Green Arrow Fan Page [Gallery][code dump] - Art Gallery

1 Nov 2025, 18:36

this code and only this code here is for donation, feel free to use it. I ask you don't sell it, nor claim it as your own.

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Sunday Crestmont

Oliver Armani

Third year, Slytherin

752 85

11 Nov 2025, 22:44

THE GOOD YEARS

Childhood

x - atelophobia
xxan intense and irrational fear of making mistakes or being imperfect x

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whatever I was,
they did not want me

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Sunday Crestmont

Oliver Armani

Third year, Slytherin

752 85

12 Nov 2025, 21:21

THE MISTAKE

First and Second Year

'Chin up kiddo, they'd love to see you fall.'

Second year, vehicula sem sit amet finibus commodo. Praesent dapibus rutrum lobortis. Suspendisse eleifend libero metus, sit amet sagittis ipsum sagittis sed. Donec tristique justo ex. Nullam tincidunt condimentum ultrices. Aliquam posuere elit non pretium convallis. Aliquam erat volutpat. Duis sagittis ullamcorper velit, at gravida magna vestibulum a.

Nullam tincidunt condimentum ultrices. Aliquam posuere elit non pretium convallis. Aliquam erat volutpat. Duis sagittis ullamcorper velit, at gravida magna vestibulum a.

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Sunday Crestmont

Oliver Armani

Third year, Slytherin

752 85

15 Nov 2025, 03:43

OOC Information

Age : 17
Name : Sunny :3
Pronouns : She/They
Post Speed : 3 days - 2 months
Word Count : 400 - 800
Art made by : The wonderful H3

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Sunday Crestmont

Oliver Armani

Third year, Slytherin

752 85

18 Nov 2025, 03:11

The Armani Heirs

"In another life, I didn't grow up angry and you didn't grow up sad."

xxx

Aaron Armani | 18, Gryffindor

"If it can get worse, It can get better."

xxx

Year : Graduate
Occupation : busboy at a bar/restaurant
Home : Flat above the bar
DOB : Feb. 18th, 2007
Boggart : His siblings acting like there parents

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When he looked in the mirror, he hated the face he saw. Not Aaron eldest to the Armani's, no, no. Aaron could only see a face he'd seen in older photographs. That look of superiority, telling eyes 'I'm better then you.' And the rare smile. The face of his father, Desmond Armani. Aaron for a long time had been told about his resemblance to his father. Distant relatives telling him all the time how much he looked like him at his age. Forever and ever.

He hated his father.

Not at first, Aaron hadn't known better then. Had followed blindly like a dog, ready to take every word his parents spewed at face value. Would his parents lie to him? to his siblings? Muggle borns horrible, less them the all. Aaron had been ashamed to find out that Martha and Desmond lied. Aaron quickly learned in his first year, when he acted just like they wanted him to. The lessons taught embedded into his head, unable to dispel. Until a few muggle borns and half bloods in his year took Aaron into the room of requirement. Tied him to chair and explained to him, everything Aaron knew had been wrong. Those group of students became Aaron's best frineds.

Aaron may have taken more from Desmond and Martha then he thought. For Aaron had become a good liar himself. Aaron liked to everyone, some lies came easily. 'My friends are pure, of course mother.' Never would he allow his family to insult his friends, not when he was around. 'I'm just going down to shop don't worry.' Aaron needed to make some excuses to go see them. He would explode living there trapped, unable to talk to sane people.

Other lies where hard, Lying to his siblings about what the world really was like. He wanted to tell them outright, but they wouldn't believe him. Aaron had once followed his parents, but the siblings worshiped them. The most Aaron could do, all he felt he could do was tell them to befriend who they wanted. Be nice to people, not worry to much about things. Just to go with the flow.

Lies became second nature, he rarely got caught to it. Was it lying out right if he was just skewing the truth? He didn't believe so. It was called merely a secret, and there was no harm in that. He hoped, Aaron only hoped his siblings wouldn't end up like there parents.

The happiness he felt around his parents, was when they were being normal. Not spreading there own lies, there lies were true lies. Harmful, and untrue. Wrong, wrong and wrong. Aaron had felt some rage bubble under his skin, an itch he couldn't scratch at. Burning him inside out when he had to pretend to be like them. More so when Oliver got into fights, for yelling slurs. Fighting others.

