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Contemporary Kitchen - Kitchen Example of a small trendy u-shaped dark wood floor, brown floor and exposed beam eat-in kitchen design with an undermount sink, flat-panel cabinets, dark wood cabinets, quartzite countertops, stainless steel appliances, a peninsula and multicolored countertops

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Kids - Contemporary Bathroom Inspiration for a small, modern kids' bathroom remodel with gray walls, a single-sink vanity, flat-panel cabinets, dark wood cabinets, a one-piece toilet, blue walls, and white countertops and concrete countertops.

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Home Office - Contemporary Home Office Small contemporary freestanding desk in a home office with a carpeted floor and white walls.

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Contemporary Kitchen - Kitchen Example of a small trendy u-shaped dark wood floor, brown floor and exposed beam eat-in kitchen design with an undermount sink, flat-panel cabinets, dark wood cabinets, quartzite countertops, stainless steel appliances, a peninsula and multicolored countertops

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Bathroom - Contemporary Bathroom

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   “The eye is always caught by light, but shadows have more to say.”

A B O U T

Name: Shiloh Wolfe Nickname: Shy Age: Nineteen Date & Place of Birth: February 19th, 1998 & Asheville, NC Sexuality: Undecided Pronouns: She/Her Faceclaim: Hailee Steinfeld Alternate FCs: N/A Status: TAKEN

M O R E

Major: Studio Art, Criminal Justice Minor Classification: Freshman Occupation: Student;Tattoo Artist Apprentice @ Inkredible Tattoos Rank: Hero  Power: Umbrakinesis and Shadow Physiology Limitations: When under stress, the area around her may darken unintentionally and too much or certain types of light can have the effect of physical force on her shadows or on her while she is using shadow physiology. She also currently has poor control over her ability and sometimes, dissociates when using her physiology with no recollection of her actions when she comes to.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

+ resilient, driven, self-sufficient - isolative, guarded, uncouth

B I O G R A P H Y (TW: abuse)

Draven Wolfe, dubbed The Nightmare by local news and late night talk shows alike had never been “normal”. In fact, he’d been labeled misanthropic, sadistic, and even a monster. By any who had had the unfortunate displeasure of bearing witness to his many misdeeds. He prided himself in his ability to bring the city to its collective knees. He was larger than life until the day that he fell in love with a hostage. She was fearless. Despite his ability to induce and weaponize fear as a physical force, she was unphased, later revealing her power of a psychic shield. Draven was not accustomed to feeling anything for anyone other than himself, but the woman did not shiver at the site of him. She did not look at him like the monster that the society around him had encouraged and created.

A year passed and Draven was standing in the labor room of a private hospital, one of the only hospitals that would welcome the birth of “The Nightmare’s Child”. Only two hours after contractions started, things began to go south fast. The medical staff tried to force Draven out of the delivery room to no avail. They were able to save the child, but not the mother. In a burst of anger, Draven destroyed the entirety of the hospital before taking his daughter and disappearing again from mainstream society. He raised his daughter in isolation. He’d disappeared from the news and dedicated every moment of his time to raising his daughter. She had to be smarter, better, and more powerful than her mother. All of Draven’s focus was on shaping her rather than nurturing her.

As the only known offspring of an infamous villain, Shiloh’s expectations from society were unfortunate while her expectations of her father were infinite. As she got older and more independent at the age of 10, Draven began to venture back out into his work. The world cowered at the return of The Nighmare, but Shiloh only saw him as her father despite the fact that the man on the news every other night in the midst of another distasteful conquest could barely be called a father at all. However, due to her isolation, lack of peers, and lack of any other family, her situation seemed entirely normal to her for it was the only reality she’d ever known.

Finally reaching adolescence, Draven knew it was time to work on Shiloh’s powers. With the knowledge that high levels of stress could induce power manifestations, Draven began to use every trick in the book to trigger her powers.  Draven, frustrated with the wait, put Shiloh through a variety of sessions to break her, but she was sturdy and stubborn. Finally, Daven discovered her fear of the dark. It was so simple that Draven beat himself up for not seeing it sooner. With this new knowledge, he began to send her into the basement on a regular basis. She would cry, but he would only point back down the stairs and repeat again. Finally, giving up on letting the darkness alone pull the powers from her, he amplified the fear it caused using his own abilities.

