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“It's delightful when your imaginations come true, isn't it?”
【 Appearance 】
__________________________________ Standing at a tall 5'8," Eridania's lanky stature isn't the first thing that most people tend to notice about her; as it's usually the long, black streaks of hair that falls down to her hips. Birthmarks trace the left side of her face, three dots falling down in a line on her cheek.
【 Name 】
__________________________________Eridania Soh
【 Age 】
__________________________________ 19
【 Birthdate 】
__________________________________ 20/December
【 Perceived Gender】
__________________________________ Female
【 Sexuality 】
__________________________________ Questioning
『』【" . . . Why are you at Spring Hill? . . . "】『』
_PTSD & Paranoid personality disorder. In hopes of escaping her cult, she came to Spring Hill. However, they could be hiding anywhere--even in the one place she finds to be safe.
『』【 . . . Residency. . . 】『』
_5 months.
『』【 . . . Negative Effects . . . 】『』
_The medication has caused Eridania's PTSD to rise intensely, causing her memories from the time she had her body dirtied come alive; keeping her in a disillusioned state. She'd become an empty shell, reverting back to the times where she had devoted her whole life to the moon and stars.
『』【 . . . Positive Effects . . . 】『』
_The medication has helped Eridania to be less paranoid and sleep much better at nights.
All seeing eye: Eridania is able to see anything in a 360 view, whether its close or far from her. She just need's to keep her eyes open for 10 seconds to activate it. Her weakness would be how she can't have it for more than 10 seconds, and she can't blink during the process.
『』【 . . . Personality . . . 】『』
_- Happy-go-lucky - Overemotional - high-spirited - . . . - Imaginative - Clingy - Unreliable -
Despite having such a background, Eridania Soh was known to be talkative with an extensive vocabulary. Her imagination allowed her to write and tell stories, where it was her favorite past time during her time at the cult. Telling and writing stories for the higher ups about the mythical beings that watched them from the stars, where she found acceptance for whenever someone complimented her works. Although her imagination served a good purpose, Eridania's creativity can sometimes get out of hand and she likes to escape reality. She'll create a world for just her, with her surroundings as her tools for the story. Eridania would play it out and fall so into her imagination, that she would forget herself and those around her. It's as if, she's in a play, acting out her world of creativity to her audience.
『』【 . . . Biography . . . 】『』
_“Remember, my love, if you’re ever in trouble, just hold out your hand, palm out, and you will get the help you need, no matter where you are. The moon is forever your savior, remember that.”
Eridania laid on the cold concrete, the metallic, bitter tang of blood clothed her mouth. She stared up longingly towards the night sky, it was a full moon that night, and all the stars were out. With no strength left in her, Eridania couldn't blink nor close her eyes. All she did was stare deeply at the moon, pleading for forgiveness--even if she hadn't done anything wrong--Eridania still begged with all her might. She needed help and the moon who was supposed to be her savior, spat at her humiliating state; condescendingly watching Eridania muffle a scream.
With the remembrance of the words that was embedded in her head, and in desperation, Eridania held both arms up with her palm upturned toward the moonlight. Her throat aching and pleading her for water, her dry lips pursed, the body of her's colored in bruises, and her white nightgown tattered and pulled apart. Opening her mouth to speak to the heavens, nothing left her cracked lips but instead a tear fell from the eyes that once fell in love with the moon. Now she looked up at the big rock in anger, in disgust, cursing up at the one who was supposed to protect her and nurser her.
Eridania plopped her arms back down beside her, groaning in pain. Her eyes trailed and she observed her surroundings. A wooded area and black clocks spread out in circles as candles blurred her observations. She had blocked out the sounds of the choir preaching, but as a ringing came to her ears she heard every word escaping the one voice that was louder than the others.
The girl knew exactly what had happened--in fact, she had been told the day before what was going to take place. However, no one prepared her for what she was going to feel. Eridania was promised the life of a star after death, the sparkling one that never lost it's life to it; she was promised a life of happiness after death. Not the dirtying of her sacred body where her innocence was forever lost that night, or the destroyed idea that the moon and the stars weren't her saviors, or the betrayal of the "family" she grew to trust.
Being born into a cult wasn't something Eridania deemed as strange or horrible, in fact, she never knew it was described as a cult--rather than just a big family. They believed in the moon gods and the stars as their protectors, girls young as 13 were seen as old enough, spouses slept around freely, everyone had to live in groups of ten in a room; sometimes there weren't even enough space. Prayers consisted of sitting in a circle with all hands held and woman in the middle where drawings would be carved onto her body. The moonlight bathing her.
No one thought wrongly of it, everyone was naive and so was Eridania.
Eridania's mother had several kids, a total of 10 or more and her father who was a stoic man never spoke to Eridania since he always would forgets she was his kid. Her mother was devoted to their ruler and the gods that sang with the stars. She drilled their practice onto Eridania ever since birth.
Eridania fell in love with the heavens of the moon and stars, she devoted her upbringing to them and in times of a rough moment in her life, she prayed. Her whole life was to pray.
She was fine with that. Everyone else was, so why wouldn't she be?
But, when she was stripped from her innocence and had her body be used as a canvas by several people; Eridania grew to understand fear.
On the night of the twelfth choosing, Eridania ran off into the night sky with just her white nightgown. Memories of her childhood sparkled and she cried out, in despair and of joy.
Her days and nights spent on the streets gave her chills and fear that the cult was perhaps, following her. Waiting for Eridania to be in her lowest and take her back, only to again, destroy her body. She'd wake up, sweating and wearing a disheveled look, flipping her head around in hopes to not come across the cult. Since every part of her managed to convince Eridania that they were always hiding in the shadows, under the protection of the moon, waiting to attack her once again.
After living off the streets for a few weeks, starving and what she believed to have been--her dying state. Eridania spotted a small sign that mentioned about Spring Hill. She took upon the offer immediately, mainly for shelter; but because she felt that any minute now, they were going to snatch her and feed Eridania off to the moons.
As she clutched on to the paper, wrinkling the corner, Eridania clenched her stomach and walked off towards Spring Hill.
She just wants to be safe.
『』【 . . . Trivia . . . 】『』
_☁ Enjoys the company of bugs, a beetle is her favorite.
☁ Big reader but ironically she enjoys non-fiction rather than fiction.
☁ Hates video games.
☁ Eridania's mother is Hispanic while her father is Korean. Although she looks nothing like her mother, she's not afraid to embrace her Hispanic roots.
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⌈NAME⌋
Somi Baek | 소미백
⌈AGE + GENDER⌋
17 | ♀️
⌈APPEARANCE⌋
With a tall figure to her, Somi is the least intimidating person there is. Her long curtain silk hair falls down mid-thigh, always having a messy fringe to it. She's never seen with slick hair, its always messy and ruffled. When Somi generally smiles her crows feet tends to show, she's usually really insecure about it so Somi doesn't smile often. Her nails are usually always long and maintained, she never paints them mainly because she fears as it could ruin her "natural look." Somi's cheeks are always flushed red and with a pale skin like her's, when she's flustered her whole face and ears tend to blow up in redness.
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⌈PERSONALITY⌋
Rational | Gentle | Reliant | . . . | Materialistic | Sensitive | Scrooge |
⌈RELEVANT INFO⌋
“Somi.” Her father spoke again, tapping slightly on his daughters small back. The small girl, all curled up—lifted her head to face her father. She began deconstructing her father, finding new qualities to fill her chest of memories of her tired dad. Somi noted the small tilt of her fathers smirk, the way he looked into his daughter's eyes with love, the way his scratchy beard would drag itself on Somi's cheek on purpose; just to get her to giggle. And, Somi swore, that she’ll be the one to make her father happy--no matter what.
She was 10 at the time. Somi's small body grew closer to her father's warmth. They both lived in a small building complex that barely warmed them during the winter or refreshed them during the summer. The kitchen and the bedroom/living-room were in the same place, the only separate room there was; was the bathroom. Her father would barely be at home, only arriving dead at night when Somi's already supposed to be asleep. Sometimes in the morning he'll come and drop dead beside her. She was never asleep. She always waited for her father to come home, that was the only way Somi could sleep.
The room of their's was silvered and transformed by the moon’s dust, which hung like a great luminous pearl on the radiant breast of mother earth. It illuminated the tenebrous, star filled sky—streams of moonlight sank into the bed full of the figure of Somi and her father's. He spilled stories to Somi about her mother, a fairy-tale of the life him and her mother used to live. Somi's mother was a beautiful song in her father's memories. Ever since she could remember, Somi had never seen her mother. Her father was the only parental figure in her life and she was okay with that. Since he was the one who was working hard for her sake, just to provide Somi her dreams. Which was to attend college. Everything he was doing, was for Somi alone. So, she never asked for anything.
However, the day her father was off from work, she woke up to chaos in their home. Her small feet traced themselves to the door step, rubbing the sparkles from her eyes, adjusting them to the bright light; Somi saw the one woman who was never in her life. Her mother and next to her, was a small malnourished boy.
