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You have my interest.
I wanted to join this conversation, but then I realized I really don't watch shows anymore. Until Daredevil and Game of Thrones come back, I am just watching occasional Adventure Time episodes and Tennis tournaments.
So, how is everyone today?
The buzzing sound of hair clippers filled the room as Yara stared in the mirror, carefully shaving the left side of her head. She started at the strip by her temple, cutting down until she noticed a long hair drop. Instantly Yara noticed a folly she had made, a mistake she made every time she shaved her head on her own. Her shirt was still on, she muttered some words of frustration under her breath and continued. She leaned her head over the sink further now to minimize the damage as she worked her way up the side of her head until she started seeing long hairs fall once more. Finally she set down the clippers and examined her work intently, it was satisfactory, her roots weren't showing yet, and when she ran her hand across the shaved section of her head and felt the soft prickly sensation of freshly shaven hair.
Pleased with her work she smiled, but the feeling was short-lived as it was quickly followed by a sigh as she pulled her shirt over her head. Within a few moments she was standing in the bathroom in her bra and pants, swinging her shirt against the counter, thankful that there was no outside observers to watch her actions, she paused for a moment to look around and make sure that was the case upon thinking about it. After she finished smacking the hair off her shirt to a satisfactory degree, it was finally time for the final step in what was probably the most annoying part of her life, the rinse. Normally that meant another shower, but as of late she had been getting pretty damn good at getting it all off in the sink. She moved adeptly so the water swept away the hair remaining on her and dripped off before roaming down far enough to be a bother, it was a skill she was rather proud of, though she doubted many appreciated it.
With that tedious, boring, and all around horrible task that noone cares about completed it was time to go out and... Well honestly just wander. She crept out of a house that by all rights would more accurately be described as a mansion, black nail polish covering freshly manicured nails, cheap practical clothes, and driving a decade old car. Her defense mechanisms against the outside world. certainly better than having a bodyguard like her uncle.
It had been a few weeks since her last venture outside of the house. There was really no need, she could get anything she wanted there. But actually meeting and speaking to people in person was necessary sometimes. So here she was driving watching as the freshly mowed pristine lawns and gated driveways were replaced by cracked sidewalks and barred windows. She parked outside a pawn shop and left the car unlocked. She thought that if someone felt the need to steal her car, they obviously needed it more than her.
And so she began walking, there was always something going on in this part of the city. The sound of distant sirens, the smell of tire shops, and broken catalytic converters, she probably only enjoyed it because she had never actually experienced it. But still it was something she loved. She just closed her eyes and took it all in as she walked down the streets. Something would come to her, as long as she believed it would.
Pleased with her work she smiled, but the feeling was short-lived as it was quickly followed by a sigh as she pulled her shirt over her head. Within a few moments she was standing in the bathroom in her bra and pants, swinging her shirt against the counter, thankful that there was no outside observers to watch her actions, she paused for a moment to look around and make sure that was the case upon thinking about it. After she finished smacking the hair off her shirt to a satisfactory degree, it was finally time for the final step in what was probably the most annoying part of her life, the rinse. Normally that meant another shower, but as of late she had been getting pretty damn good at getting it all off in the sink. She moved adeptly so the water swept away the hair remaining on her and dripped off before roaming down far enough to be a bother, it was a skill she was rather proud of, though she doubted many appreciated it.
With that tedious, boring, and all around horrible task that noone cares about completed it was time to go out and... Well honestly just wander. She crept out of a house that by all rights would more accurately be described as a mansion, black nail polish covering freshly manicured nails, cheap practical clothes, and driving a decade old car. Her defense mechanisms against the outside world. certainly better than having a bodyguard like her uncle.
It had been a few weeks since her last venture outside of the house. There was really no need, she could get anything she wanted there. But actually meeting and speaking to people in person was necessary sometimes. So here she was driving watching as the freshly mowed pristine lawns and gated driveways were replaced by cracked sidewalks and barred windows. She parked outside a pawn shop and left the car unlocked. She thought that if someone felt the need to steal her car, they obviously needed it more than her.
And so she began walking, there was always something going on in this part of the city. The sound of distant sirens, the smell of tire shops, and broken catalytic converters, she probably only enjoyed it because she had never actually experienced it. But still it was something she loved. She just closed her eyes and took it all in as she walked down the streets. Something would come to her, as long as she believed it would.
