Name: Abigail Aplin
Aproximate Age: 13
Race: Velkan (Fire)
Apperance: the crybaby
Bio: The Alpin family hid deep in the Coastal Ranges, vary aware of the constant threat from humans. They bore no ill will towards as the war, in their eyes, was just. With twin girls into the mix, the young family stayed vigilant. Everything they did was off the grid. No cellphone, no television, no electronics period. The girls were homeschooled by their mother and helped the chores, while their father hunted for food every other day. It was a quaint little house, surrounded by acres of lush forests. And they flourished. The animals were their friends, the trees were their beds, the streams crisscrossed not too far away were their playground. That was life until they came. It was an accident. The fire was put out after the owl hooted, but that night, her father had passed out after coming home with an elk. It was supposed to be for a big feast, he had said for their dedication in controlling their powers. As the fire burned throughout the starry night, waves of smoke billowed from their makeshift chimney. A sure sign of life on the mountains, a beacon for trouble to come.  The next morning, the twins were roughly woken up, told to grab their packs, and to run. The birds weren't chirping, the animals were silent, a tell tale sign that a predator was on the move. Without a chance to say goodbye, the family ran in the eerie silence of the forest, careful to not make extra noises. It was frightening to be suddenly yanked away from their comforts of home, and into the unknown she had never faced.  With a considerable amount of distance put between them and their old home, the family rested in an old unused bear den for the night, yet the sounds of nature never returned. 

It was only a couple Hunters that their father went down fighting against, that he would catch up when he was done. He never did. Couple days later, their mother had done the same to give them extra time to flee. And flee they did. With only the packs and the clothes on their back, the twins stuck close to one another as much as possible. That was two years ago. Now constantly on the move, they only trust each other. Having been taught how to live off the land, they had done well enough to keep each other alive. 
Extra: Each have a small hunting knife, and in their packs are flint, and smoked strips of meat.


Name: Ellie Alpin
Aproximate Age: 13
Race: Velkan (Lightning)
Apperance: Confused?
Bio: Although the younger (by one hour), Ellie had stepped up as the more mature of the two, being realistic in their decisions. It wasn't very long ago that her wings had started growing, and Abi's was too. It was supposed to be a celebration, to celebrate them coming of age, but it never happened. They tried, in the hush midnight hours, with a small fire being their only source of light, the twins learned how to control their wings. It was a normal sight to see their parents doing the same, and it looked easy to them. Move a muscle and the wins will be folded up, they say. As if. Now crossing into Washington, the two stayed within the safe confines of the forest...until there were none. The forest had gave way to paved roads, cars honking to one another, and people, normal humans walking about. It was an absolute wonder to marvel at the technological advances that many take for granted nowadays. They knew better, despite their curiosity. The bright lights, the continuous everyday strange sounds, only meant danger, and even more so to orphaned young children with wings. 
Extra: Ellie thinks Abi cries over everything, while the latter thinks the former is too serious.