Ever since that day, Somi's life went downhill.
Nowadays, Somi lives her life as a high school student. Getting to class early, attending all her classes and bringing several good grades home. Her father is never home so she tends to stay after school "helping" the teachers or students with "classwork", which then she usually goes to attend her "job". Then after, arriving dead at night, cooking for her younger brother and then helping him with homework. Only for her to put him to bed, then attend to her homework.
⌈DARK SECRET⌋
"Do you think father hates me?" Her younger brother whispered, watching his father's chest rise up and down slowly; their father's bottles surrounding him as well as unused lottery tickets. Somi squeezed her bothers shoulder, shoving a weak smile, "of course not."
Ever since Somi's mother arrived with her now brother, her father resorted to wasting their money and coming home weeks after drunk. He never hurt the two of them, in fact he never talked to the two of them. He would stumble home, gruff lowly upon seeing the two and falling onto the floor in a slumber. He stopped working and pushed the life of an adult on Somi. However, Somi Baek never had the best experiences when it came from work and job interviews. She was simply rejected on all job offers she requested on applying for. And it took a toll on her as she had to support both her father and brother.
Thus, Somi, having a good reputation at school--took on offers. It started off small, she'd babysit someone's pet, buy lunch for someone, or give them advice. Then, when she noticed that many asked for certain types of requests; they'd bring more money than she usually earned. So, Somi, slowly escalated for blackmailing people, beating people, stealing, bullying. Anything she did was for money.
At first, Somi did feel bad. The adrenaline that rushed through her when she beat up a freshman, was enough for her to realize that what she was doing--was not right. But when her brother's smiling face would pop up hugging a toy she'd bought him, or her father patting her head and finally talking to her; was enough for Somi to keep going. And as the money came in, she took on more dangerous offers. She would come home with groceries and cooking a healthy meal for her brother and leaving a plate out for her father. Who would always leave the plate clean, ended up leaving small post it notes of his thanks.
This got her happy. So joyful, so happy, that Somi got greedy. If her father who never responded to her before but now did, her mind filled with wonders on what would happen if she bought a house(although that was far fetched for her).
So, Somi Baek, sold off her virginity for the first time in her life. And the money, oh the total, always satisfied Somi. She soon found herself in a state where her body wasn't valuable to her anymore, that she was a tool just to get the one thing that her family struggled to have--which was money.
Somi grew to selling her body regularly and would come home exhausted and tired, but her brothers laughter and her father's small gestures helped her keep going.
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Elvina Feliz
18 - Aquarius - Senior - 5'3" - Alexa Demie 
“In the beginning, god like created heaven and like, earth and for what it's worth I think that he might've created me first...and everyone else is just a bad copy.”
▬ Elvina pointed out, to anybody within earshot.
Appearance Details
Elvina treats each and every day as if she were starring as the main model of a runway show; even in sweats or leggings, she carried herself with an air of elegance that could rival a young widow entitled to their late husband's inheritance. Her closet, since middle school, has been inspired by early 2000s fashion meets street fashion. Elvina's hair was where her power resided, expensively set into smooth black waves like the rippling of satin. It was the setting for the presentation of the main act, her face--dimples so worked into her that her smile was more of a flicker of light across a blade, a rarity. Her eyes, of the usual brown, didn't encourage familiarity, the basic portrayal of a "resting bitch face." Her biggest imperfection was the small beauty mark falling under her right earlobe, all in plain sight if not hidden by her hair. For Elvina, any mark on her face ruins the high standards she keeps her self-image at.
Standing at five-three in her socks, Elvina's body was petite but of average measurements when it comes down to her interpretation. She doesn't have the hourglass proportions that she deems perfection so instead creates the illusion of it with her clothing choice.
Characterization
Vanity was the beginning and end of Elvina's character; oftentimes, people forgetting the inbetweens. At her best, Elvina is egotistical and self-assertive--creating her own atmosphere regardless of where she goes. However, because of how strong the color of her personality is, people would often assume the worst of her (which wasn't too far from the truth.) Her pride sky-rockets when she's in social situations and normally is the one trait that keeps her from making immoral decisions--willfully owning up to her mistakes simply because she wouldn't deny the thought-process that led to that decision.
She's constantly told that her honesty can be over the top which is something she learned from growing up in a household with caretakers who had nothing to hide from each other. Elvina lives with her aunt (from her mother's side) and her partner; her parents died when she was barely 6 years old. Her memory of her parents are a clouded haze so her connection to her aunt is as honest as it gets. In terms of personal relations, Elvina rarely connects with someone enough to consider them a friend. As her aunt constantly points out, in a poor attempt to psychoanalyze her, Elvina is afraid of commitment. Elvina, on the one hand, believes that people just aren't interesting enough to keep around since they play the same old tune over and over and over again.
As a result, Elvina has never truly belonged to a clique. She would interact with others on a minimal level, oftentimes ending just at greetings, which made her seem lonelier than she actually felt. She didn't care since her own company was the best company she could have and being her last year of high school, she figured there were bigger stages awaiting just months away. Although Elvina was never really tolerated in most of the clubs she attempted to join (that and how easily she lost interest) she still built up enough stamina and her reflexes from playing volleyball with her caretakers.
Elvina and parties went together as perfectly as vanilla ice cream and sprinkles; her go-to escape from life would be crashing the high school house parties, showing off her carefully tailored outfit, drinking some, eating some, instigating drama, and leaving once she lost interest. A lot of what Elvina portrays is what she wants people to see in her, so a lot of the times no one would have guessed that Elvina would never dye her hair or cut it. She's also a big fan of reptiles and hopes to own a crested gecko when she's older. Also she's slightly self-conscious of her hands, since she tends to sweat easily, and the fact that she can't whistle--to the point of frustration.
Unfortunately, you can only trust Elvina as far as you could throw her. She's the type to make decisions based upon her overall comfortableness and well-being. That being said, she's not cruel with her decision-making but she had never been placed in a situation where she needed to wage the possibility of her life over others. Due to her failure to commit to people and her prideful character, the safe assumption that she would choose herself over others with no remorse is only right.
Inventory
- A cheetah print purse containing a small makeup bag, her emergency snacks and a small notebook that's printed with the Aquarius constellation.
- Her house keys that are wrapped with various of decorations that her aunt gifted her whenever she traveled for work.
- Her smartphone that's wrapped in a tight pink case, no scratches or cracks are seen.
- A nail filer.
- Her house keys that are wrapped with various of decorations that her aunt gifted her whenever she traveled for work.
- Her smartphone that's wrapped in a tight pink case, no scratches or cracks are seen.
- A nail filer.
