There was a girl standing in the door way. Aza dropped her flute from her mouth and it was now sitting carefully beside her. This is my room mate?! Aza thought as the girl started to smile. It scared her, the girls bright green eyes looked like her own, though the girls eyes were more brighter than hers. If that was possible. The girls dirty blond hair was almost the same as her own sandy blond hair. Though the girls hair lacked the red tint Aza had. She studied the girl, taking in all her details. The girl was much wealthier than herself. It looked like she could be a modle, but hey for all she knew the girl could be. Aza felt silly in her skin tight black jeans and her dark purple tank top with one of those navy blue half sweaters on along with her grey waffle beanie she wore.  Azas eyes quickly darted to the bed on the that teased her. She slowly looked back to the girl. "Hi" Azas voice was sharper than she intended. She cleared her throught. "Uh, Im Aza." Her fist clenched her flute as she just stared at the girl that looked like her.

Name|| Aven Hardwicke

Age|| 17

Gender|| Female

Looks||If theres one thing you notice about Aven is that she looks so. . . fragile. She stands at a height of  5'5 and her pale skin looks like porcelain. She has a thin delicate looking frame, but nothing sickly, she still looks healthy. She's not the most curvasious person but she does have some, and she really doesn't have that huge of a chest. She has raven black hair that has a slight wave to it, that reaches just bellow her shoulder blades. Her eyes are a clear cornflower blue and tend to stand out against her pale skin and dark hair. She has a small nose that fits her face, and her lips aren't exactly the fullest. Her face is normally emotionalless which can tend to freak people out, because she looks set in stone. She is also very graceful and she walks on silent feet, like a ballerina, although she not flexible so she could never be one.

Personality|| Aven's personality can be easily compared to a deer. Loud noises scare her, she hates crowds, and she is rather spacey. She quiet, and would prefer to run from her troubles instead of facing them. She is rather soft spoken and is easy to take advantage of, she is a little bit to trusting and willing, she prefers to be a follower more than leader. Although she is rather old she retains a rather childish innocence. Around people she doesn't speak unless spoken too directly, as she child she was told that children should be seen and not heard so she still abides by that rule. 

History||

Orientation|| Straight

Other|| Might like Eli, might.

Gift|| Aven can play the piano, violin and the flute. She can also kinda sing but you'de never heard her. She has a breathy tone kinda like A Fine Frenzy.

Holly lay on her bed twisting her hair in her fingers. She looked out the window hoping that her roommate would come soon so she would have someone to talk to. She sighed and rolled over getting off the bed and going over to a small mirror that was on her desk. Turning around she admired the small mustard yellow suns that dotted the bottom of her hair. She always wore her hair down so the small symbols where visible to everyone. Summer was always the hard one to dye because she couldn’t really think of anything creative so she would dye ice pops and suns. Ice pops on even years and suns on odd.

She looked at the door curiously before looking back at the suns. “Raining sunshine on the flowers of youth.” She muttered returning to her bed and lying down again. She sighed looking at the door. “Someone just save me from this boredom!” She yelped before she rolled over falling off the bed. “Figures.” she muttered getting up.

Aza nodded as the girl introduced herself as Bryn. She was feeling better about the girl but scoffed when she complemented her playing. "Yah so did my moms, that why I'm here." She smiled and lied back relaxed and care free like how a guy would, but she was uncomfortable in side. The girl seemed verry polite asking to come into her own room. Aza smiled a playfull smile. "Its your room is it not?" She chuckled alittle before looking down to her flute wanting to play more. She didnt really know the school so she thought she should explore. Maybe find a place to herself where she could play. Aza stood up and gestured to the bed. "That one is yours, of course." She stumbled over words trying to find the right words to say. "Um... er...Uh..." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I think I am gonna get some air." She smiled, eyes fully open looking at the other girls eyes. It was like looking in a mirror. Aza nodded again and left shuting the door behind her quietly.

Holly stared at the apple tree for a long time before a drop of water splashed on the ground. Her eyes widened and she got out a piece of paper and a pencil. Rapidly she began to draw a man sitting under the tree eating an apple. The image flowed from her mind swiftly and she knew that this man would end up sitting under the tree eating apple.  Prophecies would come to her in this way, a drawing. She wasn’t the best artist and would often draw stick figures instead of detailed bodies. However for this drawing she drew the man in full body with details and all. She chocked when she realized who it was.

She whipped away tears that had formed when she realized that she had drawn her boyfriend Shadow. He had been playing basketball with his younger brother when the men came and killed them along with the rest of Holly’s family. She looked out the window and saw a figure under the apple tree with a red apple in his hand. The figure smirked before biting the apple. Holly closed her eyes and opened them again to find the man gone.

Aza looked around not knowing where she was. Well obviously she was in the B dorm hall but since it was such a big 'School' she didnt know where to go. She didnt even know how to get out of the dorms. She looked down noticing the marble floors, acctually she noticed her shoes was untied. She bent down infront of dorm room B126. She want eavesdropping she was just simply listing while tying her shoe. Of course no one was talking, just slight shifts for movement. She sighed and stood up thinking of where to go. She then remembered the apple tree and how no one was around it. I guess I found my playing spot. A sly smile grew on her face as she switched her flute to her other hand, still standing outside room B126