Outside of the basement he could hear screaming until it finally stopped and darkness itself plummeted through the door, filling the house like dark ink. When the darkness cleaned, Shiloh was no where to be found. She had finally escaped him. She laid low for quite a while, but realized quickly that her powers were far from under control. Despite all that her father had put her through, she knew well that he was the only one who could truly help her learn how to control them. When she finally returned to her home, her father had been locked up in a maximum security prison for super villains.

With no place else to go Shiloh did what she could to get by on her own which increasingly began to include the use of her powers to obtain food or money in order to get by. This worked well for her until the day she was caught and offered  a second chance at Skybourne University where she hoped to learn control of her powers in an environment that was more stable and safe than anything she’d known before. Shiloh continues to struggle with her ability and is often afraid that the use of her powers will cause other’s to see her as they see her father.

F A M I L Y

Unknown (mother - deceased) Draven Wolfe (father - alive) Unknown (half-brother - alive)

C O N N E C T I O N S

Alysha King: Within the super community, there is a strong stigma connected to those students whose parents used their powers for evil rather than for saving kittens and assisting the elderly. Shiloh and Alysha have connected over their similar pasts and love of art.

Kristopher Maier: Kris has always treated Shlioh with kindness and she honestly feels like she can confide in him, though she may not always heed all of his advice.

[tcadamssisterletters]

My breathing quickened. No, it was worse than that. I hung over the side of the rail gasped for air and prepared to face my Jesus.

“We should have brought oxygen!” I said. “Those can-thingy’s skiers use.” My husband, Jay glanced back and laughed. He was feeling proud because he’d been working out, and for the first time was in the lead, on our traditional hike up Chimney Rock in Asheville, NC. On this particular morning, the elevator which released us at the beginning of the trail was out of order so you could say the hike became a double-wammy for Tammy. As I looked up at the endless stairs, I wished we’d broke tradition and went to Grandfather Mountain instead; but then again Grandfather Mountain was not without its own horrors.

The last time we went to Grandfather mountain and crossed the swinging bridge I slipped past a group of mourners and ate their loved one. Yes, you read it right, they wished their dead mother farewell, just as a gust of wind picked up her ashes and planted them in my face. That smoky grit in my mouth about made me sick. I often wonder if I’d be considered a cannibal?

So, there I was killing myself on the stairwell to heaven watching my husband skip along in front, glancing back smiling from time to time.  I wanted to kick him in his big rear so badly, but I didn’t have the energy to get my foot that high. Through sheer stubbornness, I made it to the top where the group in front of us plopped on a boulder to enjoy the view. After a few minutes, they stood and began the hike down.

“Wait!” I wanted to yell. “That’s it? You climbed all those steps for that?” But instead, silently I watched them descend. We glanced at the map and it appeared additional climbing awaited us. I suppose the others saw this and felt it wasn’t worth the trouble.

Jay glanced over his shoulder. “So, what do you think, are you up for it?” He said.

“Absolutely! I want to do the whole thing.” The woods were ahead, and I wasn’t going to miss that.

We were alone in the woods. The sun splintered through the fog and trees creating a beautiful light show. The hike was a breeze compared to where we’d been, and a cool mist showered us in the shade. The air smelled sweet like Christmas trees and the birds sang. Growing up, the woods were my playground, a place my imagination and memory runs wild. To this day, I imagine my Cherokee ancestors hide behind the trees watching, and just when I turn to catch a glimpse, they duck out of view. Throughout my childhood, my siblings and I waded in the creeks under the trees, built forts, and played war with pinecones. Today, I often wonder if there’s a forest in heaven, for my sister who passed away December 19, 2014. I hope there is.

Jay and I came across a patch of light hitting the forest floor. The beam shined through the fog, and I stepped into it and glanced up. I can’t describe how good God is. He knows exactly what I get excited about. He knows my heart. The forest was a gift, and bathing in the light was His way of letting me know no matter what dark world I’m living in, He’s the God who sees. He sees me. Not just the physical me, but the girl He created me to be. The one who sometimes gets lost in the stresses of perfectionism, but still finds delight in nature.

