Shiloh Walker

A little snowflake in the wind, a girl that is as unique as the next in more ways than one. She is a proud holder of her family’s bloodline, the woman side of it anyways. Smaller than her birth mother’s height, even smaller when you look at the family that took her in. She stands at a mere four feet and eleven inches, making her have to look up at almost every person she is to meet. This gives her a very delicate look to her body; dainty toes carry her through the world like a graceful dancer. Every step looks like she is performing a dance routine, with that comes her feminine curves. With a step of her feet her hips move from side to side as if to scream out that she is a matured damsel. A narrow waste that seems to lead up to an almost showing rib cage, something no matter how hard she tries will not go away. Commenting about her appearance will cause her to get flustered, to blush and stumble on her words.

She is a girl of very fair complexion, color rushing to her cheeks more often than she would like. A cascade of soft hair comes falling to her shoulders in gentle curls, always braided here and there. The color is hard to describe, maybe taking a tone of strawberry blonde. Though it often appears to be more red than blonde, fading into a much darker version at the ends. Her eyes are something to marvel, being not just a singular color but two. The right being a soft and gentle brown, described as the color of chocolate milk. The left a move vibrant color yet pale at the same time, a pale green.

Her clothing is somewhat out of place, always seeming to be almost too straight forward for her personalitly. Tights are usually present in a similar shad to the dress she has chosen, always having a pattern of some sort. Her dresses tend to stop about four inches above her knees, always softer version of colors. A over coat is usually present, as well as small heeled shoes.

Submissive. Obedient. Loyal. A good way to describe such a woman is calling her a doormat, something you can easily step on and get an expected result. When one calls her submissive they mean it, a girl that would rather cower than be yelled at. It does not matter your status or your age, this female will always lower her head and avert her pretty eyes from yours. Some may take this as a sign of being lied to, or maybe a sign that she does not trust you but you are wrong. Another quality that falls hand in hand with her easily submissive posture is the obedience and loyalty she will have towards others, never leaving a person’s side unless she is forced. An order is given and she will follow it, even if it causes her extreme harm to carry out the request. Their needs before hers, making it easy for her superiors to boss her around, push her to the limit of collapsing from exhaustion or pain. A result as being treated as an outcast for most of her life.


Weakness. Abused. Punishment. These are all things that can explain how she puts others before herself, always. Speaking up is not something she does often but when she does it is never to defend herself, even if it was a grave punishment to bear. The child would rather suffer abuse and any form of punishment necessary to keep others out of harm’s way, taking the fall for anything you need. She has a weakness for those in pain, those in trouble, not wanting anyone but herself to be the receptor of pain. Even with her low pain tolerance.


Shy. Timid. Flustered. Though this woman is quick to step up and take the fall for those in trouble she is a very shy child, always unsure of what to say. Her words often come out backwards and sometimes not at all, tongue tied. Her timid nature also goes with a skittish tendencies, causing her to yelp or jump from any loud sound that startles her. Thunder for example, she has a great fear of the sound that she will often run to another’s arms in order to escape it. To feel protected. One more thing, she gets flustered rather easily, a simple comment will cause her to blush, or even looking into her eyes and smiling will cause her to trip on her words and steps.


Wallflower. Quiet. Cute. She often isolates herself, tries to hide and show that she is nothing special. A wallflower in every definition, a girl that watches and soaks in information but does not speak up in any way. It makes her quiet, silent, a girl that you may not even know she is there even if she is standing next to you. She tries to make sure attention is drawn away from her unless she is needed, performing her tasks without even a sound from her toes. In result of that she can act very “cute”, sneaking along as she tries to avoid causing trouble. Though it is common for her to be clumsy in such things, falling head over heels with a misstep. Mixed with her flustered nature and she can be an adorable display of uncertainty.

Excitable. Childish. Affectionate. Easily excitable, getting her hopes up too far and hitting a slump when a promise is not fulfilled. You can call this childish but she is a little kid when it comes to happiness, it’s the only time she will forget her place. Her eyes will sparkle, her hands will clap, even dancing around to entice a game. She gets affectionate, almost uncomfortably so without realizing it until it’s too late to take her actions back. Cute.

