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Be as Kind to Yourself as you are towards those you Love! ♡

Panya "Mouse" Beckett | District 10 Dec 21, 2023 1:16:21 GMT -5

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Post by ⛧Cub ⛤ on Dec 21, 2023 1:16:21 GMT -5

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PANYA MOUSE BECKETT

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Name: Panya Soleil Beckett
Age: 16 Years Old
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 10

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"They say a mouse is too small, within a simple blink - it will be missed,
It's far too easy to ignore that which you can not see,
The little things go unnoticed, making it easy for them to be dismissed,
Small it might be - it has a brave heart and dreams of being free"

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Last Edit: Jan 21, 2024 3:55:49 GMT -5 by ⛧Cub ⛤

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Be as Kind to Yourself as you are towards those you Love! ♡

Panya "Mouse" Beckett | District 10 Jan 12, 2024 0:55:54 GMT -5

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Post by ⛧Cub ⛤ on Jan 12, 2024 0:55:54 GMT -5

APPEARANCE:

Panya Beckett has always been rather small for her age, some assume it is simply her taking after her mother in some way, the woman being rather short and petite herself. Others believe its just a stunted growth like many children of the district suffer - however when meeting her and spotting an almost exact mirror image of her, as well. It becomes the most likely reason for them both being on the smaller end for their ages.

Like most of her siblings, she has soft golden curls, in her case she leaves it loose - refusing to have it much longer than reaching just below her shoulders. Its commonly tied back from her face with a stray piece of string, or tucked back in a hat if all else fails. Her eyes are a light green, or perhaps they are closer to a hazel shade? The light makes it harder to tell and its a constant source of debate as to if they are truly green or not.

Mouse does not dress up. At all if she can help it. Her style of dress is more like that of the boys in the district - its comfortable and practical for working in as well. Much to her mother's dismay as she grew, the battles to get her into a dress got worse as the young girl grew older. Now its an extremely rare sight indeed to see her in anything close to a dress.

She is covered in many scars, some small - others much larger - many healed a little strange due to stitches being done by untrained hands. Most of her scars are due to childhood impulsiveness of a little girl being far too brave and landing in more fights than she could count in order to protect what she deemed 'her own'.

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PERSONALITY:

The young Beckett known mostly as 'Mouse' is a contradiction in many ways. She liked being called Mouse more than by her actual name - even if not everyone can understand how being a Mouse of all animals could be a good thing.

While she can be incredibly quiet and resourceful, much like the animal she goes by even. At others she is very unlike the animal nickname she is known by. She's protective, quick to act and think on her feet when needed. Perhaps she is a lot more like a Mouse than she would care to admit to.

She has a temper, although triggering it isn't extremely easy - it is there and its somewhat scary when the right buttons are pushed. When that happens, very little can calm her down - having at least one of her siblings close by though is a surefire way to help. They know how to pull her back, to calm her down.

At times she can be a little more than impulsive, she likes exploring and is facinated with nature, she isn't afraid to try something that might be dangerous before someone else does. Keeping them safe if she tests it first. If told she can't do something, she will attempt it - trying to prove she can - if to no one else she'd prove it to herself.

This happened far more often when she was younger, despite Mouse being the second born of the twin girls she often prefered to put herself in the possible line of fire to protect her sister from any kind of harm. Particularly from their father when they were much younger.

She is most certainly a middle child, there is very little doubt about it.

Being compared to her older sisters is not unusual, and as annoying as it can be at times, its also comforting to Mouse. She'd much rather be noticed for being like her sister, than for any similiarities she might share with their father. She's fiercely protective of her siblings, particularly those younger than herself. She does not take well to people commenting rudely about their somewhat strange family.

Yes it may not be normal that they only share a father and have different mothers - but that is not anyone elses business - half sibling or not - that is still her sibling!

Its not uncommon that some people forget that she's around, surprisingly - she doesn't seem to actually mind it all that much, in fact she's found it useful at times. Using what she has to her own advantage is something that she has learnt well over the years, be it handed down clothing that she alters to her own preference - or managing to turn scraps of food into a somewhat useful and filling meal. Being so resourceful is most certainly a trait of hers that Mouse is proud of.