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T h e o d o r a O p a l
 _______________________________________________ Theodora Yvonne Opal | pansexual ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ 20 | ♀ | 5'0" ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ truthful | independent | trusting persistent | uptight | perfectionist ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ a p p e a r a n c e + s k i l l s ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ Theodora will greet you with a child like smile with wavy locks of hazel brown hair, which would compliment her caramel, full eyes. With a face of a preteen, it sang the praise of her figure; "all bones but no meat," as her parents would tease her with. Her frame, which defined her sharp features, were usually hidden with loose-fitted sweaters. Any clothing that didn't fit her fully, was the style of Theodora. Her first impressions are usually perceived as a quiet young girl who doesn't really pop out. However, the remarkable feature that would cause those to stare in awe, would be her tiny freckles. Those freckles of hers were like galaxy of stars, waiting to be explored. (They were a proliferation of stars scattered about. Like a star-map, detailing the connections of each constellation.) ◦ Her photographic memory is pretty decent. ◦ Observant. ◦ Able to squeeze herself in tiny spaces. ◦ Decision making. Since her father is usually indecisive, she grew to always conclude things for him. ◦ Adaptability. ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼  | ▄p e r s o n a l i t y ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Theodora Opal is usually described as a quiet, meek girl. However, as quiet as she is, Theodora is not meek. She's not one to stand by when other's try and push her around as she easily defends herself. She is usually silent and kept to her self, but these qualities do not take away from her uptight nature. Being a classic introvert, she is typically a good listener and, luckily has the appearance of calmness. Solitude to her matters like the air everyone breathes. Theodora is just someone who likes to bask in the silence of her own(and hopefully others) and not have to force social interactions. Although she is fine with social activities, it can get exhausting to her. She was never skeptical. It was more of a, "It'd be cool if I could capture it on my camera"--than anything else. Upon hearing the small disappearances happening in Sonina, Theodora was a little bit annoyed at first. A new environment and she was already exposed to such mysteries. However, with her persistent trait; Theodora was completely invested with thought of it ever actually being true, or the folks were just crazy. She did always want it to somehow happen to her. But when it did, Theodora realized, she had a stupid desire of wanting to see things that shouldn't be seen. ▄p a r a n o r m a l e x p e r i e n c e ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Theodora had been visiting a classmates house in order to work on a project together. They settled themselves in the kitchen and began completing their assignment. Theodora basked in the silence while listening to the muffled music coming from her group-mate's earphones. She had been contemplating on striking a conversation with him, but his focus was more on the work rather than an interaction. She shifted in her seat, exchanging glances at him from time to time(mainly at the mirror behind him). Trying to turn her attention back to her work, the boy stood up from his seat. Ripping off his earphones and placing them to the side, he spoke out to catch Theodora's attention. "Want a drink?" A rough voice escaped his thin lips. She nodded. Her eyes dug deep into her paper as she fiddled with her pen. Usually, Theodora would've been working on this project alone. Since working with others had never been her forte, the girl would normally inflict the role of the one who did everything. But he had insisted on working together with her. Eventually, she shook her head and had decided to just complain to the teacher if push comes to shove(although in college, they don't really care). After what took hours, the boy settled the cup down near her books. She let out a small 'thank you' and returned to her work. Hearing a small grunt of acceptance from the boy, she listened to the small steps and finally the pushing of a chair. She lifted her head to take a sip from the drink, her eyes followed itself back to the mirror that was behind her partners back. Almost choking on her drink, Theodora rubbed her eye with her free hand, not believing in what was happening in front of her. The reflection of her partner was staring back at her, watching her through the mirror. But, no face. In fact, what was staring at her was a deep dark shadow. With no expression to it, she felt the tight glare that escaped the entity. It was scary. In complete shock, Theodora hurriedly stood up. That night, she left in a flash despite her confused classmates yells. Although everything had been a blur during her leave, she remembered passing a glance at the mirror, only to find her reflection staring right back at her; yet it was a shadow, not her. Nowadays, Theodora likes to not be reminded of that night but its hard when at the corner of her eye, she'll catch a glimpse of a shadow. ▄b i o g r a p h y ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Theodora grew up in a relatively normal household. Both parents worked long hours to supply her with her necessities, as she was an only child so they both ended up spoiling her to no ends. Growing up, Theodora was always kept to herself. She didn't have anyone to call a friend because Theodora never had much of a presence during class. Other's wouldn't even have known she attended the same class as them. Although nobody could see her, she had something that could; her camera. It was her life-long dream to create films that captured what her eyes have witnessed. When her tiny hands gripped on the camera, her eyes never leaving the miniature screen, Theodora began her first film. It was her birthday party. She slung the camera around in the beginning, showing off her rusty skills to her joyful parents. The film captured their tiredness that slept in their eyes, but, Theodora captured a slight happiness that floated about the two. They both shared a small kiss before returning a smile to the camera, her father talking to the camera and detailing Theodora's embarrassing moments. Her mother pushing her father slightly and laughing at flustered Theodora. Ever since that day, ever since her eyes--her lens--witnessed two people in love, Theodora decided to only film people in love. Their genuine smiles and laughter was something beautiful to Theodora. One day, her parents announced a sudden change of plans. Her father got a job transfer out in a small place called, "Sonina." Ecstatic, Theodora gripped tightly on her camera--she was ready to leave their hometown. He told her that they'd have to wait a least a few months in order to process everything. Her eyes sparkled and shimmered in delight, she was finally leaving. A new environment, new people, possibly new friends. But, the most she was excited for was the filming. These past few years, especially after her last birthday, Theodora never seemed to catch anything on film. Her camera--which was always with her--laid rusted inside her book-bag, hoping for the day Theodora could lift her tiny fingers up and record once more. Thus, during the last month before their leave, Theodora had met a new transfer student. (his eyes glanced to her's, and, as if Theodora didn't have any control of her own body, a curved smile reached the tips of her eyelids.) For the second time in her life, Theodora felt the urge to record someone again. Luckily she didn't have to go to him; he came to her. The two surprisingly hit it off and by the last day before her move, they met at a park. The stars colored the night skies in splattered bits, they shone brighter as if they were alive and breathing. He stood by, the two standing still and listening to the cold air brush past their bodies, tugging at their clothing. The boy pushed his strands of hair behind the red ears of his, it was cold, but they only had a moment to share before Theodora leaves. It was beautiful. The stars, as if they were winking at Theodora, were of a snowfall sparking light in outer space. His figure stood right before this scenery. Theodora only felt such privilege to have witnessed such a beautiful moment. He spilled careful tears as she told him the news. Her eyes drifted downwards to her camera, "Can I film you?" Back up to his eyes, he simply gave her silent nod back. (and then, the two ended off their night in a movie.) |
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“I just want to end this all and sleep.”
Personal
N A M E
Sueno Nemu | 末夢
"Z" because just like in small comics, he enjoys sleeping so much that people swear they can see small "Z's" float around.
"Z" because just like in small comics, he enjoys sleeping so much that people swear they can see small "Z's" float around.
A G E
13
C L A N
Yuki Clan
S E X U A L I T Y
Pansexual
B L O O D T Y P E
A-
Characterization
H E I G H T
155cm | 5'0"
E Y E S
Light blue with a tint of green.
H A I R
Falls down to his shoulders with a wavy texture. Dark black.
H E A D B A N D P L A C E M E N T
Placed upon the left side of his arm.
C H A K R A N A T U R E
Suiton | Water
Fūton | WindP E R S O N A L I T Y
↑ Calm
↑ Tactical
↑ Approachable
↓ Shy (easily flustered)
↓ Sacrificial (will not care about his life just to support others)
↓ Overcritical
In a word, Nemu is a distant star, too large to understand.
Being an earnest, honest and sincere boy his calm aura draws those near him, gravitating towards his warmth. The rush of his voice, slightly low and rough, will unfold into a helpless laughter once he's comfortable with you. His voice will soften into a melody when his kind comments slip, giving off a gentle and tender demeanor to him. Although he's good-hearted, Nemu knows not to cross boundaries with a person. He'll disconnect once he realizes the bond strengthening, pushing back silently, avoiding close relationships in fear of abandoning them--just like he had done with his mother.
Being a quiet kid never got him into many conversations, as he was never the one to have much input in these interactions. Already dealing with practice, social activities tired him out much more than anything else. He dealt with this problem by sleeping it off. That was Nemu’s escape, napping away under the skies was the comfort he needed. Being as how this is the only perception others have on him, Nemu tends to play the part of a lazy sleepy child in an exaggerated manner as en excuse.
It does really help him escape social situations though.
Although Z is strategic, his overthinking--critical self--will constantly over-analyze the plan and assume the worst of the worst. The overall consensus about Z’s demeanor all points to his silence and this extends even to missions; while his teammates would prefer to hear his input, all Z offers is a blank face in return.
↑ Tactical
↑ Approachable
↓ Shy (easily flustered)
↓ Sacrificial (will not care about his life just to support others)
↓ Overcritical
In a word, Nemu is a distant star, too large to understand.
Being an earnest, honest and sincere boy his calm aura draws those near him, gravitating towards his warmth. The rush of his voice, slightly low and rough, will unfold into a helpless laughter once he's comfortable with you. His voice will soften into a melody when his kind comments slip, giving off a gentle and tender demeanor to him. Although he's good-hearted, Nemu knows not to cross boundaries with a person. He'll disconnect once he realizes the bond strengthening, pushing back silently, avoiding close relationships in fear of abandoning them--just like he had done with his mother.
Being a quiet kid never got him into many conversations, as he was never the one to have much input in these interactions. Already dealing with practice, social activities tired him out much more than anything else. He dealt with this problem by sleeping it off. That was Nemu’s escape, napping away under the skies was the comfort he needed. Being as how this is the only perception others have on him, Nemu tends to play the part of a lazy sleepy child in an exaggerated manner as en excuse.
It does really help him escape social situations though.
Although Z is strategic, his overthinking--critical self--will constantly over-analyze the plan and assume the worst of the worst. The overall consensus about Z’s demeanor all points to his silence and this extends even to missions; while his teammates would prefer to hear his input, all Z offers is a blank face in return.
P E R S O N A L H I S T O R Y
Young father Sueno(Yuki?) Nagatsuki and Sueno Yua had their world shaken permanently by the arrival of their young child, Sueno Nemu. Unprepared of their new family member, the two recklessly fell through mistakes on raising the young boy. As they were both new to the whole raising a child dilemma, Nemu learned to face his life independently. His parent's weren't horrible people as they were both loving and caring, but the two were clumsy in his upbringing. Naturally, they got the hang of it and Nemu grew up to be a decent independent child. His mother, Sueno Yua was a woman that gave off the demeanor of an irresponsible adult. Her personality was like blowing up a dam, the water never stops flowing; just like her recklessness. His father, Sueno Nagatsuki, on the other hand, was a man who barely spoke but listened. He was the balance of tranquility and danger, possessing a silent strength to his character that it gave Nemu a sense of admiration for his father.
