Birth Name: Kelsey Sophie Markowitz Name meaning:First write the meaning of your first name. Middle write the meaning of your middle name. Last write the meaning of your last name.
Legal Name:Kelsey Sophie Markowitz Nickname: Cuddlebug, Princess (by Stuart), Bee/Bumblebee, Sweet Pea (by Ann) Age: Three Birthplace: Los Angeles, California Birthday: 10/31/1989 Languages Known: English Gender: Female Current Location: Varies
physical
Eye color: Brown Hair color: Blonde Skin color: White Diet: Due to Kelsey's severe allergies to all seafood, all tree nuts, and peanuts, Ann and Stuart keep her on an incredibly monitored and strict diet that avoids anything containing these three categories of food/ingredients. Ann is so meticulous that food logs are constantly kept on what she eats throughout the day which include a list of every possible ingredient in everything she eats or drinks so that they can be given to doctors or hospital staff at any time. This includes when they go out to eat as well. Loyalty: Kelsey is incredibly loyal to her parents. Scars: Due to Kelsey's kidnapping at the hands of her new nanny and the abuse she suffered from the nanny, Kelsey has a variety of small scars on her body from various cuts and beatings. The most notable being when her kidnapper took a knife to her forehead to carve a lightning bolt into it so as to not only disfigure the girl, but to also throw the police off of her trail as the missing person's poster did not mention any scars. Birthmarks: Kelsey was born with a crescent moon shaped birthmark on her left wrist which made her easily identifiable to not only her parents, but also to police. Previous Injuries While in her former nanny's captivity, Kelsey had suffered horrific abuse by her hand, causing the young girl several broken bones, including a broken left arm, several broken ribs, a broken nose and a skull fracture that led to brain damage that caused Kelsey amnesia. Kelsey was unable to remember her parents, but even though her nanny claimed to be her mother, she knew that she wasn't. She also had a busted lip, two black eyes, as well as various cuts and bruises all over her body.
special
Species: Human Abilities:
Photographic/Eidetic Memory - Kelsey was born with an eidetic memory that allows her to memorize information at a glance.
Hyper-Observant - Kelsey's abuse and brain damage managed to help her develop certain abilities, one of which was being hyper-observant, making her able to notice things easily as if they were highlighted out for her.
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love life
Status: Single. Soulmate:NAME HERE. Met: 00/00/0000 Dating: 00/00/0000 Engaged: 00/00/0000 Married: 00/00/0000 Our Song:Do you have a song you'd like to dedicate to that someone special? Lyrics:
"Will you take a moment?
Promise me this
That you'll stand by me forever
But if, God forbid, fate should step in
And force us into a goodbye
If you have children someday
When they point to the pictures
Please tell them my name
Tell them how the crowds went wild
Tell them how I hope they shine" Comments: Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar.
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar.
The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy.
The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word "and" and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country. But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects again and again. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her.
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline
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Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar.
The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy.
The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word "and" and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country. But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects again and again. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her.
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline
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Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar.
The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy.
The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word "and" and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country. But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects again and again. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her.
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline
Lilly couldn’t even imagine what the young child had been going through, She herself had been dealing things from her parents perspective, losing a child only to find her once again, She was certain they would be elated , perhaps to the point of smothering the poor child with their love, but She had also known they needed to be patient and gentle with her, the poor young girl had indeed been through a great deal, for such a long time.
As Lilly continued to think about the young girls parents, She herself had been once again taking back to her own children, What would she do if someone she trusted, someone she had deemed “safe” took her children, Hell she was sure she wouldn’t handle it well, maybe even hurt the kidnapper, but she also knew she would never stop looking for them, even if the odds would be stacked against her, that was why she knew that finding Sophie’s parents would be quite easy, or so she had hoped.
Lilly hated watching Sophie being handled in the manner she had been, She knew and understood why the doctors were doing what they had been doing, but she also understood why the child was so frightened, She wished she could tell them to stop, but she knew her job was essentially over, that was unless the Margot woman got out and abducted Sophie once again.
She wished she could put her foot down, say “no” that she wanted to stay with her to ensure her safety, but she also knew that she had her own family to take care of, so instead she simply nodded her head and said “I understand, you will call me if anything changes?” She said handing the doctor her card.
