Adria and Fitz Cavanaugh

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I've been to Harlem, I've been to Dover,

Name :: Adria && Fitz Cavanaugh
Gender ::
Adria- Female
Fitz- Male
World :: Canna.

[I'm Adria, and that's Fitz. But that's Captain Adria to you!]

Age :: Both are ten years of age.
Date of birth :: April the second, 1999.
Star Sign :: Aries.

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I've traveled this wide world all over!

Height :: Four-feet six-inches.
Weight ::
Adria- 73 lbs
Fitz- 80 lbs.
Complexion :: They've got tanned skin, as though they're constantly in the sun.
Build :: They're thin, short, and you can tell that they're fairly young children, even from a distance.

[Don't look down on us because we're small!]

Hair :: Their hair is a light shade of brown, Adria's is much longer and somewhat rugged, while Fitz's is shorter, and much more easy to keep tame. Fitz has a black cloth tied around his head, and an eyepatch, which disturbs his hair and part. Adria typically keeps her hair tied back with a bandana, and the occasional hat.
Eyes :: Both of them have childish, sparkling green eyes.
Piercings :: Both of them wear a dangling golden earring in only one ear, the left.
Tattoos :: None, but they each hope to get one.
Outstanding features :: They both dress expressly like pirates, and act as such, as well.
Other :: Adria's typical attire consists of a puffy white blouse, with a black apron-dress over it, and boots that look particularly uncomfortable. But, she won't be seen without them.
Fitz, on the other hand, wears a matching blouse with a black tunic over it, and red and black striped pants. His boots look slightly more wearable. They both wield wooden "swords", which aren't very threatening, but they will beat you with them. And that hurts.[/size][/font]

Over, over, three times over,


Likes ::
- Pirates
- Water
- Sailing
- Swords
- Each other
- People who take care of them
- Zealous, she tells them stories.
- Leo, he plays them music, and takes them boating.
- Music
- Stories




[Play us music, Leo! Play us music!]

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Dislikes ::
- Reality
- Canna
- Ignorant, happy people
- His own emotions
- His own self
- Loud, obnoxious people
- Materialism
- Fried foods
- The color red
- Splenda
- Any form of abuse.

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Then you can start,
To make it better . . .


Strengths ::

- He's incredibly intelligent.
- He's wise, for any age, and old beyond his years.
- He's an inquirer, and incredibly curious.
- He's usually quite gentle.
- He's got a strong will, and a sense of empathy for others.

Weaknesses ::

- His negative thoughts.
- His tendency to hide from others
- His difficulty forming bonds with people.
- Weakness for sweets.

Quirks ::

- He'll typically twiddle with his hair when he's in a good or indifferent mood.
- He absorbs knowledge like a sponge.
- He's got the same thoughts on humanity as Vanity. If the real world is crashing down, because of these people's neglect and ignorance, they don't deserve to go off to their perfect world and be happy.
- He can travel to Canna as well.


[Vanity, chill out. You don't need to freak every time something like this happens.]

Fears ::

- Being completely alone. But it'd probably be for the best anyway.
- Blood
- Funerals, caskets, etc.
- Violence
- Medical problems
- Mental problems, crazy people

Hopes ::

- Bring down Canna.
- Help his mother, take care of her.
- Settle Vanity a bit.
- Help people see the reality, open their eyes.
- Seek solitude.
- Absorb knowledge.

Aspirations ::

- Fulfill his hopes.

Secrets ::

- He was happy, up until a few years ago. His mother was attacked on the way home, and they did horrible things to her. Since then she's suffered from post traumatic stress disorder, panic disorder, and delusions. He's had to take care of her since, but it opened his eyes to exactly how the human race is. He hasn't thought of humanity the same way since.
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And any time you feel the pain,
Hey Jude, refrain,


Mother :: Karma Alvis
Father :: Marick Alvis
Siblings :: Lucette Alvis [ Younger sister, father unknown. One of the men that attacked his mom. He's raised her, as her mother can barely stand to look at her. Aged seven. ]
Other family :: None that he knows of.

[Dad, you're the English teacher. Why do you care what grade I get in math?]

Friends :: Vanity Newlane
Pets :: He has a lot of cats. He just calls them by "Kitty" or "Hey, you". They don't really have names.
History :: Jude was a cheerful kid, he'd known Vanity since preschool, literally. They were tighter than anything. His personality began to develop at about seven years of age, and he started to show more common sense than his friends, more awareness. His father died before he really had a chance to know him, of some disease that no one really knew about at the time. His mom had to work to support the family, and she walked to and from work. One day, she got attacked on the way home from work, and since then she has suffered from several disorders. It showed him what the world really was, and his personality finally took it's final shape. And it wasn't a good one. He regrets ever telling Vanity all of the things that went on in his head, but he truly needed it.
Eventually, his mother gave birth to a child, and that child is Lucette. She tried to "Dispose" of Lucette --- Jude walked in to check on her when she tried to smother the newborn baby with a pillow due to postpartum depression. He had to pull his mother off from on top of her, and made sure she was doing okay. Named her, and raised her all on his own. He's been forced to mature incredibly quickly.[/size][/font]


Don't carry the world upon your shoulders!



Code word :: Jim, I'm a doctor, not a physicist!

[It's okay, Luce. Mom will quiet down in a while. Cover your eyes. . . It's okay.]

Role-Play sample ::

Vanity didn't have much to do today. It was a weekend --- a Saturday to be precise, and you wouldn't really think it, but Saturdays were actually the most boring day of the week for Jude and Vanity.
Jude, clad in his light blue pull-over and dark blue jeans, was hanging by the pits of his knees from a tree limb, his hair fanned out, and he watched Vanity with curiosity.
"What are you doing? What is that thing, anyway?" She struggled to fit a few parts together, then glanced up at him.
"I'm trying to fix this bloody radio. It would be nice to have some music today --- the weather is perfect for this type of thing."
"What type of thing? And I don't see what the weather has to do with music. I would just as happily listen to music in the winter as I would now." Jude really was a trivial person. Vanity sighed.
"The weather is nice for just laying on the grass and listening to music. You know, hanging out. Something normal people do?" She said, jumping up a bit as an electric charge from the large, bulky machine bit at hr hand. She winced, and placed her tongue to the burnt area, soothing the pain a bit.
"We aren't exactly normal people, you know. What with Canna and all. But the weather is nice, I'll agree with you on that. I'd still prefer autumn, though." He said, reaching back up towards the branch and swinging back down so he was facing right-side-up.
"Well, Jude, if you find a way to control the seasons, please. Let me know. Ah!" She said, enthusiastically as she got some type of static from the huge boom-box. In the background, she could hear the voice of a man, doing a weather broadcast. She proceeded to tune it, then changed the station abruptly. She didn't much like the weather broadcasts, they were always wrong anyway. It was replaced by a calm piano song, one she had heard before, but she couldn't quite place the name. Either way, the notes made a pleasant ringing in her ear, and she set the bulky thing down on the ground, near the base of the tree.
Jude dropped from the branch that he was hanging from, and sat down on one side of the boom-box, listening to the music.
"I still don't understand all of this, but I'm glad you fixed this contraption. Even if the reception isn't so great."
Jude was happy. He was happy.
"Yeah," Vanity said, sitting next to him and smiling, despite herself, "I am, too."

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For well you know
that it's a fool who plays it cool, by making his world a little colder.

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