The two were simple farmers in the Land of the Water. Living a peaceful life in the snowy village, castaway from many. Living in the land where the Yuki clan originated from enticed Nemu to know more about his clan. A nation that underwent the chaos of a civil war despite singing the tale of living the life of an outcast, pushing themselves away from political affairs. The kekkei genkei played a part during the war, as ninjas that wield such possession were loathed by many due to the tragedies caused by their kekkei genkei. In spite of it all, those in fear of the constant oppression fled into hiding. The young boy's eyes shimmered with excitement when he listened to these tales from his father. Their chilled bodies crept through the wooded forest, while the snowy scenery welcomed them with cold air. His father took him on walks during the day to collect some water from the rivers and it gave him the idea to enlighten Nemu about his identity.
Nagatsuki bent down to face Nemu, under his feet the snow illuminated itself with the sun's light, the cold light sticking itself to his chin. "You mustn't tell your mother about these stories," a hand touched his cheek, "for our safety."
(Nemu didn't understand but the warmth of his fathers palms were enough to silence him.)
He soon came to learn what exactly his father meant.
Nemu was asked to fetch some water by his mother as his father stayed behind to care for the fields. The child skipped quietly towards the wooded areas and did just as he was told. Then, as he knelt down to collect the bucket of water, Nemu watched as the droplets floated for a split second before dropping casually to the ground. His eyes shimmered in the dark morning, snow falling straight and steadily from a sky that blew no wind. Yet the hint of blue sky released a flash of diamonds that illuminated the landscape--and Nemu, clothed in the angelic's light, dropped the bucket of water. His mind wondered itself through galaxies, among the whirling stardust and ineffable particles, Nemu was lost. Living in a fairy-tale world by the stories of his parents, there was a sort of shock when he realized what was all said by his father, had been true. His heartbeat quickened, he stared down at the shimmering river. His eyes flowing bright under the snowy trees, his skin growing hot that with each glance he took, bathed his surroundings in warm sunlight. A distinct memory engraved itself in the mind of Nemu, his father's tales about the ninjas, about the kekkai genkai, about the Yuki clan, about the betrayal, the discrimination and the warning; "Don't tell anyone."
He turned on his heels, the breath of his escaped his shaky throat, enrapturing his vision with a fog. His world shook around him by the might of the heavens as he hurried each step.
(The world bent and trembled at his strength)
Nemu rammed into his father’s broad body, out of breath and working only on adrenaline. He pushed his head upwards to stare at the confused face of his parent. Pushing his father slightly, Nemu took a step back, standing still, not saying anything. His mother in the distant watched her son and husband in clear worry. While the wind blew at them, tugging at their clothes, Nemu spoke, and as if a warm rainstorm washed down in sweet hyphens, his father only gave in a small grunt.
The two acknowledged one another and that was fine for Nemu. He gained his new identity.
The two placed themselves in the kitchen, his mother sitting silently at the table, listening to her husband speak of such sad tales with nonchalance. The water in the kettle shook, creaks cried out with the quiet steps of Nemu, and outside the wind blew with a sad tune that day. The child stood at the edge of the door frame, listening to his father's rough voice crack slightly, his mother with her head hung low(defeat sung in her eyes). Then, her mouth opened and her angelic voice carried itself to Nemu's ears in sorrow.
"I'm sorry."
His father shook the boy awake the next morning. The sun had barely woken itself up. He crawled out of his bed, missing the slight warmth that comforted him. His father, wrapped in heavy clothing and a tattered bag, pushed several items to Nemu. The boy stared down at the clothing and a small dirty bag. Without saying a word, Nemu followed through with the silent demands. He wrapped himself in the warm clothing and stuffed the rest in his bag. Nagatuski began walking, eventually waiting on Nemu at the front door. The child turned to face his room for the last time, deconstructing each corner of his place and keeping it safe in his memories. He had already known what was going to happen. Closing the door behind him, Nemu began walking towards the front door to only stop midway when he saw his mother, her back facing him. She was staring at her husband and Nemu felt the guilt emitting from her. He pushed his head downwards and squeezed his way through her, passing her to place his feet in his battered boots. Without saying a word, Yua turned her son around and placed her cold hands against his. Squeezing his tiny fingers and slightly folding them together with hers.
(She was saying sorry and he accepted it with a squeeze.)
She took a recently knitted scarf that was placed on the table beside her and wrapped it around his trembling body. The big scarf too large for his size, hugged itself on Nemu, providing comfort in the sadness he exiled from leaving his mother.
(It was all his fault.)
And with that, Nemu's father grabbed the boys hands and the two followed themselves out the door. His mother's small body, standing slightly hunched--in defeat--at the end of the doorstep, rose her hand to show her goodbye. He turned his head before listening to the slight 'click' of the lock. And, just like that, his mother vanished without a trace in his memories.
Both Nagatsuki and Nemu arrived at Konoha in hopes to start a fresh new life. His father reminded Nemu to not speak of his clan, to throw away his identity, for their safety. Thus, Nemu throw away that part of him. Enrolling into the academy despite the protests from his father(which took a lot of convincing to do).
C H A R A C T E R D E V E L O P M E N T
To be okay with his identity.
Attributes
T A L E N T S
• Strategic: Able to think logically and fast on his toes.
• 傘 | Kasa: Nemu wields a light blue umbrella that helps support his defense. He inflicts chakra on the object to intensify it's use of a shield. Allowing him to protect himself from physical attacks and others.
• 傘 | Kasa: Nemu wields a light blue umbrella that helps support his defense. He inflicts chakra on the object to intensify it's use of a shield. Allowing him to protect himself from physical attacks and others.
T O O L S
• Kasa: His straw umbrella that's coated with a light blue color.
• Kunai blade: He's slowly getting better at aiming. Get's him to do a subtle dance when he manages to actually hit his target.
• Smoke bomb: Sometimes he throws it too early, but he's learning.
• Kunai blade: He's slowly getting better at aiming. Get's him to do a subtle dance when he manages to actually hit his target.
• Smoke bomb: Sometimes he throws it too early, but he's learning.
T E C H N I Q U E S
C R A N K
• Water Release | 水遁
•Fallen stars ☆ : Using his umbrella, Nemu will spin it to release the thousands of water needles concentration by the control of his chakra. This usually works better when its raining because he'll have unlimited usage of water, just that it'll take a lot of his energy + chakra so it's tough to use.
D R A N K
• Taijutsu 体術 : Not the best but when it comes to blocking attacks, Nemu can be good within that skill(usually excels in blocking when he has his umbrella at hand).
• Basic Academy Techniques
Other
K E K K A I G E N K A I
N A M E
• Ice Release | 氷遁
A B I L I T I E S
• Feared by this possession, Ice release is passed down by members in the Yuki clan. Allowing the user to create ice from chakra, lowering the temperature of their surrounding. The user's temperature can also be affected as it can help them hide easier(less chance of getting detected by thermal sensors). Ice release is a combination of both wind and water following after to be of a nature transformation kekkei genkai. Generally speaking, Ice Release can be used as many things especially as a structure to defend the user and it's partners.
A P P E A R A N C E
• ☆
S U M M O N I N G J U T S U
A N I M A L
• N/A
N A M E
• N/A
A P P E A R A N C E
• N/A
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E P H A I F I L H O
_______________________________________________ 14 | ♂ | demon weapon _______________________________________________ cocky | foul-mouthed | confident _______________________________________________ Ephai Filho is a short, young boy with fair skin and round, light green eyes that are coated with notably long eyelashes; a mole under each eye. His hair, faded from baby pink to a light green, soft like sable, falls down in wavy locks to his shoulder. His unruly bangs falling down to frame his face, portraying an innocent look. Polished, just like a doll. His short stature fits his lean build where as his arms and legs are thin, his shoulders slim and his waist narrow. Insecure by his weak build, Ephai tends to wear over-sized clothing, but claiming it's because he doesn't want others to stare more in awe of his body than they already do with his face. ___________________________________  | [ ☁ ]P e r s o n a l i t y ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Ephai tends to be foul-mouthed and cocky, showering others in his confidence. Contrary to his looks, he tends to often brag about how cute he is, usually calling others by rude nicknames. His overall portrayal is someone who's a people-pleaser, acting nice in order to get on people's good sides. In certain threatening situations, Ephai is shown to cry very easily, depicting himself as weak and a crybaby. Although his arrogant personality tends to overshadow his other qualities, Ephai is capable of being decent. He does have a mellow side to him and can genuinely express kindness to others. [ ☁ ]B a c k g r o u n d ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Coming from a big family, Ephai Filho falls as the youngest. His entire family consisting of older brothers who constantly teased Ephai for being "girly-looking." He never cared because his mother seemed to always put all the attention on him rather than his other siblings, and he always made sure to rub it in their faces. His family isn't anything special. They all are meisters, following their dad's footsteps, whereas their mother was a weapon; Ephai turned out to be just like his mother. He grew up babied by his loud mother and his soft father, the two showering the youngest with love. However, Ephai wasn't close with his brothers or any classmates while growing up. Having a rather bold personality, Ephai had trouble finding relationships that accepted him since the majority couldn't handle his brashness. It did trouble him a lot at a young age, which correlated to Ephai wanting to please those around him. Despite his mean mannerisms, Ephai knows not to be stupid, thus sticking to people's good sides in order to fit in. At first, it was bad to the point Ephai had created a different him, someone kind and boring--someone with no presence. Yet, Ephai wanted to be himself. He would watch the relationships his brothers would make even though they had a roughness to them too. Ephai envied them. Nonetheless, Ephai had decided it was time to just stop caring. So when he enrolled in DWMA, Ephai spoke honestly and to the point, deciding that whoever can deal with who he was as a person(weapon?) was someone he could trust. |
Partner & Special trait
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- Not at the moment
- Agility
Strengths
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- Fast reflexes. Ephai is quick on his feet.
