Lynne was born to Connor and Marie O'Donnell on the twenty-eighth of October in 1991. She is one of three children born into the O'Donnell family. She is the middle child and the eldest daughter.

Brazen
Free
Sincere
Patient
Loyal
Modest
Honest
Sensitive
Naive
Cooperative

Lynne herself is a short, scrawny girl. She's not thin enough to look lanky or anorexic. She's firmly built and lightly muscled. Her straight brown hair sweeps just above her elbows, frames her face, and sets off her extraordinary gray-green eyes.

Her hair usually stays tied in a loose ponytail that drops between her shoulder blades. Only on certain occasions does it break free from its elastic band and flow freely over her shoulders.

Her skin is lightly tanned from riding in the sun.

Starting from the bottom and working our way up, Lynne always wears a pair of black converse shoes that are so worn that the black has faded considerably. Unless she's riding, they're always on her choice of footwear. They're a sort of security blanket for her.

On her lower half, she sticks to jeans. Faded jeans, holey jeans, good jeans, just plain jeans. And also shorts. Soffe shorts, shorts, basketball shorts, soccer shorts, jean shorts. Lots of shorts. Sometimes she wear capris. Once in a while she will don a skirt.

Normally, Lynne always sports a t-shirt and thin jacket. Occasionally, a polo shirt finds its way onto her small frame. Dress shirts, sometimes. Dresses, rarely.

Ireland

Free spirit, the term that comes to mind when people mention Lynne. She's the girl that will scream her lungs out when she is standing in the middle of no where just because she can. Just because it feels good to let a rush of emotions exit her body in that one simple action.

Connor and Marie O'Donnell believed that their children should be allowed to grow freely without the hindrance of awkward parenting. They felt strongly about letting their children breath naturally through their personalities and the only interference on the parents' part was for necessary punishment for crimes they felt were extreme. Otherwise, the O'Donnell children lived happily throughout their lives, living easily with one another and having little to no fighting amongst themselves. Their home in the countryside of Ireland was peaceful and calm.

Unfortunately, Lynne wanted more than anything to fit into her unnaturally stiff school. The rich snobs of wealthy entrepreneurs were... picky about their choice of friends, turning their noses up with a sniff at anyone they didn't like or deem appropriate. Lynne, with her brazen, outgoing personality, didn't fit as well as she would have liked. In fact, she was snubbed numerous times when she sought friendship. They buttered her up, made her believe that she was welcome, then spat in her face and laughed as she stumbled away. But she learned from her mistakes and controlled her wild impulses, resulting in a calm exterior that she presented to her fellow students and only then did they see this middle-class girl worthy of their presence.

But a pleasant life as a groupie in a swarm of spoiled brats didn't suit her for long. She thought that maybe they could accept her, accept her wild personality. They were so close now, why not? So she let her facade slip and faced them. Immediate rejection. She was thrust out like a leper. She was the plague.

Hurt and miserable, Lynne looked for something else. Her absolute love and devotion for horses had her looking at academies revolving around the equine world. That was when she found Warrior Falls and begged her parents for the chance to start somewhere new. Somewhere that she could be herself from the beginning.

Screw facades. Screw rules.

She could fly without wings.

Fallen quivered where she stood. He was coming towards her, slowly and slowly. But he came and he was there, standing in front of her with those evil eyes. Her nostrils flared and eyes took in his large form. He was slightly smaller than her. Not by much, but still, it mattered. It was a trivial fact, but it mattered. It gave her an ounce more of confidence as he stared her down.

And then a strange thing happen. Everything seemed to drain from him. All thought, all feeling, all memory. And when he looked at her, there was nothing in his expression. Not hate, not anger, not anything. It startled her.

"Who am I?" He had asked. Who was he? Who was he? The thought stuttered about in her head and left her scrambling uncertainly. Was this some trick? Was he trying to throw her off her guard? By the gods, what was he doing?

"Y-You are a trespasser. A being of evil here to destroy u-... them. And I warn you, sir, do not play games with me. I will not be fooled by you." She stammered and was embarrassed that bits of weakness showed.