Changing your food's taste with magic makes your diet so much easier. Who knew kale could taste like bacon!
Amber Cross earned a Trophy Rambunctious Reactor Level Three
You thought I was gone
But you shan't be rid of me
Regrouping is key
Amber Cross earned a Medal Local Hero Level One
As was the standard in Amber's life, Lady Luck decided not to show up at her doorstep during that moment either. The already excruciating pain flared up a notch the moment Sibylla tried to help her, which made the young Spencer tense up; in turn, it just made things worse. Amber's face scrunched up as she tried not to give in to the suffering after a wince. Despite her conditioning and abnormal pain tolerance, it was impossible not to show how much that injury was affecting her. Nevertheless, pushing through the pain, she never rejected the help nor stopped walking towards the couch, eventually reaching it and carefully sitting down. She did so as slowly as possible, looking quite pale once settled down. She didn't say a thing as her guardian went on - she was busted. Even if her excuse was partially true, it didn't work and she'd have to elaborate. She let herself be examined in silence, at a loss for words. Once Sibylla temporarily left, she moved herself to lie down on the sofa, on her stomach. She didn't bother kicking her shoes off, and her face rested against a pillow. There wasn't a peep until Sibylla returned, at which point Amber's face was more relaxed from the temporary rest, if remorseful. "...I'm sorry." She muttered, turning her head ever so slightly to be able to face her guardian. Even if she was terrified of being caught, she was not that great a liar; it was sincere. However, she got quite tongue-tied pertaining where to start. It took her several moments before being able to speak again. "...It was my fault, yeah? I wasn't warmed up and somebody asked for help, I went to show 'em how it was done, and... here we are." She could only hope her injury wouldn't put her out of commission for too long.
Amber sighed out momentarily, but stopped herself the moment she realized breathing in deeply was more trouble for her pain threshold than it was worth. Opening her eyes again, she glanced at the fellow Spencer. She did make a lot of sense, but Amber couldn't shake off the fear that the nurse would tell her guardian about what happened. She didn't even know if the two knew each other, but if they were in the same field, they were aware of each other, right? At least it was the same thing in Amber's field. Almost everyone knew everyone else even if they had never met, in the thousands. "...Thanks. I owe you one." She eventually said. If Max got her close to home, Amber was confident she could pull through. She was known far and wide for her pain tolerance after all. This was just an obstacle in the way of success! Her face contorted slightly as she moved her arm to hold it out for Max to take so she herself could get up and lean on her for balance. Just a little while longer...
Amber rolled her eyes at the tease, though couldn't help but chuckle herself. It was more memorization than anything, and there was definitely a reason why she never bothered signing up for Arithmancy. She let him go on as she retrieved the towel and proceeded to dry off her limbs and torso - at least as much as she could with her dripping hair. Once happy with the outcome, she put on the very same clothes she had come to the creek with, which clung to her skin immediately due to the still present humidity. Shoving the towel into her bag, she swung it up and over her shoulder. "Then lead the way. Can't wait to have to swath through a mob of angry fangirls." Did Travis have fangirls? She had no idea, but it was quite likely given his teasing ways. Or maybe people just thought he was a creep. 'Fifty fifty.' She didn't seem to hear the little curse, merely motioning him to move along.
Amber wanted to shake her head on reflex, but the moment her body attempted to do so, she was reminded of the excruciating injury she was nursing. She grimaced and sighed. "Look, thanks for puttin' me on the bench, but it ain't the shoulder, it's the back." She said it before... Or she thought she said it. Was the agony inducing hallucinations? "If I go to school, I'm not sure if I'll make it back home, ya know?" Slowly and carefully, she leaned said injured body part against the back of the chair for support. "I live just over there in Astley Walk, so it's probably easier for me to sneak in and pass out and hope for the best." Sibylla wouldn't notice, right? She was probably occupied with dinner at that point-- "Oh fuck, I skipped dinner." Her eyes closed as if that realization put the back pain to shame. She was so, so dead.