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Last Edit: Jan 14, 2024 2:22:23 GMT -5 by ⛧Cub ⛤

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Panya "Mouse" Beckett | District 10 Jan 13, 2024 0:27:11 GMT -5

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Post by ⛧Cub ⛤ on Jan 13, 2024 0:27:11 GMT -5

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HISTORY

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She's a Middle child. Born Smack-dab in the middle - she was the youngest for less than a year before another sister was born.

Okay, so actually being a middle child is kind of shared spot, but she's still pretty much smack-dab in the middle of her siblings, seeing as she was technically born right after her twin sister. Oh, yes! Panya is a twin as well! There's a two for one deal involved when you get to know her. Or perhaps it is more of a bigger deal, as with Panya, or Mouse as she prefers from anyone other than family, is one of nine children. Only one of whom shares both mother and father, her twin sister. The other seven all share the same father, a man known as Artorius Beckett. Known for his 'charming', or rather... womanising ways.

The man had eight daughters before the arrival of his only son.

As for her mother, was a small woman herself, she had been a young mother - barely out of her own teen years when she ended up pregnant with twins, their father had charmed her and gotten her pregnant. He had stuck around while she was pregnant, but right after the two little girls were born - so very tiny and struggling to survive.

Their father was barely around at all, for he was already onto the next woman.

The twins were rather sick when they were younger, being two-for-one as well as born a little earlier than expected, they had a lot of health issues at the start of their young lives. This continued a little longer, as they grew they were more prone to getting sick with colds and other things, though it rarely stopped them for too long.

Their mother struggled, raising two little girls who were active yet were prone to becoming sick more often when the weather changed. Doing it on her own was not easy. Her own parents had passed before the girls were born, leaving very little in the ways of a support system around her. It was thanks to the parents of Artorius that she managed.

Despite how the man that the twins called their father was, not only abandoning them, but wanting very little to do with either of the twins since they were born. His own parents were pretty much everything that he was not. They were warm and welcoming, they were excited about the twins - two more precious little girls.

While they disagreed with the way Artorius was towards his children and the mothers, they wanted to do right as much as they could. It was likely because of their grandparents that the girls and their mothers grew so close, despite their son - they loved the children he had brought into the world, they often watched the older girls when needed. So they offered the same for the twins and their own mother as well.

So, while their mother worked, the girls would be with their Grandmother - they spent time with their sisters, and later their little brother. It was a strange thing for Mouse, she adored each of her siblings - she loved them! But there had been a little bitterness towards her brother, all of it due to their father and how he was towards her and their sisters.

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_{She wasn't a boy. And ... boys and girls were different. But, what made a boy and a girl different from each other was still something she didn't quite understand. She was only four, so the idea formed in her mind. Why not try and be a boy? She could be like a boy.}

_{'I can be a boy." A determined expression stared back at her as she looked at her reflection in the glass once more. Tiny hands shook as she reached for her hair, long blonde curls between her fingers - the other hand grasping a knife taken from the table.}

_{With each movement of her hand.}

_{More blonde curls fall to the floor....}

_{The little face was still the same when she was done, but, with her hair shorter and wearing clothese she had borrowed from one of the boys who played with her - she kind of looked like a boy. Surely now, her Daddy would be happy - and... he won't be angry that she was a girl anymore.}

_{If he was happy, he'd stay ... right?}

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Try as she might, she had struggled to understand. Being so young and wanting her Dad around - but being told he didn't want to see her. She didn't get it until one day she heard the words, he wanted a son, she had overheard adults talking. Her mother with a friend of hers that visited almost any time their mother wasn't working, a woman she and her sister called 'Aunty'. It was a common occurrence that she'd overhear adults talking when they thought she wasn't there.

She had been only four years old at the time, but she knew that she had a brother, a little brother that her Father had wanted instead of herself, instead of her sisters. Try as she might, she couldn't make herself a boy - couldn't turn herself into a son, she tried to be like one as much as she could instead. She knew boys and girls were different, so she would try to be what he wanted the best she was able.

So it began, the refusal to dress up in dresses, copying what boys wore - which she found even more comfortable - she'd opt for playing games with the other boys who lived nearby. Always trying to get at least a few other girls involved as well. Anything the boys did, she would show she could do it as well as they could.