I stepped out of the light and trudged on quietly.

“What are you thinking about?” Jay said.

I shrugged. “Nothing really. I was thinking about the hikers. They did all that work coming up only to go back down. They did the hard part to only look back and see how far they came but missed this beautiful light shining through the forest. How could they miss it?”

Jay nodded.  He knew what I was saying, without me saying it.

Today, I remembered our October hike, and thought what about us?  Are we missing the Light? As we toil through hanging wreaths and trimming a perfect tree have we thought of the perfect One? In the midst of all the baking and the eating, have we stopped to savor the Savior? While wrapping the gifts and tying the bows, have we pondered the gift wrapped in swaddling clothes? If all we get out of Christmas is the labor, the eating, the present swapping and then stepping back to admire it all, the true spirit of Christmas will pass by and we’ll miss it.

We’ll realize it when we’re trudging back down that mountain, putting away all the ornaments. A nostalgia will fill us. Was that it? We’ll think to ourselves. We’ll know something passed us by…something beautiful. We’ll shrug the feeling away… for there’s always next year, we’ll tell ourselves.

I’ve heard a longing in the voice of Mommas lately. It’s as if their Christmas spirit departed as their sons and daughters went to college. “I so wish I had a child again at Christmas time.” I’ve heard repeatedly as they peer down at Bella. Yes, I’m blessed to have four children under my roof, including a three-year-old bundle of giddy, but I can’t burden her as my joy supplier at Christmas time. We must look to our source of everlasting joy…Jesus.

So as we’re gasping for breath, climbing all those stressful stairs of preparation let’s remember whose birthday we are celebrating. A baby who had no tree, shrub lighting, or sugar cookies. He slept in a manger under the light of one brilliant star. Take time to delight in the Light, savor our Savior, and focus our minds and hearts on the perfect gift of all…the Lord Jesus Christ.

                          The Light Through the Trees My breathing quickened. No, it was worse than that. I hung over the side of the rail gasped for air and prepared to face my Jesus.

[garudabluffs]

State Of Jefferson · Dehlia Low Ravens & Crows℗ Rebel Records Llc    Released on: 2011-08-02

White lines on the interstate at the age of seventeen Under a winter sky the shade of grenadine Well I never would have made it to the California line Without an old freightliner driver and a cigarette that night Maybe living free means that you're just wasting time But you're never too old to get undone My shoes shine on the dusty road to the State of Jefferson Got my granddad's daddy's fiddle in the backseat with my bags They say he quit the church to play them devil's rags But he died of influenza back in 1921 And those old Dakota Indians took his sugar beets and run Maybe living free means that you're just wasting time But you're never too old to get undone I'm getting high on the dusty road to the State of Jefferson Heading down to meet a man I didn't love, that's true In an old Oaktown apartment with a view Well I never knew his name cause he used a pseudonym And those Bay Bridge lights just kept me up wonderin' where the cars fell in Maybe living free means that you're just wasting time But you're never too far from where you're from I'm on fire on the dusty road to the State of Jefferson

Tellico Can't Go Home Again   "Can't Go Home Again" is at the forefront. “Can’t Go Home Again” is inspired by Asheville author Thomas Wolfe’s book of the same name.

Can't Go Home Again by Anya Hinkle Boys there’s nothing as exciting as the whistle of a train Tellin of all the places it knows but you’ve never seen But back then all you needed was a tank of gasoline Your dreams were as wide as a Ford and as fine as a Fairlane But you can’t go home again I don’t want to believe but I believe I’ll know it It’s dark ‘cept the streetlights shining ‘fore the roosters crowin’ No you can’t go home again You’re better off thinkin’ of home when you’re goin’ ‘Cause when you get there, that old lonesome wind starts blowin’ Well just like my momma I just wanted to dream But now its just like daddy always said it would be That it’s too late to put the bees back in the hive and the baby back to sleep You’ve come and gone again, you’ve come too far to go back now you see No you can’t go home again I don't want to believe but I believe i’m learnin’ It’s cold outside think I’ll just lay here and keep dreamin’ No you can’t go home again You’re better off thinkin’ of home when you’re goin’ ‘Cause when you get there, that old lonesome wind starts blowin’

