They were twins.

And nearly identical at that, besides the gender difference.

They both had lovely, dark red (almost maroon) hair, and many freckles running up and down the bridges of their nose. The girl had long, silky hair that fell to her waist, and was almost always kept up in a high ponytail, while the boy kept his short and messy. They both wore the same, gold-rimmed glasses, and had duplicate toothy smiles. They were a quiet pair, soft-spoken and rather intelligent, with bright green eyes and pale, ivory skin. They were the best of friends. As close as a brother and sister could be.

Azra and Tobias Walker.

The twelve-year-olds that saved themselves, in the midst of a ransom.