None of it worked.

Her Dad still didn't come by any more than he did. He didn't pay any extra attention to her, heck - he still barely spoke to her unless she pestered him first. More than once it would end up with her in tears and usually at least a slowly forming bruise or two from an angry hand. The tears she'd always try to hold them back until he was gone once more, often without even a goodbye.

The day he disappeared was perhaps one of the strangest. That day, there were no tears at all.

It was almost a numbness, a strange feeling that hit her when she heard that no one knew where he was. But finding out about how Orson was, how 'Cubby' was. That caused a reaction. An Angry one that had an angry little girl rushing down the road as fast as her bare feet would take her. Heading right to their grandparent's house.

Despite the bitterness that was sometimes felt, there was no doubt how much Mouse loved her siblings. Her baby brother included. If there was doubt, that day, almost everyone in District 10 that had even a drop of doubt, it would have quickly vanished. That memory would stick with some for years to come.

Her baby brother had been mistreated just as his sisters had, perhaps in some ways... even worse. He had been the one who lived with their father, she knew that much - he was only five years old, five to Mouse's own eight. How had no one noticed that their Dad wasn't taking care of him properly?

It made her angry to think about. The adults were supposed to know things, to take care of them - it was what they always said, after all. So how come this had happened? Why didn't their own father care enough even about the son he had wanted so badly that he had eight daughters he didn't want?

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_{The sound of little sobs, a little voice calling out, 'Granny! Poppa!'.}

_{It would remain in the memories of those she ran passed for years to come. The sight of a tiny blonde blur rushing past grown adults. Stumbling and tripping over the hard ground, her tiny feet bare on the dirt - not stopping even as she falls. Landing hard but getting right back up, the skin raw on her feet and scrapes now on her palms from the rocks.}

_{It didn't slow her down much, simply rubbing a sleeve over her cheeks and continuing to run - ignoring the calling of her mother behind her. She rushes towards the Old Beckett Ranch. Where everything was safe, where everything would be okay again.}

_{Their grandparent's home was always the safest place in the world...}

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That was the first time that she had truly questioned things.

It was far from the last time, of course. She may not actually always voice her questions, or even many of her thoughts, like other kids did - particularly like her little brother did. Instead, she kept things quiet, she jotted down things she thought about, keeping the little book she wrote in close and hidden. She wasn't exactly a shy child, but she would easily lose herself in her thoughts and kept many feelings close to her own chest.

As daring as she could be at times, always insisting she can do things that she really probably shouldn't do at all - or that she should go first if there was even the smallest chance that someone could be hurt. Mouse let others do the talking when she was in a group setting, particularly around her siblings. She was content to let them pick what they did, where they would go - let them lead the conversation when they met people while running errands or bumping into others.

When on her own, she was okay with talking - speaking up for herself didn't seem to be an issue. But in group settings, she'd watch and listen, being far more quiet - like a mouse. Watch, listen - prepare for anything and be ready to act.

This didn't stop her from stepping forward and voicing something for herself though, not at all - more than once if things got out of hand it'd be Mouse to step forward when conflict occurred, putting herself at risk to protect one of her siblings. More often than not it wound up being Cubby, sweet as her little brother might be most of the time. He appeared over the years to have a bit of an issue realising he shouldn't just voice every question that comes to his mind.

While unassuming, and tiny as Mouse might be - she was not afraid to get dirty or risk her own safety. More than once, in order to defend or protect one or more of her siblings, she has ended up fighting with her fists - winding up with more than just a few scrapes and injuries. She might not always have won, but she proved her point - if you mess with one of the Beckett kids, you're in major trouble.

She didn't love fighting, she didn't like hurting people. But if it meant keeping her siblings safe - if it meant they wouldn't need to fight - then fight she would. Even if she'd get those long and heavy signs, that faint disapproval from her Grandmother, from her mother even - when they realized, yet again - Mouse had gotten into a fight. Coming home with a black eye forming, scrapes and cuts on her arms and legs - more than once with a split lip or far worse.

But when asked why, or asked about what had happened. Her answers were simple and made it hard to truly argue with. "I protected my family."

