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Name: Arwen Claire MacCarthy
Age: 18
Personality: Very fierce. Will not be afraid to stand up for herself and others. She'll treat you in equal to how you treat her, so don't be a jerk to her, otherwise she'll be a jerk to you, only in a more classier way. If you push her to the brink of exploding, watch out, 'cause she has a temper as bright as her red hair.
Likes: Lost things, Puppies, toe-socks, having fun
Dislikes: Arrogance, Bullies, Spicy food, being stuck inside with nothing to do.
Bio: Arwen was born in Ireland on October 4th. She doesn't remember much of living there, other than the wide expanse scenery. Her parents had decided to move to America, for reasons unknown to her. They were pretty well off, not too poor yet not too rich. She went to a great school and made lots of friends. Life was great until one disastrous night. Their house burned down with everything in it. The cause of how it started is unknown, and apparently her dad never put insurance on it. They had nothing and had to move to her grandma's house miles away. She had to say goodbye to her friends and the life she had always known. Arwen was 15 and a half at this time. Three years have passed and she am now 18. Her parents have a big surprise for her and she is curious as to what it is. Little did she know it would forever change her life

She said farewell to her friend, Gavin, before going up to her room and crashing down on it. The red-head was somewhat peeved that she had to cancel her plans for the night. She had planned on hanging out with Gavin and a couple of other at skateworld. Instead, she now had to attend a dinner her parents had planned with some other people she had never heard of. Not that she could remember anyways. Besides that, her parents had said they had planned some big surprise for her. While she was curious about it, she was also wary as she had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Like what they had planned for her was something she would not like. At all.

Sighing, she got up and dressed herself up for the night. When she walked out to the car she was wearing a sweetheart line black dress with straps that went around her neck, leaving her shoulders bare. She wore simple black high heels and jewellery that fitted her attire. She wore little makeup and had straightened her hair. "Ready?" her father asked, as he started the car. She just shrugged and sat back. it didn't escape her notice that her mother kept glancing nervously back at her, which only deepened the pit in Arwen's stomach.

They soon arrived at a big house that had an Asian theme. Her father helped her out of the car and as a family, walked up to the door and knocked. "Remember your manners Arwen" her father warned. She just rolled her eyes and said "Ok, dad"

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Arwen watched as the door opened, revealing an Asian woman. She invited them in and with a gentle nudge her father herded her mother and her inside. The first thought that came to mind as she looked around the woman's house was that it was very old school mixed with modern. It was sort of a perfect balance, nothing she would have lived in, but it was still nice. She would have took stock of what they had but before she could, a man, the husband to the woman most likely, came towards them, bowing to her dad. "Welcome! It's so good to see you Brian. This must be your beautiful wife" he bowed to her before turning to Arwen "and your lovely daughter" he bowed to her as well. She knew from school that if someone bowed to you, it was a sign of respect. So she bowed to him, along with her parents. "It is good to be here. Thank you for inviting us into your lovely home.". The man smiled and thanked him before calling out for his children, then went back to talking to her dad.

While they waited, Arwen had taken off her jacket and handed it to one of the maids who had asked for it. She also took off her heels and laid them by the door like her parents did. She tuned out of the conversation, instead choosing to look at everything in the room. There were some pictures of the man and woman's wedding, and like the house, it looked like it was a traditional wedding. In the back of her mind she wondered if dinner would be traditional as well or if it would be more modern to make her family more comfortable. Either way was fine with her as she was pretty hungry. Continuing on with the house, there was more pictures of various things. Pictures of asian homes and scenery, baby pictures, a couple of school pictures and so on. They had bamboo plants planted here and there in pots. After a few minutes, the Asian man lead them to the dining room, where they sat down on chairs that had asian cushions on it. Her parents continued to talk, while she looked on, bored.

