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ρєутσи נαу fαяяσи
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ғɪʀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ;; Peyton

ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ;; Jay

ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ;; Farron

ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs ;; Brownie and Sweetpea (Only by her father.)

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ;; October 29, 1999.

ᴀɢᴇ ;; 15

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ;; Female

sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄʜᴏsᴇɴ ;; Bulbasaur

ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ;; Venasaur , Raine , Nimbeon , Pyroar, Nereid CurrenBou , and Gloline

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[font=times new roman] ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ;; A dark, oak colored brown.

ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ;; Her eyes are unique in that she seems to have two shades of colors. In the light , her eyes are a brillian light oak color. However , in the dark , they seem almost black.

sᴋɪɴ ᴛᴏɴᴇ ;; A pale , peachy color.

ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ғᴛ. ;; 5'2

ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ʟʙs. ;; 121.7

ʙᴇsᴛ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ;; Her eyes are her best feature. The shimmering brown in her eyes , and the change in her eyes either in light or dark.

ᴡᴏʀsᴛ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ;; She feels like her hair is her worst feature. Not because of her natural color , because of it's length. Her mother made cut her hair when she was little , only leaving a little bit for her to make two pig tails hanging from the back of her head.

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[font=times new roman] ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs ;;
1} Her strange friendliness to everybody she meets. Her father introduced her to this at a young age because of her father's constant moving , forcing the rest of her family to go with him.
2} Her sleeping problem. She has a problem with sleeping. She doesn't sleep too little. It's not Insomnia , but infact the complete opposite. She sleeps WAY too much , and it's hard to wake her. The only way her older sister could wake her so they could go to school is by taking the time to dump ice water on her.
3} She really dislikes Bug Type pokemon. It's been something she disliked ever since a Weedle landed on her face while she was in the forest with her Sister.

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ;;

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ;; Peyton was born in Celadon City, being the second daughter of Edward Farron and May Farron , a couple working for a traveling journalist company that made stories on the super natural events that took place in the cities and regions of the Pokemon World. She grew up moving from town to town every year or so , so her closest friend was her older sister , Taylor. Taylor was three year olders than Peyton , and she was Peyton's best friend. However , Taylor soon left on her own pokemon journey when she was twelve , leaving nine year old Peyton with her parents , and her new , two month old baby brother named Casey. Peyton slowly started to section herself off from the other kids in school , knowing having good friends would rip at her heart when she would move to the next town her parents where put in. However , Edward quickly found out about it when he asked about her friends. He quickly sighed her up, hoping that she would make friends on the journey.

ᴛᴏᴡɴ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀᴛᴇᴅ ;; Celadon City , Kanto.

ᴋɪɴ ᴏʀ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴs ;; Edward Farron {Father}
May Farron {Mother}
Taylor Farron {Older Sister}
Casey Farron {Baby Brother}

ᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇʀs ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀs ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ;; Hm.. Probably everyone.

ᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs ;; I actually don't know.

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[font=times new roman] sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ;; Straight >;l

ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ;; Single [size=4pt]*Wink Wink*[/size]

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ ʙʏ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ;;Rhydrian

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ ʙʏ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ;; Jackson or Rhydrian .-.

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ;; She's partly skilled in the Chello , and she was gifted her bulbasaur by her mother before she left to the journey,

ʀᴇᴀʟ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅᴀʀʏ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ;; Articuno!

ғᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅᴀʀʏ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ;; Starotheon.

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[font=times new roman] ғɪʀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ;; William

ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ;; Kain

ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ;; Slate

ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs ;; Will , Willy , Nature Boy(School kids >;l)

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ;; April 3rd , 1997

ᴀɢᴇ ;; 17

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ;; Male

sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄʜᴏsᴇɴ ;; Totodile

ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ;; Feraligatr, Siberizen , Ignagle, Mothragron , Simboulder , and Arcanine

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[font=times new roman] ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ;; Dirty Blond with darker streaks running through it.

ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ;; A cool hazel.

sᴋɪɴ ᴛᴏɴᴇ ;; A pale-ish color.

ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ғᴛ. ;;6'5

ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ʟʙs. ;;186.2

ʙᴇsᴛ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ;; He really likes his height. He was one of the tallest guys in his grade at one point , but many other people didn't like that. He doesn't seen any advantage to his height , though, Unless you want something off the top shelf of a aisle.

ᴡᴏʀsᴛ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ;; Just because HE likes his height , doesn't mean other people like it. Only his friends thought his height was cool , but most of the other kids disliked this - mostly because it was harder to pick on the tall boy that simply sat in the meadows outside the school.

