they call me anenome eos sisinis.

WOULD HAVE DROWNED.

check yes juliet, are you with me
name:

“Anemone Eos Sisinis.”

``ANEMONE: a wind flower. a mythological nymph who turned into a flower.
``EOS: the titanic goddess of the dawn, who rose from her home at the edge of oceanus, the ocean that surrounds the world, to herald her brother helios, the sun.
``SISINIS: a surname of greek origin.

nicknames:

“Well, I think it’s funny to insist people call me by my first name—so I do. A few people call me Eos, for simplicity, but, generally speaking, it’s Anemone or bust.” Pause. “Er…yeah, I sorta picked up the nickname Ariel when I came here. So, I mean, I guess that’s acceptable. But it’s mostly for people who can’t, for the life of them, spit out my name. Ane-ane-anemone! Yeah, just call me Ariel.”

d.o.b:

“April sixteenth, nineteen hundred and ninety-two.”

character&&story:

“Ariel—The Little Mermaid. I’m really hoping it’s the Disney version, Hans Christian Andersen makes me want to wet myself and cry.”

housing: Rose

height&&weight:

“Five feet five and three-quarter inches, one hundred and sixteen pounds. Sexy, can I!”

hair color:

“Some variation of red.”

eye color:

“Hazel! Which may or may not be a completely imaginative color.” Pause. “You know, just like all of us fairytale creatures.”

other appearance notes:

“I’m pretty petite looking, but I’m a bit of a swimmer, so, case in point, I can kick your tush. But some guys like it like that. I think.”

rain is falling down on the sidewalk
likes:

.SURFING
.MUSIC
.CONCERTS
.SUNGLASSES
.BANDANAS
.CROAKIES
.SKINNY JEANS
.COLORFUL DENIM
.SHUTTER SHADES
.BRIGHT COLORS
.FIREFLIES
.THE OCEAN
.LANGUAGES
.BEING BAREFOOT
.TREES
.CONVERSES
.TRUCKER HATS
.STRIPED SHIRTS
.PATTERNED TIES
.SKINNY TIES
.FRUIT
.STEAK
.YOGA
.BLACK OUTS
.SLURRED WORDS
.STATIC KISSES
.GOLF
.VESTS
.COMPUTERS
.GRAPHICS
.DESIGN
.LAUGHTER
.DECISIONS

dislikes:

.TURNIPS
.ONIONS
.TOMATOES
.SWEETS
.HOT DRINKS
.MILK
.CROCS
.UGGS
.FURRY BOOTS
.DENIM SKIRTS
.CAPRIS
.COUNTRY MUSIC
.SHOES
.UNDERWEAR
.PIERCINGS
.TATTOOS
.STOMACH GURGLES
.HOSPITALS
.DEMANDS
.FAILURE
.LECTURES

strengths:

.TALENTED SWIMMER
.EXTRAORDINARY VOCALS
.CLEVER
.ADVENTUROUS
.INDIVIDUAL
.PRIVATE
.OUTGOING
.SOCIAL
.ASSERTIVE
.PASSIONATE
.STRONG-WILLED

weaknesses:

.OVERPROTECTIVE
.FORGIVING
.OPTIMISTIC
.NAIVE
.CURIOUS
.DISOBEDIENT
.STUBBORN
.IMPATIENT
.OVERLY ZEALOUS
.INTENSE
.SOMEWHAT SPOILED

overall personality:

“Well, I’m kinda spoiled. Not enough to be rotten, I gather, but I’m the youngest of five and Daddy’s favorite. So ‘spoiled’ comes along with the territory, you know?” Pause. “Anyway, for the most part, I get what I want. New clothes? New car? No problem. Still, I’d like to think that I’m not that extraordinarily materialistic. Who would? But, honestly, I don’t ask for Daddy to buy me things. I have a job—I can afford things on my own, thanks. Most of what I buy is thrift store or vintage, anyway. It has a better vibe, you know? Yeah. Still, just because most of it’s thrift store doesn’t mean I don’t have a random assortment of crap. Which I do—and a lot of it! Most of it’s not even stuff I buy—more like things I find, you know? I like collecting things from where I’ve been. I have concert stubs and hotel keycards from various countries I’ve been to, a few different sorts of sunglasses that’ve been abandoned here and there—oh! My crown jewel’s this awesome doll. I found it in a dumpster a few years back—miserable, you know? I dunno who abandoned it, but I bet they’re sorry now! I named him Guppy, and he’s a voodoo doll. I don’t think he works, though. I mean! I didn’t try it to be mean, I was just curious, so I stuck a lock of my hair on it and pocked it’s finger.