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_{'Don't say that.' the}_{voice was oddly calm, there was a firmness to it, but the words didn't}_{falter even as the older boys, turned towards it. There stood a tiny}_{girl with honey blonde hair falling in front of hazel green eyes that}_{barely blinked. At that}_{moment she was clearly not pleased, a look of fury on a usually sweet young face.}

_{'Take-it-back. - and say sorry to him! RIGHT. NOW.'}

_{There was now a slight growl to her voice, one hand was in a fist, as she stepped closer. She may have been barely Ten, but she was not happy and had something to settle. 'That's my little brother you're messing with.' Another careful step and she was quickly moving, shielding her brother, as much as she could behind her own still small body.}

_{Her name might have been 'Mouse', but a Beckett protects their own.}

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She's not a little girl anymore.

She's now Sixteen years old, and still isn't sure what she wants to do with her life, or if she even has a future. Sometimes its such an unknown that it makes her heart ache as she looks at those she cares about. As much as she might imagine it, the mere idea of going far away from her siblings makes her more uneasy than she cares to really think about. The reality of them having a future is a giant unknown for most of them still.

Mouse still often will place herself in the line of fire when needed, although she's more careful before jumping right into using her fists, but many remember the golden rule about the Beckett children - messing with them would not be all that wise, even now.

Perhaps now more than ever, with their Grandmother's passing still quite fresh, many of them are still dealing with the grief of that loss. For Mouse, she hasn't shown it too much outwardly - but she certainly feels it to her core.

It had been her grandmother that taught her to cook, to be able to work with whatever she had - to make it last and feed more than first assumened, a necessity when most of her siblings were to eat together. She had taught Mouse how to repair old clothes, make them last long - alter them so they appeared newer and actually fit - life skills she'd likely use for - hopefully many years still to come.

Most importantly though, her Grandmother had been her confidant.

The one she had been more easily able to open up towards, she had never pushed or prodded when something was clearly weighing on the girls mind - as much as her mother might have meant well. Her Granny had known that pushing would cause Mouse to become more defensive and shut down. Granny always managed far sooner than anyone else, to crack through that shell and talk things through.

The older woman had been a constant source of comfort and reassurance when Mouse struggled with her temper, with worries and fears about life - her sexuality and her very existance. She had a soothing and warm presence when the world got a little too scary and real, even for the fierce little Mouse she tried to show the world she was.

She is struggling - the hurt and loss is a struggle even if she tries to hide it. But the world goes on, and she knows her family are hurting and grieving as well. She wants to help them, focusing on them and their pain instead of he own, has always been far easier after all.

These days, she keeps going, focusing on the day-to-day.

She checks in on her sisters and little brother, making sure everyone is doing well and that everything is done before each day is over. She's on the move a lot, needing the occasional reminder to look out for herself.

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_{'Breathe In.
1... 2...3.'}

_{'Easy Little Mouse, One step at a time - There is no need to rush."}

_{'Oh, Mousie, Have you eaten today? Let me just fix you somethin' quick.'}_{'Slow down, Mouse! No running Indoors!'
'You're stronger than you think.... My Brave little Mouse.'}

_{'Breathe. Out.}

_1...2..3.'

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Last Edit: Jan 15, 2024 21:43:29 GMT -5 by ⛧Cub ⛤

⛧Cub ⛤ Seam Resident 42 POSTS Pronouns: she/they last seen Apr 10, 2024 1:58:50 GMT -5 Be as Kind to Yourself as you are towards those you Love! ♡	Panya "Mouse" Beckett \| District 10 Jan 16, 2024 18:32:16 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by ⛧Cub ⛤ on Jan 16, 2024 18:32:16 GMT -5 All the feelings ~ ᴥ

ᴥ Head RP Tutor 4,548 POSTS Pronouns: he/him last seen Apr 26, 2024 22:13:18 GMT -5 oof	Panya "Mouse" Beckett \| District 10 Jan 16, 2024 18:39:44 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by ᴥ on Jan 16, 2024 18:39:44 GMT -5 This is a REMARKABLE bio. The time, love, and talent you put into making this character truly shows, and was an absolute pleasure to read. She may be a mouse but she has a lion's heart where it matters! ACCEPTED!
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