<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/c7374c13-5fa0-4c26-a1b4-6b29adc8f2ea_zps705d7231.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Aniya Cross<br/>Age: 15 1/2<br/>Personality: Sweet, caring, Kind, compassonate, loving, nurturing, gentle<br/>Extra information: Is deaf but talks with her mind. She is at times not physically strong due to a heart that is weaker than others. However, she has an internal strength which allows her to be just as strong as the next person. She no longer has any family. She knows healing and herbal healing. She loves to help others.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Aniya was walking through the area leading towards a graveyard and an old abandoned house when it began to rain. She never heard it. Nor did she hear the rumbling thunder. She saw the lightning and felt the vibrations caused by the thunder. Soon the rain began coming down heavy. Luckily she was wearing a raincoat. She started walking faster before running. Shivering as it the rain was quite icy. She didn't have anywhere to stay. She had no family because they had died of mysterious causes. Nobody really knew what had killed them. Or where their bodies had gone after they entered the morgue. She was never down about it though. She was always cheerful and happy. Enjoying life to the fullest. She started running through the dirt and grass. The ground beginning to become muddy.<br/><br/>It was in a flash of lightning that she saw something on the ground by an angel statue. The cardboard box was falling apart and tearing. The rain getting through the tears as the wind picked up. There was a dog in there? Poor thing. The house wasn't overly far from the graveyard. She took off the coat and knelt down. Wrapping the doberman in her jacket. Pulling him out and scooped him up. Holding him close to give him warmth. She stood with a bit of a stumble before shaking it off. She began to slowly carry the doberman in her arms.<span style="font-style: italic">Don't worry boy...I'm going to get you somewhere warm. You are soaked to the bones. It won't take too long.</span>She said with her minds voice. She could use sign language but not everyone understood it. It was the healing magic that enabled her mind to speak her thoughts to others.<br/><br/>She continued carrying the dog towards the house. The rain pelting her and trailing down her forms. Her arms getting soaked along with the rest of her. Her hair was soon plastered to her head. Shivering a bit but got to the house. The front door was cracked a bit. She pushed with all her weight using her back. Stumbling inside when it swung open. She set the dog down who was still wrapped in her rain jacket.<span style="font-style: italic">Here we are boy. Lets go see if this place has a fireplace.</span>She said to him with a warm and kind voice. Shutting the front door tight as the rain continued to come down in heavy blankets. Water dripping down off her form. She knelt by the dog and scratched him behind the ears.<br/><br/>She scooped the dog up and walked into the living room and spotted an old fireplace. Setting the dog down on the carpet in front of it. It had half burned wood in it. She took the sticks next to it and began working on building a fire. She was going to get them a fire to warm them up and dry them off. The house creaked at times as she soon got a small fire going. Blowing on it trying to build it up. It took a bit and left her breathless but she soon got it a full blown fire. Shivering and checked the dog. Smiling at him before sitting down on the old carpet. Soon as she got dryer and her bag of herbs dried she would explore the house. She just needed to sit a bit. Quite drained from carrying the doberman inside. Panting a bit but was happy to have done so nonetheless.