Name: Adrielle Danvers
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: (Idk)
Appearance: Adrielle has waist-length white blonde hair and icy blue eyes. Her skin is so pale it's almost white, and she's about 5'5''. She looks innocent and pretty, and like a little angel, except for her eyes. They always seem to be looking through you, and like they hate you. She has a tattoo on her left palm, a black K in a circle, a tattoo on her ankle of a flame and the words "I'm the granddaughter of the witch you didn't burn.", and a tattoo of thorns creeping up her left hand from her wrist. She looks like a doll, with delicate features and big eyes, and she has scars on her arms and back from her father.
Style: Adrielle usually wears T-shirts, leggings, sneakers and hoodies, all dark colors.
Personality: Adrielle is calm, cool, and shy on the outside. She is bitter, too, and has a dirty sense of humor. She loves to make people shut up by silently looking at them with her wide eyes, and it freaks people out. She has no friends, and would betray someone at the blinking of an eye, with no regrets. She's smart, though, and clever, and very manipulative and cunning. She's broken, and hates looking at people with relationships. She is jealous of people who can live, and feels like she can't, and never can.
Likes: Fire, sunsets, hot coffee, the night sky, reading
Dislikes: People, memories, death
Background: When she was younger, Adrielle had messed up parents. Her mother was constantly locking her in dark places and leaving her, and her father would take his rage out on her. Her younger brother would just stand and watch, and laugh. So Adrielle took up burning things. She burned houses, people, clothes, money, you name it. And they never noticed. Finally, Adrielle ran away.
Theme song: King by Lauren Aquilina
Quote/s: "I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going on in your head when you don't even understand it yourself."
Power/s: She has enhanced healing, can see in the dark, and turn things into glass and back again, and shatter them.
Other: She hates the color yellow. Hates it. Her mother used to love it, and so she hated it.