This is for the carter house character type thing
Model: role model, do you mean?(I like to answer questions with another question)
Hometown: New York City
Family:Mamma, Dad, and older sister Riley.
Style:Black, unique rings, vintage, brown, rusty,
Personality:mysterious, loyal, brave
Likes: being alone, Alice In Wonderland, balloons, antiques
Dislikes:When people think beauty has a size, fakeness, stupitidy
Bio: I've lived in a New York apartment all my life, I don't have any friends(except the paper butterflies that hang miserably in my room), I have scars from fights in Alleys, I've gone undercover before at a masquerade, nothing too exciting
Collection:rings and old books that are in different languages
The moonlight peeked through the crack in the drawn wool curtains, reflecting on the sheen finish of the photographs bleeding over the four walls covering the lavender paint completely.
The ceiling was bare, except for hanging paper butterflies. Their faux wings sagged in the inquisitive darkness, as if they wished to be free out in the wilderness with flowers and grass. But, they were glued securely to the string connecting them to the ceiling. So even when twelve year-old Aderyn opened the window and gazed out at the busy streets of New York during the daytime, the paper butterflies sagged miserably, imprisoned.
The bed, it's side annoyingly placed against the wall opposite of the door, and it's head against the wall to the right of the wall with the door. The bedding it boasted was of a colorful Native American tribal print, with unnecessary fringes of string hanging off its side.
The closet was smartly camouflaged, it was also covered with photographs,like photos of strangers, doing interesting things, photos of trees, and dogs, sunsets, up-close shots of pencils or flowers. A few were of Aderyn and her family, her mother, father, and older sister and brother, Riley and Olivia.
In the middle of the dark, small room with minimum clutter was a very short round table close to the floor. The legs were very short, and the table itself was made of oak. Placed flippantly on its face was a camera, a lit candle (that gave the room a simple smell), a few papers, a couple of old books, and a clean toothpick.
Leaning over the table on her knees on the cold wood floor, was Aderyn Klar.