xxx𝓟𝒆𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂xxx xxxxx⇾Sʜʏ It takes a lot to get Ophelia to open up. She frequently hides instead of joining conversations, or makes herself quiet during them. She’s wary of people and it shows in her interactions.
xxxxx⇾Cᴀᴜᴛɪᴏᴜs Ophelia is often nervous in her approach to new situations. It is difficult to convince her to join activities, especially when others are nearby. It can take a lot to help her overcome her worries.
xxxxx⇾Kɪɴᴅ Despite her worries, Ophelia has a really caring heart. She is nice to everyone and does what she can to help people. Usually her help is secret, but impactful, even if in small ways.
xxxxx⇾Sᴋɪᴛᴛɪsʜ Even if Ophelia joins in with others for activities or conversation, it’s really easy to scare her off. Suddenly being pushed into the spotlight will always send her running. She tends to panic in such situations, and it’s easy to overwhelm her.
xxxxx⇾Cᴜʀɪᴏᴜs Ophelia loves to learn, and she often takes time to do so. She tries to learn in a hands-on way, where she can (safely) explore her surroundings. She finds enjoyment in discovering things that can help her learn more about the world around her.
xxxxx⇾Eᴍᴘᴀᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ Ophelia is very quickly swayed to emotion. She feels every emotion very deeply, and she often feels the weight of other people’s emotions as well. It can be hard for her to stay calm in situations of emotional overload.
xxx𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾Puzzles & Tactile Games xxxxx⇾Cats xxxxx⇾Chocolate milk xxxxx⇾Books xxxxx⇾Musicals
xxx𝒟𝒾𝓈𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾Busy environments xxxxx⇾Angry emotions xxxxx⇾Being the center of attention xxxxx⇾Hot tea xxxxx⇾Scary movies
xxx𝐻𝑜𝒷𝒷𝒾𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾Puzzles xxxxx⇾Singing (but only quietly and alone) xxxxx⇾Reading, even the big books!
xxx𝒟𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾To find a nice family xxxxx⇾To read the extra big books someday
xxx𝐹𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾Public speaking xxxxx⇾Never finding a family
xxxℬ𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂xxx
xxx𝒞𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒽𝑜𝑜𝒹xxx Ophelia was born to her mother, Celia, who was still fairly young. According to Celia, she was too young to waste her life on a child. She frequently left Ophelia alone so she could go out with friends or hang out at local bars. It didn’t take long for Ophelia to feel the disconnect that came from having to try and handle herself. She frequently got yelled at for making any sort of noise, especially when she would cry out in need. It often meant Ophelia had to be hungry until her mum remembered to feed her.
As soon as she was old enough, Ophelia was constantly left at daycare, usually picked up late or forgotten altogether. That caused the daycare to reach out for help. When they interrogated Celia, she admitted she didn’t know what to do with a baby, then said she didn’t want to continue raising Ophelia. It was later that day that Ophelia’s belongings were packed up, then she was brought to Wool’s Orphanage. She spent the first several days waiting patiently for her mum to come pick her up, but eventually, the little girl realized she wasn’t just getting picked up late this time. Now she waits for someone else to show her any modicum of love.
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