MilksopMar 01, 2018Mar 01, 2018 at 07:55 AM
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* Personal history will be added the further character is developed / more of her story is revealed.
Name: Una, goes by Flea
Age: Twenty-four
Birthsign: The Steed [eighth of mid-year]
Race: Bosmer
Occupation: Former member of an all girl gang, they would often go in pairs to taverns around the wealthier areas of the Dominion to seduce men and lead them away from the public eye to beat them up and rob the men of their belongings. While in this gang and with the help of her "sisters," she also dealt drugs. Due to a falling out of which she makes a point not to touch on, the Bosmer is now a sort of jack-of-all trades but master of none although she does make the odd traveling merchant pay her not to beat them up with her trusty nail-studded baseball bat like maul.
Religion: Although her teeth are sharpened and she tends to wear traditional Bosmeri garb, Flea doesn't follow the Green Pact nor does she have any affiliation with any particular deity. At least not anymore.
Family: Unknown, though she mentions that she grew up with many brothers.
LOOKS
Height: 5'3"
Hair: Perhaps the most noticeable when one meets the young womer, would be that she lacks a full head of hair. Rather, Flea keeps her caramel colored locks in a short buzzcut. For every question about why she has such a hair style, she has two answers thus she is rather ambiguous about her trademark look. In fact, one might say she's shy about giving a direct answer.
Eyes: A light hazel hue, her eyes are very much almond shaped. There is a small mole under the corner of her right eye.
Facial Structure: Heart-shaped face with some angular aspects.
Body Structure: Somewhat muscular for one of her size, physical strength is very important to her and it shows with her toned physique. Though not terribly shapely, she has some curves that are better felt than seen. Her hands give off the impression of someone in the working class as they are rough and calloused. Flea is also in the habit of chewing her nails thus they are often nubby and slightly jagged.
Distinguishing Features: Temporary henna like tattoos cover her upper arms, the designs seem to change every few weeks. She also normally wears large hoop earrings. Flea has a little tattoo on the inside of her wrist of a tiny sprout. The Bosmer also has a nose piercing but it's more often out than in.
STATS
Skills [+]: Physical strength for one of her stature, street smarts, changing her voice [she doesn't see it so much as a skill but as a fun pastime to poke fun at others], knows extremely basic first aid, self confidence, using two-handed weaponry.
Neutral [/]: Lying.
Weaknesses [-]: Academic learning, cannot swim, reads at an adolescent level [she has dyslexia], surprisingly lacks the agility her kind is known for, stealth, hunting [she's better at trapping], using a bow and arrow, resigning on a subject/matter after she's been told no.
Likes: Peaches, doing her make-up as well as doing make-up for others, moon sugar candies, gullible suckers, playing pranks, a good fistfight, the colors pink, yellow, and orange, competition / contests, feeling important, frogs / toads, the heat, jade incorporated in jewelry, Imperial fashion, sisterhood, dancing, story-telling, being admired and pampered.
Dislikes: Most vegetables, being around educated people as it makes her feel stupid, reading, being around large bodies of water, beers and ales, oysters.
CHARACTER JAMS
[/] Synthetica by Metric: "... I can think for myself, I've got something no pill could ever kill ... So hard, hard to resist Synthetica, oh no drug is stronger than me, Synthetica, we're all the time confined to fit the mold, but I won't ever let them make a loser of my soul ..."
[/] Shoot Him Down by Alice Francis: "... Eye for eye and tooth for tooth you try to melt my heart, let loose, baby boy don’t wait for me, my kiss will hit you dangerously, night for night I cried and said to myself he’s there for me, honestly I do believe he is nothing but a joke ... I choke him, want to maltreat him, I want to squeeze him, and break his neck, neck, neck, neck ..."
[/] Cherry Bomb by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts: "... Hey street boy what's your style? Your dead end dreams don't make you smile, I'll give ya something to live for, have ya, grab ya, 'til you're sore ..."
[/] Deception by Le Tigre: "... I'm outta time, I'm outta fucking time, I'm a gasoline gut with a vaseline mind but want to disco? Want to see me disco? Let me hear you depoliticize my rhyme, one, two, three, four ..."
