Yushu Academy: University for Gifted Prodigies (On hold)

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Name: Evelina "Eve" Rozanov

Age: 21

Appearance: Standing at 5’8 with a weight of 125lbs, Eve possesses an uncanny likeness to a doll, especially as she sits at her desk, diligently writing notes or toiling away at her latest invention. Perhaps a robot, simply mimicking the likeness of a human, with how tirelessly she works, how faultlessly smooth her face remains; untouched by the contortion or creasing of emotional expression. This provides her with a youthful appearance, further accentuated by her soft facial features. Her big, baby blue eyes sparkle like two aquamarines, intelligent and curious, driven to push the boundaries of what is known. Her plump, pink lips are like two rose petals, shapely and inviting, yet seldom pulled into a smile, or a frown. Her nose is delicate, slender and high, but not too much so. All of it framed by her cascading locks of fine, champagne blonde hair that fall to her waist and frame her smooth, oval-shaped face.

With porcelain skin, long, slender limbs, tight with muscle and a lithe figure, Eve is not the most endowed of women, but is nonetheless an ethereal creature. With legs that go on for days, she moves with purpose and military discipline; shoulders back, chin up, and back straight, giving her a regal and surprisingly sturdy appearance as she glides across the room. Her hands, however, are marred by various cuts and scars, particularly on her fingers and palms, where she had been cut countlessly on various parts and tools over the years.

You will often find Eve in smart attire, wearing blouses, skirts, dresses and coats befitting of nobility, often paired with heeled boots fit for horseback riding, or perhaps military training, and a pair of leather gloves fit for working with tools. Her hair is often adorned with ribbons and tied into a bun, or alternatively, a low ponytail that trails down her back. Other than this, however, she seldom accessorizes, valuing efficiency over aesthetic. She flaunts a C cup and a thin waist. However, she always takes it upon herself to dress modestly.

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Tier: Second tier

Prodigy Type: Mechanical Engineering

Personality: Highly intelligent and hardworking, Eve is what most professors would consider the ideal scholar, possessing both a strong scientific mind, and a great capacity for creative thinking. She is not afraid of being considered a teacher’s pet; her hand always seems to be up during teaching time, be it to answer a question or ask some of her own and is always the last to leave the class. She is fully committed and engaged in her studies, and she sees no shame in that. Once she has her mind set on a goal, she will not rest until she has achieved it. Therefore, if she finds herself interested in a topic or struck with an idea for a new machine, she will work tirelessly until the machine has been successfully built and the topic is fully understood. Eve is very good at the integration of theoretical principles into practical uses, often finding solutions from the most unlikely sources, which provides her with very good problem-solving skills. With her military discipline, there is no challenge or obstacle that will hold her back for long. In fact, she is the type of person who would sooner starve to death than be stuck in a dead end. Eve is relentless, and she holds herself to a very high standard; determined to push herself to new heights in what she is passionate in.

From a social perspective, it is not uncommon for Eve to be perceived as an ice queen. Cold and unfeeling, unempathetic, uninterested and indifferent to everything that is happening around her. Her dedication to engineering has unfortunately left her with a tunnel vision that excluded… Well, the rest of what life has to offer. The years of being a shut-in has inadvertently stunted her ability to socialize, or even pick up on most social cues. This is further exacerbated by her blunt, to-the-point and brutally honest way of communicating which often causes her to unwittingly offend someone. She attempts to compensate for this by not speaking at all, which only creates more awkward and uncomfortable situations, especially when doing groupwork. She misses jokes and takes sarcasm at face value. She may be a genius when it comes to letters and numbers but speak to her and you might find she’s not quite as flawless as she first appears.

When it comes to her independent experiments, however, Eve crosses treads the line of “mad scientist” precariously, often building random, nonsensical machines that range from very innovative and helpful to very life-threatening and reckless. It also does not help that she seems to have a penchant for testing those contraptions on herself – perhaps because she simply lacks the ability to ask someone to test them on – which often results in frequent visits to the university medical center. It very much seems as though the reason behind these machines and tests is simply, “because she can”. When she is building or conducting tests, she becomes an entirely different person to the cool, aloof person that most people see when she is walking down the halls or sitting in class. Almost to a Jekyll and Hyde extreme. Her careful, cautious persona is replaced with a reckless, irresponsible mad-lass who probably should not be given access to so many power tools.

Country of Origin: Russia

Background: Born to an army general father and a countess mother, Eve was raised in the lap of luxury in the heart of Moscow with her two parents Ivan and Natalya. Being an only child, she had always received her parents’ full attention, often being spoiled with gifts and trips overseas. But only if she behaved, and with their eyes always being on her, that meant all the time. From a very young age, Eve was expected to always be on her best behavior; speak only when spoken to, be polite to guests, stand straight – never slouch – and finish everything on your plate. At age 5, she was made to learn ballet, and age 7, the harp. She had personal tutelage every single day from the age of 6 in preparation for primary school, and onwards until the end of secondary school. She was made to learn several languages – in order to properly converse with her parents’ guests and colleagues –among them French, Spanish, German and English in addition to her mother tongue. She studied every day of her life, and when she was not studying, she practiced ballet and the harp, and there was very little time she had in between, and for the longest time, she lived like an automated machine, performing tasks and routines with no real purpose other than to fulfill its master’s wishes. Therefore, Eve had grown up a very well-mannered, and even-tempered girl. Polite and obedient, brilliant and fitting of the Rozanov status.

Every year, she placed on top of her class, earning award after award from the prestigious school her parents had arranged for her to go to. She naturally excelled in mathematics, physics, and chemistry, and through blood, sweat, tears, and a bit of personal tutoring, she was also successful in linguistics, music, history, and economics. Out of everyone’s surprise, however – including that of her parents – she also showed promise in art, where she displayed incredible skill in sculpting, woodwork, and still life drawings. It seemed, any subject involving pen and paper – or anything requiring a textbook or something of the same affect – she picked up and excelled in right away. Her prowess in academics had not been kind to her social life, unfortunately. All the time she spent studying and practicing left her no time to spend with friends, not that she had any to begin with. Her success and eager contribution in class tended to rub some of the other students the wrong way, and her cold, unsociable demeanor drove away the rest of them. “Miss Perfect” was a nickname she would often hear, though, never said in a kind way. She had other nicknames, of course, including “Boring”, “Goody-Two-Shoes” and “Teacher’s Pet”. To the other students, she was arrogant and stuck up – her own ass, that is – but Eve never cared. And perhaps, in insight, that had been part of the problem. She had never cared about anyone but herself and her parents, because in her mind… Well, she didn’t know those people. They didn’t know her, and they never made an effort to get to know her. Or, if they did, then… She never quite learned how to properly respond. It was clear, however, that with her natural talent in the sciences and mathematics, her future had a very clear path to a STEM career, something which both her parents liked to brag about to their friends and colleagues. Eve was content. She was not unhappy, but… The opposite was also true.

