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Amaryllis Character Profile: Rickie MassonName: Rickie Masson
Hair: Ear-length, Dark Brown
"Please, mom! I want to apply to Aelmead too!"
"Nice to meet you, Namilli. What a beautiful name, I wish I could stay so I could see your warm, welcoming smile everyday."
Family: Skye Masson, Trev Masson, Jo Masson, Alyce Masson
Likes: Flirting with anything female and has two legs, Namilli
Dislikes: Not being able to apply to Aelmead
Birthday: January 3rd, 1998
Debut: Book One, Chapter One
Rickie's personality comes off as an immature teenage boy. Above all else, he is a flirt and has a policy where he only flirts with women older than him, but younger than 20.
He never catches on to the world of Onaleric and is just an occasional reoccurring character.
Note: These are not the official character profiles. I will update as the st
Amaryllis Character Profile: Trev MassonName: Trev Masson
Hair: Ear-length, Medium Brown
"Why do I have to spend my senior year in an old town at some private school just for you to deal with your bully dilemma? Three words for you sis. Big. Brother's. Help."
Family: Skye Masson, Rickie Masson, Jo Masson, Alyce Masson
Likes: Studying, Playing guitar, Miharu
Dislikes: The fact he has no classes with Miharu, People who try to pick on Skye
Birthday: January 3rd, 1994
Debut: Book One, Chapter One
Trev's personality comes off as a laid back, yet responsible teenage boy. He is rather mature for his age and is extremely popular among the female students.
He sometimes acts as a brotherly figure to Namilli and Miharu. He never catches on to the world of Onaleric and is just a constant reoccurring character.
Note: These are no
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“Oh, what the hell?!”
The “no service” sign was mocking her at the same exact time. The horn beeped loudly as she slammed her head against it once again. The day was out to get her in general. She had arrived at all her classes late, and her son was sick with the flu. The babysitter was able to watch him as she went to her late night classes. Giving a heavy sigh, she lifted her head off the wheel to look out the window. Drops of water pooled on the windshield as rain started to fall in a pitter-patter pattern. She didn’t quite understand the message th
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It Saving...
occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are
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