A guilt he couldn't shake properly. How had he failed Oliver that much? He tried to make up for it, invited people to a birthday party for him. To get him the friendships that had saved him. Oliver needed the support. Now more then ever, the boy was stressed. And worked himself to the bone. All because of a stupid house, because of Martha and Desmond. Who had told him it was wrong, that it was a mistake. That Oliver was a mistake.

Aaron couldn't deny it, he had been shocked at first to. But recovered quicky. Oliver was his brother, no matter what house he was in. An oddity that the family didn't think the same. They pretended in front of people, in front of Oliver. But as far as they were considered, The family had four children after that.

He wanted nothing but the best for his siblings, It almost broke his heart moving away. He could offer them a place to stay. But not much more. For now, it was the best Aaron could do. But he wouldn't stop trying, he would make his family better. Make them happy.

xxx

Lucien Armani | 11, Gryffindor

"The world is quiet now."

xxx

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Lucien is a people pleaser, She wants to be adored by everyone. Luci is the one that strives to get the words 'I'm proud of you' and 'good job kid'. It hasn't come hard to her before. She is the first daughter of her parents, pampered. Pretty dresses, new bows for her hair. Whatever Lucien wanted she would get. Like everyone else in the family.

Until Oliver changed everything for everyone. Unheard of, he was placed into Slytherin. She hadn't believed it when she first heard it. An Armani not in Gryffindor? Lucien had been sent into a frenzy herself with it. The very next year she would be placed into a house, no longer confident in her rightful place. Her deserved spot.

Then more and more news had come in about him. Fights, breaking rules, grades. Her parents were a mess, though Oliver didn't know. How could he? From what Aaron had written home, Oliver had been a mess. Aaron claimed he was 'working to hard'. How could he not. Lucien would have done the same given his situation. No Armani had ever been like Oliver, none that she had heard of. Or her great, great, great grandfather. She knew this because she had asked.

Then her sorting happened, Aaron graduated. She remembered the last hug she had gotten from him. Where he whispered, 'be brave, it will be ok.'. Aaron had been gone all summer with stupid Oliver. Hogging the family's brother, all the family's attention. Most conversations had been about Oliver. And the shame that he'd brought upon them.

Gryffindor, right. As everything should be. Luci made eye contact with Oliver, unable to stop the smile that spread from ear to ear. She had made it, she was right where she was born to be. For the first time since last year, everything had fallen right for her. Mr. and Mrs. Armani had been thrilled when she wrote. Telling her that over holidays they would have a feast, with her favorite foods. None of what were vegetarian. Lucien would be in the spotlight, and would do anything she could do to keep it.

She doesn't like change, She wants things to be the way they where. She wanted it all to be the same, she hated how Oliver made everything different. He ruined her perfect life, put the Armani's down with his mere title. 'Oliver of Slytherin house' Lucien would fix it. She would make things right again, fix the family. And make her parents proud.

"She lives a life she did not choose,
and it hurts like brand new shoes."

Year : First
Occupation : Student
Home : Armani home
DOB : tbd
Boggart : being invisible to her parents

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Sunday Crestmont

Sunday Crestmont

Third year, Quidditch Player, Tenūsa

72 202

1 Jun 2026, 20:43

The following codes are all made by @Elena Clark for my iNPC many thanks to her, she really captured Sunday

THIS ENCYCLOPEDIA BELONGS TO :

name ; sunday
blood status ; half breed
date of birth ; 21/11/2012
sun! ; nicknames
1/8th veela ; species
twelve ; age

SIGN HERE :
♡♡♡♡

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[quote][table][tr][td][size=65][color=#ee63b4][b]name ;[/b][/color] sunday 
[color=#8d73c9][b]blood status ;[/b][/color] half breed
[color=#3790c8][b]date of birth ;[/b][/color] 21/11/2012[/size][/td]
[td][right][size=65] sun! [color=#659664][b]; nicknames[/b][/color]
1/8th veela [color=#3790c8][b]; species[/b][/color]
twelve [color=#ee63b4][b]; age[/b][/color][/size][/right][/td]
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[size=75][b]SIGN HERE :[/b][/size]
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STATISTICS

sta 5 ; eva 10 ; str 0 ; wis 10 ; ap 0 ; acc 10

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

ABILITIES

Part Veela ; Keen Eye

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[quote][quote][center][b]STATISTICS[/b][/center][/quote]
[quote][center]sta 5 ; eva 10 ; str 0 ; wis 10 ; ap 0 ; acc 10[/center][/quote]


