Post by Amaihana Okashi on May 10, 2020 9:00:38 GMT -4
AMAIHANA OKASHI
BASIC INFORMATION
Alias: Whitefang
Player Name: Bones!
Faceclaim/Series: OC - Artist Katefox
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Affiliation: Civilian
Height: 120 cm
Weight: 47kg
Hair/Style: Dark Brown
Skin/Scars: Fair; Minor scars over legs and arms
Eyes: Golen
Notables: Fox ears upon the top of her head, a large bushy tail. Always smells sweet like candy.
Player Name: Bones!
Faceclaim/Series: OC - Artist Katefox
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Affiliation: Civilian
Height: 120 cm
Weight: 47kg
Hair/Style: Dark Brown
Skin/Scars: Fair; Minor scars over legs and arms
Eyes: Golen
Notables: Fox ears upon the top of her head, a large bushy tail. Always smells sweet like candy.
APPEARANCE AND PERSONALITY
Appearance:
A rather short and slim girl, she has yet to have the goods to go into the right places. She's fidgety and springy and has a hard time staying still. Even though physically, she shares more traits with a fox, she's really more similar to that of a squerrel or raccoon in nature. It could be her youth, or it could be all of the sugar in her system. She wears thin, light, and few layers of clothing. Any cloth can weigh her down, and halt her movements. She understands that the more of her skin that can breathe, the easier it is to use her quirk. She could wear clothing just like anyone else, but then the risk of destroying a nice jacket is at risk. She tends to stick with cheaper end clothing, and few if any. Just enough to be clothed in society and not get too many stares.
POSITIVE
✔ Kind ✔ Helpful ✔ Smart
NEGATIVE
✖ Stubborn ✖ Foolish ✖ Immature ✔ Way too many dice
LIKES
✔ Knights ✔ Fantasy Books ✔ Candy ✔ Dice
DISLIKES
✖ Rules ✖ Superheroes ✖ Chores
Personality:
Amaihana is a girl who is easily lost in stories and books. She wants to be anywhere but reality. She'll sit and listen to a stranger tell a tall tale than to listen about some pro-hero exploit that happened just a week ago just outside her out. Her dream is to travel into a different world full of elves and dwarves and heroes of old and magic. She finds quirks weird and mundane compared to alchemy and enchantments. She appreciates her family, and accepts candy making as an art that is both useful in today, and in the life she wants to live. To her, making candy is the most modern form of magic, and wants to learn other magics of the world. As long as she can explore her own private homebrew world that exists in her mind, everyone is just another character controlled by the big bad evil Dungeon Master everyone calls god.
A rather short and slim girl, she has yet to have the goods to go into the right places. She's fidgety and springy and has a hard time staying still. Even though physically, she shares more traits with a fox, she's really more similar to that of a squerrel or raccoon in nature. It could be her youth, or it could be all of the sugar in her system. She wears thin, light, and few layers of clothing. Any cloth can weigh her down, and halt her movements. She understands that the more of her skin that can breathe, the easier it is to use her quirk. She could wear clothing just like anyone else, but then the risk of destroying a nice jacket is at risk. She tends to stick with cheaper end clothing, and few if any. Just enough to be clothed in society and not get too many stares.
POSITIVE
✔ Kind ✔ Helpful ✔ Smart
NEGATIVE
✖ Stubborn ✖ Foolish ✖ Immature ✔ Way too many dice
LIKES
✔ Knights ✔ Fantasy Books ✔ Candy ✔ Dice
DISLIKES
✖ Rules ✖ Superheroes ✖ Chores
Personality:
Amaihana is a girl who is easily lost in stories and books. She wants to be anywhere but reality. She'll sit and listen to a stranger tell a tall tale than to listen about some pro-hero exploit that happened just a week ago just outside her out. Her dream is to travel into a different world full of elves and dwarves and heroes of old and magic. She finds quirks weird and mundane compared to alchemy and enchantments. She appreciates her family, and accepts candy making as an art that is both useful in today, and in the life she wants to live. To her, making candy is the most modern form of magic, and wants to learn other magics of the world. As long as she can explore her own private homebrew world that exists in her mind, everyone is just another character controlled by the big bad evil Dungeon Master everyone calls god.