All them places you seen are now just pictures in the stair Their colors fading like a flame running out of air   But you can’t go home again I don't  want to believe but I believe I know it I’m movin’ on but it’s on ahead I’m goin’ No you can’t go home again You’re better off thinkin’ of home when you’re goin’ ‘Cause when you get there, that old lonesome wind starts blowin’

[quirkyqirl]

    My day begins at about 8:30 am which involved me getting ready and making sure my bag was packed. I was very hesitant but I was very skeptical because I was flying Allegiant and  had already been warned about their personal item size requirements. So, I concluded that I will make my bag fit one way or another. I decided to take the tri rail to the airport only to find out that an oil tankard had turned over which made one train be cancelled and for the passengers going my direction had to take a shuttle to the next stop which was the hollywood station. I started getting a little anxiety because I was worried about all this extra walking on my healing ankle which scared me.

The train came and whisked me away to the airport and was still considerably on time. I went to the currency exchange booth because I had left over bills that need to be changed back to US. Then I called my ex-boyfriend that works at the airport to see what he was up too. Me and his relationship is very odd but the closeness doesn’t bother me. He was sleeping so I just headed to my flight terminal. When I got there, I checked to see if my bag fit in the bag measurement contraption.

My bag did not fit in the personal item or carry on section. Well I already had my mobile boarding pass and decided today I will not be a victim of airport price gouging. I attempted to see if if I still had time to purchase the bag online for $18 but I could only do it on the return trip. So, I just made my way through TSA and rushed to get something to eat. I decided to get the beach burger from Shula Burger which has shrimp on it.

My flight was delayed but eventually we did board the flight. No one said anything to me about my bag an at first, I put I in the overhead. Than the flight attendants got on the loudspeakers  warning passengers that the overheads were only for carry-on bags that was purchased. So, I just shoved my bag under the seat and of course it fit. Allegiant and Spirit bag sizes are very similar so I had the assumption early on it would fit.

The flight I noticed didn’t have much diversity like am used to which made me uneasy at first. But once we flew over the big beautiful mountains 1 hour and 45 minutes later I was excited. Coming down the jetway I felt the cold brisk air hit  my face I hurried to the lobby and waited for my brother. He came and gave me a small tour around the area and it its breathtaking with the mountains and all the scenery. His apartment is at the top of the mountains and it was amazing.

After I dropped my things off we  went out for dinner and sat and talked about everything. The lack of diversity in his neighborhood and his decision to move to southern Georgia, business and just everything. I had gnocchi chicken soup with bread, stuffed mushrooms and eggplant parmesan with watermelon sangria. I was full and I had to get a to go box because I could not fit anymore in my stomach. So now I am kind of freewriting this all and so far, my mind is so clear here in Asheville, North Carolina. I will take care of some other projects I have from online and calling it a night for me.

My poor ankle is aching from this cold weather here and my body is aching from this couch. My brother did offer for me to lay in the bed with him but I know how he feel about my snoring and for some reason I can’t sleep in the bed with any of my family. My family seems to all think am the only snorer when they are as well. My brother is the type of snorer that has the deep almost like a vivacious animal sound. Plus, he was in a car accident almost a year and some change so I decided the couch would be fine for me and he can keep the bed. But my body is pissed with me and outside is rather gloomy today. I ate my eggplant parmesan leftovers and it was still tasty. For some reason I love eating leftovers while others throw theirs away.

Well those leftovers and tea just did not fill my belly up for long. I was downright starving waiting for my brother to get off from work. When he finally got off he wanted to just rush and for us to go inside and explore the mountains. I guess he got tired of my whining and just dropped me to the gas station to pick up a few snacks for the little trip. So, once we got the snacks we headed straight for the exit to get to the mountains.

He kept raving about him wanting me to see black mountain. Well as your driving through the mountain your elevation is going up the higher you go. I almost had a nausea feeling just looking down seeing the houses below. Some of the roads are so small and you feel every twist and turn when you are driving. But the views were breathtaking to say the least.