The singlets had been the worst part of amateur wrestling to Amber, truth be told. It felt like you were wearing an early 1900's bathing suit permeated with your sweat from the inside at all times, and it was just gross. Not to mention it was way too tight at times and it felt like her chest was being squished. Good riddance. She'd never wear one again for as long as she lived, although she did keep her old singlets; not that she'd let Travis see. In fact, she wouldn't be caught dead with them out again. She just rolled her eyes at the statement and brushed it off. "Not gonna say no to that, but I watch my intake, y'know. I'll have to do some math." Seeing that her hair was sufficiently dried (or not at all), the Spencer nimbly moved around Travis and towards her own backpack, squatting so to retrieve a towel to dry herself. "And I just jumped offa there, you saw it happen." She pointed to the branch above her as she retrieved said cloth. "Though, don't you need to go dry off before hitting the town? Unless that's your new tactic to lure in new victims or something."
Great. Nobody was going to help her in any way. Amber was on her own - she couldn't even get someone to drag her to the bench. It got under her skin a little. Everyone else's arms were way more useful than her own at that moment and nobody could just hoist her up long enough for her to land her ass on the bench? Did everyone turn into a twig? "I'm not goin' back to school." Amber said as she geared herself for the herculean effort she'd have to put in on her own. Just a little further, right? She handled the intense training session. Surely she could handle this! "I'm going home." Amber forwent introducing herself completely. Taking a deep breath, she finally applied pressure with the palm of her hand to lift herself up. "Motherfucker!" She gritted through her teeth. The fact her body was no longer warm from exercise anymore made her muscles scream in agony as she tried to lift herself off the floor solo - but being the tough cookie that she was, she didn't let herself fall. She kept going until she could probably sit down, a bead of sweat rolling down her face from the struggle. "...She might not kill me if I just die here first..." She muttered, lightheaded and pale.
"Huh?" That was a tease Amber visibly couldn't comprehend. Why would it bother to have him do that? She didn't have much of a personal space, and groping was something she was far too accustomed to (or so Samantha would argue, if she knew). For that matter, had he felt her abs back there at all? She didn't even notice. Had her stomach growled that loudly? Now that made her face quite red, although for once she was compliant. "Fine..." She sighed in defeat and swam to shore. Maybe she could go to Mrs. Kempsey's Corner Store on the way home - they did have a selection of healthy snacks. Her diet was something she'd never, ever cheat on. "And, no. No need to come watch me, since I don't do it anymore." Nor did she miss it much, to be frank. It certainly gave her the tools to excel at her art, but it was otherwise mostly boring for her. As she got out of the creek, she proceeded to grab her hair with her fists and twist it so the excess water would drip down to the ground. "Quidditch is my game now. And jumping off of high places, I guess." And being hunted down by Travis' and Evelyn's quips for sport.
"At war?" Amber parroted, taken aback, eyes widening slightly. What was Lauren talking about? Had the life in the fallout shelter been so immersive she was convinced there was some sort of catastrophic conflict going on outside? 'This girl's out there, that's for sure...' Though she could see how having no outlet to have fun with could fry people's brains. Amber herself was the type to get bored exceedingly quickly. She wouldn't have survived that sort of situation, not by a long shot. "I... Think it is? I'unno. I don't spend a lot of time in libraries. But if it's in most libraries, it should be in this one." She was pretty convinced that's where Meadow got all her random knowledge of pop culture from. That girl played innocent, but Amber had caught on to the occasional reference. "I can take you there I guess, yeah. Just give it a shot, not like it'll kill ya." Perfectly unaware of the girl's evil intentions, Amber took the Astronomy book from her lap and put it inside the patch-riddled bag, closing it and swinging it over her shoulder. "Not like I'm getting any studying done at this point anyway. Where is everyone...?" She got up from her seat, idly glancing over at the entryway to the room that was mostly deserted while waiting for the Sturt to follow. Had something happened outside that she missed? 'Bummer.'