Working on a post, hopefully I have it done before I go to bed, because all day is gonna just be drugs, liquor and se-... Nah probably just drugs and liquor.
Bumping.
So... How bout that weather?
Name: Yara Monterone
Age: 23
Element: Water
Appearance:
Personality: Yara is a total sap, an adamant pacifist, she is as naive as they come, and willing to give the shirt off her back to a total stranger. She believes anything at face value, despite knowing that she shouldn't, and wholeheartedly believes that every person is good. In large part her general patheticness is responsible for her appearance. After shaving off half her hair, dying the rest, adding a few piercings, and carrying shiny blades where she can she found alot less people were willing to take advantage of her personality.
Bio: Born and raised in what was left of the Northern Water Tribe, her father was a "Spiritual advisor" spending most of his time at the spirit portal, while involved in her life he was never nearly as much as her mother. Her mother on the other hand was a rather high ranking official in the local militia. She was gruff tough, and took a pretty hardline approach to just about every situation. So it is no wonder that in her rebellious nature, Yara took after her father's passive attitude. She took to meditating on problems rather than taking action against them, and whether it was actually working or that everyone was just terrified of what her mother might do to them if things didn't work out. Things always did for Yara.
Eventually though her parents felt it was pretty apparent that living in what amounted to the remnants of a once great civilization with no real stations to aspire to wasn't what they wanted for her. They sent her to Ba Sing Se to live with her rather wealthy uncle. Unfortunately though the change of scenery wasn't something she took to very well. She was homesick, the city was massive, and completely foreign to her. She spent almost all of her free time for a long time just meditating, not entirely sure what she was trying to accomplish. Eventually though she gave up and ventured into the world, though she quickly found that despite still living a rather comfortable lifestyle, everything had changed. She was no longer the daughter of a woman who would blow your brains out at a whim. She was the naive niece of a rich fat uncle who himself was rather detached. It wasn't long before others noticed, schoolmates, beggars, boyfriends. It was obvious people were taking advantage of her, but she was steadfast in her beliefs and would not alter them, instead choosing to change her appearance to something a bit more intimidating.
Extra: Despite her pacifist nature, Yara is trained in basic swordplay and throwing knives for self-defense. She is pretty strictly against guns though.
Age: 23
Element: Water
Appearance:
Personality: Yara is a total sap, an adamant pacifist, she is as naive as they come, and willing to give the shirt off her back to a total stranger. She believes anything at face value, despite knowing that she shouldn't, and wholeheartedly believes that every person is good. In large part her general patheticness is responsible for her appearance. After shaving off half her hair, dying the rest, adding a few piercings, and carrying shiny blades where she can she found alot less people were willing to take advantage of her personality.
Bio: Born and raised in what was left of the Northern Water Tribe, her father was a "Spiritual advisor" spending most of his time at the spirit portal, while involved in her life he was never nearly as much as her mother. Her mother on the other hand was a rather high ranking official in the local militia. She was gruff tough, and took a pretty hardline approach to just about every situation. So it is no wonder that in her rebellious nature, Yara took after her father's passive attitude. She took to meditating on problems rather than taking action against them, and whether it was actually working or that everyone was just terrified of what her mother might do to them if things didn't work out. Things always did for Yara.
Eventually though her parents felt it was pretty apparent that living in what amounted to the remnants of a once great civilization with no real stations to aspire to wasn't what they wanted for her. They sent her to Ba Sing Se to live with her rather wealthy uncle. Unfortunately though the change of scenery wasn't something she took to very well. She was homesick, the city was massive, and completely foreign to her. She spent almost all of her free time for a long time just meditating, not entirely sure what she was trying to accomplish. Eventually though she gave up and ventured into the world, though she quickly found that despite still living a rather comfortable lifestyle, everything had changed. She was no longer the daughter of a woman who would blow your brains out at a whim. She was the naive niece of a rich fat uncle who himself was rather detached. It wasn't long before others noticed, schoolmates, beggars, boyfriends. It was obvious people were taking advantage of her, but she was steadfast in her beliefs and would not alter them, instead choosing to change her appearance to something a bit more intimidating.
Extra: Despite her pacifist nature, Yara is trained in basic swordplay and throwing knives for self-defense. She is pretty strictly against guns though.
Appearance picture died somehow, so I changed it to something more fitting the Avatar artstyle.
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