One subject Eve had never been able to do well in, however, was Physical Education. It seemed, her brilliant mind had been a compensation for her horrendously inadequate physical prowess. Though she was comfortable with ballet, sports – it seemed – was an entirely different story. She could not run very far, she could not hit a baseball, avoid a dodgeball or climb a rope. She struggled to do a single push up and she had to be sent home one day when she was hit in the face by a football at the age of 12 which broke her nose. The trauma resulted in a deviated septum, which left her congested and gave her frequent nosebleeds – additionally, it had given her a crooked nose which her mother simply could not stand – and she was forced to go into surgery to correct it. The experience was quite traumatic for young Eve, and ever since then, she had become very adverse to sports balls. That was the start of the downward spiral for Eve, as ever since that day, she could not bring herself to pick up a sports ball and would often break down in tears if one happened to fly past her. She would plead the teachers to be excluded from the lessons and when they would not allow it, she would excuse herself to the toilets and wait there until the class ended. Due to this behavior, the other kids finally had an excuse to take out their long-suppressed dislike of her.

When before, Ivan’s military status had completely warded off any attempt at bullying Eve, her newly-found trauma gave them a method to torment her in a way that could not be reasonable proven as malicious. Everyone started carrying sports balls around in the hallways – be it baseballs, basketballs, or footballs – purposefully throwing it past her head at their friends to spook her, and even going as far as ‘accidentally’ hitting her from time to time, which often left her in tears, hiding in the toilet stalls to cry. Her locker would be filled to the brim with baseballs or tennis balls, and academic performance began to deteriorate. She would come home every day in tears, and she became more and more difficult to rouse in the morning. By the age of 14, Eve had started lying and skipping school, and it seemed, all hope for her bright future was slowly fading away.

It was at this age that her parents finally put their foot down. They pulled her out of school and homeschooled her, hiring tutors to teach her full time from home. Eve was relieved, but her father - who saw her avoidant behavior as a shameful weakness – decided that something needed to be done. To him, she was far too spoiled, and her inability to deal with the slight inconvenience of bullying - even letting it go as far as she had – had made him realized just how sheltered his daughter was. Hence, he wanted to punish her behavior, and the bad image it had given their family, as well as shape her up as his daughter, and the proper heiress to the Rozanov bloodline. You see, Ivan had always wanted a son, and he had planned to send him to the military as soon as he was able to follow in his footsteps. When he found that he had conceived a daughter instead, he had needed to put those dreams away. Natalya had been overjoyed to have a little girl, of course, and she did not allow Ivan to do anything with Eve that she deemed “unladylike”. Now, however, he had the reasoning that it was for her own good.

And with that, Eve was sent off to a military boot camp.

Despite being the general’s daughter and a Viscountess, Eve received no special treatment or advantages over the other recruits. In fact, life was made harder for her especially, being given the least favored activities to fulfill, be it chores around the barracks or certain routes for patrol. Enlisted in a training base in the vast tundra of Siberia, Eve needed to adapt to the harsh sub-zero conditions at the age of only 15, being the youngest recruit at the time. She endured grueling training and harsh discipline, far beyond what she had known. In that base, no one spoke kindly, they vocalized how they felt and let you know when you did something wrong. Their words were always blunt and harsh, and their disciplinary measures were even harsher. Every day she would wake at 5AM and train until it was time to sleep again, with only a lunch break in between. If she fell behind or came in last, she would be made to undergo additional training or repeat the activity until her superiors were satisfied. She was made to work harder, and longer than anyone else in the barracks, and Eve quickly learned that it was adapt or die. And for her, dying was most certainly not an option.

The next 2 years were no less gruelling. She was improving, yes, she could run faster, farther, and for longer periods of time. She learned to climb and crawl, fight, fire weapons and walk for long periods of time in full gear. But compared to the other recruits, she still lagged behind, and her father was determined to keep her there until she demonstrated otherwise. She worked hard every single day, but it seemed, no matter what she did, she simply could not distinguish herself above the other recruits. She was always doomed to be the at the back of the pack, the runt of the litter. Punishment after punishment she took, until it felt as if her muscles would tear and her bones would break, but she felt as if she were running in place. Tired, but, going nowhere. But if there was one thing she had been unfailingly gifted at, it was maintenance work. One of the punishments she would often receive was maintenance duty – from polishing shoes and helmets to cleaning guns and washing the four-wheelers – and what was intended to be a punishment instead became a solace from the chaos and disappointment of the training grounds. It was something all the other recruits loathed to do, but to Eve, the silence and the work was heaven. It had allowed her to discover and study all the nooks and crannies that each piece of machinery had to offer.

Taking apart guns was her favorite activity; to observe all the individual parts and then put them back together, appreciating how every single part slotted perfectly together and allowed it to function the way it did. The same went for the four-wheelers, where she would happily polish every single part under the hood and – when no one was looking – take them all out and tinker with each one. It had begun with poking and prodding, and before she knew it, she was conducting full on repairs and part replacements. She would often be the only person working, but, Eve never felt alone. She was perfectly content, surrounded by her machines, and the thought of being able to spend all the time she wanted with them at the end of the day, gave her the strength to push on. She had grown grit. Her skin was thicker, her steps more solid and sure, and her gaze, more determined. It seemed, you truly were a product of your surroundings, as her mannerisms soon changed to that of a military cadet’s unwavering discipline and straight-to-the-point style of communication.

