px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; min-height: 100px; padding: 0px; font-size: 9px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: verdana;][B]FULL PERSONALITY:

POSITIVE TRAITS: Courageous; Intelligent; Generous; Sensitive to Others; Good humored; Loyal; Earnest; Passionate
NEUTRAL TRAITS: Ambitious; Determined; Charming; Artistic; Curious; Independent
NEGATIVE TRAITS: Perfectionistic; Selfless; Untrusting; Overprotective; Unpredictable; Fluctuating Self-Esteem; Overly Competitive

STRENGTHS:
SHORTCOMINGS:

[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:none; width:400px; color:black; font-size: 16px; font-family: arial; text-align: left; letter-spacing: 1px;]» other.[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; width: 410px; height: 100px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-top: -3px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; height: 100px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 410px; min-height: 100px; padding: 0px; font-size: 9px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: verdana;][B]LIKES: Dancing; art; the sciences; tarts and hot chocolate in the middle of winter; running about the castle; pranking Curin, his sisters, and the rest of the palace staff
DISLIKES: his step-mother; his father; being bossed around; dolls; and waking up early
HOBBIES: Painting; dancing; playing with his sisters; sneaking out of the palace and disguising himself as a townsman
INTERESTS: Being an engineer or painter; or possibly even being a soldier

OCCUPATION: Prince
LIFESTYLE: He lives in a palace with servants and doesn't get to do a lot.
HOME:

CHARACTER PLAYLIST:
list songs - artists here that your character particularly enjoys or might remind the roleplayer of the character.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none;font-family: arial;text-align: center;color: white;width: 390px; text-transform: uppercase;margin-top: -3px; font-size:8px; line-height: 11px;]hidden scrolling | lightsy loves you[/fancypost]

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:362px; font-family: georgia; text-align:justify][hr][sub]Here's my form:

I didn't fill in everything but I think it's about good enough for you to get a grasp on his character a bit. I kind of based him off of the happy pre-war type of Bucky Barnes. (Btw his personality type is ISFP)[/fancypost][align=center]
[size=6pt]★ trek

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:362px; font-family: georgia; text-align:justify][hr][sub]Could we maybe do something father back? Like not Medieval or whatever but like maybe we could do somewhere around like the WWII era (because like I have an obsession or something and ugh). We don't have to, I'm also good with modern time.

And how are you specifically starting the thread? Like at what point in the thread?[/fancypost][align=center]
[size=6pt]★ trek

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:362px; font-family: georgia; text-align:justify][hr][sub]Alrighty![/fancypost][align=center]
[size=6pt]★ trek