Name: Una, goes by Flea
Age: Twenty-four
Birthsign: The Steed [eighth of mid-year]
Race: Bosmer
Occupation: Former member of an all girl gang, they would often go in pairs to taverns around the wealthier areas of the Dominion to seduce men and lead them away from the public eye to beat them up and rob the men of their belongings. While in this gang and with the help of her "sisters," she also dealt drugs. Due to a falling out of which she makes a point not to touch on, the Bosmer is now a sort of jack-of-all trades but master of none although she does make the odd traveling merchant pay her not to beat them up with her trusty nail-studded baseball bat like maul.
Religion: Although her teeth are sharpened and she tends to wear traditional Bosmeri garb, Flea doesn't follow the Green Pact nor does she have any affiliation with any particular deity. At least not anymore.
Family: Unknown, though she mentions that she grew up with many brothers.
LOOKS
Height: 5'3"
Hair: Perhaps the most noticeable when one meets the young womer, would be that she lacks a full head of hair. Rather, Flea keeps her caramel colored locks in a short buzzcut. For every question about why she has such a hair style, she has two answers thus she is rather ambiguous about her trademark look. In fact, one might say she's shy about giving a direct answer.
Eyes: A light hazel hue, her eyes are very much almond shaped. There is a small mole under the corner of her right eye.
Facial Structure: Heart-shaped face with some angular aspects.
Body Structure: Somewhat muscular for one of her size, physical strength is very important to her and it shows with her toned physique. Though not terribly shapely, she has some curves that are better felt than seen. Her hands give off the impression of someone in the working class as they are rough and calloused. Flea is also in the habit of chewing her nails thus they are often nubby and slightly jagged.
Distinguishing Features: Temporary henna like tattoos cover her upper arms, the designs seem to change every few weeks. She also normally wears large hoop earrings. Flea has a little tattoo on the inside of her wrist of a tiny sprout. The Bosmer also has a nose piercing but it's more often out than in.
STATS
Skills [+]: Physical strength for one of her stature, street smarts, changing her voice [she doesn't see it so much as a skill but as a fun pastime to poke fun at others], knows extremely basic first aid, self confidence, using two-handed weaponry.
Neutral [/]: Lying.
Weaknesses [-]: Academic learning, cannot swim, reads at an adolescent level [she has dyslexia], surprisingly lacks the agility her kind is known for, stealth, hunting [she's better at trapping], using a bow and arrow, resigning on a subject/matter after she's been told no.
Likes: Peaches, doing her make-up as well as doing make-up for others, moon sugar candies, gullible suckers, playing pranks, a good fistfight, the colors pink, yellow, and orange, competition / contests, feeling important, frogs / toads, the heat, jade incorporated in jewelry, Imperial fashion, sisterhood, dancing, story-telling, being admired and pampered.
Dislikes: Most vegetables, being around educated people as it makes her feel stupid, reading, being around large bodies of water, beers and ales, oysters.
CHARACTER JAMS
[/] Synthetica by Metric: "... I can think for myself, I've got something no pill could ever kill ... So hard, hard to resist Synthetica, oh no drug is stronger than me, Synthetica, we're all the time confined to fit the mold, but I won't ever let them make a loser of my soul ..."
[/] Shoot Him Down by Alice Francis: "... Eye for eye and tooth for tooth you try to melt my heart, let loose, baby boy don’t wait for me, my kiss will hit you dangerously, night for night I cried and said to myself he’s there for me, honestly I do believe he is nothing but a joke ... I choke him, want to maltreat him, I want to squeeze him, and break his neck, neck, neck, neck ..."
[/] Cherry Bomb by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts: "... Hey street boy what's your style? Your dead end dreams don't make you smile, I'll give ya something to live for, have ya, grab ya, 'til you're sore ..."
[/] Deception by Le Tigre: "... I'm outta time, I'm outta fucking time, I'm a gasoline gut with a vaseline mind but want to disco? Want to see me disco? Let me hear you depoliticize my rhyme, one, two, three, four ..."