At the age of 16, she finally got her chance. During a regular patrol drill, their four-wheeler became caught in a sudden onset snowstorm which froze the machines over and resulted in certain parts becoming brittle and snapping, stranding them in the middle of the Siberian tundra. With limited rations and no heat source, they were doomed to fall to hypothermia. It was here that Eve with her vast understanding of the mechanics and parts of the machines they kept at the barracks, was able to create makeshift substitute parts from their guns and radio using the onboard toolbox, cutting and welding together different pieces and parts to craft a rough replacement that managed to get the four-wheeler running again. As she worked, it was as if the parts simply… Spoke to her. It was almost intuitive, and despite the life-threatening situation they were in, she was not panicked or afraid. She was thrilled. They made it safely back to the base nearly a day longer than they were scheduled to arrive, and when Eve stepped out of the four-wheeler, she suddenly found herself in her father’s tight embrace. She thought she even saw him shed a tear that day. After the event, her father had finally asked – no, begged – her to come home. But that near-death experience had opened her eyes to what it was she actually wanted, and where she wanted to go in life. It transformed her desire to please into a desire to prove others wrong and show her worth. Therefore, to everyone’s surprise yet again, she chose to stay. She would succeed, on her own terms.

From that day, Eve learned to be a bit more… Disobedient. She pushed the rules a bit farther, tinkering and building when she should only be cleaning and polishing, using the resources that were made available to her in the wonder that was the storehouse. She still trained and patrolled, practiced drills and honed her combat skills, but now, she was also following the call of her heart. She built better radios, lighter and broadcasting at a wider range, with better battery life. She modified the vehicle radars and navigation systems. But what had caught her superior’s attention was when she built weapons. Landmines that can distinguish between ally and opponent, bombs, and traps of various mechanisms and complexity. Her father was notified of her “extracurricular activities”, of course, and she and her inventions were brought to the board of generals for review. Eve was not the slightest bit afraid, and it seemed, her confidence had been well-placed, as she was granted permission to continue developing her “projects”, and even provided her with the resources she requested. She was given a space to work in, which she quickly filled with various books on advanced mechanical engineering and tools. And blueprints. Lots and lots of blueprints. She built bigger and bigger projects, from armed drones to aim-assisted guns. They wanted it bigger, and badder, and she found, she was all too happy to oblige. Her creations soon filled her workshop from floor to ceiling, in every corner and crevice, some failed, some successful. When she did was not creating, she trained, and when she did not train, she studied some more. Back to her old routine, but, now she was finally happy. She discovered herself in her creations, the kind of person she was and how she can use her strengths to her advantage. She began working smarter, not harder, utilizing evasion and redirection techniques to excel in combat and resorting to tactical sabotage to place first on the training grounds.

At the age of 18, she had finally achieved her goal and become the top recruit in the training base. She had left a weak, fragile flower and returned a soldier, and her parents could not be any prouder of her. At this point, Eve realized that there was still so much she wanted to learn in order to increase her skills and build the things she wanted to build in the future, and thus, Yushu Academy was the clear choice. With her parents wholehearted support and guidance, she was able to earn a spot in Yushu’s school of mechanical engineering when she turned 19, and she has been diligently – almost obsessively - practicing every new theory and technique she learned since.

Sexual Preferences: In all 21 years of Eve’s life, she has not yet had a sexual encounter. Therefore, she isn’t quite certain what it is she likes or dislikes, but one thing for sure is that she definitely likes to take control of the situation. She isn’t one to lay quietly.

Extra:
- In addition to English, Eve speaks fluent French, Spanish, and German
- Normally, she speaks with a light Russian accent
- Eve also suffers from trypophobia
- She is extremely heat intolerant, and burns like a lobster from the slightest exposure to sunlight
- She has a genius-level IQ, but a below-average EQ
- This causes her to seemingly lack common sense as she overcomplicates minor inconveniences with overly elaborate solutions (ex. Building a machine to clean a fan so she doesn’t have to get dust in her face when she simply could have turned the fan off when cleaning it)
- She is what you would consider a “mad scientist”
- Although far from being considered a prodigy, Eve can dance ballet
- She is also very physically fit, and tries to exercise regularly
- Although she does not prefer to fight close combat, but she can at least hold her own in one
- Eve has very limited cooking skills, therefore, she relies heavily on catering services
- She can kill a plastic plant and should probably never own a pet
- She regularly hand-writes letters to her parents
- Her prized possession is a custom-made silver wax stamper that her parents got her for her 10th birthday. It holds her family crest, and she uses it to seal all her letters.
- That is the only form of social interaction she has outside of class hours

Potential plots involving your character? What would you like to see your character do, be involved in?: I’d love for Eve to meet someone who brings her out of her shell and be more open to friendships. Perhaps she could find a rival too, who pushes her out of her comfort zone. And obviously finding a significant other to help her brave the evil plans I’ve arranged for her too MWAHAHAHA!

Likes: Quiet, organised spaces, collecting unattended pens/pencils, freshly washed clothes, machines (AKA anything with a battery, runs on electricity, and/or reduces human effort in general), clocks, gears, robots, a fully equipped toolbox, power tools, automated vehicles, fresh blueprint paper, new bottles of ink, classical music, record players, privacy, Snowdrop flowers, clean gadget screens, building machines and contraptions, testing her machines and contraptions, taking things apart and putting them back together, conducting research, making charts, crossing off items on her to-do list, 3D printers, frozen yogurt

Dislikes: People touching her machines and equipment, people coming into her room, physical contact, small talk, crowds, noise (sound of multiple people talking), hot weather, spicy foods, energy drinks, disorganized spaces, missing or misplaced items, creased paper, folded book pages, smudged ink, messy handwriting, freeloaders, cheaters, liars and being lied to, stickers that tear halfway, sunburns, soda, and irregular patterns or clusters of small holes or bumps, sports balls

Strengths/Advantages:
- Highly intelligent, creative, and resourceful with near-perfect recall; Eve has a good balance between the left and right side of her brain
- Resilient, thick-skinned, and independent; almost nothing gets to her anymore, thanks to her experience in the military
- Confident, driven, and ambitious; Eve will go to the ends of the world to see her goal fulfilled, and she has full confidence in herself that she will accomplish it.
- Fearless and devoted; if you are someone she respects, she will do anything for you
- Follows orders well
- Knows how to hold her own in a fight

Weaknesses/Flaws:
- Apathetic and blunt; often offends or hurts people’s feelings without really meaning to
- Unable to socialize with people and form meaningful connections. Mostly because she’s shy.
- Lacks communication skills; misses non-verbal cues or tacit messages
- Has trouble expressing herself
- Always overcomplicates and overthinks things
- When it comes to her experiments, has a blatant disregard for her own and others’ safety
- Somewhat entitled
- Doesn’t know how to relax

Ons and Offs: Conduct your research. 