We even stopped to get out because they had some areas well you can park and just look down and even hike. There was lots of people hiking and jogging in those big mountains. I got to say I was so at peace and not worrying about anything. It’s like being there puts you in a whole other vortex thats unlike your current. The weather wasn’t too bad until we stopped to go for little hike. It was so chilly but the higher you go up the weather goes down.

 So unfortunately, they blocked the road that would have led us directly to Black Mountain because there was still snow on the roads. So, we had to take another way by road directly to the little town instead. Once there we waited for this Thai restaurant to open, I had only eaten Thai once before but the cuisine was delish. From the ice tea to the spicy fried rice with steamed veggies. I even had Saki despite my brothers disapproving face; he doesn’t drink that much.

 He is younger but somehow, he thinks he is older than me. Once we left from there we headed somewhere his friend had told him about. The place was called The Light Center which is a prayer dome in middle of beautiful nature. The office and lobby were closed but the prayer room was open. We stepped into the prayer room and took our shoes off and sat and prayed.

 Once finished we went to the  labyrinth maze in the back of the dome far in the forest. With stones surrounding the maze that’s had words written on them that said somethings like light and love and some had sweet messages from people who had lost relatives or friends. We walked back to the car after a while and we both was lost for words. Something about the mountains and nature but I can’t forget about The Light Center. Now I am back at the apartment just getting all my thoughts out about the day and what I took from it. I am so calm here even my ankle/foot is feeling anew again. What will tomorrow bring?

Well it is the next morning and I got to share with you guys how well I slept. I woke up so rejuvenated and thankful for life and the new day I was blessed with. I took a hot shower and got ready for the day activities. My brother doesn’t shop for groceries much like most men so I ate leftover sake and brownies. He wanted to take me to Mt Mitchell and to see Grandfather mountain but the access had been closed due to snow ice being on the roads.

Well after a big breakfast of sirloin steak/eggs and hash browns, French toast and grits with juice we hit the road to Chimney Rock State Park. The elevator was broke so we receive a discount on the admission in. But no elevator meant we had to walk and walk. I had never been this long in nature or even imagining the idea of a hike. But we made our way up the winding stairs to the Chimney Rock and at times I didn’t think I would make it. But to my surprise my ankle didn’t give me much problems I just felt so out of shape.

But with stops we eventually made it to the top, kind of like life its hard going up but it’s easier going down because you experience the tough part already. The view was amazing up there!!! After lots of pictures and mingling with the others we went to Pulpit Rock and the grand finale was Hickory Nut Waterfalls. Which was a moderate to strenuous hike and we made it eventually to see the beautiful sight.  I enjoyed the ride to the park and the ride from it, Asheville, North Carolina has some hidden treasures that I recommend everyone to see.

My last night me and my brother just went out for dinner tonight was seafood. Seafood for me mainly because he is allergic to any type of seafood. We just talked and enjoyed each other company which was the best about the trip. My little brother isn’t so little anymore he is a grown man. Where does the time go in life ? Experiencing all that I have here with my brother I feel was good for our relationship and just good for my spirit/soul and I am overjoyed for having the opportunity to be out of my comfort zone .

  Below is some pictures and I will follow up with a youtube vlog with more content from my trip.

Trip to Asheville, North Carolina

[skybournerp]

Congratulations Cait, and welcome to Skybourne University! You’ve been accepted as your desired character Shiloh Wolfe. We think your character will make a great addition to our roleplay. Be sure to set up your main account by our opening date, 5/19, and sent it to us with the ask box open so we can send you a link to the OOC blog. Also be sure to do everything on the new member checklist.

OOC INFORMATION

nickname: Cait

time zone: EST

age: 25

pronouns: She/Her

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PARA SAMPLE (tw: abuse)

Again.

The voice shook her like an aftershock, sending waves of fear through her body even without her father’s ability, the sensation of which she’d learned to recognize. “Please, I’ve been doing this for days. I need a break, please…” The simple shake of a head shattered any hope she had before the door was once again closed in her face, covering her in a blanket of darkness. She wouldn’t scream, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that she was afraid.

