(Ok wow it took me way too long to realize I could've made a form at any time. Doing this on mobile, so sorry if it isn't very good)
(Also I had some fun with the form but I can make it more serious if I have to)
•Nike Gardener•
(Her middle name is Allison, but hush hush a witch might hear it)
•Nicknames•
Nike is sometimes shorted to "Ny," but not often. Her father called her "Nylon."
•Gender•
It's either a man in an elaborate skinsuit or she's female. I'm going with the latter.
•Age•
Graced the world with her presence twenty-two (22) years ago. Birthday is February 13.
•Species•
"Human," she tells herself in the mirror. "A squishy meat-sack stretched across a sickass skeleton," the mirror says back.
•Physical Description•
Nike Gardener is a "5-foot, 6-inch, pale-but-not-too-pale BAMF," as she describes herself. More accurately, Nike Gardener is a dirty blonde-haired girl with sharp eyes, a square jaw, and a round face, and the same muscle that everybody in the icy wasteland is required to have if they want to survive. Her hair is oft worn in a "warrior's wolf tail" (scruffy ponytail) down her back. Although her body curves into a roughly hourglass shape, Nike has a little pouch of belly fat (not her uterus pouch) that refuses to truly go away, so she just accepts it and calls it her "Walrus blubber."
•Personality Traits•
Nike is, despite bring pretty normal, kinda emotionally oblivious. Certain social cues fly right over her head, and anyone willing to be in a relationship with her is gonna have to be pretty obvious about it. On the positive side, Nike knows about twelve different ways to kill someone, though it's debatable as to whether she actually could. Her life experience is mostly from reading or hearing stories from others, as she was raised in a bunker. Wide, open spaces absolutely fascinate her. Walking silently on snow is not one of her strongsuits.
Family of choice is also heavily important to Nike, and she quickly becomes clingy around people she trusts.
•Likes/Does not like•
Nike is a sucker for aesthetic, and (much like the French language) may add things to her home or appearance simply because it looks nice. Having been raised with snowstorms and blizzards the norm, Nike absolutely adores warm drinks and is basically dependent on coffee. Fluffy blankets are also one of her favored objects.
On the flip-side, Nike can't stand MREs ("They're all we ever eat! I can count on my hands the amount of times we've actually had a decent meal these past few months."), nor is she comfortable with the way her bunker mates live on a "kill first, ask questions later" basis. Because she was raised in a bunker, Nike also has a strong (but overcomable) distaste for Lycans despite never having met one before.
•Strengths•
Nike spends enough time at the bunker "fitness" room (an oversize closet/slightly small room with gym equipment in it) to have a decent body shape, as well as having sparred enough to know basic fighting techniques (thumbs on the outside of your fists, open stance, aim for the eyes or crotch and flee if you need to run, use your size to your advantage, don't—). Dealing with animals is a snap for Nike, as she leans herself on body language anyways and she exerts a clear Alpha presence (at least, with the dogs owned by her bunker mates).
•Weaknesses•
Nike's body is built primarily for running, and she only has a basic grasp on hand-to-hand fighting. Because most bunker-raised adults don't have any practice fighting, she believes she is much better than she actually is. Nike has no idea how to quietly traverse snow without moving at a snail's pace, nor does she know how to climb a tree. If she thinks someone can be trusted, she will immediately trust them like a long-time friend, without considering the consequences. Nike also has a hard time staying quiet, often humming or tapping a foot to fill the silence.
•A Brief History•
Nike Gardener has no memory of ever living outside of her bunker. If her father hadn't told her otherwise, she'd have thought she was born in it. As he told her, the Gardener family was intially American with German heritage, and Nike was born on a visit to her "ancestors' homeland." The planet had already started chilling at the point, so Ava decided to name her daughter after the Greek goddess of victory so her daughter would have strength.
By the time the bunkers were being established, Ava and Nikolas scrambled to the closest one they could find to keep their three-year-old daughter safe (assuming the bunkers were set up around the first year of snow).
At the ripe old age of eight years old, Nike had to be told that Ava had left the bunker and would never come back.
At the age of twenty-two, Nike finally volunteered to leave her home and search for any sort of vittles and/or fresh water to be scrounged up on the surface.
•Place of Birth/Family•
Nike was born in a quaint little German forest she couldn't name if you asked, to Ava and Nikolas Gardener. She is an only child due to her parents not wanting to bring another child into the suffocating Winter. Ava died in the earlier bunker days on a scouting mission for fresh food.
•Sexuality•
Asexual panromantic.
•Relationship Status•
Single as a Kris Kringle Pringle. (Buuuut I am open to possible relationships, just ask if you're curious)
•Romantic Interests•
Nope. (But, again, open and will most likely develop)
•Other•
Jeeze I spent like an hour on this form there are probably grammar mistakes, lemme know and I'll fix 'em. Also like Chickenscratch is have to say I'm probably more semi than advanced but I can do advanced writing/roleplay.