[Lynnette]

Alright, ended up making some pretty sweeping changes to Valentina, mainly just detailing a bit more what her ambitions are, altering the story a little, and changing her around enough that she's not just a depressed alcoholic

[LamentingQuill]

Name: Evelina "Eve" Rozanov

Age: 21

Appearance: Standing at 5’8 with a weight of 125lbs, Eve possesses an uncanny likeness to a doll, especially as she sits at her desk, diligently writing notes or toiling away at her latest invention. Perhaps a robot, simply mimicking the likeness of a human, with how tirelessly she works, how faultlessly smooth her face remains; untouched by the contortion or creasing of emotional expression. This provides her with a youthful appearance, further accentuated by her soft facial features. Her big, baby blue eyes sparkle like two aquamarines, intelligent and curious, driven to push the boundaries of what is known. Her plump, pink lips are like two rose petals, shapely and inviting, yet seldom pulled into a smile, or a frown. Her nose is delicate, slender and high, but not too much so. All of it framed by her cascading locks of fine, champagne blonde hair that fall to her waist and frame her smooth, oval-shaped face.

With porcelain skin, long, slender limbs, tight with muscle and a lithe figure, Eve is not the most endowed of women, but is nonetheless an ethereal creature. With legs that go on for days, she moves with purpose and military discipline; shoulders back, chin up, and back straight, giving her a regal and surprisingly sturdy appearance as she glides across the room. Her hands, however, are marred by various cuts and scars, particularly on her fingers and palms, where she had been cut countlessly on various parts and tools over the years.

You will often find Eve in smart attire, wearing blouses, skirts, dresses and coats befitting of nobility, often paired with heeled boots fit for horseback riding, or perhaps military training, and a pair of leather gloves fit for working with tools. Her hair is often adorned with ribbons and tied into a bun, or alternatively, a low ponytail that trails down her back. Other than this, however, she seldom accessorizes, valuing efficiency over aesthetic. She flaunts a C cup and a thin waist. However, she always takes it upon herself to dress modestly.

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Tier: Second tier

Prodigy Type: Mechanical Engineering

Personality: Highly intelligent and hardworking, Eve is what most professors would consider the ideal scholar, possessing both a strong scientific mind, and a great capacity for creative thinking. She is not afraid of being considered a teacher’s pet; her hand always seems to be up during teaching time, be it to answer a question or ask some of her own and is always the last to leave the class. She is fully committed and engaged in her studies, and she sees no shame in that. Once she has her mind set on a goal, she will not rest until she has achieved it. Therefore, if she finds herself interested in a topic or struck with an idea for a new machine, she will work tirelessly until the machine has been successfully built and the topic is fully understood. Eve is very good at the integration of theoretical principles into practical uses, often finding solutions from the most unlikely sources, which provides her with very good problem-solving skills. With her military discipline, there is no challenge or obstacle that will hold her back for long. In fact, she is the type of person who would sooner starve to death than be stuck in a dead end. Eve is relentless, and she holds herself to a very high standard; determined to push herself to new heights in what she is passionate in.

From a social perspective, it is not uncommon for Eve to be perceived as an ice queen. Cold and unfeeling, unempathetic, uninterested and indifferent to everything that is happening around her. Her dedication to engineering has unfortunately left her with a tunnel vision that excluded… Well, the rest of what life has to offer. The years of being a shut-in has inadvertently stunted her ability to socialize, or even pick up on most social cues. This is further exacerbated by her blunt, to-the-point and brutally honest way of communicating which often causes her to unwittingly offend someone. She attempts to compensate for this by not speaking at all, which only creates more awkward and uncomfortable situations, especially when doing groupwork. She misses jokes and takes sarcasm at face value. She may be a genius when it comes to letters and numbers but speak to her and you might find she’s not quite as flawless as she first appears.

When it comes to her independent experiments, however, Eve crosses treads the line of “mad scientist” precariously, often building random, nonsensical machines that range from very innovative and helpful to very life-threatening and reckless. It also does not help that she seems to have a penchant for testing those contraptions on herself – perhaps because she simply lacks the ability to ask someone to test them on – which often results in frequent visits to the university medical center. It very much seems as though the reason behind these machines and tests is simply, “because she can”. When she is building or conducting tests, she becomes an entirely different person to the cool, aloof person that most people see when she is walking down the halls or sitting in class. Almost to a Jekyll and Hyde extreme. Her careful, cautious persona is replaced with a reckless, irresponsible mad-lass who probably should not be given access to so many power tools.

Country of Origin: Russia

Background: Born to an army general father and a countess mother, Eve was raised in the lap of luxury in the heart of Moscow with her two parents Ivan and Natalya. Being an only child, she had always received her parents’ full attention, often being spoiled with gifts and trips overseas. But only if she behaved, and with their eyes always being on her, that meant all the time. From a very young age, Eve was expected to always be on her best behavior; speak only when spoken to, be polite to guests, stand straight – never slouch – and finish everything on your plate. At age 5, she was made to learn ballet, and age 7, the harp. She had personal tutelage every single day from the age of 6 in preparation for primary school, and onwards until the end of secondary school. She was made to learn several languages – in order to properly converse with her parents’ guests and colleagues –among them French, Spanish, German and English in addition to her mother tongue. She studied every day of her life, and when she was not studying, she practiced ballet and the harp, and there was very little time she had in between, and for the longest time, she lived like an automated machine, performing tasks and routines with no real purpose other than to fulfill its master’s wishes. Therefore, Eve had grown up a very well-mannered, and even-tempered girl. Polite and obedient, brilliant and fitting of the Rozanov status.