“Nothing happened. But, I still thought it was neat. So, I took it. But, hush! It’s a secret—like all of my other collections. Daddy’d throw a fit if he knew I had stuff like that. He says it’s unbecoming of a lady. But, well, what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him! I know it sounds terrible, but Daddy likes to keep me away from people. I know it’s only because he wants to protect me, but it’s so frustrating! I want to be where the people are—my people, I mean. He wants me to wear pastel dresses and be a socialite. Personally, I’d rather wear skinny jeans and be a rockstar. It’s just difficult, you know? We’ve never seen eye to eye—which is problematic. I want to be at concerts and hotdog eating contests, not locked in my room or at swim practice. Daddy’s never understood this—and he’s only gotten worse after Mama died. I mean, she’d been sick for a while, but that didn’t mean any of us really expected it to happen. I was only seven at the time, but her way of living has stuck with me.

“Mama always focused more on life, than the afterlife—she wasn’t a particularly religious woman. She just wanted to make the most of what time she had. So, she did. I have a few very potent memories of her, but, from what I remember, she was very passionate. And kinda hotheaded. Daddy says I remind him of her a lot, but I’m not sure how I feel about it. I don’t like to see my father tear up, you know? It makes me uncomfortable—I’ve always viewed him as very strong. And, don’t get me wrong, he is! It’s just weird to see him be so open with me, especially since I’m rarely that open with anyone. Yeah, there are a few people, and, despite our differences, Daddy is one of them, but I like to keep things to myself. My business is my own, you know? Yeah. It sounds so sketch, but, because of my father, I kinda have to be secretive. I’d never been able to go to half the things I’ve gone to if he knew about them! Heck, my sister’s don’t even know. I’m very good at sneaking.

“Er…I didn’t mean it in a weird way. Really. I just like to get out, and the only way I can do that is by slipping out my window and off the roof. I like to go on adventures. I mean it! Not just to concerts and stuff, you know? I’ve gone caving, sky diving, and a load of other stuff tons of people only dream about. And I mean dream in the literal sense, not like hopes and whatever. I really dig the adrenaline rush. Danger, danger! I love it, can’t get enough of it—you know the drill. I’m also a bit of an attention whore, I guess. I don’t think I’m too terrible, but I’m the youngest of five, so cut me some slack. I like to have all eyes on me. Which isn’t an unrealistic expectation, I think. I know it sounds presumptuous, but I’ve got one heck of a voice. Aside from the various swimming competitions I’ve been in over the years, I’ve done a lot vocally. Mostly choruses, but a few solos here and there. And, not to brag, but I do belt out a mean karaoke. It’s sexy, what can I say?

“I’m totally kidding, by the way. I like to think that I’m self confident, but I don’t think I’m too arrogant. Like, if there were a normal amount of arrogance, it’d be me. Or something. I just like to have fun and live big, you know? I guess it can be a little exasperating, but I’m always out doing something—never a dull moment, or your money back! I’m a lot to handle, but I do have some good qualities, really. For one, I don’t hold grudges. I kinda can’t. I believe in absolute forgiveness, which isn’t always good. Because betray me once, and I’ll probably let you do it again and again. But, and yes this is a big one, if a person were to betray or even mildly insult some one I cared about, all the guns are out. And, by that, I mean my arms. I’ve been working out—and the beach is that way. But, the people I really care about—well, I’ll do anything for them. Anything.

“Do you really wanna test me on that...punk?”

i won't go until you come outside
parents:

“Adrastos and Calista Sisinis. Both Greek, both crazy about the ocean. My father’s a shipping tycoon—huge business, you know? He’d never have been able to do it without help from my mother. And her family, mainly. Descended back to some or other politician in Ancient Greece. Yeah, it’s pretty fly.”

siblings:

“Well, there’s Callidora, Enora, Ileana, Isaura, and Lysandra.” Pause. “Any more and I’d start forgetting.”

other important figures:

“Only the ones in my fairytale. Prince Eric, the Sea Witch, King Triton—I think I’d also like to throw in a Flounder and Sebastian. And maybe that sea gull.”

overall history:

“I feel like it should be enough to say that I was born and ended up being part of a fairytale, but I guess you want more substance. I mean, it’s cool—don’t worry about it. Since I was born last, though, I’m gonna give a bit of honorable mention to my parents and my sisters. And stuff. Yeah, so, my parents knew each other since a very long time—and it wasn’t any surprise that they eventually got married. Daddy was never rich, though, growing up. His parents owned a decent restaurant, but Mama’s parents came from old money—old like ancient, you know? Daddy’s family couldn’t compete with that. However, living in a small town leaves few options for friends. Mama wasn’t above wrestling with children of a lower class—that’s just the way she is, down and dirty. Well, as she told it, Daddy was the only man who’d ever given her a challenge. She’d push him into the mud—he’d push right back. She called him a poo poo head, he told her she smelled like a horse’s bottom. They pretended to hate each other until they were twelve, when they realized that the unusual amount of time they’d always spent with each other wasn’t exactly the hate they’d always thought it to be.