Despite her determination, all self-made promises were dismissed the moment, she felt her father’s ability snaking through the darkness. The fear hit her like a comically-falling anvil, without any of the well-meaning studio laughter. Shiloh began to scream and bang on the door until her voice gave out… In that moment, she ceased to fear the darkness. She felt at one with the tangible lack of light that surrounded her and began to harness the feeling. All at once, she felt everything fall silent even as her power took on a life of its own, destroying the prison disguised as a home in which she’d been held for the entirety of her life.

When she awoke, she was in the middle of the woods. Shiloh heard crickets, and the gentle rustling of the leaves around her. She could remember the time that her father had dropped her in the middle of the woods for hours until she’d found her way back, only to prove that she could survive even if only by the light of the moon. No longer did she feel alone in the dark, no longer did it feel like it was smothering her. Instead, she felt more at home than she’d ever felt in the concrete walls of the prison in which she was raised. There amidst the trees, she could do nothing but laugh. She was finally free.

ORIGINAL CHARACTER APPLICATION

“ The eye is always caught by light, but shadows have more to say. ”

A B O U T

Name: Shiloh Wolfe Nickname: Shy Hero Name: N/A Age: nineteen Date & Place of Birth: February 19th, 1998 & Asheville, NC Sexuality: Undecided Pronouns: She/Her Faceclaim: Hailee Steinfeld

M O R E

Major & Minor: Studio Art, Criminal Justice Minor Classes Taught: N/A Previous Degrees: N/A Classification: Freshman Occupation: Student ; Apprentice @ Inkredible Tattoos Rank: Hero Power: Umbrakinesis and Shadow Physiology Limitations: When under stress, the area around her may darken unintentionally and too much or certain types of light can have the effect of physical force on her shadows or on her while she is using shadow physiology. She also currently has poor control over her ability and sometimes, dissociates when using her physiology with no recollection of her actions when she comes to. Status: TAKEN

P E R S O N A L I T Y

+ Resilient, Driven, Self-sufficient - Isolative, Guarded, Uncouth

B I O G R A P H Y (TW: abuse)

Draven Wolfe, dubbed The Nightmare by local news and late night talk shows alike had never been “normal”. In fact, he’d been labeled misanthropic, sadistic, and even a monster. By any who had had the unfortunate displeasure of bearing witness to his many misdeeds. He prided himself in his ability to bring the city to its collective knees. He was larger than life until the day that he fell in love with a hostage. She was fearless. Despite his ability to induce and weaponize fear as a physical force, she was unphased, later revealing her power of a psychic shield. Draven was not accustomed to feeling anything for anyone other than himself, but the woman did not shiver at the site of him. She did not look at him like the monster that the society around him had encouraged and created.

A year passed and Draven was standing in the labor room of a private hospital, one of the only hospitals that would welcome the birth of “The Nightmare’s Child”. Only two hours after contractions started, things began to go south fast. The medical staff tried to force Draven out of the delivery room to no avail. They were able to save the child, but not the mother. In a burst of anger, Draven destroyed the entirety of the hospital before taking his daughter and disappearing again from mainstream society. He raised his daughter in isolation. He’d disappeared from the news and dedicated every moment of his time to raising his daughter. She had to be smarter, better, and more powerful than her mother. All of Draven’s focus was on shaping her rather than nurturing her.

As the only known offspring of an infamous villain, Shiloh’s expectations from society were unfortunate while her expectations of her father were infinite. As she got older and more independent at the age of 10, Draven began to venture back out into his work. The world cowered at the return of The Nighmare, but Shiloh only saw him as her father despite the fact that the man on the news every other night in the midst of another distasteful conquest could barely be called a father at all. However, due to her isolation, lack of peers, and lack of any other family, her situation seemed entirely normal to her for it was the only reality she’d ever known.

Finally reaching adolescence, Draven knew it was time to work on Shiloh’s powers. With the knowledge that high levels of stress could induce power manifestations, Draven began to use every trick in the book to trigger her powers.  Draven, frustrated with the wait, put Shiloh through a variety of sessions to break her, but she was sturdy and stubborn. Finally, Daven discovered her fear of the dark. It was so simple that Draven beat himself up for not seeing it sooner. With this new knowledge, he began to send her into the basement on a regular basis. She would cry, but he would only point back down the stairs and repeat again. Finally, giving up on letting the darkness alone pull the powers from her, he amplified the fear it caused using his own abilities.

