Sorry, been writing up the plot push, and I realized I hadn't finished Naomi's CS, so I've been getting that done too. Plot push will get us right into the test, but there's a lotta details I gotta take care of first, so I'll finish it after I post Naomi's CS. Not bothering to look for a picture now, so there. Neener neener, gonna work on the push now.
Name: Naomi Isadora
Nickname: Nimi, Isa.
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Weapons/Equipment/Armor: None.
Semblance: Big Brother Bear – Naomi’s Semblance can create fairly complicated constructs from her Aura. She has a huge amount of Aura to pull from, and can regain it so quickly that she can use her Aura almost indefinitely, but has a mental block and can only make one construct: A large version of her teddy bear (Tibbers), given to her by the one who raised her when she was one the streets. She says it’s always around, though if it is, it can be invisible and difficult to sense. When it’s visible, it looks like a few highlighted outlines of a bear, bright and jagged bolts of violet light. His shape doesn’t change much, but the texture can. When he’s aggressive and protective, his claws are sharp and muscles, able to rip and tear through metal like nothing. But he’s also her most common playdate, can pick up tiny cupcakes without disrupting the frosting, and can be the softest and warmest pillow you could ever have. It’s difficult to tell if Naomi consciously controls it on some level, or if it’s tied to subconscious reactions, but she treats him as if he were alive and doesn’t like it when other people don’t. And sometimes, neither does Tibbers.
Hobbies: Reading, studying, and being quiet. Loves sweets, cookies and candy, and has a special stash of bear-shaped sweets to eat.
Bio: Naomi’s earliest memory is the inside of a cardboard box, with a baggy and faded hoodie that was much bigger than her. She doesn’t know who her parents are, or even where she only remembers living on the streets, and her only clue was a name on her hoodie’s tag said “Isadora.” Even at an early age, she was very bright, and hated attention, finding places to hide if people were looking for her to put her in an orphanage. And she avoided authorities as well, after a bad experience with seeing some officers beat up a homeless man outside her box. Whenever she was in trouble, she’d bundle up and tie her hoodie closed, hiding and being quiet until whatever was happening was gone.
After a bad spell, with days of no food and cold weather, she came across another homeless person. He was very young, though older than her, and offered her a blanket and a place in his dumpster. Not having anywhere else to go, she accepted, as they braved the night together. He had a tin of cookies with him that he shared with her. They were old, crumbly, stale, but the best thing she’d ever had. At this time, she couldn’t speak yet, though she understood what people said. He asked if she had a name, and she shook her head, so he asked if she wanted one. She nodded, and the man looked around, seeing the faded letters on his cookie tin. “Napo’s Mill” with the P, S, and L’s missing became “Naomi,” which she apparently liked. He tried teaching her to speak, telling her his name was “Theodore,” or “Teddy,” but all she could say at the beginning was “Tibbers.” So, he decided to just talk and tell her about himself.
He told her he was a Bear Faunus, showing her his ears, and that he was used to this rough treatment. He’d set out on his own, having his own cart that he sold cookies from, but became romantically involved with a woman who had a mean ex. Hating the sight of a Faunus with the woman he once had, he and some friends had smashed Theodore’s cart and beat him within an inch of his life, scaring the girl away. He spent all his money on medical bills, and couldn’t get his business going again, and after the jealous ex spread rumors about Theodore to the community, he couldn’t get another job.
So, he had no choice but to become homeless. But he told her he’d have gone through ten times that if it meant he’d keep her safe. One day, she spoke to him, thanking him for all he did, though still called him Tibbers. Once she spoke to him, he realized he realized she was incredibly intelligent, and had a near eidetic memory. They used it to get by, finding ways to get money by scamming people or using it like a parlor trick, but Theodore wanted more for her. He tried his best to find a way to get her into an orphanage, so she’d have a chance to go to school. She didn’t want to, telling him of her fears and anxiety towards it, and that she only felt safe with him. He decided to try and help ease her into it, by cleaning themselves up and going to see the orphanage for themselves. While it was a good day, and she was warming up to the idea, he’d been seen in town by the jealous ex’s friends, and sent word that he was in town with a little girl.
Theodore promised Naomi a surprise when they’d go again, if she was a good girl and agreed to stay at the orphanage. She said she’d think about it after the surprise, which Theodore had in a box. But when they went again, they were jumped in an alley. The ex assumed that Naomi was his daughter with the girl who left him, and called all his friends again to teach him a lesson for the last time. Theodore protected Naomi from their blows, as she dove into her hoodie once more. But in the process, Theodore died with Naomi in his arms. Seeing him dead, something inside her snapped, and the entire alley way started glowing. Jets of light flew around, knocking into the attackers and slashing them, as a grumbling roar echoed. Naomi could only cry to herself, but when she looked up, she saw the attacking men on the ground, bleeding. Before her, she saw the lines of light in midair, like they were outlining parts of a figure. The figure knelt down and opened the broken box, and handed her the teddy bear doll inside, with a bear-shaped token on a ribbon that said “Tibbers,” and on the back, “I’ll always be here.”