Arwen watched as the boy sat in the seat across from her. He looked a little uncomfortable and she couldn't blame him. Suits were uncomfortable and she had the distinct feeling that this was definitely not the kind of clothing he normally wore. She could see his lip piercings even though he wore flesh colored studs, and wondered why he didn't wear his normal piercings. 'oh right...because his family is traditional...' she thought. She admired his green eyes and the color of his hair, even if the way he wore it looked a little weird. As the food came in, she stopped staring at him and ate her food. The two families ate in silence until the little girl sitting next to the boy talked. "So what's your name? My name is Yuma" she said with a bright smile. Arwen couldn't help but to smile kindly back at her, she was cute and had a good high energy "I'm Arwen. It's nice to you Yuma." This made the little girl smile wider and she asked her a lot of questions.

She asked many questions like, what was her favorite color, what kind of things did she like to do, did she like to play with dolls, would she play with her later, among other things. Arwen answered her patiently, answering with blue, finding lost things, reading, writing, playing with animals, she never really played with dolls but if Yuma wanted her to play dolls with her sometime, she would. The little girl seemed satisfied with her answers and started asking her more questions before her father had told her to settle down and eat her food. So she did, still smiling. Arwen went back to her food and soon the two families were served there desert. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her father and other gentleman nod at each other, and her mother shifting nervousl in her seat. Arwen's father cleared his throat. "Arwen, Andii. We have something to tell you..." He himself looked a little nervous to her, but he steeled himself and said it all very point blank "Arwen, Andii, you two are going to get married." Arwen just stared at him, her mind blank yet thoughts were bouncing everywhere inside her head. Everyone at the table just sort of stopped and held their breath.

The red head continued to sit and stare, even after her parents left the room. She heard Andii apologize, however her mind was far from thinking about his fathers tone. She didn't know exactly what to think. She knew her feelings were all over the place. She was upset, angry, annoyed, somewhat disturbed, among other things. It was too much for her, so she decided to settle on one emotion, the emotion bing anger. She stood up and began pacing, going back and forth trying to figure a way out of this situation. Despite what his father had said, there was always a way out of everything

She turned to Andii. "Alright, here's the thing. I don't know you, and as far to my knowledge you don't know me. I'd rather not be forced into this marriage, so we need to come up with an idea to get out of it." She continued to pace the floor, thinking out loud. "We obviously can't say no, because they seem pretty adamant about this. I'd suggest one of us dying or something but I'm sure we both want to live."Then the thought that she hadn't had in a while came to her. She stopped pacing and turned to Andii again "Do you perhaphs have a way out of here? A secret way out?"

Silently she followed him. She said a silent goodbye to her parents because she wasn't sure when she would talk to or see them again. They had made their way onto a small terrace that overlooked a road. She turned to look at Andii who hadn't said much yet. "Thank you. You know, if you want, you can run away as well. It seems like you're parents have done this before and will do it again." She couldn't even imagine it. She wondered why he stayed if his parents had done this before...'probably his sister' she thought. They looked like they were close.


Still, she had to ask. It was only polite, and she felt like he needed a small push to be able to do what she was about to do. A chill wind passed over them and she wrapped her arms around herself, trying to keep warm. While she waited for his answer, she thought about where to go and what she would need to do to survive.

Arwen smiled kindly "I thought as much. I'd say just take her with you, but that would be kidnapping." She lightly chuckled, even though the situation they were in was not very funny at all. She climbed over the railing and before she went down, looked back at Andii "Well, it's been short, but it was nice meeting you." With that she dropped down and walked over to the road. She looked back at the house, saying another silent goodbye to her parents and started down the road.

It was a good thing that she had liked to run track at her old school. It was also a good thing that she didn't have her heels on, because otherwise running would be a pain. She ran at the side of the road, keeping her breathing even so she wouldn't run out of breath, a technique her teacher had taught her. 'Where to go?' She couldn't go to any of her friends houses, that's the first place they would look. Who would they not look to, to see if she was there? 'Kristi...' she thought. Her ex-best friend. She took out her cell and called her, told her the situation and minutes later was picked up. She told her friend where to take her, and Kristi did. Needless to say, their friendship was mending.