Every year, she placed on top of her class, earning award after award from the prestigious school her parents had arranged for her to go to. She naturally excelled in mathematics, physics, and chemistry, and through blood, sweat, tears, and a bit of personal tutoring, she was also successful in linguistics, music, history, and economics. Out of everyone’s surprise, however – including that of her parents – she also showed promise in art, where she displayed incredible skill in sculpting, woodwork, and still life drawings. It seemed, any subject involving pen and paper – or anything requiring a textbook or something of the same affect – she picked up and excelled in right away. Her prowess in academics had not been kind to her social life, unfortunately. All the time she spent studying and practicing left her no time to spend with friends, not that she had any to begin with. Her success and eager contribution in class tended to rub some of the other students the wrong way, and her cold, unsociable demeanor drove away the rest of them. “Miss Perfect” was a nickname she would often hear, though, never said in a kind way. She had other nicknames, of course, including “Boring”, “Goody-Two-Shoes” and “Teacher’s Pet”. To the other students, she was arrogant and stuck up – her own ass, that is – but Eve never cared. And perhaps, in insight, that had been part of the problem. She had never cared about anyone but herself and her parents, because in her mind… Well, she didn’t know those people. They didn’t know her, and they never made an effort to get to know her. Or, if they did, then… She never quite learned how to properly respond. It was clear, however, that with her natural talent in the sciences and mathematics, her future had a very clear path to a STEM career, something which both her parents liked to brag about to their friends and colleagues. Eve was content. She was not unhappy, but… The opposite was also true.

One subject Eve had never been able to do well in, however, was Physical Education. It seemed, her brilliant mind had been a compensation for her horrendously inadequate physical prowess. Though she was comfortable with ballet, sports – it seemed – was an entirely different story. She could not run very far, she could not hit a baseball, avoid a dodgeball or climb a rope. She struggled to do a single push up and she had to be sent home one day when she was hit in the face by a football at the age of 12 which broke her nose. The trauma resulted in a deviated septum, which left her congested and gave her frequent nosebleeds – additionally, it had given her a crooked nose which her mother simply could not stand – and she was forced to go into surgery to correct it. The experience was quite traumatic for young Eve, and ever since then, she had become very adverse to sports balls. That was the start of the downward spiral for Eve, as ever since that day, she could not bring herself to pick up a sports ball and would often break down in tears if one happened to fly past her. She would plead the teachers to be excluded from the lessons and when they would not allow it, she would excuse herself to the toilets and wait there until the class ended. Due to this behavior, the other kids finally had an excuse to take out their long-suppressed dislike of her.

When before, Ivan’s military status had completely warded off any attempt at bullying Eve, her newly-found trauma gave them a method to torment her in a way that could not be reasonable proven as malicious. Everyone started carrying sports balls around in the hallways – be it baseballs, basketballs, or footballs – purposefully throwing it past her head at their friends to spook her, and even going as far as ‘accidentally’ hitting her from time to time, which often left her in tears, hiding in the toilet stalls to cry. Her locker would be filled to the brim with baseballs or tennis balls, and academic performance began to deteriorate. She would come home every day in tears, and she became more and more difficult to rouse in the morning. By the age of 14, Eve had started lying and skipping school, and it seemed, all hope for her bright future was slowly fading away.

It was at this age that her parents finally put their foot down. They pulled her out of school and homeschooled her, hiring tutors to teach her full time from home. Eve was relieved, but her father - who saw her avoidant behavior as a shameful weakness – decided that something needed to be done. To him, she was far too spoiled, and her inability to deal with the slight inconvenience of bullying - even letting it go as far as she had – had made him realized just how sheltered his daughter was. Hence, he wanted to punish her behavior, and the bad image it had given their family, as well as shape her up as his daughter, and the proper heiress to the Rozanov bloodline. You see, Ivan had always wanted a son, and he had planned to send him to the military as soon as he was able to follow in his footsteps. When he found that he had conceived a daughter instead, he had needed to put those dreams away. Natalya had been overjoyed to have a little girl, of course, and she did not allow Ivan to do anything with Eve that she deemed “unladylike”. Now, however, he had the reasoning that it was for her own good.

And with that, Eve was sent off to a military boot camp.

Despite being the general’s daughter and a Viscountess, Eve received no special treatment or advantages over the other recruits. In fact, life was made harder for her especially, being given the least favored activities to fulfill, be it chores around the barracks or certain routes for patrol. Enlisted in a training base in the vast tundra of Siberia, Eve needed to adapt to the harsh sub-zero conditions at the age of only 15, being the youngest recruit at the time. She endured grueling training and harsh discipline, far beyond what she had known. In that base, no one spoke kindly, they vocalized how they felt and let you know when you did something wrong. Their words were always blunt and harsh, and their disciplinary measures were even harsher. Every day she would wake at 5AM and train until it was time to sleep again, with only a lunch break in between. If she fell behind or came in last, she would be made to undergo additional training or repeat the activity until her superiors were satisfied. She was made to work harder, and longer than anyone else in the barracks, and Eve quickly learned that it was adapt or die. And for her, dying was most certainly not an option.

The next 2 years were no less gruelling. She was improving, yes, she could run faster, farther, and for longer periods of time. She learned to climb and crawl, fight, fire weapons and walk for long periods of time in full gear. But compared to the other recruits, she still lagged behind, and her father was determined to keep her there until she demonstrated otherwise. She worked hard every single day, but it seemed, no matter what she did, she simply could not distinguish herself above the other recruits. She was always doomed to be the at the back of the pack, the runt of the litter. Punishment after punishment she took, until it felt as if her muscles would tear and her bones would break, but she felt as if she were running in place. Tired, but, going nowhere. But if there was one thing she had been unfailingly gifted at, it was maintenance work. One of the punishments she would often receive was maintenance duty – from polishing shoes and helmets to cleaning guns and washing the four-wheelers – and what was intended to be a punishment instead became a solace from the chaos and disappointment of the training grounds. It was something all the other recruits loathed to do, but to Eve, the silence and the work was heaven. It had allowed her to discover and study all the nooks and crannies that each piece of machinery had to offer.