LIKES:

• Clear Skies
• The smell of rain
• Seeing other’s smile
• Company
• Presents

DISLIKES:

• Being Alone
• Losing her memories
• Thunderstorms
• Dying plants
• Pain

GOALS & SECRETS:

• goal:::gaining her memory back
• secret::: she remembers one thing, how she lost her memory

These abilities are a very high level but she cannot use them all at once, stamina and peace of mind is needed. Though sometimes they are out of her control and take over with her emotions and wanting to help others so much. She will slowly relearn her abilities.

Shiloh has the ability that can be called healing, there are many ways she can accomplish this. Most of the time it is by a touch of her hands, a gentle green light comes forth and warmth spreads over the injured area. Another way is through her lips; it is a stronger concentration and can act as a pain number. Because of this if she were to ever sing for those that are either in pain or simply angry it can act as a calming nature, but this will drain her energy rapidly. Her blood has healing properties, though if she is injured herself she has a faster healing process but she cannot use her abilities to close a wound. Her blood if swallowed will help cure an illness but the more time it takes in oxygen outside of her body the more the properties will decrease. Small injuries that she heals will open up on her own body, though larger injuries will cause bleeding and bruising from the area she heals. If the injury is grave she may have the energy to save a person’s life but it will cause her own energy to drain, this will cause her to intake a serious illness. Her abilities do not just affect humans but animals and even plants as well.


strengths:

• Healing abilities
• Empathetic
• Gentle
• Helpful
• Cheerful

weaknesses:

• Amnesia
• Clingy
• Fearful
• Quiet
• Overly Submissive

A sad tale as been given to the wind, sang as a depressing lullaby to let a child know how she came into this world. There was a girl, a woman that was a simple herbalist. There was nothing special to her, no special abilities to her name. The only thing that caused her to stand out was her eyes, taking on two different colors. There was also a man, a shop keeper in a town that not many know the name of. He was always able to keep plants green and fresh with a touch of his fingers, a man losing his vision and hat to wear glasses.

Boy craved for the girl that traded her herbs for money, wanting her to know that he wanted to be more than friends but she wanted the opposite. She had never understand relationships, never experienced the company of another. Rejection is never something you want to experience, she was not harsh she just never understood. She was a simple woman, simple clothed. Getting married and having children was never on her mind but he wanted more, more than she ever wanted.

Something snapped inside the man, rejection is hard to come back from when you have eyes for only one girl. It happened on a night of a full moon, on a dirt road not too far from the place she called home. She did not know he had followed her, did not know what would happen when he took her down and pinned her to the dusty ground. He muffled her screams but even if he hadn’t no one would have come to save her, not even as tears fell from her teal colored eyes.

It was a sad way to come into existence, even sadder when you are found on the doorstep of a stranger. She never was treated like their true child, always the outsider against a family with twin boys that would never included her in anything. And yet she was loved, always given freedom to do as she felt to do though all she was strangely interested in was the farm they lived on. Tending to the plants and even singing for their health to increase, teased for such an action. Abilities bestowed on such a child at a young age, seven years old to be exact. Orik watched as a child sand and tended to both humans and plants alike, touched by her kindness. She was able to now heal with a simple touch of her hands but with consequences. She was the main keeper of their shop front, a clinic that both treated ailments as well as sell the healing herbs that were needed to make batches of ointments. She found her talent here but this happy life would never last, she would suffer a fate similar to her mother.

Supplies were requested far away from her home, far away from her comfort zone. Another kingdom, another land but their supplies were requested and so the family sent her. The outcast sent away from where she called home, she was given a place to stay. Enough money to stay but the frozen sea came, winter stranded her in this foreign place. The deal had gone smoothly, the money already sent back to her fake family’s home. She was just walking back to her makeshift home, never knowing she was being followed. Pinned down to the cold hard ground, no screams would come from her but tears from her dual eyes but nothing happened. Her head had hit the earth too hard, the man panicked and let her with torn clothes. Someone found her, took her to a hospital but there was only bad news to follow when she opened her dual colored eyes. Her memory was not there, her name forgotten. Confused to this foreign world.



known family:

AMNESIA