EVG: Cray

 

Name: Cray 'Crayon' 
Age: 9
Height: 4'5"
Birthday: Autumn 61
Job: Unemployed

Personality: 

+Excitable; WANT to do EVERYTHING and need to DO EVERYTHING. Enthusiastic about every moment of every day about everything!
+Independant; Tiny mother hen.
+Optimist; Loves storms and the more unlucky of days. 

-Gets Carried Away; One track mind and worries about small things constantly. 
-Jumps to Conclusions; Doesn't take note of facts a lot of the time.
-Short Temper; FIGHTY, WILL FIGHT.

First Dream:

"Maamaaa, I cand find pincils." Your tiny hands tug at your mothers skirt, "Oh, I'll go look for some sweetie." She hums in a sing song tune as she lifts you up to her side.
She shuffles through some cupboards and draws with her free hand before pulling out a small cardboard box, "OH! Found some crayons.. How about those?" You gently take the box from your mother's hands to inspect them before you wake up.  

History:

She grew up in the country side along side her single mother who home schooled her. Cray can barely remember a bad day before the day the lights went out. 
Her last day on the old eafrth was full of tears panic and screaming, if Cray were to remeber her last moments on Earth, it'd be one of little hands scrabling for her crying mother before being snatched away by strangers to be locked away into a pod.

She woke up with small cries, scraping her knees getting out of the cave but soon taken to safety by the dryads. She cried for a day or so wanting her parents and family but son was taking part in camp activities and curiously exploring the world of the tree Folk and faes.

Her only memory so far is one of her mother, and nothing else yet. She's a carefree little bird who's still getting used to her new world.  

Tid Bits:
-Her favourite colour is pink.
-Loves making flower crowns and platting hair. 
-WILL MAKE ALL THE FRIENDS.

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