[center][b]꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱[/b][/center]

[quote][center][b]ABILITIES[/b][/center][/quote]
[quote][center][url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?t=31215#p1183251]Part Veela[/url] ; [url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?p=1301981&hilit=sunday#p1301981]Keen Eye[/url][/center][/quote][/quote]
[img]/images/upload/brsn2opsoqjq.webp[/img]

Year ; Second
School ; Tenusa
Style ; Decora
Bubblegum ; Perfume
unknown ; Patronus
something ; something

♡

you look soooooooo cool today to let you know !!

♡

APPEARANCE —

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She has always been a rather tall child, from a young age she grew a tad faster then the other kids. That hasn't changed much. Being 5'0" by the time her first year came around. Her hair is a platinum blonde color, thanks to her Veela ancestry. She like's to keep it long, feels like it's cuter that way. Her eyes are an almost a gray, something some people can find unnerving. Her skin is also pale. No mater how much time she spends in the sun.

Despite Sunday's pale and almost ghostly appearance, she dresses as if a rainbow threw up on her. Full of bright colors. She accessorizes with some chunky jewelry that she likes to make in her free time between classes. She loves Decora fashion, Kidcore, and the Monster high doll outfits. She strives to dress like all of those combined. Whenever she can. Much to the dismay of her mother and father. She doesn't care what they think, though if someone asks her, she says her parents dislike for it is an added bonus.

— PERSONNALITY
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Sunday is a bright child, who loves to smile and have as much fun as she can. She’s curious and loves to ask the hard questions ‘why is it like that?’ ‘Why are you doing it that was and not this way?’ She loves to ask ‘why’ and wants to know how everything works. If she doesn’t get an immediate answer, she will get pouty, and well- she’s impatient.

She is also very creative! And has a wild imagination, some say it’s childish. She doesn’t care, she’s having fun! And isn’t that the important part? She can get bored easily, if she gets bored of her clothing she will either paint it to something fun and cute; or just make some new stuff herself. She likes to take photos to, and had been gifted a second hand wizard camera from her mama. That of course she covered in stickers: like most of her things are.

Above all, Sunday is clingy. Growing up without the attention from her mother and father, she was always looking for it from her mom and mama, who were always happy to give it anytime of the day. ‘Hey! Hey mom look at this!’ She loves always having someone there with her, someone to talk to and hang around with. Even if they were talking. She won’t admit it but she doesn’t like being alone. Or the dark. Or being boring.

If anything Sunday is always trying to be the opposite of what her mother and father want her to be. They didn’t want to raise her, so they didn’t get a say in how she was. They wanted her to be all boring and ‘serious’. Icky, boring and just plain ew. That wasn’t her, and it wouldn’t ever be if it was the last thing that she did.

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PEOPLE

#1. Mom & Mama

#2. Eileen

#3. Purpleberry

#4. Theo

COLORS

#1. Purple

#2. Blue

#3. Green

#4. Pink

ANIMALS

#1. Dragons

#2. Dogs

#3. Unicorn

#4. Cats

PLACES

#1. Outside

#2. Tree Tops

#3. Blanket Forts

#4. Rivers

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[color=#8d73c9][b]School  ;[/b][/color] Tenusa 
[color=#3790c8][b]Style  ;[/b][/color] Decora [/size][/td]
[td][right][size=65] Bubblegum  [color=#659664][b]; Perfume [/b][/color]
unknown  [color=#3790c8][b]; Patronus [/b][/color]
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[td][quote][justify][size=65]you look soooooooo cool today to let you know !![/size][/justify][/quote][/td][td][color=transparent]♡[/color][/td]
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[reducio][size=75]She has always been a rather tall child, from a young age she grew a tad faster then the other kids. That hasn't changed much. Being 5'0" by the time her first year came around. Her hair is a platinum blonde color, thanks to her Veela ancestry. She like's to keep it long, feels like it's cuter that way. Her eyes are an almost a gray, something some people can find unnerving. Her skin is also pale. No mater how much time she spends in the sun.

