Original Name (Given at Birth): Dee Reyes (Shoutout to the OC I never used) (She could've been here in Kellie's place)

New Name (Given after experiment): Kellie Naibel (I ALWAYS FORGET HOW TO SPELL HER LAST NAME.)

Age (16-19): 17 (feels like she's 72)

Gender: Female

Pronouns: Could care less. She couldn't care what you called her.

Sexuality: It's complicated, but she at least likes women.

Species: Fae

Power  (must correlate with their species.): Earth manipulation. Kellie's connection with the earth has always been special—she can bend it to do anything she desires. The trees can grow faster or slower to her demand, and she can summon the plants to protect her.

Appearance: We'll start off by saying Kellie is not on the tall side. She is.. on the complete other end of the spectrum, being a grand total of four feet and eleven inches tall. However, she's very strong, and her arms are very muscular, more so than Archer's. She lives in a sour expression—and a slicked back ponytail, her long, wavy, black hair being inside of it. She has eyes that look very edible, similar to this

(Me after saying "I wanna eat those" too loud)

Outfits: Kellie's style is sort of all over the place—she likes to just wear whatever she wants, and that is mainly in the grunge style. She's mainly in long sleeves and jeans, but occasionally wearing some sort of tank top. Her back is bruised, so she's very much good at hiding it with her clothes.

Personality: Her back hurts—she acts like it. She appears sour, looking angry nearly constantly. Somehow throughout all of these warning signs, she still looks approachable. Kellie isn't very good at holding a conversation, but she's trying. She's a sarcastic, funny person but is also very prone to saying the entirely wrong thing.

Likes: Solitude, fighting, art, anything warm, music, her cat

Dislikes: People, holding conversations, disagreements, being wrong, being in general

Fears: Being underestimated, not being taken seriously, death, never being left alone

Strengths: Speedy, strong, determined

Weaknesses: Tiny, stubborn, kind of deaf (from all the music)

Pets (optional): A fucking CRAZY orange cat named Haven. He is the only reason Kellie is still alive.

Backstory (mandatory): Kellie got into a car crash when she was eight years old. It killed her mother, her only caretaker, and she was thrown out of the car, given a back injury, and orphaned. But even after the car crash, she never moved from the side of the road. She ended up having to be forcefully taken to a mental hospital, where she was there until she was taken away. She was never going to give anyone her voice.

Other: Kellie is very musically talented—you'll often hear her sing when she thinks nobody is listening, and she often travels with a flute. (She just like me fr) Her top song on Spotify, if she had it, would be Happy Loner by MARINA.

Quotes: "I'm not a champion. I just want to keel over and die."

"People are scared for their adult lives? It's just gonna be the same as before. Tiring, feeling like you get the fucking plague when you have a cough, and seasonal depression."

"I need a beer. Oh whatever. I'm aware that's illegal. Get me a fucking beer. I'm sick of this."

"No, I'm listening to my podcast."