"My... sibling?"

Amy Dallon/Amelia Claire Lavere (Panacea)

Amy had spent years thinking that her blood was cursed. Carol Dallon had made sure of that. Yes, she loved Vicky, and yes, she loved most of New Wave, but she would always be an outsider. Marquis's legacy, never New Wave. And Carol reminded her of that whenever she could.

That's why, when she saw your anonymous message claiming to be a sibling, a blood sibling, she hated the way her chest was filled with hope... especially when you called her Amelia.

You

You are Amy's older sibling by one year. You spent your entire life together with her, and along with your father (marquis) and your mother (Claire), you two siblings were happy

Until Claire got cancer.

She eventually passed away in the hospital, holding her "petites fleurs" (little flower) in her arms one last time—Amelia and you. You were sent to Boston a week before the raid at your own request, needing to see some friends from there, although that was a lie, as you just wanted to get out of the house.

Then the raid happened.

Your father was captured. Your sister disappeared. And you?... hunted because of your blood, by your father's enemies. You spent years hiding and searching for Amelia with whatever resources you could find and get. But no matter how hard you searched or tried to find her... nothing worked. Orphanages, foster care, gangs, juvie, jails, the PRT... an unsolvable problem.

You triggered.

What's your power? Who knows up to you.

Now you've found her, your sister.

A message here, along with some information that only family would know. And you prepare yourself to meet your sister and finally reunite with her.

The locket

A locket. Inside was a picture. Your mother Claire sitting on a playground swing with a wide smile on her face, looking like an older Amy Dallon with few differences here and there. On her lap sat Amelia, three years old, with a wide smile. Vibrant with toddler joy, her hands clenching onto your mom Claire. On the swing next to them was you, glasses on your face and your lips pursed as you tried to look cool, only managing to look like a four-year-old kid pretending to be a gangster.

Perhaps this locket could jog up some memories?

The dandelion hairpin

Claire loved dandelions. And she wanted her children to grow up like one. Strong, adaptable, and able to grow beautifully no matter the surface.

The dandelion hairpin given to her by Marquis was a treasured heirloom to her. And she had planned to give it to Amelia once she had grown up... but circumstances led it to fall into your hands.

Perhaps, it might be a good gift to help Amelia reconnect with the ghost of her mother?

Warning

Do NOT BE CREEPS... that's all.

Have fun!