[BlueMoon]

Name: Maylee

Age: 25

Height: 5’10”

Weight: 152lbs

Appearance: She has long, straight black hair and shaggy bangs that often cover her eyes. She clearly uses her body for her muscles are firm and toned. Her eyes are a light grey and when she smiles, you can tell something is slightly off with her. She wears mostly black, in any clothes that are easy to move in.

Traits/info: Maylee always had a thing for blood. She was left at an orphanage at a very young age. She would often find any dangerous objects and play cruel tricks on the other children. A man came and adopted her, but not to be his daughter. He saw her cruel spirit and wanted to use it to his benefit. He was a man different nations wanted their hands on. He made his money training torturers which he would lend out to whoever would pay a good price. Maylee learned quick and well. She has much experience bringing the human mind to the brink of insanity. But her need for blood became too intense, even for the man who trained her so well. So he let her go. Now, she wanders until she can find somewhere else to soothe her lust for blood. She has much knowledge in the use of knives. Maybe this troop will find a use for her.

Group troop border:Group 1 Troop 2

[BlueMoon]

And now for a story of a girl who was raised by the trees:

The woes of the land that were brought on by magic bestowed a great fear into the heart of a woman who was with-child. When she gave birth to a daughter, she was always afraid that the girl would be cursed with the gift of magic. This fear brought out much paranoia and if anything unusual happened around the baby girl, a cold dread fell over her body. The woman could no longer contain her fears when the baby girl sneezed and a young plant grew to bloom before any buds had formed. In a fit of screams and tears, the woman wrapped the baby girl in a blanket and ran to the forest outside of her village. Sobbing, she placed the baby girl in a pile of leaves and ran away as fast as she could, leaving behind the memory of the great burden that had been placed upon her.

Luckily for the baby girl, an old woman lived in a small cottage in the forest. She had grown weary of the politics of mankind and wished to spend her last days in isolation with the power and beauty of the natural world. She heard the cries outside of her home and went in search of the irregular noise. When she scooped the baby girl up in her arms, she felt the spirits of the forest dance happily around her. What seemed to be regular trees started moving in closer to the old woman and the baby girl, curious to see what has entered their home. “Well, my friends” said the old woman, “We seem to have a guest”. The old woman named the baby girl Folla.

The old woman taught Folla all she could. She taught the girl how to speak, how to understand the language of the forest, she read the girl old stories and showed her the magic all the books on her shelves contained. The old woman recognized the gift of magic within Folla. She saw how the plants would dance to her laughter. She saw how Folla could manipulate the vines into crawling up the rocks. Even though the old woman wished to keep herself hidden from the world of man, she showed Folla the paths of the forest that lead to the villages outside. The old woman knew she did not have much time before she would become one with the earth, so she showed Folla how to go where others of her kind lived. When Folla was five, the old woman died a quiet death. Her soul joined the spirits of the forest. Folla cried for the woman who she called Gran, but she knew she would not be alone. She had the forest to keep her company.

Not all the trees of the forest were ordinary. Some had the ability to move and speak. Some could see the world like man sees it. The tree people, or Ents, took care of Folla after Gran had died. What the old woman could not teach her, the Ents did. Folla grew to learn how the forest survived. She learned how different plants and objects that the forest provided could be combined to help or hurt the surrounding environment. She learned how to work with the spirits of the forest to use the magic that rested within her. Folla was curious of her own kind, and what she couldn’t learn from the Ents she learned from sneaking into the villages and observing the people who occupied them. She would hide outside of schools and listen to the lessons that were being taught. The only time she interacted with the people of the villages were when she would sell them potions she had created with the spoils of the forest.

I now leave you with Folla, who is now a young woman.

Folla sat on a stump reading one of the many books Gran had left behind. She brushed her long, wild curly blonde hair out of her face. Her hair had some hints of green throughout it, a side affect of interacting so often with the spirits of the forest. She’s a petite girl, and her big brown eyes concentrated on a few rocks that laid in front of her. She read a little more from her book, and then placed her hands above the rocks and mumbled a few words. Light shone from her hands and a bright flash lit up the trees around her. When the light faded, the rocks had become one translucent green rock that glowed slightly. She took this rock and inserted it into the top of a large walking stick that laid beside her. When she was finished, she held up her new staff and smiled at the job she had completed.

[BlueMoon]

The Lovely Bones. Worst. Movie. Adaptation. EVER. I love that book and they just totally butchered it with the movie. I was very disappointed.

I also did not like the Hunger Games movie. I feel they could have done a much better job on many different aspects, especially the outfits Cinna made. Although, I do believe they made up for it in Catching Fire. I actually think that’s one of the best movie adaptations of a book.

I was also disappointed with the Book Thief (the movie, LOVE the book). It wasn’t the worst movie or anything, I just liked my own brain’s interpretation better.