At that she she grabbed her belongings and headed for the door, She wished she could be with her, Hell perhaps a few years prior before she married Scotty and they had a family together, back when she herself had been all alone, perhaps then she would have, but now was not that day, her one true hope was that Sophie remained safe in that hospital
Lilly looked at her, As a mother she knew there had to be somewhere out there looking for her, missing her, perhaps assuming she had been killed, Hell maybe even being told she was dead by now, They would be glad to know their daughter was alive, maybe confused and a little afraid but she is alive and Lilly could not wait to bring her home to her parents, who ever they had been.
She smiled as she patted the child’s knee “That’s good!! I’m sure we can locate your Mommy and daddy by that information alone” she offered, of course she knew they needed more, but she also knew that the worse kidnappings were found by chance” She beamed a bit more “Disneyland helps, I’m sure there is someone who remembers you from one of those trips” she said simply.
She turned to the other officer who had been helping her and nodded “we will probably call a bus to take her to the hospital, I can locate a great deal of injuries on her, and lord knows what else is going on , due to whatever her kidnapper did to her” she said shrugging a bit, she didn’t want to push the small child but she also wanted to keep her safe from further harm.
Lilly turned to the other officer who had spoken to her and nodded “Thanks!!” She said pleased, she turned to the little girl and spoke “Don’t worry honey, Margot can no longer hurt you” she said, she then added “we located your parents, we will need to contact them first, would you like to stay with me in the mean time?” She asked the very scared little girl.
Lilly had heard a great deal about this case, She knew who the girl was, who her kidnapper had been, and yes ordinarily she was a homicide detective who specialised in Cold Cases but when this particular case had hit her desk, she knew she had to have it. She saw the fear in the little girls eyes, she knew she wasn’t afraid of her, rather she had been afraid of her abductor, though she probably had been quite confused as well, Due to this Lil had to tread extremely carefully.
She had felt her heart rush a bit when the little girl confirmed what she had already known, the thing now however was how to rescue her, She knew many others had tried and failed before her, but perhaps this moment was fate, maybe it was she who needed to save her. She looked over at the woman at the counter and then spoke on her phone “Hey, this is Detective Rush, I’m at Bentley’s Burgers at 15th and Lex, I’m going to need back up” she said softly.
Thankfully a few moments prior to seeing the little girl , she had spoken to citizen’s for help, This had been why the woman at the counter had detained Margot, making up some bogus excuse about her card and how she would need to wait, She would slow her down while the other officers entered the building.
She watched as her colleagues had arrested Margot, keeping herself in front of Sophie so that Margot couldn’t reach for her, She touched the child’s nose lightly as she said “Don’t worry peanut, you’re safe now, Now I know this is hard , you’ve been with that woman for a very long time, but is there anything you might remember about your real family?” She asked her.
She had no idea how things would turn out, that the child was having memories of Disneyland, or any of that sort of thing, but she did know it was truly up to her to bring her home to her real parents.
Lilly Valens nee Rush Did not remember much about her child hood, She had of course knew some of it, The bad stuff, Her parents separating, her Mom becoming an alcoholic and generally not being there for herself or her little sister Christina and of course her assault , But the good stuff, She couldn’t remember any of it, she had assumed there was a reason for that, perhaps the whole bad outweighing the good was a true adage.
She also knew how messed up the life had made her sister become, she was a drug addict, she had a child with a very abusive man, This very man would murder her and now Lilly was her nieces Legal Guardian, She wanted to give her a much better life then she and her sister had. She hoped that No child had to deal with the life style she had as a child.
Lilly did her best to not let her Job get to her, to bring it home, She was a Homicide Detective focusing on Cold Cases along side her Husband Scotty, Most of the time she let things go the moment she went home, the last one however.. it bothered her.. It reminded her of her child hood and that had filled her with sadness
At this moment in time She had been in a diner trying to read a book to take her mind off things, She took a sip of her coffee, and shook her head and looked as the door opened, She saw a little girl who looked a lot like she had as a child, Scared, alone, hungry. Something inside of her told her to save the girl somehow.
She bit her lip waiting for the woman with her to get up, She herself calling her husband and their team for some sort of Back up, She normally didn’t work these kind of cases, but this time she knew she needed to, Once the woman walked up to the counter leaving the girl alone , Lilly walked towards the child and said “Hi sweetie, I’m Detective Rush..” She often used her maiden name at work, “You don’t need to say a word, If you need some sort of help just nod okay” She continued.