- If driven to it, Ephai can defensively turn his arm into the opening of his parasol, acting as a shield.
- High stamina.
Weaknesses
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- Lacking in hand-to-hand combat.
- Can't fight alone, needs to rely on his meister for support. Ephai knows he isn't so well during physical combat, he easily gets jealous of how well other weapons can support themselves alone during battles. However, as his strengths states, Ephai if pressured can use an arm to trigger the opening of his parasol but won't transform it into the spear; he himself believes he is not strong enough to battle one on one with someone with his skills.
Weapon Description
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- Parasol: As a demon weapon, Ephai is able to fully transform into a parasol. In this form, the ends of the parasol when closed is turned into a spiral, the edge sharp, acting like a spear when closed. When opened, the parasol can act as a shield, protecting the meister from attacks. Good at long range and can swing out in wide range, striking and blocking attacks. Although it's not as effective as a shield.
Weapon Appearance
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| ----------------------------- Atticus - |  | ----------------------------------------------------- Shaw - |
⌈FULL NAME⌋
Atticus Emrys Shaw | Arty
⌈AGE + GENDER⌋
20 | ♂
⌈APPEARANCE⌋
Covered in scars head to toe, Atticus is intimidating to the eyes of many. He's a young man of average height, with a slim, muscular build and burnt red hair that hangs over his shoulders. Covering his sharp, died down blue eyes, Atticus tends to push his spiky and choppy bangs behind his ears(sometimes he lets it dangle over his other eye when it's too bothersome to just cut his long unruly hair). It was a casual jumble sometimes but mostly gelled down and neat, showing sharp spikes at the ends of his hair. His eyebrows thin and narrow, a half-shaved look to them. He walked with insecurity and softness where his nomad-blue eyes twinkled with sadness. He had a solemn look to him but was however, seen as intimidating to others. His sister had always remarked that his best feature were his entrancing voice. They carried with carefulness but sometimes had a tone of brittleness to them. Atticus can usually be seen with clothing that are easy to wear, consisting of over-sized tees and sweats.
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⌈PERSONALITY⌋
overly-nice | gentle | selfless | . . .
With a apathetic and irritable look to him, Atticus is exactly opposite of his portrayal. He demonstrates compassion and genuine kindness that others tend to dismiss it as fakeness. He always thinks of others' more than himself and cares more about their feelings and well-being. His overwhelming kindness makes him out to be someone nurturing, giving off a warm aura once you get past his intimidation features. Atticus hates being confrontational and hates it even more when others confront him whereas he tends to portray a face of absolute distaste when being confronted by others, causing them to awkwardly dismiss the topic at hand(more of a big reason why he comes off as "scary" to people. Atticus cant control his expressions). Due to his haughty appearance, Atticus sucks at making friends, apparently coming off as someone who looks down on everyone. Though he tends to disprove this by stupidly admitting that he's not that tall to be looking down on others, showing how horribly oblivious he is to everything and anything.
⌈BACKGROUND⌋
Growing up in a family full of women, Atticus Emrys Shaw was the first born son of the generation. His mother, a woman of boisterous attitude, and his father, a man of many words, were both odd couples in the eyes of their families. His father being a mundle and his mother being an inscribed, the two were expected to marry of the same sphere. However completely dismantling this thought-out rule, the two eloped. Although that managed to only be for awhile before his father left them, angry at how well epithets were treated rather than mundles. Thus, Atticus grew up with a single mother and 5 other sisters. Never exactly being born during the time of his father's betrayal, he listened to the stories his sisters spilled, all of them showing clear disdain over their traitor of a father. However, with a heart of gold, Atticus accepted his runaway father(which angered his sisters).
During his teenage years, Atticus was always withdrawn by his classmates. Already at a young age the boy was dressed in scars(his outdoor adventures and trying to befriend random animals) and clothed a messy blonde to his hair(one of his sisters wanted to experiment her hair-dressing skills and used her brother for it), following after his constant "I'm better than you" face. His classmates didn't exactly fair well with Atticus. He was often called out during lunch or after school because he apparently managed to look at someone wrong, indicating that he wanted a fight with them. Atticus never did, in fact, the young boy was mostly blanking out during the days, day dreaming about anything to pass his time at school.
His usage of cigarettes started off small. Atticus caught his eldest sister smoking, obviously distraught by her chill attitude over being caught(she had already been of age to buy/smoke cigarettes so It wasn't a surprise to most since his mother already knew), he threw the cig down and stomped on it before yelling at her. It was the first time--as she says--that Atticus ever expressed such anger, however being someone that wore an "I don't care" demeanor to her, she took out another and started smoking. Everytime he would see her, Atticus would constantly nag her to stop the horribly addiction but as time went by, he eventually mellowed out. Celebrating his acceptance to college, Atticus was in a happy mood, having a small party with his family and just living his life, his sister managed to convince him to smoke just one cigarette. Being extremely drunk, Atticus accepted the invitation and eventually, became a classic smoker himself.
(he hates bringing up this story, regret and anger usually swell up on his face. Its not a pretty look.)
⌈EPITHET⌋
Contrary to his looks, Atticus has the words cats sprawled out the right side of his neck, usually coming to a surprise to many when a "scary" looking man has the measly word cat on his neck.
⌈ABILITIES⌋
☁ Can turn into a cat and has all the skills a cat has. He was really surprised when he didn't have the so called 9 lives feature to the power..
☂ For instance, the usual jumping high, scratching others and being able to squeeze through small spaces. This makes things easier for him whenever he's lost something(usually it's his sisters that force him to change in order to find their lost items). But normally, Atticus doesn't use the skill of scratching others because he doesn't like inflicting pain on people.
☁ Communicating with other cats is like talking to humans whenever he's in the form. To outsiders it sounds like a simple "meow," but he could be having a very eloquent conversation with a fellow feline.
✧ Without turning into a cat, Atticus tends to attract a lot of cats to him. He can't communicate with them during said form but they are still able to understand him, so he can easily tell them to do something and they'll do it.
✧ He doesn't have any of the skills he has during cat form. He can't jump high or squeeze through small spaces but he does however have slight cat-reflexes. It's shown in small bits though, as in able to be quick on his toes but not to an extent.
✧ Water is his biggest weakness. When he's in cat form and someone were to splash water on to him, Atticus will immediately turn back into his normal form. There's something about having complete disgust over water being used on him when as a cat. Normally he wouldn't mind it as a human, but during cat form, he absolutely hates it.
⌈SKILLS⌋
☁ Quick on feet, can typically defend himself in a fight(just doesn't like doing it).
☁ Amazing at origami.
☁ He loves bugs and enjoys anything that has to do with them. Any type of bug that man will cherish it as his own brethren. Though when he's a cat... he gets an odd desire to eat some.
☁ Patience. Dealing with a group of sisters that loved to tease and prank him, Atticus got used to their tactics and developed a high tolerance for annoyance. Basically being able to handle any type of person.
⌈WEAKNESSES⌋
✧ Crowds and loud noises.
✧ Being yelled at.
✧ Confrontations.
✧ Cant handle hot drinks.
⌈OTHER⌋
☁ Pansexual.
☁ Can sleep anywhere and everywhere.
☁ Mumbles things to himself constantly.
☁ Talks using short, simple words.
☁ Has a birthmark on the side of his ring finger.