Bit by bit, Amber moved closer to the stairs. It felt like a never ending path from how small her steps were; almost as if she was fully convinced she'd die from old age before even reaching the base of the stairs. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she took yet another step towards her destination. When she opened them again, she was greeted by the sight of her guardian. "Damn it." She muttered under her breath, visibly defeated. She was finally going to get chewed out, wasn't she? After going through so much to keep her activities a secret, would really a dumb mistake like the one she did be the thing that did her in? A shiver of fear ran through down her damaged back at the thought of getting into an argument with a Veela. She really didn't want to get into an argument with a Veela. "Sofa... Right..." She didn't look forward to making her way to the living room instead, having made so much progress already when it came to reaching her own bedroom. Not like she had a choice, though. She hoped to all that was holy that Sibylla wouldn't try to help her out though, lest the Spencer scream out in pain. Nevertheless, her body turned awkwardly in the direction of the room. "It's just training..." She decided to offer as means of defending herself, which was technically true as far as that specific injury was concerned.
The joke went right over Amber's head. An odd thing, for certain, given how prone to clowning around the Spencer was in essence; but the pain was so agonizing she couldn't make heads from tails pertaining any sort of humor at that moment. With her face scrunched up in pain and a hand's palm splayed against her lower back, she attempted to take support on the bench directly behind her. As she moved her shoulder to apply pressure on the wood, there was a jolt of pain so strong her eyes rolled to the back of her head. This was going to be horrible. "Shit." The girl was under seventeen. Just her luck. Not like they could go around screaming for help either when the vast majority of people in the vicinity were Muggles. "Just... Help me onto the bench here? I think that'd help..." She had made it that far by her own two feet. Surely she could make the rest of the way if she rested just a tiny little bit.
Amber was on a streak! Several early morning classes in a row without oversleeping or detours (of course, she'd ignore the little issue with Elemental Magic, for it was totally worth it). That day would be no different. There was a little extra spring to her step as she made her way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. The Spencer barged in to the classroom like nobody's business and sat next to her usual spot - directly next to her cousin, Samantha. "Yo, nerds." She greeted Sam and Meadow as her bum crashed down against the wooden bench with seemingly little care for herself or the poor piece of furniture. She stretched out her legs under the table for a moment before noticing the students had some company. "Heya, Harvey. Ya been takin' good care of him, Sammo?" "I'd like to say so." Samantha couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. Said Pygmy Puff had jumped to Meadow's hands at that point. The Flinders put him down on her desk so not to disrupt class too much, and gave it light pets with her fingertip. "Mm. Cool." She looked at the board to see it was a Patronus Charm class. Now that was a toughie. But now that she thought about it, that calligraphy was very familiar-- 'Oh no.' The Spencer blanched, not even noticing a sudden pressure on her arm. That was Evelyn's handwriting. And that was Evelyn. And she really, really, really didn't want to deal with that woman right now, or ever for that matter! The moment she jolted up from her seat to just walk out of class, however, her arm was yanked back down and she crashed into her seat a second time. It was then that she noticed Samantha had gripped the limb quite hard, as if having predicted what her reaction would be. "Aw c'mon--" The words died in her throat as she spotted Samantha glaring at her. Veelas were terrifying. She wasn't sure if she was more afraid of Evelyn's teases or Samantha's wrath...
That had been quite humiliating, hadn't it? It would be just one of the million things she would have to pretend never happened. That was a very common occurrence in her life, wasn't it? The Spencer was fairly sure she was cursed. She even needed Travis to help stabilize herself after literally forgetting how to swim for a few seconds! Pathetic. Maybe she needed a therapist appointment, as there were most definitely a few screws loose upstairs. "It rustles my jimmies when people can't tell the two things apart." Not why she panicked, exactly, but true nonetheless - a convenient excuse, if anything. Still, that didn't bother her half as much as people deciding to remind her that pro wrestling was fake - didn't they know the meaning of scripted? A wrestler slapping another was most definitely something agreed to beforehand, but they were still getting slapped invariably. A triangle choke, for example, was dangerous! "My variety is, like, those people with the colorful headgear, and singlets and such. Fighting mostly on the mat. Y'know? There's no ropes or anything." She didn't want to admit it, but the slowly vanishing panic was being replaced by hunger induced by the immediate mental strain the situation had caused. She really could use a sandwich; however, she was determined not to say anything about. Her stomach didn't really want to take after its owner nevertheless, and growled loudly despite being underwater.