Despite Sunday's pale and almost ghostly appearance, she dresses as if a rainbow threw up on her. Full of bright colors. She accessorizes with some chunky jewelry that she likes to make in her free time between classes. She loves Decora fashion, Kidcore, and the Monster high doll outfits. She strives to dress like all of those combined. Whenever she can. Much to the dismay of her mother and father. She doesn't care what they think, though if someone asks her, she says her parents dislike for it is an added bonus.[/size][/reducio][/quote]

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[td][quote][right][size=65][b]— PERSONNALITY[/b][/size][/right][reducio][size=75]Sunday is a bright child, who loves to smile and have as much fun as she can. She’s curious and loves to ask the hard questions ‘why is it like that?’ ‘Why are you doing it that was and not this way?’ She loves to ask ‘why’ and wants to know how everything works. If she doesn’t get an immediate answer, she will get pouty, and well- she’s impatient.

She is also very creative! And has a wild imagination, some say it’s childish. She doesn’t care, she’s having fun! And isn’t that the important part? She can get bored easily, if she gets bored of her clothing she will either paint it to something fun and cute; or just make some new stuff herself. She likes to take photos to, and had been gifted a second hand wizard camera from her mama. That of course she covered in stickers: like most of her things are.

Above all, Sunday is clingy. Growing up without the attention from her mother and father, she was always looking for it from her mom and mama, who were always happy to give it anytime of the day. ‘Hey! Hey mom look at this!’ She loves always having someone there with her, someone to talk to and hang around with. Even if they were talking. She won’t admit it but she doesn’t like being alone. Or the dark. Or being boring.

If anything Sunday is always trying to be the opposite of what her mother and father want her to be. They didn’t want to raise her, so they didn’t get a say in how she was. They wanted her to be all boring and ‘serious’. Icky, boring and just plain ew. That wasn’t her, and it wouldn’t ever be if it was the last thing that she did.[/size][/reducio][/quote][/td]
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[size=65]#1. Mom & Mama

#2. Eileen

#3. Purpleberry

#4. Theo[/size][/quote][/td]
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[size=65]#1. Purple

#2. Blue
 
#3. Green
 
#4. Pink
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[size=65]#1. Dragons

#2. Dogs

#3. Unicorn

#4. Cats[/size][/quote][/td]
[td][quote][center][size=75][b]PLACES[/b][/size][/center]
[size=65]#1. Outside

#2. Tree Tops

#3. Blanket Forts

#4. Rivers[/size][/quote][/td]
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[td][quote][center][size=65][b]DRAW SOMETHING THAT REMINDS YOU OF YOURSELF :[/b][/size][/center][/quote]
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[td][img=150x150]/images/upload/25x5ntc2mpm1.webp[/img][/td]
[td][quote][center][size=65][b]EXPLAIN YOUR CHOICE[/b][/size][/center][justify][size=65]yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap. [/size][/justify][/quote][/td]
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[quote][right][size=65][b]HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF ?[/b][/size][/right][justify][size=65]yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap. [/size][/justify][/quote]
[quote][right][size=65][b]STICKER TIME !![/b][/size][/right]
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[td][quote][justify][size=65][b]NAME SURNAME | nickname[/b]
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[td][quote][right][size=65][b]NAME SURNAME | nickname[/b][/size][/right][justify][size=65]yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap.[/size][/justify][/quote][/td]
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In a home on the outskirts of Darwin Australia, protected from prying muggle eyes by charms. Is were the home of Olive and Alexander Crestmont live. Olive a half breed veela witch that grew up in the home, and was the one that brought the Crestmont name. She had gone to Tenusa, and had meet Alexander who was Muggle born. There marriage had been arraigned. The Crestmont's for many generations had believed in looks above all. So naturally as soon as Olive saw him, she needed him. And they married. Having moved into there manor.

Alexander had become a radio host, a podcast-esq thing. Well renowned in the wizard world for his funny and comedic broadcasts. Covering topics in a comedic way. And calling out 'Bullshit' in the popular series 'You gotta be kidding me?' As well as that, Alexander had written many books about his life. Growing up Muggle born and going to Tenusa, and his wife's life. How 'hard' it is being a beautiful Muggle born, married to an even more beautiful wife. It's well known for it's satire outlook. And how it is not meant to be taken seriously at all. Alexander Crestmont, all in all, is a comedian at heart.