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 _______________________________________________ Nathaniel flynn Nat | Nate ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ 24 | male | 5'9" ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ adaptive | well-mannered | diligent silent | odd | neutral ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ "no . . . . I don't think I have . . . um . . . eaten a rat . . ." - Nate softly spoke, responding to the curious child before him. ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼  ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ | ▄a p p e a r a n c e ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ He stands at roughly 5'9" with faint freckles that coat his arms, acting like miniature stars that trail down to his fingers. His hair, normally slick back with a blond, silver color to them; he's insecure about the color so Nathaniel is generally always seen with a cap. He has a thin frame and is not threatening when it comes to his body build, but his face says otherwise. Already stated, Nathaniel is, also, insecure about his freckles to which are hidden with gloves. ▄p e r s o n a l i t y ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ From first impressions, other's tend to warn people about Nathaniel. He's odd they say, weird, strange-- (different) --dangerous. The boy is reserved to the point that its uncomfortable for others. He's too quiet they say; he stands there, giving no response back, just watching them with his eyes silently. It's hard to tell what Nathaniel is thinking, he's not expressive. Nathaniel is someone that everyone tends to stray away from. His quiet demeanor and silent mannerisms are prone to make people uncomfortable, where as he doesn't do anything, it's just his aura. Normally, people are not used to being around what they define as different--and in this case--Nathaniel is seen as out of the norm by others(hence being categorized as dangerous). His face, in most cases, gives the inkling that Nathaniel is a judgmental person. However, despite it all, Nathaniel is just a quiet, awkward person; he sucks at conversations and constantly fiddles with his fingers out of nervousness. ▄l i f e b e f o r e a p o c a l y p s e ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Nathaniel was raised by his grandparent(s) whom tried their best to raise him, despite old age creeping up. He was seen as a "disappointment" by his grandmother, who made sure to always remind him of it. As a child, Nathaniel was deemed as a strange boy. He didn't enjoy sports or anything that had to deal with what "boys" were mostly subjected to be interested in. His grandmother, on the other hand, wanted Nathaniel to be tough and "like a man," to which he would respond with a quiet stare. He didn't enjoy talking to his grandmother. She scared him. The boy was always seen following his grandfather around. Whether it was to the park bench or to the living room, reading a book under the misty sunlight. He enjoyed the company of his grandfather(he was of a father figure Nathaniel never had) but was constantly interrupted by the furious yells of his grandmother. Who hit Nathaniel when young to show that she was just showing him "tough love." Nearing the senior year of high school, both of his grandparents passed away quietly. Nathaniel managed himself with a part-time job at a supermarket, bagging the groceries for others. |
▄s k i l l s
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⋆ Because of how quiet Nathaniel normally is, he's good at sneaking around. He'll pop up behind a person and they wouldn't notice till they turn around, only to be welcomed by an intimidating man.
⋆ pick-pocketing
⋆ quick on his feet
⋆ Not a picky eater
⋆ high pain tolerance
▄e x t r a
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⋆ nate fiddles with his fingers a lot
⋆ cant maintain eye contact
⋆ has a nailed baseball bat. His aim is horrible so he doesn't use a gun (plus, it not his cup of tea).
⋆ writes poetry when he's stressed (which is 24/7).
⋆ pansexual!
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⋆ Because of how quiet Nathaniel normally is, he's good at sneaking around. He'll pop up behind a person and they wouldn't notice till they turn around, only to be welcomed by an intimidating man.
⋆ pick-pocketing
⋆ quick on his feet
⋆ Not a picky eater
⋆ high pain tolerance
▄e x t r a
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⋆ nate fiddles with his fingers a lot
⋆ cant maintain eye contact
⋆ has a nailed baseball bat. His aim is horrible so he doesn't use a gun (plus, it not his cup of tea).
⋆ writes poetry when he's stressed (which is 24/7).
⋆ pansexual!
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xxx 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Ezekiel Lysander Brown 𝓐𝓰𝓮 & 𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓭𝓪𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ eighteen; february 12 2002 𝓩𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓬 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ♒︎ 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ♂ | he/him 𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓞𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ bisexual 𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓾𝓼 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ single but mingling 𝓗𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓷 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ bronx; ny, usa 𝓡𝓸𝓵𝓮 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ To be determined by overlord 𝓯𝓬 | 𝓬𝓬 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Taylor-Kae Knott | 7b9d7b | █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ |    𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ With a sharp wack to the back of his head and a pull to his locks, Ezekiel grew up in a household that taught him how to be tough. His mother, Solanyi Feliz, was a retail worker down at five n' below while his father, Beau Brown was a social worker (underpaid and overworked). His family, struggling financially, settled down in an apartment down at the east Bronx--doing everything they could to ensure Ezekiel and his brother's could have a decent childhood full of fond memories. Despite struggling to provide their children with the basic necessities, they still found ways to provide Ezekiel and his brothers with luxuries at the best times. Residing in a big neighborhood, Ezekiel was known for his--which would surprise many now--loud and outgoing personality. He played in the parks almost everyday whether it was baseball, basketball, or volleyball; he was the type of kid to always make friends randomly and invite them home. He had what you considered a normal childhood. With overflowing confidence and optimism, Ezekiel wanted to be anything and everything at once. Astronaut? Already begging his mother for a telescope for Christmas, singer? Forcing his siblings to listen to his tone-deaf sounds, dance? Forcing his father to pay a monthly fee at a dance studio in order to bring out his, hidden, dancing-with-the-stars, moves. Then, one day, Ezekiel wanted to be a model. He insisted on quitting all his other programs and focused solely on his new dream. His mother signed him up to this modeling management, Wilhelmina, and from there on, Ezekiel had success fall right on to his lap. Everything that he earned, all his hard work, was always given back to his parents (the money, he believed, was never his to begin with.) Soon enough, his motivation for modeling diminished and it was more like he was forcing himself to now do it; it was tiring, it was boring, and it was too much. He was "worrying" about the SAT's, the regents, his grades, but really it was all an excuse to turn down his offers from his modeling gigs (anything to get away from it.) It's like the saying, "If you start something finish it." But, the complete opposite instead; Ezekiel can never finish what he starts. Soon enough, his manager had offered him the Alexandrina Preparatory School application information (his manager insisted this school would be amazing for future modeling gigs). Ezekiel was extremely against the idea of transferring out to attend said school, but, when he sat down to speak about it with his family, they insisted that he'd do whatever makes him happy. That was always his mother's saying, "whatever makes you happy baby." Thus, Ezekiel Lysander Brown, took the offer, and settled down at the flashy school. |
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 __________________________________________ Skip Beat _______________________________________________________________ 14 | Samoan | 49 _______________________________________________________________ ♥ S K I P A' B E A T ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ♥ Iolani Love has the ability to alter a person's heart rate with a simple wink. She can accelerate or slow the heart rate but not by will. Her right eye accelerates the victims heart rate while the left eye slows it down. The effects normally last for about 5 minutes but will last longer if the target is attracted to the user. However, the victim needs to make eye contact with Love so that she can inflict the quirk on the target. ♥ To undo her quirk, Love blinks. ♥ The quirk's downside would be how it causes her to be anemic so she's normally weak and tired constantly. She's normally seen with carrot juice(she hates it). - With a hero suit resembling a party outfit and Iolani Love's quirk involving with winking, she came to the conclusion of a pretty, blue, flowy dress that wouldn't constrict her movements. Her legs free from any clothing, Love is seen to not wear any goggles and her hair in an updo. Wearing a pair of blue boots that are light on her feet, Love is able to freely move her body and be on her toes(also because she's anemic Love doesn't want to be any more of a burden than what she already believes herself to be so she always want's to be out of reach in battles) and, honestly, she thought it would be pretty. Also because she believed it'd up her chances at using the quirk for longer. | D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E Dark complexion with star splattered freckles across her face, Iolani Love has bright brown eyes with fluffy pink hair that flows with each of her movements. Standing roughly at 5'2", Love's hair falls roughly on her hips, a soft feel--just like what is thought to be a clouds texture--that tends to be what everyone's eyes fall on when they see the young girl. Besides her hair being the main focus on first impressions, it's mostly noted that Iolani is perceived as an awkward quiet girl. Her brown eyes--followed with her long, wispy lashes--tend to flicker to anything that isn't the person in front of her. Which comes after the wrinkle to her bushy, usually upturned, eyebrows. Her freckles then trails alongside her nose to her cheeks, being of a galaxy of stars(they are of a proliferation of stars scattered about. Like a star-map, detailing the connections of each constellation).  |
Iolani Love is generally an awkward person; she apologizes constantly for anything and everything at once, she's dependent on others, and socially inept. She has trouble connecting and opening up to others mainly because she feels as if she's a disappointment and a burden to those that breath the same air as her. While she's imbued with a sense of self-deprecation, Iolani can have her spark of confidence at times. Such as, feeling pretty in an outfit and finding her self-worth with her quirk(that she believes is lousy).
Love is the epitome of a brooding, awkward, quiet girl.
Despite her tendency to wallow in pessimistic thoughts, Love is emotional and able to sympathize with other's immediately. Resulting in a lot of people coming to her to just speak of their problems and not feel judged. Love gives people a sense of acceptance by her aura(although she counters this with how she's a panicky person so what they say can't be true).
Love is the epitome of a brooding, awkward, quiet girl.
Despite her tendency to wallow in pessimistic thoughts, Love is emotional and able to sympathize with other's immediately. Resulting in a lot of people coming to her to just speak of their problems and not feel judged. Love gives people a sense of acceptance by her aura(although she counters this with how she's a panicky person so what they say can't be true).
