"Treat your heart well. You only have one."
Leine Creux; Lei
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Orientation:
Either is fine.
Gender:
Female. To be really frank - she don't care. She alternates between she and they pronouns.
Age:
21
Romantic Preference:
Don't know, don't care.
Abilities:
- Other than an unnaturally strong sixth sense, Leine is able to work with her feet to pick up things and is rather flexible.
Weapon(s):
- Dual blades, but that's it.
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Personality:
She's a rather quiet and awkward girl, though she can be very charismatic and charming when she wants to be. She's also learnt to be manipulative with her words and is rather clever with it, due to her mother; she knows how to get the things that she wants. She despises her own personality, which is why she tries to the best of her ability to not manipulate anyone. Due to her inability to trust others, she tends to talk to inanimate objects and herself; due to this, most people distance themselves from her, thinking she's weird for that. She likes to draw often, and her sketchbook is almost always with her. She prefers animals to humans, though she doesn't particularly hate humanity, only her mother. She likes to watch people.
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She heard the melody, as...
... she was having a particularly rough time; she was at the lowest point of her life.
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Biography
She's lived in the shadow of her younger brother.
Everyone else fawned over him; they found him adorable and likable. She, at the time, had been slightly chubby. She had cried to her mother about it, too. Why? Why was she always thrown to the side in favor of her brother, why was she always the outcast and ignored? What did she do to deserve this? Her own brother soaked in the affection and attention he received from everyone; without even meaning to, he came across to her as arrogant and a snob, due to how much he enjoyed the attention. She grew to hate him, even though she continued to fulfill the role of an elder sister.
"Nobody likes chubby girls, Leine," Her mother had jeered, lips curled in disgust and contempt. Her eyes widened at the tone that her mother used; she wasn't used to hearing such cruel words. She was just a little girl, after all. "Slim down. People will like you more."
She was twelve when her mother told her those words.
Of course, being a foolish twelve year old, she chose to believe her. Mother knows best, right? And so she went on an unhealthy diet, began to exercise excessively, until she collapsed due to strain to her leg and heatstroke. She also started hating herself. She started to cry more, started to blame herself for everything. It was her fault, that she was this ruined. Her fault. She understood why she was always second and never noticed. Who'd notice her anyway? Someone as disgusting as her?
One day, she decided to give up. She stopped going on diets, stopped exercising and starving. She came home with a bag of food and proceeded to eat in front of her mother, who was shocked and angered. She had a shouting match with her mother, who had knocked her against the wall in a fit of anger. She snapped and hit her mother as well, who was shocked that her usually compliant and obedient daughter had struck her. She packed a small bag full of clothes and grabbed whatever was left of her savings and left. She went to a hairdresser and got most of her long hair cut, and shaved the back. She then slept in an alley for two days. She got beaten up by homeless people, who said that she “took their spot”. She was wandering, hungry, when she heard the melody.
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Weaknesses/Fears
- abandonment
- dark, cramped spaces
- her mother.
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// She tends to carry around a bag of snacks, now that she's free of her mother and wanting to do something for herself. She sleeps anywhere and everywhere. She's usually found easily. She's not a morning person, and usually requires at least fifteen minutes after she's woken up to orient herself.