Adelaide.
Adelaide is a Summer Fae. Her kind values life and she tends to be quite bubbly and cheerful. She enjoys music and loves animals.
She has a unique personality and has hidden aspects that take awhile to catch onto in most cases. She enjoys the warmth and radiates it from her own skin. She likes making new friends.
She doesn't have much of a family to speak of, having decided to go her own way at a somewhat young age to become a guard of the Summer court. She has been around for centuries, meandering about and doing what pleases her. If it doesn't interest her she isn't likely to do it.
Relationships
Adelaide doesn't have many relationships but there are a few people she considers dear to her and close to her heart.
Roman: A trouble making cambion Adelaide spends most of her time teasing him and trying to keep her head afloat among all the drama he seems to keep bringing with him. Overall she considers him to be very important to her, and would do just about anything for him.
Bolt: Adelaide's best friend, she tends to pester him frequently. Her familiar tends to fill his pool with acorn, which ensues into acorn battles between the two of them. Adelaide confides pretty much everything to Bolt.
Comments
The actions of the blonde caused our red-head to tilt his head to the left ever so slightly; a single green hue landing on her; the other eye hidden behind a matte eye-patch. He didn't seem hostile, in fact, quite the opposite. Where were they? The streets of New York city. Sadly, Jett lived around this Hell hole. He had no idea why he hadn't moved back to Florida yet. Perhaps his self-proclaimed sister kept him sticking around. She was technically the only family he had, even if she didn't care much for our Red-head.
"Well well." Jett spoke, arms crossing over his chest. Leaning forward every-so-slightly, the red-head finished his sentence, "Not the best thief now are we?" Whether she answered or not, Jett was quick to uncross his arms and fan his hand as if to dismiss the ideas she may have had in her head. "Don't give me that deer in headlights look. I'm not here to steal what you stole.. After all you ran into me." Well that was true. Ducking into an alleyway in New York could only get her into more trouble. She was lucky Jett was one of the more friendly Supernaturals in New York.
"Gotta wonder though. What's such an unskilled thief doing trying to steal in such a secure city like New York?" He questioned, piecing a strand of red hair back into place while awaiting her answer.
(Awesome sounds great, looking forward to your starter. So sorry for the delay in response. The last week has been super busy and I haven't been able to log on or keep up with my replies much.)
(A Fae! I don't know if I've asked you to write before, but I'd really enjoy plotting something up with ya sometime. Jett likes Fae's, he had a decent Fae friend and one point in time :D I think the two would be great writing together~)