---B I O G R A P H Y
"Iolani." Her brother whispered, "the 'Hawk of Royalty.'"
Love shut her eyes.
That was Iolani's favorite method.
Her younger(quirkless) brother would cradle her in his arms, and tell her the importance of Love's name. How important she was.
She believed this to be wrong.
Iolani Love grew up in a household that was confusing in the eyes of others. Her mother, who was injured during a battle, suddenly changed one day. She arrived home, with bandages wrapping her body and scars that scratched itself on to her mother's skin--and, suddenly hit the big eyed girl(Iolani). Love grew up admiring both her mother and father, as they were the epitome of heroes. She'd sit crossed legged on the sand, the particles tickling her toes, while listening to the stories her mother and father would bring. Her brother sitting beside her while the waves gave them a background tune. They'd laugh in joy, they'd scream in terror, and they'd weep in sadness with the stories that spilled from their parents. Under the night, star twinkled sky, Iolani Love enjoyed the memories of what was once her happy family.
Her brother, being the youngest, was mostly forced to play outside by Iolani because she'd rather herself get the most hits than him. Someone from their family had to be the one to get out, and that was him. But, when it'd just get too difficult--too tiring--Iolani and her brother would runaway to the beach nearby and lay down, listening to the waves that lullabies them to sleep.
(the ocean was their second home)
Her mother had a mission of capturing a villain but a she slipped up and, for the first time in her mother's life, she witnessed the true meaning of what a failure meant. She caused the whole mission to fail and the villain got away, scotch free. Fueled with anger, with desperation of the need to be accepted--to be seen as righteous, Love's mother took out all her pent up emotion out on her two children(but mainly Iolani). Her sense of justice reigned over everything, controlling all aspects of her mother; she believed that anything she did was correct, just anything to overwrite the one mission(in all her hero's time)that caused her to fail. She repeatedly told Iolani her name meant nothing. That her weak, eldest daughter shouldn't bear such a name that meant of royalty.
And, over time, Love believed it.
(there was a part of her that fought it--
--my brother doesn't believe that I'm a failure!
So why should I!
--But her mother's loud, bile, words, told her otherwise.)
Her father, for the most part, tried his best to stop the attacks. But as time went by, he busied himself with work and ignored the two--running away from dealing with the problem at hand. Iolani Love, felt no anger for his decision. No hatred towards her mother. Her brother on the other hand, bared distaste to both his parents(he no longer categorized them as parents but as strangers). But there was no denying that Iolani, wanted out.
Thus, she auditioned for UA.
(when the results came in her mother held up a smug--I told you so--look while she watched the young girl quiver, Iolani wanted to swim with the waves that night.)
Her second option was New Heights Academy, which the only reason she even went was of her brother's constant nagging(she was wallowing in her pessimistic thoughts after UA's results). When it came in that she passed--although as the lowest--Iolani Love, felt for the first time in life, she won against her mother.
But, lost against her father.
Leaving home, leaving her brother behind with her mother(just like her father did), Iolani felt disgusted that she herself, felt a sense of relief when she left.
"Iolani" She whispered, "The 'Hawk Of Royalty.'" Love reopened her eyes.
Love shut her eyes.
That was Iolani's favorite method.
Her younger(quirkless) brother would cradle her in his arms, and tell her the importance of Love's name. How important she was.
She believed this to be wrong.
Iolani Love grew up in a household that was confusing in the eyes of others. Her mother, who was injured during a battle, suddenly changed one day. She arrived home, with bandages wrapping her body and scars that scratched itself on to her mother's skin--and, suddenly hit the big eyed girl(Iolani). Love grew up admiring both her mother and father, as they were the epitome of heroes. She'd sit crossed legged on the sand, the particles tickling her toes, while listening to the stories her mother and father would bring. Her brother sitting beside her while the waves gave them a background tune. They'd laugh in joy, they'd scream in terror, and they'd weep in sadness with the stories that spilled from their parents. Under the night, star twinkled sky, Iolani Love enjoyed the memories of what was once her happy family.
Her brother, being the youngest, was mostly forced to play outside by Iolani because she'd rather herself get the most hits than him. Someone from their family had to be the one to get out, and that was him. But, when it'd just get too difficult--too tiring--Iolani and her brother would runaway to the beach nearby and lay down, listening to the waves that lullabies them to sleep.
(the ocean was their second home)
Her mother had a mission of capturing a villain but a she slipped up and, for the first time in her mother's life, she witnessed the true meaning of what a failure meant. She caused the whole mission to fail and the villain got away, scotch free. Fueled with anger, with desperation of the need to be accepted--to be seen as righteous, Love's mother took out all her pent up emotion out on her two children(but mainly Iolani). Her sense of justice reigned over everything, controlling all aspects of her mother; she believed that anything she did was correct, just anything to overwrite the one mission(in all her hero's time)that caused her to fail. She repeatedly told Iolani her name meant nothing. That her weak, eldest daughter shouldn't bear such a name that meant of royalty.
And, over time, Love believed it.
(there was a part of her that fought it--
--my brother doesn't believe that I'm a failure!
So why should I!
--But her mother's loud, bile, words, told her otherwise.)
Her father, for the most part, tried his best to stop the attacks. But as time went by, he busied himself with work and ignored the two--running away from dealing with the problem at hand. Iolani Love, felt no anger for his decision. No hatred towards her mother. Her brother on the other hand, bared distaste to both his parents(he no longer categorized them as parents but as strangers). But there was no denying that Iolani, wanted out.
Thus, she auditioned for UA.
(when the results came in her mother held up a smug--I told you so--look while she watched the young girl quiver, Iolani wanted to swim with the waves that night.)
Her second option was New Heights Academy, which the only reason she even went was of her brother's constant nagging(she was wallowing in her pessimistic thoughts after UA's results). When it came in that she passed--although as the lowest--Iolani Love, felt for the first time in life, she won against her mother.
But, lost against her father.
Leaving home, leaving her brother behind with her mother(just like her father did), Iolani felt disgusted that she herself, felt a sense of relief when she left.
"Iolani" She whispered, "The 'Hawk Of Royalty.'" Love reopened her eyes.
---E X A M R E P O R T
Iolani Love was worried and panicked throughout the whole exam, her mind buried with self-doubt. At the start of the exam, Love was seen in a corner, knees to her chest while she regretted her decision to even have come to the school to audition. She felt weak and helpless and believed her quirk gave her no help with the situation at hand. But, when her head lifted upwards because she heard a small yell, Iolani had an idea that quickly popped into her head. She bounced on her toes and Love was seen snatching ribbons from the other students and thinking ahead by stopping some in their paths to quickly reach for a ribbon.
---E X T R A
♥ Constantly touches up her face and hair
♥ Writes poetry
♥ Doesn't like wearing socks
♥ Often uses filler words like “umm”
♥ Enjoys talking about the ocean
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 __________________________________________ Ocean _______________________________________________________________ 14 | Incoming Freshman | ♂ & 5'2" _______________________________________________________________ ° G i f t ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ° Flora Londinensis. There was a time where his parents took him and his brothers swimming every weekend. Oceanus was not one to swim like his siblings, instead, he'd stay cuddled up beside his mother reading the book Flora Londinensis. A book full of flora descriptions back in the mid 18th century was enough to have Oceanus invested in it. He wondered how amazing it must've been to travel and inverse in a world full of beauty. Luckily the book was not a hard find with his rich parents, growing up in what was practically a castle, Oceanus was given books that were dated from way back that was worth more than anything else on this world. On one of their swimming trips, his oldest brother came back with a shell that was embezzled in crystals like no other. Oceanus was in awe and in love. He looked back at the book then to the sea and Oceanus pondered if all seas shared the same shells. ° Oceanus's gift is he's invested in the discovery of shells at beaches. He travels with a journal where he draws the shells he find and goes out of his way to research what they are. It's a privilege to be able to witness the different shells he finds. - ♥ ° The ocean ° The sea ° The beach ° Shells ° Crystals ✘ ° Long sleeve outfits (sweaters, coats, etc) ° Popcorn ° Winter (but he tries his best to tolerate it) ° Baking (he can't cook or do anything that involves the kitchen) ° Sad movies (he cries easily and hates crying) _______ S K I L L S ° Extremely good at observation. His interests(gift) consist of collecting shells and researching about them, but he also draws the shells and adds every single detail. Hence why his observations skills are good because Oceanius always worries about the tiniest speck of detail when drawing. | P E R S O N A L I T Y Oceanus Argus Odalys is always in his own world. He's too quiet they say; he stands there, sometimes giving no response, or other times just a one word phrase. With a quiet demeanor and silent mannerisms, Ocean tends to blend in. Occasionally Ocean wallows in his pessimistic thoughts while constantly overthinking and criticizing himself. However, although Ocean is an awkward quiet boy, he too can unfold a loud laughter of comfort. The ocean, just like his nickname, is his happy place(or really anything that involves a large body of water). The boy who is constantly with a blank expression or a worried one, will burst into a smile big enough for the universe when surrounded by the sea. To think that he once used to hate the waters, used to curse the splashes that stung him when he laid his foot in the waves; Oceanus now jumps straight into the water, not caring whether he has clothes on. He'll run to the sands with a bright expression searching for any findings at these places. In a word, Oceanus is a distant star, too large to understand.  |
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---B I O G R A P H Y
Ocean would say that he grew up in a relatively normal household, but others would disagree. His parents, rich in whatever they worked in (he never cared to know), provided their children the maximum necessities. He grew up in what looked like a castle in his young eyes. Detailed with hard cold marble floors and each tile chosen with a specific design by his parents, everything in this magnificent home was structured just like his parents had wanted.