Taking apart guns was her favorite activity; to observe all the individual parts and then put them back together, appreciating how every single part slotted perfectly together and allowed it to function the way it did. The same went for the four-wheelers, where she would happily polish every single part under the hood and – when no one was looking – take them all out and tinker with each one. It had begun with poking and prodding, and before she knew it, she was conducting full on repairs and part replacements. She would often be the only person working, but, Eve never felt alone. She was perfectly content, surrounded by her machines, and the thought of being able to spend all the time she wanted with them at the end of the day, gave her the strength to push on. She had grown grit. Her skin was thicker, her steps more solid and sure, and her gaze, more determined. It seemed, you truly were a product of your surroundings, as her mannerisms soon changed to that of a military cadet’s unwavering discipline and straight-to-the-point style of communication.

At the age of 16, she finally got her chance. During a regular patrol drill, their four-wheeler became caught in a sudden onset snowstorm which froze the machines over and resulted in certain parts becoming brittle and snapping, stranding them in the middle of the Siberian tundra. With limited rations and no heat source, they were doomed to fall to hypothermia. It was here that Eve with her vast understanding of the mechanics and parts of the machines they kept at the barracks, was able to create makeshift substitute parts from their guns and radio using the onboard toolbox, cutting and welding together different pieces and parts to craft a rough replacement that managed to get the four-wheeler running again. As she worked, it was as if the parts simply… Spoke to her. It was almost intuitive, and despite the life-threatening situation they were in, she was not panicked or afraid. She was thrilled. They made it safely back to the base nearly a day longer than they were scheduled to arrive, and when Eve stepped out of the four-wheeler, she suddenly found herself in her father’s tight embrace. She thought she even saw him shed a tear that day. After the event, her father had finally asked – no, begged – her to come home. But that near-death experience had opened her eyes to what it was she actually wanted, and where she wanted to go in life. It transformed her desire to please into a desire to prove others wrong and show her worth. Therefore, to everyone’s surprise yet again, she chose to stay. She would succeed, on her own terms.

From that day, Eve learned to be a bit more… Disobedient. She pushed the rules a bit farther, tinkering and building when she should only be cleaning and polishing, using the resources that were made available to her in the wonder that was the storehouse. She still trained and patrolled, practiced drills and honed her combat skills, but now, she was also following the call of her heart. She built better radios, lighter and broadcasting at a wider range, with better battery life. She modified the vehicle radars and navigation systems. But what had caught her superior’s attention was when she built weapons. Landmines that can distinguish between ally and opponent, bombs, and traps of various mechanisms and complexity. Her father was notified of her “extracurricular activities”, of course, and she and her inventions were brought to the board of generals for review. Eve was not the slightest bit afraid, and it seemed, her confidence had been well-placed, as she was granted permission to continue developing her “projects”, and even provided her with the resources she requested. She was given a space to work in, which she quickly filled with various books on advanced mechanical engineering and tools. And blueprints. Lots and lots of blueprints. She built bigger and bigger projects, from armed drones to aim-assisted guns. They wanted it bigger, and badder, and she found, she was all too happy to oblige. Her creations soon filled her workshop from floor to ceiling, in every corner and crevice, some failed, some successful. When she did was not creating, she trained, and when she did not train, she studied some more. Back to her old routine, but, now she was finally happy. She discovered herself in her creations, the kind of person she was and how she can use her strengths to her advantage. She began working smarter, not harder, utilizing evasion and redirection techniques to excel in combat and resorting to tactical sabotage to place first on the training grounds.

At the age of 18, she had finally achieved her goal and become the top recruit in the training base. She had left a weak, fragile flower and returned a soldier, and her parents could not be any prouder of her. At this point, Eve realized that there was still so much she wanted to learn in order to increase her skills and build the things she wanted to build in the future, and thus, Yushu Academy was the clear choice. With her parents wholehearted support and guidance, she was able to earn a spot in Yushu’s school of mechanical engineering when she turned 19, and she has been diligently – almost obsessively - practicing every new theory and technique she learned since.

Sexual Preferences: In all 21 years of Eve’s life, she has not yet had a sexual encounter. Therefore, she isn’t quite certain what it is she likes or dislikes, but one thing for sure is that she definitely likes to take control of the situation. She isn’t one to lay quietly.

Extra:
- In addition to English, Eve speaks fluent French, Spanish, and German
- Normally, she speaks with a light Russian accent
- Eve also suffers from trypophobia
- She is extremely heat intolerant, and burns like a lobster from the slightest exposure to sunlight
- She has a genius-level IQ, but a below-average EQ
- This causes her to seemingly lack common sense as she overcomplicates minor inconveniences with overly elaborate solutions (ex. Building a machine to clean a fan so she doesn’t have to get dust in her face when she simply could have turned the fan off when cleaning it)
- She is what you would consider a “mad scientist”
- Although far from being considered a prodigy, Eve can dance ballet
- She is also very physically fit, and tries to exercise regularly
- Although she does not prefer to fight close combat, but she can at least hold her own in one
- Eve has very limited cooking skills, therefore, she relies heavily on catering services
- She can kill a plastic plant and should probably never own a pet
- She regularly hand-writes letters to her parents
- Her prized possession is a custom-made silver wax stamper that her parents got her for her 10th birthday. It holds her family crest, and she uses it to seal all her letters.
- That is the only form of social interaction she has outside of class hours

Potential plots involving your character? What would you like to see your character do, be involved in?: I’d love for Eve to meet someone who brings her out of her shell and be more open to friendships. Perhaps she could find a rival too, who pushes her out of her comfort zone. And obviously finding a significant other to help her brave the evil plans I’ve arranged for her too MWAHAHAHA!