“From that moment on, they went from attached at the hip to inseparable—same thing, really. And, as ambitious as Daddy was, still is, Mama’s parents had no problem with the childhood romance—even as it grew to be something more. They were each other’s first everything—romantic, you know? I think their story’s how fairytales should actually be—for the most part, I mean. Daddy proposed when they were both eighteen. Young, yeah, but they might as well have been engaged for the past fourteen years. They waited a while for children—six years. In that time, Daddy took some loans from Mama’s family to start his own business. In only two years, he was able to repay it tenfold. However, he wanted certain stability. Whereas Mama was spontaneous and unorganized, Daddy thrived on planning and steadfastness. It was an excellent pairing, no doubt. So, when they both though the time was ready, they decided to try for a baby. Nine months later, out came Callidora.

“Followed ten months later by Enora.
“And then Ileana and Isaura thirteen months after that.
“Lysandra came exactly nine months after that.

“As for me, I was born a year and a month behind Lysandra. After me, it was decided that they’d had enough children—five young girls, who’d eventually be five young ladies, was more than enough to handle. Daddy was always overprotective—especially of me. I guess it’s the territory that comes with being the baby. Regardless, he watched me like a hawk. Mama, on the other hand, sensed in me a kindred spirit. I’m not saying my siblings aren’t fun, but they’re more particular to being socialites than scene kids—which I wouldn’t say I am, but you get the contrast. My sisters actually like dressing up. I don’t mind it terribly, but Mama always knew I’d rather be out on the ocean than in taking ballet lessons. She’d always take me to go surfing with her. It was a daily habit during the summer, mostly because that’s when we’d be at our beach house in Australia. I still visit there, when I can, but I’m caught up with school most of the time. Tragic, right? Partially. The house has bad memories. It’s where Mama died.

“She’d been sick for a while. I don’t know how long, but I do know that she was in constant pain. Some sort of cancer, I think. It was prolonged, especially because, when she contracted it, the doctors said she’d only have six months, at best. Turns out, she had a few years. I was seven when she died—and I don’t think any of us have gotten over the loss. Daddy rarely talks about her, any more. And, when he does, he’s still on the verge of tears. I miss her with all my heart, but I think Mama would want us to celebrate life and not dwell on death. Daddy doesn’t get this—he keeps us close to his heart and home. I don’t think Daddy could take losing another so close to him—especially since, if there’s such a thing as soul mates, I think him and Mama were it.

“Daddy got stricter when Mama was gone. He tried to make me more like my sisters, but, the more he tried, the more I resisted. I have an extremely curious and adventurous nature—I can’t help myself! I see something interesting, and I go off to explore. It’s gotten me into trouble, before, but Daddy’s always been somewhat forgiving. He just doesn’t want to lose me—and it’s not like he keeps me locked away from the world, as much as I complain. I just half to do some sneaking if I wanna have any real fun. He just wants me to be respectable, but I just wanna roll around in the mud. I’m kinda sorry I’m not as obedient as I should be, but I do love him. Though, everything did all start to make sense when I turned eleven. Let’s just say, I got a letter—an invitation, if you will—to join a rather odd, but rather prestigious school. Cue Grimm’s Academy. Daddy was disbelieving and nervous, at first, but it all was rather fitting. The Little Mermaid, you know?

“I even have red hair, like her. And I collect things my father’d be upset about if he found. And I’m curious and go exploring like no one’s business. I haven’t met my Prince Eric, though—and I’m completely cool with that. I’d never admit it, but the whole fairytale thing scares me witless. It’s sorta like fate, except I know what’s going to happen before it does. I just don’t know when—or who the other players are. But, I mean, all in all it’s not terrible. A little intimidating at first, but I’ve been attending for six years—so I’m way over my initial shock. In reality, it’s all kinda fun. And a little bit silly. I can genuinely say I’m enjoying myself—honestly. I miss my family, but I think this school will help sort out my storyline, you know? It’s probably for the best.”

check yes juliet, kill the limbo
your name: avery.
age: nineteen.
how'd you find us?: site hopping.
and the answer issss...: oh, toughie! I’d have to go with the fountain, though. but there are way too many to chose from.