HISTORY
Descended from a great clan, she was destined since birth to do great and wondrous things. In this world, she was the hero. She was the only one that could save everyone. . . At least, that was how she saw things.
Amaihana isn't some super well written character in some super extravagant story. She's not the knight who gets to save the princess. Though, why were knights saving princesses? Why couldn't one save a prince? She could save her prince, her dumb stupid prince charming locked away in his tower because he left the key on the otherside. Guys were stupid. But, that wasn't he reality.
She was born to a simple household, with a rather strange, but still simple trait. Her mother a woman born with fox ears and a tail like her mother before her, and her father just a simple guy. They weren't some great heroes who had an even greater kid. They were as simple as the farmers from her fantasy books. It was certainly a boring background to have, but it would probably lead to some interesting twists later on. Her life was simple, going to school like a normal kid, getting teased, up until she got a stick and swung the damn thing at the boy who just said one too many stupid things. School defined her as a troublemaker, but in her eyes, she was the one fighting back oppression. She was going to be a hero. And once she stood up for herself, most of it stopped, or at least turned into people calling her a beast, or an animal. Which, wasn't really inaccurate. Even if meant as an insult, it's hard to get mad about something that's true. Her father was there, always trying to help her. A loving man, a policeman.
When she was only nine, was when, she had the strangest character development. Her life had become the sad tales of the books she pretended to live in. The black, the darkness, the sorrow that filled her. She was becoming the traditional rogue she had been playing online. She was becoming the character she wanted to be, and she hated it. Her mother falling to pieces, and Amihana had every reason to go out and avenge her father's death. But that wasn't the story she wanted to live. It had started as a dream to rise a hero's tale, but all she wanted to do, was appreciate what she did have. She helped her mom plan it, in whatever way she could. She stuck by her side, and when the shop was opened, she spent hours there helping out. Homework was completed fast, to ease the burden on her mother. She was not the hero from the tale, but would rise the merchant, that everyone loved to see return in another chapter. All she needed now, was the magic items. All she needed now, was her mother.
Amaihana isn't some super well written character in some super extravagant story. She's not the knight who gets to save the princess. Though, why were knights saving princesses? Why couldn't one save a prince? She could save her prince, her dumb stupid prince charming locked away in his tower because he left the key on the otherside. Guys were stupid. But, that wasn't he reality.
She was born to a simple household, with a rather strange, but still simple trait. Her mother a woman born with fox ears and a tail like her mother before her, and her father just a simple guy. They weren't some great heroes who had an even greater kid. They were as simple as the farmers from her fantasy books. It was certainly a boring background to have, but it would probably lead to some interesting twists later on. Her life was simple, going to school like a normal kid, getting teased, up until she got a stick and swung the damn thing at the boy who just said one too many stupid things. School defined her as a troublemaker, but in her eyes, she was the one fighting back oppression. She was going to be a hero. And once she stood up for herself, most of it stopped, or at least turned into people calling her a beast, or an animal. Which, wasn't really inaccurate. Even if meant as an insult, it's hard to get mad about something that's true. Her father was there, always trying to help her. A loving man, a policeman.
When she was only nine, was when, she had the strangest character development. Her life had become the sad tales of the books she pretended to live in. The black, the darkness, the sorrow that filled her. She was becoming the traditional rogue she had been playing online. She was becoming the character she wanted to be, and she hated it. Her mother falling to pieces, and Amihana had every reason to go out and avenge her father's death. But that wasn't the story she wanted to live. It had started as a dream to rise a hero's tale, but all she wanted to do, was appreciate what she did have. She helped her mom plan it, in whatever way she could. She stuck by her side, and when the shop was opened, she spent hours there helping out. Homework was completed fast, to ease the burden on her mother. She was not the hero from the tale, but would rise the merchant, that everyone loved to see return in another chapter. All she needed now, was the magic items. All she needed now, was her mother.