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[font=times new roman] ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs ;;
1} His height (Duh..)
2} His awkwardness. He's a VERY awkward guy , mostly mumbling his words since he's too afraid to say something , since he'll think that someone will get offended.
3} His Totodile. Oh gawd , his Totodile. His totodile is the complete OPPOSITE of him , and Will won't give him up. Matter of fact , he will protect that thing with his life.

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ;;

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ;;

ᴛᴏᴡɴ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀᴛᴇᴅ ;;Surprisingly , he was born actually in Petalburg City. He moved to Goldenrod City a few months after his birth.

ᴋɪɴ ᴏʀ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴs ;; Michael Slate {Father.}
Isabell Slate {Mother , Deceased.}

ᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇʀs ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀs ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ;;

ᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs ;;

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[font=times new roman] sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ;;

ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ;;

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ ʙʏ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ;;

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ ʙʏ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ;;

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ;;

ʀᴇᴀʟ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅᴀʀʏ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ;;

ғᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅᴀʀʏ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ;;

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ғɪʀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ;;
Yuzuki

ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ;;
Chandra

ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ;;
Yamoto

ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs ;;
Zuki, Chan, Yu

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ;;
August, 24,

ᴀɢᴇ ;;
sixteen

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ;;
Feminine

sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄʜᴏsᴇɴ ;;
Oshawatt

ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ;;

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[font=times new roman] ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ;;
ginger

ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ;;
One is pale violet, the other is always covered up.

sᴋɪɴ ᴛᴏɴᴇ ;;
creamy peach

ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ғᴛ. ;;
4'10

ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ʟʙs. ;;
102 lbs

ʙᴇsᴛ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ;;
Her eyes

ᴡᴏʀsᴛ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ;;
Her height

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[font=times new roman] ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs ;;
Open minded, Empathetic, Big Heart

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ;;
It is easy to see the wonder in her patrician, gentle eyes as she spoke or merely listened, the dreams she conjured out of thin air. One could see the wheels turning in her head as inspiration knocked patiently at her mind's door. She is so transparent, so innocent, so delicate. She had a knack for speaking the uncomfortable or unfortunate truth, not worrying about being too painfully honest or damaging reputations. But she showes that she was also capable of a greater, more powerful love than anyone could ever truly understand. She has spoken only calm and soothing words when the emotions of her friends got too out of hand. She has suffered angry blows from anyone mad enough to turn on her, insults falling like raindrops in a thunderstorm. Yet her serene air is enough to bring a comforting lull to anyone's dismal spirit.

She is patient, her actions never hurried or tense. She allows her life to unravel before her, and even in the face of danger kept a gently stoic visage. She doesn't wear masks; she instead weaes her heart, mind, and soul on her sleeve. She is hands-down the most merciful, tenderhearted cat anyone could meet. She expressed nothing but kindness to those who replied with inappropriate humour or pure insults. She would go out of her way to rush to the aid of somebody she barely knew, whether that meant dropping her own priorities. Everyone is her priority. She is a comforting presence to have when she was needed, or even when she is not. It didn't matter what sort of horribly situation there was, she could make it better.

She treated everyone she met with the utmost politeness, no matter who they were, or what their relationship was. Even those who had humiliate her on multiple occasions are given the same friendly air from the lovely girl. Yes, it was true that she would stand up for what she believed was right, her words powerful and backed up strongly, but she always has the most courteous way of doing it that she was often overlooked. There are times she is so honest that it was almost uncomfortable. She doesn't have the social sense to refrain from pointing out an awkward truth, but still managed to do it in a respectful fashion. She can notice aspects and angles that nobody else had observed, not hesitating to display the lopsided point of view that she had on things, and see things for what they really were. Maybe, everyone else seeing things lopsided, through a wonky carnival mirror that stretched and altered their perception. Maybe they see everything with blinders not unlike the ones that racehorses wore, or through a pair of dark-tinted sunglasses that only showed silhouettes. Maybe she is really the only who knew what was going on.

It was a known statistic that she keeps every secret that she is told. She is respectful enough to keep other people's business away from the rabid mob of gossipers. She keeps those important bits of information between her, and the party who had been keeping the secret. She has a certain enchanting quality that has people feel a certain ease around her. They trusted her enough to know that she wouldn't harm them by letting the Bludger out of the case, so to speak. Her personality somehow magnetized people towards her, seducing them into telling her their heaviest secrets and feeling as light as a cloud afterward.