Oceanus grew up with older brothers and one sister. They were all boisterous and loud, following after the traits of their parents. Ocean was the only one who stood silently in the midst of their loud chatter.
He felt like an outsider watching his family. He felt like he didn't belong.
Maybe that's why Oceanus took comfort of the waters. They felt like his home.
Everyone knows Wellington Academy. It was a school of wonder, of mystery, and everyone damn well knew if you graduated from that school you're known throughout. At first it wasn't something Ocean was interested in but when his parents sat Oceanus and his siblings down, told them about the school and insisted every single one of them to attend, there was a spark of determination that flowed through Ocean. He felt he could belong in a place where everyone shared the same passion in their interests.
Thus, Oceanus called the academy. He sent them several books of his shell findings and was the only one out of his siblings to get accepted.
---W H A T D I D Y O U P A C K ?
° His already written journals of shells as well as a few extra blank ones.
° A jar of his favorite shells.
° A locket bracelet charm with a picture of his family.
° Already used notebooks for class.
° Riddle books.
° His favorite pair of socks with the design of cartooned shells. He considers them his lucky pair.
---E X T R A
° Constantly touches up his face and hair/ fiddles with his fingers.
° Picky eater.
° Doesn't like wearing socks
° Often uses filler words like “umm”
° Enjoys talking about the ocean
° Pansexual
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 Idette Genevieve Blanc ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ 16 | ♀ | 5'8" | bisexual | junior ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Dislikes ♦ She doesn't like wasting food. The same can be said when others do it. ♦ When people constantly complain but do nothing to solve their problem. ♦ Anything with chocolate. Likes ♦ Touching Metal, Styrofoam, soft blankets, slime, etc.♦ Listening to cafe chatter, ocean waves, the ticking of a clock, etc. ♦ Stargazing. ♦ Tomatoes. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ skills ♦ Idette is nimble and constantly aware of her surroundings. She has good rhythm, meaning Idette can tell when and when not to hit her opponent. gift ♦ Accuracy; Her aim has been well received by her parents and others. She would play darts and they'd always land on exactly where she'd want them to. While she was good in darts, Idette was extremely good in sports that required precision. She used to be in basketball then was moved into a summer golf team, and the list goes on. However in every single sport she had been in, Idette never enjoyed them. That's until she was introduced to boxing. Ever since then, Idette loved the challenge. ♦ She used to participate in underground matches ♦ Always lands a perfect punch due to her accuracy. She sucks at kickboxing though. | •p e r s o n a l i t y Idette Blanc's family held a strict pattern to everything. Idette had to always be on time, she always had to sit properly, she always had to do this, or to do that—she found comfort in the routine. Her personality was structured and striven to be "perfect" by her parents; they drilled the constant notion that she must always present herself accordingly and never make mistakes. Although it was rough playing the part, Idette never complained and never went against her parent's wishes. She understood how to act in front of them but whenever she was alone, Idette would be characterized as a soft, soothing person. •h i s t o r y Growing up, Idette was used to the routine that her parents forced upon her. It was a mutual understanding that everyone shared a role in the household. The children listen to the parents and the parents slave away at their corporate jobs. As an only child, all the attention was fixated on Idette. Her room was always clean, she always bared a smile, she always sat a certain way, she talked a certain way—everything Idette did was everything her parents taught her. She understood her parents; they were both hardworking adults that blasted a facade of richness. Her family were poor and struggling but they made sure not to show that on the outside. Reputation was an important aspect in her family. As she grew older, Idette realized that her parents slowly were getting tired of her. She was always prepped up to be a certain someone that by now, her parents would've thought she'd have been an important figure. Someone that can put a good image to the name, "Blanc." Nervous about the lack of attention her parents gave her (at this point they were all strangers to each other), Idette joined an underground boxing tournament. Although She had jumped from sport to sport because neither gave her the future she was hoping for, boxing did. She gained money from these matches for constantly winning, becoming the underground champion in her area (there were cases where Idette lost and because of that she would bury herself into rigorous practices.) Her parents thus became proud of Idette while she enjoyed the constant praise. Soon enough Idette applied for Wellington Academy. She believed that her underground matches weren't enough but if she joined a prestigious school, maybe it would be enough(at the same time Idette did enjoy boxing and the adrenaline that came with it.)  •c o t t a g e ---- •p a c k e d i t e m s A pair of broken dull red boxing gloves, a crumpled photo of Idette and her parents (there's a distant feel to the picture), and band-aids with a cartoon mascot design on it. •w e l l e r s t a r s : 5 Idette held on to the standards that her parents forced even at Wellington Academy. She took the star points at the school very seriously and believed gaining every single one would be good for her future and in the eyes of her parents. Gaining the first star, Idette had helped a teacher who had been struggling with their schedule for awhile now (causing confusion and misconception among students so it soon became a problem). She helped them space out the classes, helped with the time and even helped with the lesson plans. The teacher still implements the schedule till this day. Idette's last star gained was for her leadership. She would plan freshman events, the ceremonies for freshman, and is a tour guide for freshman's. •w e l l e r m o o n s : 0 theme song Idette has a lot of scars and cuts. She's usually seen fiddling with her bandages wrapped around her arm because of muscle cramps she gets on her wrist. Her nickname is bunny from the name the audience gave her at tournaments for how quick she is on her feet. |
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Dessielle Fenhice
｡ₓ ू ₒ ु ˚ Human traveler
Description:
Often described as "standoffish" and "unapproachable," Dessielle can be characterized as a palette of neutral colors. If a person were to meet Dessielle, their first impression would note how stoic and empty-shelled the girl is. She portrays herself with a calm demeanor and oftentimes unfazed by events that come her way. With that being said, Dessielle can still keep a conversation going regardless of how interested she is. As uninterested and perhaps bored she may look and sound, Fenhice can keep a person talking for miles because she feels it is common curtsy.
While only 4 foot 10, Dessielle's strong-cold personality builds onto her height. She has bright emerald eyes with shoulder-length dirty-blonde curly hair. She wears a white flowy dress that doesn't restrict her movements along with a black-brown cloak, with its own hood. Her outfit is accessorized with a black long belt wrapping her waist where it holds maps, drinks, small artifacts in a jar and a pocket knife.
Dessielle Fenhice grew up "alone". It's not the sort of trip down memory lane that she entertains, so when others ask about her childhood, she describes it as a chore. She refuses to go back to the days where she had to scrape to survive; each new home she found herself in—while it taught her lessons—brought her a sort of pain she has never recovered from. The only home she could ever find herself dreaming about was of a sweet old man and his fatigued partner. They both had noticed Dessielle when she was only a baby wailing and flailing in a forest with only a hut over her for protection against the elements. With her loud cries, the two could not leave the small baby alone—they took her in. Dessielle's fond memories of her time with them always take her back to the cozy atmosphere the home exuded regardless of the weather. She remembers sitting by a fireplace oftentimes and just spending the time wrapped up in their arms. The next connection she ever makes of her time with them is not as fond or happy; it was of when she came across their still, lifeless (but oddly peaceful) bodies after they had passed away in their sleep. Dessielle was only 8 years old but it did not come as a surprise, they were both very old already. She took it upon herself to leave—it was her only option.
She went from home to home, place to place, person to person—then she grew tired of it and decided to travel by herself. For as long as she can remember, Dessielle has been on the roads traveling. She finds it fascinating how every place she may turn to will be different from the rest. The rich cultures and traditions has always been something that Dessielle herself loved when embarking on a journey.
Capabilities:
𐐪𐑂 She knows basic first-aid.
𐐪𐑂 Agile and quick on her feet; fast reflexes.
𐐪𐑂 Uses a pocket knife to threaten others, but is actually really bad when using weapons. She's using her legs to attack, but this doesn't always work all the time.
Equipment:
𐐪𐑂 Pocket knife.
𐐪𐑂 She has a small jar that consists of artifacts or cool things she found when she'd travel. They aren't anything big, but its her most prized possession.
𐐪𐑂 Dessielle has a necklace that's dressed in two golden rings. She took it from the couple that first housed her.
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