*sighs and looks over the papers* All right, first things first, what's your real name? First and last.:

*sits very still with her white gloved hands folded on top of a polished, black violin case on her lap* *doesn’t particularly care for talking about herself in general, but knows that this, at least, is necessary* *shifts her eyes to look at the floor* *is unable to make direct eye-contact no matter how necessary this sort of interview may be* *speaks softly, with a musical sort of voice and a faint British accent* Cynthia Bennett.

Anthony calls me Cyn. I don’t know where that came from to be honest with you, but I prefer the name Morning. *calmly smiles as she often does when thinking of her father* My father called me his Morning Sunshine, *pauses for a brief moment* when he was alive. He said it was because I was silent and sweet like the morning mist. The nickname was eventually shortened to Morning, when I came here, but Molly Ann seems to think that Sunshine is my last name for some reason.

Well, I’m eighteen years old. *winces just slightly, but not so much that it’s noticeable* My birthday is the first of May. *doesn’t care for thinking of her birthday so much as her mother died on May 2nd just a few years later* *never really felt it was worth celebrating*

*shrugs a little, not knowing what to say about herself, and not wanting to say much in the first place* Well, I've always been told not to talk about my looks, but, let's see, *pauses briefly, still thinking this concept over* I'm too skinny for one thing. My nurse told me that over and over, even Molly Ann and Logan say I need fattening up. *is annoyed greatly by this* Otherwise I have light brown hair and blue eyes. There's nothing really special to mention. *is about average height with brown hair that is worn in braided pigtails at the sides of her face, non-the-less smaller strands fall into her face* * has big baby blue eyes that cause people to sometimes mistake her for an age much younger than her own* *her face is very girly with long lashes and rosy cheeks, that blush really hard when embarrassed* *actually has the look about her of a fifteen year old instead of one who is nearing nineteen*

*drops her right shoulder in a sort of shrug* *still isn’t so sure about this “talking about herself” thing* Well, I'm desperately shy. Let's face it, some rocks communicate more than me. *smiles a little* *is getting just a bit more comfortable* But there are some good things about me. I think I'm loyal. *frowns* I've changed a great deal since I've come to America, but I'm still grievously fragile. I may even be more so, but at least I don’t show it as much outwardly. *is insecure, and paranoid that people don't like her* *tries to keep all the hurt locked up in side her, which hurts her more*

*is glad to be able to talk about others instead of herself now* I have Rachael back home, and Ophelia, who was back home but isn't anymore. *shrugs a little with a smile sort of teasing its way onto her face* Same thing goes for Anthony, but then he’s more of an overprotective older brother than a friend most of the time. I do have more friends now than I did a few months ago *the smile fully achieves its place* There’s Siren, who has been wonderfully helpful to me and a number of others, including Jump, Tracker, Frog, Lisette…*pauses* There are so many people here who have been wonderful to me and I am very grateful for that.

*sighs a little* *is extraordinarily confused on this matter at the moment* *speaks softly so that her words are said, but not necessarily heard* I don’t really have anyone of that sort right now. *has had a great deal of trouble in matters of romance* *fell for her violin teacher’s son, Logan McPherson, but hasn’t heard from him for months* *is now being pursued by a friend of her family’s, Nathaniel Masterson, but doesn’t return the feelings* *doesn’t feel that his motives are pure in the first place, and is definitely the type to care about such things*

*shakes head slowly* *is basically an orphan at this point* No, it's just me, but to be honest, Anthony and Ophelia are a lot like my older siblings. They’re so overprotective of me. *does have an aunt, uncle and set of cousins living in Queens, but would rather not have much contact with them*

*sighs* *yes, more stuff about herself she’d rather not discuss with anyone* I’m from Essex, which is a province in England. *is from an extremely wealthy family, and is, in fact, a Duchess of the royal blood, but doesn’t like to discuss this matter* I was sent to live with my Aunt Victoria Livingston because my father thought I might mature and become less timid, but things didn’t quite work out in that manner. *in fact it probably had the reverse effect* *her father died in a harbour fire along with her nurse, leaving her alone in Brooklyn* *didn’t want to go to her aunt’s home in the first place, so took up residence at Bay Ridge* *can’t be expected to say much about her past beyond what she has said already* *just won’t*

*opens her violin case and touches the instrument lovingly, almost like mother with a child* I play the violin. For a time it was all that I had in the world. *is getting more used to New York and the personality of the city, but is still having a slight problem adjusting to the different way of life*