1st Year - Current: Tallygarunga, Spencer House
- Respectable inheritance from her parents, which she unfortunately uses to feed her geek habits and sports endeavors rather than save up for later;
- Trained in a Pro Wrestling academy in Melbourne for two years. Now graduated, she trains there once to twice a week. Having turned 15 she's now eligible to paid work in the industry, and so she's starting to look into the Melbourne indie circuit while trying to decide what her gimmick is, as well as figuring out a more permanent design to her gear;
- Her indie name is Dana Stark, she's mostly into intergender wrestling and she's figured out her finisher: a Shooting Star Press from the top rope. She'd say she's a hybrid between a high-flyer and a technical wrestler, given her background;
- Somewhat scared of being perceived as still just a child given her interests and goals in life, and wants to be treated as an adult that's conscious of their own decisions;
- Really wants to get some sort of tattoo somewhere;
- Sort of embarrassed at never dating/being minimally intimate with anyone in her short life, thinking it contributes to the childlike aura, and occasionally lies about it;
- Visits her parents' graves every so often so to inform them of how her life is going;
- Gets embarrassed over more mature humor and conversation topics. She usually tries not to let it show and tries to go along with it, talking a big game;
- Does not want to go to college;
- Terrified of bugs, spiders, snakes, and similar beings;
- Guardian family is of Veela descent;
- Highly resistant to Veela charm due to living with a full Veela + a half Veela. It took a little bit, but she got a hang of it. However, the extended exposure to the charm, she has a relative ease telling who's a Veela and who's not. She's also absolutely terrified of each and every single one of them, even if she has no reason not to, and is quick to obey them if they minimally glare at her/scold her.
- Very proud of her parents and vocally follows in their footsteps regarding their pro-halfbreed rights activism;
- Obsessed over all sorts of pop culture. If you name it, she's gone through it twice. She gets way too invested into these and can talk about it for hours on end;
- Huge fan of pro wrestling, and half her shirts reflect this one way or another;
- Good at impersonations, telling jokes and general storytelling, with a flair for the dramatic when doing so;
- Agile House Quidditch Team Seeker;
- Just quit amateur wrestling, seemingly focusing a bit more on Quidditch and routinely working out instead;
- Better than average at casting, worse than average at everything else;
- Disappears for a substantial amount of time one to three times a week with no justification;
- While it's known that she can play the guitar and sing, she's never done so in public;
- Thinks people need to lighten up and live a little;
- Surprisingly refuses to cheat on her diet;
- Occasionally forgetful;
- She came out via adding a bi pride bracelet to the collection hanging from her arms;
- Occasionally pranks people for a laugh (or outright scares them), though the closer you are to her, the more likely you end up being the target (her favorite trick being sneaking up from behind, grabbing someone's sides suddenly, shaking them roughly and screaming out);
- Doesn't seem to put a whole lot of stock into her own well being, often doing stupid and potentially dangerous things for fun;
- Sometimes greets people via jumping on them out of nowhere;
- Hates formalities as a whole - whether they be behavioral or manner of dressing. She also dislikes things perceived as girly such as the color pink and dresses
- Too imaginative for her own good and spaces out on occasion;
- Really likes taking silly face pictures and uploading them to QuillBook, by herself or with others;
- Severe allergy to bee stings and carries an EpiPen on her at all times;
- Boggart: asian giant hornet.
With Amber, it's almost as if there's rarely anything wrong in the world. She's a very carefree and cheerful girl whom always tries to make the best out of a given situation, refusing to stay down. She seeks to help others adopt the same mindset and it bothers her somewhat when people laze or are otherwise not all that enthusiastic about something she perceives they should be.
She adapts very easily to new situations and is very quick on her feet about them - in fact, she quite enjoys stepping outside of her comfort zone, not being afraid of one or two scratches she might withstand along the way. It makes her feel alive, and she wants to experience all that life has to offer. Unfortunately, that brand of recklessness gives her some naivete when dealing with new people and she winds up trusting them far too easily.
She inherited the caring and nurturing nature of her parents, caring for those around her almost as if they were above herself in the importance spectrum (her social circle, in her point of view, currently extends to the entirety of the school - if she doesn't know you yet, oh boy, she will, just give it a couple seconds). Even if she isn't able to do much of anything, she still tries to help in her own 'Amber way'. This mostly involves just cheering the person up so they can face their issues head on.