Her mother, Is a wizarding modal. On the cover of magazines, in some beautiful outfits. She is kind to everyone, so it looks at least. She keeps that charming smile, and the 'oh! Did I do that? What a happy coincidence!' deal when she does something kind. Like give her coat to a cold fan of hers. Well loved in wizarding communities in Australia, Olive had an ego the size of a dragon when away from the public eye.

Then, on the 21st of November, 2012. Sunday was born. And her parents, they didn't see a child. They say publicity. Someone to further there fame, Someone they could play into there image. Someone they could use to make there 'mini me'. One of her first photos is her in her mother's arms, all bundled up in a pink blanket not to long after her birth. Of course, it was on the cover of a magazine. The caption. 'Crestmont's expand there family, welcome to the world little Sunday.'

Due to the fame of her parents, they were worried about her. So they said to the public when they asked when they could see her again. Sunday spent a majority of her time in the private manor. With herself as company, her parents always out doing things for there jobs. In love with the love people showed them. 'We keep her there so she doesn't get hurt.' they told the magazine that Olive worked at, or said on the podcast Alexander hosted. Though the truth was, Sunday was her own person.

Her parents spent many hours when they had the time to talk to her trying to get her to act like them, to shape her to take over one of there jobs. She was rowdy an uncooperative so they thought. Since they didn't have a whole lot of time for her, they hired two nannies to help take care of her. Delilah and Constance Elsher, they together raised Sunday. Taught her to read, write, basic math, And everything she really needed to know. Also from Tenusa, they had been friends with Olive and Alexander before the fame got to them. They'd been ecstatic when the Crestmont's had asked them to take care of Sunday.

That was until they realized that they were raising the poor girl. Not just taking care of her. They had been hired when Sunday had been one year old. After the Crestmont's realized how much work it was to take care of a kid. And that they would rather keep there lives how they had been. 'Perfect'. Still, with them not even trying to raise her, they wanted her to be them.

Sunday was not for it at all, and was a free spirt. She stayed in the property, playing outside, getting dirty, and making things herself. Taking on a bright and maximalist style. Her own person. As she aged, growing up with her nannies that were much more like parents to her. And for all she cared about, were her parents. Calling them Mama, and Mom. She went to them for any questions, them for any concerns, when she wanted a treat they were there. When she fell, they were there to pick her up. No mater where she went in the house or the yard, there was one of them watching her with a smile.

She did not go to Tenusa when she had been invited. Constance and Delilah held her home, teaching her until she was of age to go to school, she had not joined a clan. As they had been worried about her lack of social interaction with kids of her age until that point. When she fully turned eleven she was selected by her dukun and began her full fledged Tenusa education.

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Her birthday party, her 8th birthday party to be exact. It was her, her Mama and her Mom. A few gifts stacked on the large dining room table that never once did she see get used.

Only for such occasions like this one here. She sat behind the gifts, a banner above the table reading ‘Happy eighth Sunday!’ framed by an arch of multicolored balloons.

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A party hat on her head. It had all the markings of a party, a small cake waiting to be cut open to reveal a strawberry cake (after all that was her favorite kind). It was lacking in two major aspects, the guests that the home could easily harbor, and her birth givers. “Why aren’t they here?” Sunday asked, though she already knew the answer. Her parents looked at each other, then looked back at Sunday. “They had a work trip dear.” Constance had told her in the sweetest softest voice she could manage. She also knew the tone would do nothing to lessen the blow. Sunday hardly saw them, She didn’t know why she thought today would be different. It was always something. She for once it seemed, stayed quiet. Little hands gripping the hem of her birthday dress her mom had sewed for her. Eyes glued to the floor. The only sounds she made were the slight sniffles. And the sounds of the freshly filled balloons deflating. Her first instance of magic, caused by the sadness she should have expected. Deflating her birthday balloons.

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[td][reducio][size=75]In a home on the outskirts of Darwin Australia, protected from prying muggle eyes by charms. Is were the home of Olive and Alexander Crestmont live. Olive a half breed veela witch that grew up in the home, and was the one that brought the Crestmont name. She had gone to Tenusa, and had meet Alexander who was Muggle born. There marriage had been arraigned. The Crestmont's for many generations had believed in looks above all. So naturally as soon as Olive saw him, she needed him. And they married. Having moved into there manor.

