Reyna_Blake
((For your The Selection Roleplay❤️))

🥀Name:
Ellexander Nathanial Cole-Collin Rosefern

🥀Gender:
Male

🥀Age(18-23):
Nineteen and three quarters (19 3/4)

🥀Sexuality: (All is accepted, Princess is bisexual)
Likes girls

🥀Birthday:
December the Twelfth (12/12)

🥀Caste: (Selected can not be royalty)
Seven (7)

🥀Occupation:
His foster family are gardeners/ florists

🥀Power(s):
((Tell me if this is to much)) Ellexander's a sort of dark angel in a way, having large black wings on his back at times although can disappear so he looks rather normal without them, something he prefers.

((Photo is just to show wings, in no way is this my carecter❤️))

🥀Abnormal Qualities:
As said before having large black wings upon his back at times.

🥀Appearance: (Face claim, links, or tags please)
Asa Butterfield

🥀Outfits: (tag please)

🥀Medical Conditions:
Ellexander has a mild bit of asthma and has a allergy to pollen something quite awful sense he is around flowers all day.

🥀Personality:
Ellexander is a rather soft person, being not one much for words as before when he was spoke it was taken as a crime. Honestly if you do warm up to himself you will find the joking part slowly come from his shell as he turns in a kind and humorous person.

🥀Strengths:
Ellexander seems very stiff and seems to always be worried of other things, strengths may be that he knows how to sail, also, he is quite well at keeping plants alive.

🥀Weaknesses:
Ellexander's not exactly strong, being practically mortal with no 'powers' whatsoever, he is often shrowded with a feeling of guilt from having to leave his family behind as knowing now they have probably all forsaken a awful death.

🥀Likes:
Ellexander has a liking towards chocolate and pineapple, reminding him of when his mother created chocolate covered frozen pineapple pops as a boy. Ellexander also likes the smell of roses and the looks of the color blue.

🥀Dislikes:
Ellexander dislikes the smell of lilac, having smelt it for over a year inside the Hutchison's top floor of their florist shop.

🥀Family:
Ellexander has not seen his family for over a year, the reason as of why I am showing him his foster family of Baffin.

Miss Mangeria Hutchison
((The mother of the Family))
Known for her soft dimeter and trying to get everyone to get along and enclose one another.

Mr Asher Hutchison
((Father of the family))
Known for his strict rules, he is a workaholic who mainly doesn't think much of his children

Lady Elenor Hutchison
((Eldest of the family))
Elenor is known to be posh often talking of how one day she will marry a higher cast and move to become a two.

Lady Sarah Hutchison
((Second Daughter of the family))
Known for her giddiness and joy Sarah often enjoys being outside along with nature

Lady Kennedy Hutchison
((Third Daugher of the family, Ellexander is between Sarah and Kennedy))
Known for her blunt behavior Kennedy is not worried to tell if you did something wrong or said something phoney

Lady Asher II Hutchison
((Forth Daughter Of the family))
Asher is a Attention drawler often seeking out to make a boast and freewillingly speak over others.

Lady Clara Hutchison
((Fith daughter of the Hutchison's))
Clara is known for her soft behavior and love for Ellexander often never talking and when so asking for Ellexander to finish her sentences

Lady Addison Hutchison
((Sixth Daughter of The Hutchison's))
Addison is known to be found softly reading a book inside or rolling outside in the mud.

🥀Backstory: (Sob stories are alright)
((WARNING, sob story about to take place read carefully to understand. Also think of World War 2, it may help a Lot))

As the World Of War 3 has ended, it has been gone for who knows how, for we all have stopped counting, we have all stoped hoping.

I, Ellexander Nathanial Cole-Collin Rosefern, only son of the Rosefern family have come to the conclusion that I will die a happy death. Although forsaken here we all know that camp is not well, for I have seen death, people burnt alive, being found in the small island, for their is no escape, no way out of a practical underground.

The summer, it was summer of 3,032, the death camp shrouded with ones like myself, other Welsh folk with wings like my own. They had said we could cause Hatrid upon earth, called demons by the army that surrounds the electric wire fence, the fence that shows of my small kilomiter world.

My mother had always been soft spoken, I had remembered the way she had looked me in the eyes her voice trembling as she spoke the words, although they stay in my head to this very day, the thought that I must remember the momment before she was pulled to die of carbon dioxide away.

My sisters Annie and Bronwyn had been lucky, for they were not born like I was, they were safe, healthy and away from here.

It was rare for days to be good, although today was actually sunny, the heat was mild and my father was working in the fields and so was I.
Their were often more outside although numbers had dropped severely in the past few years many finding it joyous that our kind may be coming to an end although it meaning for us that we were more apt to die soon. My father, with his deep Welsh accent had been talking of taking on another woodworking job although I had known better to not, for they were harsher their, less likely to allow us breaks. Their had been a moments silance then as we continued our work until my father stopped mid another one of his sentences, the echoing words breaking through the distance.

"127" it shout and I turned upwards, that was my number, the dark tattoo we had all gotten to show who we were flickered off my forearm. My face palled as the officer stopped in front of me, only to pull me aside and away, down through the fields and to the entryway, was I to be thrown into the ocean or burnt to the flames?

No.

A women stood below as the man quickly let go of my arm muttering beneath his breath before he walked off, away, I was alone with her someone I would call my hero now.

"Hello" the women spoke, her voice was bold although forin something I was shocked of, for her voice, I was almost sure she was Illean. I could tell my eyes were pipping although a sensation inside me told to to hide as I crossed my arm round my waist, my winds tucking behind my back.

My head hung and I was sure the women understood I was not allowed to speak, I was not allowed to protest, ask common questions, or even talk in front of others. I could tell her gaze was upon me as she took a step closer her soft rounded toe shoes seeming of the dark color blue.

She softly moved a hand to my shoulder as my eyes store to the mud filled floor her words coming soft although the meaning was something I could never forget "you are safe now"

🥀Other:
1) Ellexander has a Welsh accent because of the fact he has only lived in Illea for about a year now

2) Ellexander's providence in Illea is located in Baffin

3) Ellexander has a tattoo of the number 127 on his right forearm

((Tell me if I missed anything
With love,
.M.R.