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[center][b]ANGELA PUCCINI[/b][/center]

[b]Age:[/b] 11

[b]Gender:[/b] [s]Genderfluid-transabled-apocalyptic-disaster-kin[/s] Female

[b]Nickname(s):[/b] "Little girl".

[b]Fear(s):[/b] 

[i]Children Younger Than Her(Minor):[/i] She is incapable of calling them Onii/Onee-chan, meaning that she is the Onee-chan in such a situation. Impermissible.

[i]Dolphins(Moderate):[/i] You never know what they could be thinking. They're just...there. Watching. Waiting. Commiserating. 

[i]Rattling Bones(EXTREME):[/i] Clickety-clack, you'd better stay back.

[b]Personality:[/b] A bubbly, over-the-top, curious-about-everything, disgustingly innocent little girl. The sort of individual who excitedly points at everything she sees and asks what it is. She is fond of things that are sweet and things that are cute. If one is neither of those things, it is heavily advised that they try their luck elsewhere. She has low compatibility with characters who have tragic pasts or anything of that ilk, as she will belittle their internal monologues constantly without realizing it.
Despite not being Japanese, nor being one who has watched those Satanic Chinese cartoons, she refers to all males older than her as "Onii-chan" and all females older than her as "Onee-chan", or some variant of said title. This is the case even if the individual in question is several decades older than her.
As simple and one-dimensional as a character can be. Most suited to be the roleplay's mascot out of anyone here. 

[b]History:[/b] First Angela was born. Her mom was pretty cool, she fed Angela food and stuff. Her dad wasn't around a lot, but he did work things so they had the money to feed Angela food and stuff. There was also this older brother guy. He liked to spook her with stories of skeletons. Then he left for university. Fuck that guy. On account of that guy being such a rude dude, Angela has since attempted to find a suitable replacement, and to that end began considering every person older than her as an older sibling candidate. Yes, even her parents.
As an aside, it's worth noting that, as a result of her brother's spooky storytelling, she does not actually believe that everyone has a skeleton inside of them. Were she ever to receive undeniable proof that this is in fact the case, her psyche would be in grave danger.
School was fun because Angela was a happy individual who made many friends. Occasionally someone tried to front with her, but rather than watching her back, Angela would completely fail to realize that said individual was fronting with her. 

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"Watch where you're going!"

"Neh? I was watching where I was going, that's why I bumped into you, because you weren't where I was going. Sorry~"

"You want to go?!"

"Um...yeah! I want to go to where I was going, 'cause that's where I was watching."

"That's not what I mean!"

"Aww, don't talk about yourself like that, you're not mean!"

"That's not what-...okay, just...give me your lunch money, or something."

"W-Wait, do you not have a lunch?! Why didn't you say so earlier?! Everyone, Bobby from Ms. Henderson's class forgot his lunch! Let's all give him a little piece of ours so he can-"

"F-Forget it! I'm going to class!"
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So yeah, life's been pretty normal for her.
In the big race at the beginning of the year, Angela beat Bobby from Ms. Henderson's class and took third place. Whoo.

[b]Skills:[/b] 

[i]Small Child(Physical):[/i] A burden of the body and of existence. Angela is capable of persisting for weeks off of only small snack cakes for sustenance, can derive nutrition from such impossible things as cafeteria food, and can fit into small places easily.

[i]Small Child(Mental):[/i] A burden of the body and of existence. As a child, her mind is pliable. Thus, while she is easily spooked, she is less easily given PTSD as a result of said spook. Quantity over quality, folks. She is also less easily corrupted by people of the world around her, at the cost of being as naive as possible.

[i]Running:[/i] She is the third-fastest runner in her year. Take that, Bobby from Ms. Henderson's class.

[i]Humming:[/i] She can hum a mean tune. She cannot actually sing, though. 

[i]School Stuff:[/i] She can read, write, and do math up to and including long division. Wow!

[b]Other:[/b] She carries around a small stuffed cat that she refers to as "Mr. Bear". He is able to fight off four spooks, or twenty mini-spooks in metric terms, singlehandedly.

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