Likes: Quiet, organised spaces, collecting unattended pens/pencils, freshly washed clothes, machines (AKA anything with a battery, runs on electricity, and/or reduces human effort in general), clocks, gears, robots, a fully equipped toolbox, power tools, automated vehicles, fresh blueprint paper, new bottles of ink, classical music, record players, privacy, Snowdrop flowers, clean gadget screens, building machines and contraptions, testing her machines and contraptions, taking things apart and putting them back together, conducting research, making charts, crossing off items on her to-do list, 3D printers, frozen yogurt

Dislikes: People touching her machines and equipment, people coming into her room, physical contact, small talk, crowds, noise (sound of multiple people talking), hot weather, spicy foods, energy drinks, disorganized spaces, missing or misplaced items, creased paper, folded book pages, smudged ink, messy handwriting, freeloaders, cheaters, liars and being lied to, stickers that tear halfway, sunburns, soda, and irregular patterns or clusters of small holes or bumps, sports balls

Strengths/Advantages:
- Highly intelligent, creative, and resourceful with near-perfect recall; Eve has a good balance between the left and right side of her brain
- Resilient, thick-skinned, and independent; almost nothing gets to her anymore, thanks to her experience in the military
- Confident, driven, and ambitious; Eve will go to the ends of the world to see her goal fulfilled, and she has full confidence in herself that she will accomplish it.
- Fearless and devoted; if you are someone she respects, she will do anything for you
- Follows orders well
- Knows how to hold her own in a fight

Weaknesses/Flaws:
- Apathetic and blunt; often offends or hurts people’s feelings without really meaning to
- Unable to socialize with people and form meaningful connections. Mostly because she’s shy.
- Lacks communication skills; misses non-verbal cues or tacit messages
- Has trouble expressing herself
- Always overcomplicates and overthinks things
- When it comes to her experiments, has a blatant disregard for her own and others’ safety
- Somewhat entitled
- Doesn’t know how to relax

Ons and Offs: Conduct your research. 

Looks good to me, go ahead and post her to the approved character thread.

[PentheWonderful]

Looks good to me, go ahead and post her to the approved character thread.

YAYAYAYAYAY!!!!!!

[LamentingQuill]

Name: Valentina Camenzind

Age: 24

Appearance: A staggering, mature beauty standing at five foot seven, with bright, golden locks of hair, a slender frame and a rather eyecatching bust and rear, with broad hips that seamlessly transition into a slender waistline and up to her chest. She takes great pride in her body, if anything it's one of the few things she actually works hard to maintain, she's regularly seen at the gym doing everything from cardio to bench presses, leg presses, squats, and any other obscure exercise you can think of, to maintain that model-like appearance. She does mainly focus on the muscle-groups that help towards that very career though, focusing on having that perfect, bubbly round ass that would for sure make just about any underwear look good. The only "dent" to this perfect body is a thin scar below her right arm, sliding across her lowermost rib like an incision, though she easily covers it up with some makeup when she has to.

Moving past that and up to her face, she has a vibrant pair of emerald eyes, soft, natural lips, and lengthy golden locks of hair that she normally ties up. Her typical expressions though... The best way to describe it is that most of the time she wishes she was elsewhere. the kind of distant look, like she never feels like she's where she's supposed to be. Like she's lonely, despite being supposed to have it all. Genuine smiles have become a rare commodity. She can appear timid as she speaks, like a child scared of the consequences of misconduct.

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, heavily leaning towards men.

Tier: Fourth tier

Prodigy Type: Law. Been speculated that she has peerless luck, though it's hard to call her a prodigy at it.

Personality: Now that's a difficult one. Valentina appears as a pretty average person for the most part, during classes and the likes. Hard working, some would argue too much so. She's a person of routine, and pretty much lives by her wrist-watch like a slave. It's like she spends half an hour at the start of her day just to plan it out, and it's not too far off the mark. She relies heavily on these routines to maintain her appearances, where when she falls outside them she starts to struggle.

Valentina's problem is that she lacks drive. She has but one thing she's truly passionate with, everything else serves as a placeholder to keep herself walking on the line with careful, calculated steps. With how she was raised, she finds herself massively distrustful, not quite schizophrenic but she's certainly comparable to it. Having considerable amounts of money to her name, and plenty of experience with people trying to get close to her in expectation of monetary gains. It has long since turned into a depressing cycle, and she has just given up and started playing along with it, even though it's pretty clear she doesn't like it, usually only sour about it when she's drinking.

And that's where the big dent to her usual modest outward appearance starts to shatter, as her issues become more obvious when she drinks. There is no mistaking that she's bored out of her mind, and desires amusement more than anything. She was far worse when she was just past 18, but it still sits that she's willing to go far just for a little bit of amusement. A good option for a student desperately needing some quick cash, assuming they're willing to be humiliated or take some small risks to get it.

Country of Origin: Switzerland

Background: "I've made a lot of mistakes. There's no denying that. I've done things that have hurt others. I've done things some might consider immoral. I've done things that were reckless, those are probably what I regret the most. You'd think narcotics are what push people to their limits, maybe war, but it isn't. It's money. It's scary to have a gun pushed to your head, but then you don't have a choice. When it comes to money, you have a choice. You can walk away, but most people won't. It's greed, the thought that with this sum or that sum, you can pull yourself out from where you're sitting. Through a mix of stress and monetary gain, I believe anyone will do anything, because I've seen it, time and time again. When someone says they won't do something, what they mean is that they won't do it for what they'll gain. The prices just rise when you start playing with the high rollers. It's like the wild west when you start breaking into the one percenters, because, just like with me, they run out of things that matter to them. They're sad, hollow little men who all do their best to hide the truth to themselves. Their money is their problem, but at the same time, it's their personality. Strip it, and they become nobodies, most of them know this, I guess I'm just the only one willing to be so vocal about it."

"If there's one thing that I wish for, that can't be bought... It's to be freed of all that. I wish I was born to someone else, that I'd had a normal childhood, that I had to work for what I earn. That I needed to give everything to rise in this world. That's the only goal I can say I have, to get out of this wealth, to get myself to a position where things cost money. Where I have to think before going out to buy food, or if I really need that expensive computer. I'm studying law not because I'm overtly interested, it's definitely not something I'll be able to do for a living for long. If only people knew how corrupt lawyers really are. They're supposed to be the pinnacle of justice, second only to the judge, but when you're playing golf with him on the weekends how far can you claim that rulings are based on facts alone. They're just people too after all. I think I model because it's something I enjoy. I'd like to get out of the financial world and just focus on that. Just rely on it until my looks falter, and then fall back on something else. Maybe open a quaint cafe back in Switzerland, you know? Just freeze all accounts and start afresh, even better if I can actually get rid of it. I wish... I wish I could just be forgotten, just lead a simpler life, where month-to-month numbers actually matter. Where I can get stressed if sales are down, feel joy if things are going well. Maybe fall in love, with someone who loves me for who I am then, not who I am now. A regular guy... Or maybe a woman, who knows what the future brings, that I can experience the ups and downs of life with. Have a child, maybe two, who I could spend time with, be a part of their lives, the things my own parents never were. And yet... It feels so far out of reach. I'm hoping I'll get there someday, but right now... I don't know, it makes my eyes tear up thinking about how long the path will be."