While she isn't much of a thinker she makes up for it in spades with intuition and instinct. Her mouth speaks faster than her brain cares to process most of the time, although this occasionally leads to misunderstandings whenever her humor rears its head and veers off into the Sarcasm & Wit Highway, considering she assumes things a bit too much. It doesn't help that she talks back on reflex whenever she perceives hostility.
Her carefree and chilled out nature shouldn't be mistaken for a lack of determination - she fights hard for what she wants, unafraid of putting in the required legwork. It shouldn't be mistaken for complacency either, as she speaks her mind whenever she sees fit and can get quite loud and passionate about what she believes in. She wears her heart on her sleeve and she'll fight anyone for it to the grave.
When she's actually wronged on a personal level, she's not too quick on forgiving regardless of how serious the situation is - on occasion she may even exact her revenge. She does prefer to just make friends with everyone but there's most definitely a dark side to her, and she can hold a grudge. That said, she's somewhat efficient at separating that from normal rivalries.
Amber has a flexible and lean build, being very athletic, and stands at 163 cm. She is very energetic and is rarely spotted sitting still. She has long, straight brown hair parted on the right that's messy all too often or tied up in a ponytail, and it's complimented by a set of sparkling blue eyes. A wide, carefree smile splattered on her face is a common sight.
She hates formal wear, dresses, skirts and anything more 'fashionable', usually taking on the more casual approach instead - broadly, her garments of choice are jeans, sneakers, pop culture T-shirts and tank tops, hoodies, jean jackets, and flannel buttoned shirts are an absolute staple. She usually wears her backpack over one shoulder only and keeps forgetting to just buy a messenger bag instead. She has no preference in coloring past detesting pink/purple, although she tolerates it when it comes to her bracelets.
She has a bit of a thing for accessories: her head is always sporting either a baseball cap or a beanie depending on the season, she likes tying up an unbuttoned shirt or a hoodie jacket around her waist, and she has various bracelets lining her arms, none of great value - monetarily, that is, as they once belonged to their mother and she wouldn't part with them for anything. Necklaces aren't an odd sight either. She's also known for sticking patches onto her backpack and jean jackets.
Little Amber was born to Fisher and Elisa Cross, a fairly well off couple whom used their wealth as platform to fight for what they believed in. The fairly well known and solid couple was expected to give a happy life to Amber and all the children to come, and surely they gave it their best.
They soon noticed that their daughter was born with a proverbial rocket up her ass so they enrolled her in gymnastics, in which she proved to be competent. Her parents seemed to keep their work and activist lives separate from their home lives so Amber never had any idea of what was going on out there - all she had to do was go to elementary school, go to gymnastics class, play her guitar and devour the various fantasy books her school library had available.
That happiness was not meant to last. Late into her childhood, both Fisher and Elisa perished in a lynching. They were caught in the middle of an angry mob trying to hurt the halfbreed people they were trying to protect and couldn't get out safely. While it affected her greatly, she managed to make her grief slowly morph into an intense pride over the two and is presently inspired by them and hopes to make them proud.
She was then taken under the wing of Sibylla Townsend as she had known her parents before they passed. Having to move, she dropped gymnastics and instead favored the nearby amateur freestyle wrestling lessons offered, winding up competing in the 48-53 kg division, although not very seriously.
Soon after she enrolled in Tallygarunga. She was a bit of a late bloomer in terms of magic sprouting up as a child, but it did show itself before she enrolled. She fit right in with the crowd and seemed excited to take on this newly discovered talent. As the years progressed, while she excelled in execution, she consistently lagged behind in theory, reminiscent of her elementary school career.
Just as she had started, she was contacted by a friend of her parents, whom had heard she had picked up amateur wrestling. To thank them for their service he offered free training at his professional wrestling academy. Being a huge fan of the art, Amber took the opportunity and has been Apparated on the regular to the place ever since.
Now she struggles with playing Quidditch at a high level, trying to keep her alter ego mostly hidden, and keeping up with school. Can she keep going a thousand miles per hour or will she crash and burn?