December Noel Garia

[December Garia]

December Noel Garia
Fourteen, Siren, Scholar


PLAY BY
Allison Havard

FULL NAME December Noel Garia
NICKNAME N/A
AGE Fourteen
DATE OF BIRTH the 28th of November
PLACE OF BIRTH  El Paso, Texas
SEXUALITY Asexuality
YEAR Graduating Class of --- OCCUPATION currently Unemployed
BLOOD TYPE Half-blooded Siren

SPECIAL ABILITIES Dreamscaping and Ghost Whispering

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December smiled softly to herself. She was happy she wasn't the only one feeling the need to come to the falls and think once in a while. She began to have lots of other wonders feel her head as she tried to organized them back into their certain files. "I'm December," she softly introduced, reaching her sleeve-covered hand out for the girl to shake. You could barely see her hand in the gesture, only the hot pink shade that covered her fingernails and the silver sparkled shade on her middle finger. Effy had did them for her a couple of days ago and already the paint seemed chipped and faded. When the girl reached out to shake December's hand, she noticed the colors that shaded her company's nails. Her nail were a faded shade of all colors and each were blended perfectly into another tint. She looked up and examined the girl's expressions. She had never seen anything like them, they're were absolutely amazing! Thinking back to her small lessons with Topaz when she was younger, she could still remember one of the many advices the shape-shifter gave her. 

"If you ever come along something interesting about a supernatural or human. Just narrow your eyes and studied their forehead, until you spot their prints,"

She remember her brother's words clearly in her mind, causing images to appear as well as the words. She blinked a few times when she came out her sudden dream daze and did like her brother explained. She suddenly narrowed her wide innocent eyes and concentrated her focus on the girl's forehead. Her patterns were weirdly shaped, swirled into oddly shaped wings, may she say. Feeling confused, December sighed and took another long sip of her apple juice. What could winged prints mean?