The essence of the girl her spirit, is even more beguiling in comparison to her looks. She sees the goodness in everyone, that figurative beacon of white light that shone in the beating hearts of every single person. It didn't matter who this person was, even if they were the darkest of people; She would see what this person could be, the potential they had. She knew that even the darkest hearts aren't all bad. And those walls that each individual built up around themselves? The stars would zoom down from the heavens at a speed faster than light itself, and smash down those walls, brick by boring brick.
WIP

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ;;
I was born in an asylum...oh sorry jumping ahead there. Alright so my mom was a famous champion they called Little Red because of her hair and her love of canine pokemon. She also ran around in a red cloak with basket full of goodies for her canine pokemon, but that is irrelevant. There wasn't much on her past, she was one of those trainers who started out with nothing and built something. She became a well known and beloved champion, but sadly her story hits and bump and than goes down way down from there. She fell in love with a challenger, a handsome young man who could even charm a Serperior with that tongue of his.

It was love after a humiliating defeat on the man's side. The two met a few times on Hana, my mother's, free days. About a year later they were married and my mother was a young retired champion. They had enough money that they didn't really need to work, living off of my mother's winnings as the league champion. They lived happily for a month and than the supposed lover fell down the stairs and broke his neck. I refuse to believe that they were have serious problems, I do not think that my mother pushed him down the stairs when she found out he was going to her leave her for another woman. That is all preposterous.

But die he did and with his death my mother slowly spiralled into the depths of the insanity. It came to the point that they had to rehabilitate her when she became a very large menace to the community and a threat to those around her. Her pokemon were taken from her and she was locked up in an asylum. Where did I come from? Well my mother told me once I was a gift from Arceus, but the doctors in the asylum thinking it was something a little different. The asylum was mix gendered and those who ran it didn't always keep an eye on their charges. I like to believe my mother despite everyone else's words.

But anyway my mother was clearly not fit to care for me so I was placed in the care of my only other known relative my grandmother. She was very much like my mother, sweet, loving, dreamy, and well respected by every one she met. She had a very large heart and taught me that even when days are bad or your stuck in the a dark place, smile you won't be stuck there forever. So to this day I tried to live by that, smile even when I feel down. It has been a great help so far.

Around the age if four I contract some disease that cost me my left eye. It was pulled from my socket during surgery and instead of giving me a replacement I was given a glass doll eye. It was a different color from my violet one and so I keep it hidden from sight. My childhood was not the loveliest, every one from children to adults shunned me. It didn't help that I took insults with a smile or asked for their help when they hid my stuff in school, it didn't help when I spoke to my imaginary friends near them or walked around with a smile on my lips. But I simply accepted their hatreds and lived on.

I visited my mother daily even the days she wanted no visitors. Even the days she was violent and half crazed with grief and depression. There were days I came home with teeth marks and gashes in my arms or bruises and blood on my face when the guards weren't quick enough to restraint her. There were days when she couldn't remember me and days where she was extra upset and verbally abused me far worse than any little taunts the children threw at me, but I loved her and took each day step by step. My mother died just last year, I was scorned for smiled at her funeral. Those who remembered her as their beloved champion paid their farewells and glared at me.

I look just like my grandmother told me. She also told me about the madness that seems to run in my family. Her mother was locked away when she was a child as well, apparently hearing voices, seeing things, and even understanding pokemon is nothing new within my bloodline, you just have to act somewhat normal to fit in. I still dint know about me, I don't talk to pokemon but I can hear voices, and see things others can not. I am hoping this journey might help me out with my problems. I remember to always smile even though I am broken.

ᴛᴏᴡɴ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀᴛᴇᴅ ;;
Nevuma

ᴋɪɴ ᴏʀ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴs ;;
{Mother}Hana(Recently Deceased)
{Grandmother}Luka(On her death bed)[/color]

ᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇʀs ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀs ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ;;
TBA

ᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs ;;
TBA

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[font=times new roman] sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ;;
Bisexual

ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ;;
Single

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ ʙʏ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ;;
TBA

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ ʙʏ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ;;
TBA

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ;;

ʀᴇᴀʟ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅᴀʀʏ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ;;
Mew

ғᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅᴀʀʏ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ;;
Griffrost

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[font=times new roman] ғɪʀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ;;
Calypso

ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ;;
Amunet

ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ;;
Neferet

ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs ;;
Cal, Amun, Nef

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ;;
December, 6

ᴀɢᴇ ;;
Seventeen

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ;;
Feminine

sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄʜᴏsᴇɴ ;;
Torchic

ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ;;
WIP

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[font=times new roman] ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ;;
Dark Violet

ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ;;
Gold, like a cat's

sᴋɪɴ ᴛᴏɴᴇ ;;
Dark Brown

ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ғᴛ. ;;
5'11

ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ʟʙs. ;;
128 lbs

ʙᴇsᴛ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ;;
Personality

ᴡᴏʀsᴛ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ;;
Her persistence

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[font=times new roman] ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs ;;
Wisdom, Wit, appearance

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ;;
Fighting and defending herself have always been the main objectives in her life. To fight is to live, and to live is to fight. She enjoys putting her skills to the test and learning new tactics, but this doesn't mean she's blood thirsty. Far from it, actually. She sees herself as a protector sent to safeguard those who have done no wrong. Her days are often spent watching over others from a safe distance, diligently keeping any and all threats at bay.

It's been proven over the years that getting close to this gal is easier said then done. She isn't much for conversations, and hardly ever lets any emotions escape her heavily protected heart. She prefers to interact with others only when she's confident that they can be trusted. But even then the things she says will be short and straight to the point. It takes a lot of time and dedication to crack her thick shell, but once you've been accepted, you'll gain a friend for life. With her steadfast morals and unwavering nerve, she will never fear battle or stray from the path laid down before her. It is in her nature to dedicate her heart and soul to a select few she sees fit to respect. And once her services have been acquired, she would gladly lay down her own life if asked.

At this point you must think of her as nothing more then a working and fighting machine. Well my friend, there is still a side to this being you have yet to see. Like any female, she possesses a compassionate and even maternal trait. It may not be shown often, but in truth, she deeply cares for others. Their pain is her pain, and their joy is her joy. When threatened, she will fight till her very last breath to insure their safety. Protecting those she cares for is one of the only ways she knows to express her affection. Having grown up in a hostile environment, she never learned how to shower others with words of praise or how to help console them in their times of sorrow. All that she can truly offer is words of wisdom, a helping hand, and a shoulder to cry on when they seek a way to vent their emotions. It is with these few skills that she has made it through life so far.

To be honest, she would probably prefer to be in a corner and watch from the background. Unfortunately for her, life doesn't really work out that way. She is often times forced to take charge of a situation. Stupid or over-dramatic people annoy her, but she has learned to put a mask over these types of emotions, though from time to time she will grit her teeth to stop herself from lashing out at said cat. She can have a sharp tongue from time to time, but only when it is needed. She isn't an old cat yet, folks. Mostly, however, she likes to stay quiet and watch what everyone else is doing. She learn that way, you know. She is very observant, and is very good at looking at all of her options before making a decision on a given situation. Given, this also makes her pretty intelligent and the things she has seen and learned make her as wise as an elder. She won't hesitate to correct someone if they are wrong.

Though her emotion can be as fierce as a volcano, she does not always give herself over to blind emotions. She may act stubbornly and arbitrarily and lose her reason when she flares up. But she will forgive you afterwards and wishes to be forgiven. Sometimes she may forget to apologize. In fact she can become so busy with her work that she will have no time to explain herself. Though hot-tempered and arbitrary, she is respectful to elders. No matter what differences she may have with her family, she will offer her help resolutely and generously, leaving differences behind if her family needs her help. She always has a clear objectives in life, never idling about. She must have a cause to strive for, an objective to be realized, and the opportunity to make mistakes. Without ambitious plans, and the ability to pull her forces together to start afresh after failure, she is like a train that cannot run because of a shortage of fuel.

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ;;
WIP

ᴛᴏᴡɴ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀᴛᴇᴅ ;;
Not sure where she was born...lives in Littleroot now.

ᴋɪɴ ᴏʀ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴs ;;
Unknow, lived in Orphanage

ᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇʀs ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀs ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ;;
TBA

ᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs ;;
TBA

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[font=times new roman] sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ;;
Pansexual

ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ;;
Single

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ ʙʏ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ;;
TBA

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ ʙʏ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ;;
TBA

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ;;
TBA[Plotting]

ʀᴇᴀʟ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅᴀʀʏ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ;;
Entai

[color#red] ғᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅᴀʀʏ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ;; [/color]
Aoseidon

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