Post by Quetzacotlchu on Jul 26, 2009 22:33:36 GMT -5
Name: Hakira Cymbalis (Cheem-bah-lees)
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Appearance: Hakira is rather short for a fifteen-year-old girl, standing at a mere four foot seven, and has often been confused with being younger than she really is. She has rich, dark brown skin that has the overall rough, calloused feeling of those who spend a great deal of time outside. Her short, mid-cheek length hair is silvery white in color, and when hit with the right light its sheen can be comparable to that of snow. She has violent, hot pink eyes that shimmer with mischief and trickery; they are usually accompanied by a "yer darn right I'm up to something" kind of smile. Tattooed onto her face are three light blue stripes, two on the right and one on the left. They streak diagonally downwards from her eyes. She has let the nails on her fingers grow out a bit; they're not easily breakable and are quite sharp. She can usually be seen keeping her nails to size by filing them on a highly fashionable nail file.
Her attire usually consists of a black shirt and a pair of khakis. The black shirt is sleeveless; it's one of those kinds that forms a collar around her neck, then swoops down under her arms and covers her to about mid-back from the bottom up. The shirt usually gains a variety of stains on it throughout the day, but should she be lucky enough to find a creek she does get it washed out. Her khakis, torn down to frayed capris by now, are much harder to clean when it comes to stains. There are still visible (though faded) grass stains on both her knees and the outside of her left thigh. There are also spots of dirt that appear faded and brushed away, as though mud had been allowed to cake up, dry there, and was then removed manually. Her shoes are nothing special; simple white sneakers that are, by now, definitely not so white anymore.
Personality: If you wanted a one word description of Hakira from her peers, it would most likely be "Oh God, don't even get me started...!" She does her best to live up to this too. She's wisecracking, smart-alecky, sarcastic, and her first impression towards people tends to make them either strongly dislike her or just be untrusting in general. She enjoys taunting her enemies and just generally mocking others in a friendly manner. Arguing is like a hobby to her; she'll keep debating for as long as she can. She just seems to enjoy it, and often never really takes her squabbles seriously. Though actually optimistic, she finds more humor in pretending her outlook on life is very negative, and she will often be the first to make the comment "'We're doomed" should she get herself into a situation where the outcome looks grim. Despite her overall rude mannerisms, she does have some traces of morality within her (though if you asked, she'd definitely tell you otherwise).
One has to wonder how she managed to befriended anyone in the first place.
Hakira is also the down-and-dirty sort; she is not afraid to get messy and actually has a pretty hard time understanding those who wish to remain clean all the time. Whether it be swimming in what could possibly be a contaminated creek, to chasing after Pokemon because they stole some food from her, she always seems to be getting messy in some form or another. But it's all in good fun, right?
History: This is disappointing, I realize, but Hakira's past is nothing short of boring. She was born into a rather large farming family, and was the only girl of seven total children to boot. Her survival depended on the complete dampening of any emotion having to do with sympathy or self-pity, a good sense of self (and humor), and being strong enough to kick all the butts of her brothers should she ever see the need to. Considering her size, using brute strength in such situations could get her into trouble, so naturally she was inclined to go the intelligent, mousy, dodgy, and reverse psychology route. Not perhaps because she couldn't take them in a fight, but moreso that she didn't really feel she should be wasting the energy needed for such a feat.
To say that her parents were a mite disappointed when she decided to be a trainer instead of a farmer is a bit of an understatement. Oh, they were quite irate. She may not exactly have left the house under consenting conditions... But it's not like this is the first time. Well, it's the first successful time. And she did make sure to leave a letter, so it's all good. You won't tell on her, right?
Affiliation: Neutral
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Appearance: Hakira is rather short for a fifteen-year-old girl, standing at a mere four foot seven, and has often been confused with being younger than she really is. She has rich, dark brown skin that has the overall rough, calloused feeling of those who spend a great deal of time outside. Her short, mid-cheek length hair is silvery white in color, and when hit with the right light its sheen can be comparable to that of snow. She has violent, hot pink eyes that shimmer with mischief and trickery; they are usually accompanied by a "yer darn right I'm up to something" kind of smile. Tattooed onto her face are three light blue stripes, two on the right and one on the left. They streak diagonally downwards from her eyes. She has let the nails on her fingers grow out a bit; they're not easily breakable and are quite sharp. She can usually be seen keeping her nails to size by filing them on a highly fashionable nail file.
Her attire usually consists of a black shirt and a pair of khakis. The black shirt is sleeveless; it's one of those kinds that forms a collar around her neck, then swoops down under her arms and covers her to about mid-back from the bottom up. The shirt usually gains a variety of stains on it throughout the day, but should she be lucky enough to find a creek she does get it washed out. Her khakis, torn down to frayed capris by now, are much harder to clean when it comes to stains. There are still visible (though faded) grass stains on both her knees and the outside of her left thigh. There are also spots of dirt that appear faded and brushed away, as though mud had been allowed to cake up, dry there, and was then removed manually. Her shoes are nothing special; simple white sneakers that are, by now, definitely not so white anymore.
Personality: If you wanted a one word description of Hakira from her peers, it would most likely be "Oh God, don't even get me started...!" She does her best to live up to this too. She's wisecracking, smart-alecky, sarcastic, and her first impression towards people tends to make them either strongly dislike her or just be untrusting in general. She enjoys taunting her enemies and just generally mocking others in a friendly manner. Arguing is like a hobby to her; she'll keep debating for as long as she can. She just seems to enjoy it, and often never really takes her squabbles seriously. Though actually optimistic, she finds more humor in pretending her outlook on life is very negative, and she will often be the first to make the comment "'We're doomed" should she get herself into a situation where the outcome looks grim. Despite her overall rude mannerisms, she does have some traces of morality within her (though if you asked, she'd definitely tell you otherwise).
One has to wonder how she managed to befriended anyone in the first place.
Hakira is also the down-and-dirty sort; she is not afraid to get messy and actually has a pretty hard time understanding those who wish to remain clean all the time. Whether it be swimming in what could possibly be a contaminated creek, to chasing after Pokemon because they stole some food from her, she always seems to be getting messy in some form or another. But it's all in good fun, right?
History: This is disappointing, I realize, but Hakira's past is nothing short of boring. She was born into a rather large farming family, and was the only girl of seven total children to boot. Her survival depended on the complete dampening of any emotion having to do with sympathy or self-pity, a good sense of self (and humor), and being strong enough to kick all the butts of her brothers should she ever see the need to. Considering her size, using brute strength in such situations could get her into trouble, so naturally she was inclined to go the intelligent, mousy, dodgy, and reverse psychology route. Not perhaps because she couldn't take them in a fight, but moreso that she didn't really feel she should be wasting the energy needed for such a feat.
To say that her parents were a mite disappointed when she decided to be a trainer instead of a farmer is a bit of an understatement. Oh, they were quite irate. She may not exactly have left the house under consenting conditions... But it's not like this is the first time. Well, it's the first successful time. And she did make sure to leave a letter, so it's all good. You won't tell on her, right?
Affiliation: Neutral