Alexander had become a radio host, a podcast-esq thing. Well renowned in the wizard world for his funny and comedic broadcasts. Covering topics in a comedic way. And calling out 'Bullshit' in the popular series 'You gotta be kidding me?' As well as that, Alexander had written many books about his life. Growing up Muggle born and going to Tenusa, and his wife's life. How 'hard' it is being a beautiful Muggle born, married to an even more beautiful wife. It's well known for it's satire outlook. And how it is not meant to be taken seriously at all. Alexander Crestmont, all in all, is a comedian at heart.

Her mother, Is a wizarding modal. On the cover of magazines, in some beautiful outfits. She is kind to everyone, so it looks at least. She keeps that charming smile, and the 'oh! Did I do that? What a happy coincidence!' deal when she does something kind. Like give her coat to a cold fan of hers. Well loved in wizarding communities in Australia, Olive had an ego the size of a dragon when away from the public eye.

Then, on the 21st of November, 2012. Sunday was born. And her parents, they didn't see a child. They say publicity. Someone to further there fame, Someone they could play into there image. Someone they could use to make there 'mini me'. One of her first photos is her in her mother's arms, all bundled up in a pink blanket not to long after her birth. Of course, it was on the cover of a magazine. The caption. 'Crestmont's expand there family, welcome to the world little Sunday.'

Due to the fame of her parents, they were worried about her. So they said to the public when they asked when they could see her again. Sunday spent a majority of her time in the private manor. With herself as company, her parents always out doing things for there jobs. In love with the love people showed them. 'We keep her there so she doesn't get hurt.' they told the magazine that Olive worked at, or said on the podcast Alexander hosted. Though the truth was, Sunday was her own person.

Her parents spent many hours when they had the time to talk to her trying to get her to act like them, to shape her to take over one of there jobs. She was rowdy an uncooperative so they thought. Since they didn't have a whole lot of time for her, they hired two nannies to help take care of her. Delilah and Constance Elsher, they together raised Sunday. Taught her to read, write, basic math, And everything she really needed to know. Also from Tenusa, they had been friends with Olive and Alexander before the fame got to them. They'd been ecstatic when the Crestmont's had asked them to take care of Sunday.

That was until they realized that they were raising the poor girl. Not just taking care of her. They had been hired when Sunday had been one year old. After the Crestmont's realized how much work it was to take care of a kid. And that they would rather keep there lives how they had been. 'Perfect'. Still, with them not even trying to raise her, they wanted her to be them.

Sunday was not for it at all, and was a free spirt. She stayed in the property, playing outside, getting dirty, and making things herself. Taking on a bright and maximalist style. Her own person. As she aged, growing up with her nannies that were much more like parents to her. And for all she cared about, were her parents. Calling them Mama, and Mom. She went to them for any questions, them for any concerns, when she wanted a treat they were there. When she fell, they were there to pick her up. No mater where she went in the house or the yard, there was one of them watching her with a smile.

She did not go to Tenusa when she had been invited. Constance and Delilah held her home, teaching her until she was of age to go to school, she had not joined a clan. As they had been worried about her lack of social interaction with kids of her age until that point. When she fully turned eleven she was selected by her dukun and began her full fledged Tenusa education.[/size][/reducio][/td]
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[td][quote][justify][size=65]Her birthday party, her 8th birthday party to be exact. It was her, her Mama and her Mom. A few gifts stacked on the large dining room table that never once did she see get used.[/size][/justify][/quote]
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age ; 18
name ; Sunny :3
pronouns ; She/They
post speed ; 3 days - 2 months
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Ey! Just another day in the life of the Justice Gang!

Hi yess it is me!! I scarcely have motivation to write, however I love my daughter Sunday. So If you have ANY interest in doing a thread with her please owl or DM me. I love her, and don't get to write her as much as I want to.
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[td][color=transparent][size=50]Ey! Just another day in the life of the Justice Gang![/size][/color][quote][size=65]Hi yess it is me!! I scarcely have motivation to write, however I love my daughter Sunday. So If you have ANY interest in doing a thread with her please owl or DM me. I love her, and don't get to write her as much as I want to. 
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