Outside of the basement he could hear screaming until it finally stopped and darkness itself plummeted through the door, filling the house like dark ink. When the darkness cleaned, Shiloh was no where to be found. She had finally escaped him. She laid low for quite a while, but realized quickly that her powers were far from under control. Despite all that her father had put her through, she knew well that he was the only one who could truly help her learn how to control them. When she finally returned to her home, her father had been locked up in a maximum security prison for super villains.

With no place else to go Shiloh did what she could to get by on her own which increasingly began to include the use of her powers to obtain food or money in order to get by. This worked well for her until the day she was caught and offered  a second chance at Skybourne University where she hoped to learn control of her powers in an environment that was more stable and safe than anything she’d known before. Shiloh continues to struggle with her ability and is often afraid that the use of her powers will cause other’s to see her as they see her father.

F A M I L Y

Unknown (mother - deceased) Draven Wolfe (father - alive) Unknown (half-brother - alive)

C O N N E C T I O N S

Alysha King: Within the super community, there is a strong stigma connected to those students whose parents used their powers for evil rather than for saving kittens and assisting the elderly. Shiloh and Alysha have connected over their similar pasts and love of art.

Kristopher Maier: Kris has always treated Shlioh with kindness and she honestly feels like she can confide in him, though she may not always heed all of his advice.

[garudabluffs]

State Of Jefferson · Dehlia Low

White lines on the interstate at the age of seventeen Under a winter sky the shade of grenadine Well I never would have made it to the California line Without an old freightliner driver and a cigarette that night Maybe living free means that you're just wasting time But you're never too old to get undone My shoes shine on the dusty road to the State of Jefferson Got my granddad's daddy's fiddle in the backseat with my bags They say he quit the church to play them devil's rags But he died of influenza back in 1921 And those old Dakota Indians took his sugar beets and run Maybe living free means that you're just wasting time image: http://static.urx.io/units/web/urx-unit-loader.gif But you're never too old to get undone I'm getting high on the dusty road to the State of Jefferson Heading down to meet a man I didn't love, that's true In an old Oaktown apartment with a view Well I never knew his name cause he used a pseudonym And those Bay Bridge lights just kept me up wonderin' where the cars fell Maybe living free means that you're just wasting time But you're never too far from where you're from I'm on fire on the dusty road to the State of Jefferson

Tellico performs "Can't Go Home Again" live in Studio B Recorded June 4th, 2015  both bands/songs GREATLY!

Tellico - "Can't Go Home Again" Live at Feast to the Beat in Asheville, NC 2016 with Jam in the Van.

Can't Go Home Again by Anya Hinkle Boys there’s nothing as exciting as the whistle of a train Tellin of all the places it knows but you’ve never seen But back then all you needed was a tank of gasoline Your dreams were as wide as a Ford and as fine as a Fairlane But you can’t go home again I don’t want to believe but I believe I’ll know it It’s dark ‘cept the streetlights shining ‘fore the roosters crowin’ No you can’t go home again You’re better off thinkin’ of home when you’re goin’ ‘Cause when you get there, that old lonesome wind starts blowin’ Well just like my momma I just wanted to dream But now its just like daddy always said it would be That it’s too late to put the bees back in the hive and the baby back to sleep You’ve come and gone again, you’ve come too far to go back now you see No you can’t go home again I don't want to believe but I believe i’m learnin’ It’s cold outside think I’ll just lay here and keep dreamin’ No you can’t go home again You’re better off thinkin’ of home when you’re goin’ ‘Cause when you get there, that old lonesome wind starts blowin’

All them places you seen are now just pictures in the stair Their colors fading like a flame running out of air   But you can’t go home again I don't  want to believe but I believe I know it I’m movin’ on but it’s on ahead I’m goin’ No you can’t go home again You’re better off thinkin’ of home when you’re goin’ ‘Cause when you get there, that old lonesome wind starts blowin’