Malia
23
5'2
Malia looks to have a very normal body shape with her clothes. Though she doesn't have a phrumpy personality she often does wear kinda a larger black sweatshirt, and looser jeans. She is not really into the boots, just shoes that are comfortable and have good grip and wont soften and kicks she has to offer. Mos of the time she wears black flats, but at times she does wear more capable ankle black boots. Malia has thick black hair. It is long, but not shaped like you might find on girls who visit the hair dresser. Not only is it very thick but it is a tad wavy, giving her a couple split end curls here and there. She then has thicker eyebrows, that at times are covers by her few banks, hair that she just end up cutting one night because they were just getting in her way. At times she puts it up if the fight is getting a little hard for her. Malia at all times carries her sword, it is nothing special, not hand crafted by masters and not even super sharp. She is not amazingly skilled at it but it getting better. Sometimes when you come to a party and are the only one with any kind of weapons, well you just don't want that to happen. Her skin is just a shade darker than the normal white person and she has dark blue eyes. Under her clothes she is not a super skinny sexy beast, nor is she a muscle monster. She is pretty normal shaped beside her more muscular legs, six pack stomach, and stronger arms, but nothing too extreme.
Malia is a very down to earth person. She doesn't have battle cries, or a speech made out for the bad-do-ers. She just goes in, get's it done, and leaves, often very calm. Malina has no real technique in her fighting. She is very good at avoiding getting hit, and good at dishing out a few punches. She is not very subtle or good at sneaking, which has come back to bite her more than once. Everything Malia does is by reaction, she is very good at reacting very quickly and responding with her own attacks. She is not one to complain when hit, but yes she does have nerve endings and feelings. Malia can get scared, and can get hurt.
Malia is without family. Her parents died in a car accident when she was 11 and she ran away when she found out she was being given to her uncle she didn't like. Since then she has lived on her own in the basement of an old apartment, the basement sealed off years ago and forgotten about. There are three ways for her to get in and out of it, all a few blocks from where she actually lives, which makes it hard for bad guys to track her.
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Late, maybe 12:30am, just the time for the city to really come alive. Malia was used to being awake at this time, heck, this is when things were really exciting! For now however, the thing Malia was most thinking about was her own skill. She had seen it done on plenty of movies so it should't be so hard for her to do it herself right?
The young woman positioned herself atop the apartment building. With her eyes fixed on the next rooftop, Malia crouched down, setting a foot behind her and planting her fingertips in front of her against the floor. She waited for a short moment before leaping forward and running across the roof until she ran out of roof. At the last moment she sprang from he ledge of the roof, and landed just fine on the next one. It went perfectly! So perfectly that Malia found no reason to stop, and she continued to now run across this roof until she jumped to the next one. She just couldn't believe this was happening, and how well it was going. Well, WAS going until the view of the next building came up, a building much to tall for her to jump to leap onto.
Malia realized much to late, her eyes grew wide as the site and the only thing she could do was try to jump higher and maybe just grab onto the ledge. Her feet connected with the ledge of the building she was on and she used all of her strength to leap from it. Now in the air, she reached for the ledge, however, the momentum died down just as it came within two feet of her. Malia watched as her objected once growing close, begun to pull away as she begun to fall. A three story fall, she landed in a very conveniently placed dumpster. A loud smack was heard as she plummeted down and landed in it, pieces of paper being tossed up by the sudden impact before starting to slowly float down to the ground. Slowly Malia sat up, lining her fingers on the rim of the dumpster as she begun to pull herself up.
" Ow.." She commented before half jumping, and half stumbling out of the dumpster.
" At least no one saw me.." Malia breathed out in a sigh. That would have been embarrassing.