Very quickly, the figure vanished, as the police arrived to survey the scene. There wasn’t anything they could do for Theodore, and the ambulance did what they could for the men on the ground. Naomi’s paperwork was already set up at the orphanage, so she went there, the police didn’t know anything about her Aura burst. She eventually enrolled in school, skipping a few grades because of her intelligence, and realizing that her Semblance was what saved her that day. But she always talked to the figure she saw, believing it to be Tibbers, and her quiet mumblings made her somewhat of a pariah while growing up. She learned more, believing that her thoughts of it being Tibbers were a delusion, but talking and hearing him speak still comforted her. In her later years, still not having many friends, she was put on a 5 man team as a combat exercise. Most other times, she was left to her own devices, as no one really wanted to deal with her. But this time was different. Maybe Christophe Prince just knew she was powerful, but he involved her, paid attention to her, and made her feel like she was needed in the group. For the first time in awhile, she mattered to someone, she didn’t even mind that, at first, it was just so he could win the exercises. Over time, the group grew closer together, and would spend time with each other outside of combat exercises and exhibitions. They even made a point to learn about Tibbers, both her previous guardian and mental projection, which meant a lot to Naomi. While she knows they’re not the nicest people in the world, they were the nicest people to her that she’s met, besides Theodore.
Personality: Quiet, besides sometimes mumbling to herself/Tibbers. She likes to be included in plans, though she still doesn’t especially like being on the fore-front of battles. She gets stressed very easily, and sometimes retreats mentally if a situation is too much for her to handle. She knows she has some delusional visions of Tibbers, but they’ve so far been harmless to her, so she hasn’t felt a need to get checked out or seen. But she can get quite defensive if people make fun of her or insult her seeing Tibbers, at which point they both can become irritated. Also has a near perfect memory, which is one of the few things about herself that she takes pride in, so she’s sometimes irritated if her academic prowess is belittled or called into question. She enjoys reciting factoids she’s memorized, but knows it can annoy people, so she keeps it to a minimum if the people around her seemed turned off by it.
Appearance: Blaaaaaaaaaaank
Post Sample:
Naomi hefted her books from her locker, the stack she was carrying was almost half her size. Which wasn’t saying much, but it was still heavy for her.
“Need some help, darlin’?” came a familiar drawl.
Naomi peeked over the top of her stack, seeing a familiar cowboy offer a hand. “No thanks, Ace, I’ve got them. You can grab the door, if you don’t mind walking with me,” she said quickly, obviously in a hurry. Ash quickly walked beside her, the little girl moving surprisingly fast for someone her size and carrying her load.
“You know, Ol’ Tibby could help you carry that, I don’t see why you don’t ask ‘im,” Ash said, as Naomi suddenly stopped. “Oh, uh, didn’t mean nuthin’ by it, darlin’, just talking aloud, sorry if I upset you,” he quickly said, as she shook her head.
“No, it’s not that…today’s the day that he and I met…nevermind,” she said, burying her head in her book stack and walking ahead. Ash sighed, taking off his handkerchief and walking up to her. He quickly pulled the books from her arms, revealing her teary eyes, handing her his red, spotted cloth. She looked up at his warm smile, as she nodded and took it, wiping her eyes and blowing her nose. “…Thank you…” she said, as the moved through the hall.
“You know, we may not have your memory, but we knew about the day. If you can keep a secret, Lorrie’s gotta surprise for you, she and Jonah have been working on it. For when we go to Beacon, I mean,” Ash said, as Naomi’s eye’s brightened. He placed a finger to his mouth, saying, “But mum’s the word.”
Naomi rushed over and hugged him around the waist, nearly toppling him and her books over. “Thanks, Ace,” she said, tossing him his now used handkerchief and yanking her book stack away as she pushed through the door to her class. Ash smiled, but wretched slightly when he picked up his used cloth. He sighed, shaking his head as he shook excess snot off the rag, begrudgingly placing it in his pocket.
Inside, Naomi ran to her seat, setting her books on her desk. She hummed to herself, wondering what her surprise would be, and waving her legs on her chair. She slowly stopped, when she looked around the room and spotted the stray glances she was getting. She froze, then looked down at her books, and quietly opened one to the day’s assignment, double checking her work. She held the book up, in case she would have an episode in class, and didn’t want people to see. But her tension faded when she felt a warm pressure on her shoulder. She looked up, seeing the familiar light outlined figure of a bear, its eyes glowing and bright. She smiled, she knew no one else could see it then, but she didn’t care, as she said to herself, “Thank you too, Tibbers.”
