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𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄SMUDGE J.UNEBUG GRINMER |
𝐃.𝐎.𝐁22/10/2013 |
𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒MUGGLEBORN |
𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒HUMAN |
𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓165CM | 5’5 |
𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃 26,8 CM CHESTNUT, DRAGON HEARTSTRING |
𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌MANON | KATSEYE |
𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌DANIEL | LIS2 |
Dravite hued curls entwoil Smudge’s chubby brown cheeks, making the puppy youthful shine in her brown eyes ever more present. Growing up with the rougher groups of children often forged her legs familiarly battered and bruised from the bustle of childhood play. Freckles splatter her face as if created by an artist seeming to grow more and more as her time outside with her friends extend. Atleast a head taller than them and a shaped physique from casual labour rendered her the leader of their group intimidating classmates with ease.
The Grinmer family, belonging to the highest alps of Italian mountain hilltops, has existed for generations as one of the high class due to their agricultural finances. By 1999 the Grinmer family begun expanding into Britain, bringing their heir himself, Smudge’s Father, along. After due time the family began to adapt to the new landscape, both socially and financially. Little did the family know that their son had already fallen for a down-town girl, Smudge’s mother. They eloped in secret, forcing Smudge’s father to etch more and more away from his family. By the time Smudge was born, her father had cut all ties with his previous household. Without his lineage to back up his finances, Smudge’s families wealth down rocketed resulting in struggles over rent, pay checks and even simple purchases. Chasing after the girl he loved was a sacrifice in its own, and he was willing to pay the price for it if it meant a happy life for his daughter.
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— 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐑 || 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐑 𖤓
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Smudge sees her mindset as survivalist, doing whatever she can to fit in with the rest even with the odds against her. Growing up mixed race following with a low income London household jumping flat to flat was never easy. New school every few years, new friends, fresh start only to run away from her families ongoing debt. Smudge never stopped trying the best she could, but everyone surrounding her just seemed afraid of her and what she could do if she as so as felt like it. Having a steadfast, trigger-happy nature, she’s been suspended a few times from her previous schools for not being scared to throw a quick punch when she feels threatened. She’s never afraid to stick up for herself, or her friends earning her a delinquent reputation, but behind the fraudulent persona she holds is a child just wanting to do her best.
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Smudge always left a mark every neighbourhood she visited. The stories of the girls “troublemaker” reputation never failed to seep into the next school she managed to get into. Stories of school fights, fragments of rumours left behind both lingered like a plague which the other children considered contagious. She made few friends and even then she’d have to leave them behind after she moves each few years. Her family was all she could confide in about her worries though even then they had their own issues to worry about. Despite this, Smudge’s mother always managed a hot meal just for her small family every day even if she has to spend her last dime to give them the comfort they deserve. Her father hopped between jobs faster than Smudge could count and could barely see him if he wasn’t at his desk job hunting for the next opportunity. Love for them was found in a unique way rather than the standard British family.
By the time she was Ten, she began wearing her delinquent persona as armour and to her surprise people actually began to stick around her at her new school. Quickly a group began to form with other students as they began to copy her antics sometimes even further intensifying it. Before she knew it, everything went way too far and she was started to targeted by the other students as a bully.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Smudge still ponders about the distant day she discovered her magic, the constant question of if the oddity even real in the first place rings in her mind routinely. A reminder that she will never be like the rest, no matter how hard she tries.
Rain pitters softly to the panes of the fogged window, the noise blanketted by a thin sheet of patched curtains. Smudge peers below her to the worksheet her classmates would consider easy, the few letters in her vision seem to twist and squirm beneath her own eyes as she focuses intently to keep it in place. She had never been a smart girl, or whatever they had expected a normal student for her age to be. Even at the age of Eight, she had already been failing her classes. No one at the time understood it wasn't her own fault, only that she was not accustomed to the systems created specifically for a child that can keep her head down —- Everybody knew Smudge was not that girl, no matter how hard she could try.
Her grip strengthens onto the wooden pencil, the wood threatening to break under the pressure of her small fingers. The digital clock beside her produces a small ring as it shudders in slight motions to announce its time: 11.47, far best Smudge’s bed time. Her hands reach up to her face, moving past strands of straight hair still hot from the press her mother had given it that afternoon. “I- I can’t do this!” A small incite of anger balls inside of her as she pushes aside small messy arrangements of paper and stationary items on her desk.
A sharp noise jolts Smudge back to her senses as she returns her gaze to fix back to her window directly by her desk. Her eyes widen as she watches a trail of trailing fracture upscaling the window that was pristine only a few moments ago. Smudge falls hard to the floor, landing sharply on creaking floorboards whilst the patter of class falling onto her desk startles her further. Out of instinct her cadence calls for her belonger before even regaining her feet. “M — Mum? Come here, Quick!”