Name: "Adrianna Allyel Clementine."

Gender: "Tsk. Typical." (Female)

Age: "Stop interrogating me." (Twenty)

Species: *eyes narrow* "Don't ask me stupid questions." (Human.)

Height: "5'6"

Dark Secret: ?

Scenario 1: You had grabbed a snack from the kitchen and were just walking around, going wherever your feet took you. They take you to the Dining Hall where you spot a girl cleaning the long, wooden table. She was wiping it fiercely, mumbling something about skirts and how they were so troublesome. "...These skirts!...why would--...ugh! He can go to--...to think that I--typical jerk!" She sighed angrily. You...?

Scenario 2: You hear a choir of loud meows. You investigate and go outside, spotting the head maid with a tuna sandwitch in her hands, surrounded by cats. She looked deathly scared of them as she slowly inched away, but the cats were persistent. One white, fluffy kitty rubbed against her leg, and she squealed in horror, wide-eyed. It was pretty funny, honestly. Once she spotted you, she ran to you and gripped your shoulders. "Save me." She ordered, sounding somewhat mortified. You...?

Scenario 3: Make up your own.