Valentina was born to a wealthy Swiss couple, as their only child. Both of her parents were deeply rooted within the elite, as one often would be in a prosperous country like Switzerland. "The family business" as her parents would so often refer to it as, was far more than just some corner-store with a bit of sprinkles thrown on top to make it exciting though. An elite business company, owning parts of hundreds of companies and brands that again owned equal amounts underneath them. Ludicrous wealth, thousands of miles beyond what anyone would consider just wealthy. To say they were sucked up by their success would be an understatement, it was their life. And yet, as badly as they'd desired a child... They might as well not have shown up for the birthing, she hardly saw them while growing up. They might as well be strangers when they showed up for the occasional birthday or christmas. There was nothing authentic about their relationship, it felt fake, even as young as five she could feel it. That they showed up because they were expected to, stayed just long enough to say they'd done it and then went right back to their own passions. Her father divorced more times than he showed up for these celebrations, jumping between wives like they were pokemon cards, And the wives subsequently would pretend to care for a week or two, if they even stuck around for that long, before taking to her father's habit of just ignoring her presence.

The few times he did show up, it might as well have been propaganda runs. "Your wealth is what makes you different" was a common one. Suffice to say it made it hard to find actual friends. Those of a similar "class" as herself were just as absorbed by wealth as she was, and any relationship quickly shattered by something as simple as who had the earrings with bigger diamonds in them. "There is nothing money can't buy", he'd also say, though it was quickly debunked by any "normal" friends she tried to have. She was perceptive, aggressively so, paired with a bit of cynicism and it quickly became clear that it would never work out. Either they, the other children, would start seeing her as a source of cash, or their parents would. The only people she'd claim actually cared would be the au pairs, but even they rummaged drawers for a bit of gold when nobody were looking, and most of the time they weren't. There was nothing that her father's money couldn't replace, even the most priceless treasures were always within hand's reach.

Even now, 15 years later, several events still haunt her from her childhood. One that she can't seem to shake no matter how many therapy sessions or liquor bottles, happened just that, 15 years ago, remembering it like she was still there four and a half feet off the ground. How her father actually seemed to care for a bit as her school was preparing for a play. He pushed heavily that she should get the main role, even though she didn't want it, nor knew how to act. The teacher managing the play didn't seem to care for his encouragements or her sudden interest in the role, and picked another girl. In an uncharacteristic fit of rage he punched Valentina hard enough to send her several feet across the floor of the dining room, yelling at her that she hadn't tried hard enough, and how he'd looked forward to seeing his daughter in the forefront, that he'd told all his friends about it and so forth. The following Monday during assembly, roles were changed around and the acting teacher was noticeably absent, replaced by another one. She never got an explanation for it, nor did anyone else, but piecing it together wasn't difficult even if nobody would tell anything.

The play, unsurprisingly, was a disaster. Valentina didn't know how to act, and roles had been shuffled around at the last moment so several of the others didn't know their new roles that well either. Her father was in the crowd amazingly enough, though he disappeared after snapping a few photos of her during her parts of the act. The following day was cut short for her when she got pulled into one of the locker rooms by some of the other students and subsequently got beaten, both upset over the replaced teacher and the disastrous act. Bloody and bruised she was carefully helped into the teachers office as her father was called. Her father had been on his way to a business meeting in France, but got the plane turned around to pick her up.

"If there is one thing you need to know, it's to never take shit from anyone. Stand your ground until the bitter end."

That's what he'd said as they'd driven to the hospital to have her checked up. After he'd yelled at the school staff for a good half hour, between calling them idiots for not looking after his princess and letting such a thing happen, demanding monitoring of the school hallways, and demanding that the names of the kids involved and their parents be shared. When they refused and he left, it only took a couple of calls to completely change the school board, and as a result give influence to cherry-pick which teachers got to stay and which were going. As they got to the hospital, there was nothing too major, just a broken rib, but in a fucked up sense, she enjoyed it. It hurt, it hurt really badly, especially for someone who'd grown up with cushions under her arms, but it felt like her father cared for once, even if it was only to have something to brag about. She was scared of him, especially after he'd hit her, there was nothing more than blood that held them together, but it felt nice that he cared a bit.

Her childhood was littered with similar events, though that one in particular stuck with her, maybe mostly because of the shallow scar left on her right ribs. Her father was more concerned with the image of his perfect little heir than her actual wellbeing, so the story repeated itself time and time again. Avoid involvement, her father forcing involvement, backlash, and moving schools. The cycle repeated itself until she was 18, and her father insisted on separating parts of the company to her name. She wasn't given much option to decline, and accepted. She didn't have any interest in pursuing it, but given she didn't actually have to do anything with it, it worked out alright. She, on her part, having got her first taste of freedom, wanted to pursue something. She had spent time reading into law-books in her late teens, and was getting a solid understanding of it miles faster than any coming attorney would. All the big legal words that would normally hamper any progress came natural to her, and she figured the best way to see if she had a knack for it would be going to a good school.

As such, she started at Yushu. Having some distance from her father, she started to resent him more and more as it became clearer how fucked up his "parenting" had turned her. The modeling career had been meant to be a big middle finger to everything he did, but backfired massively as it went from an act of anarchism to a massively successful business venture. She had, without realizing it, taken her first jobs with one of the subsidiaries of her father's empire, and... Well, just about every gossip magazine on the planet ate it up, loving that she would put herself on covers wearing little to none to promote her company. What had been meant to be a small, semi-exclusive brand quickly became massively recognized. It had never been meant to work out that way, nor had she wanted it to. She wanted something small that she could amuse herself with, not some massive, highly profitable career. She didn't care if it broke even, it was just... Something she wanted to do. Seeing the success though, she figured she could continue. Law interested her, but not enough that she wanted to lead her life that way, golfing with judges and fellow judges in the weekends and buying gifts to aid the defense of obvious felons. The modeling career... It could have been a showcase of hard work, of personal devotion, instead it just turned into another case of aiding what she sought to take no part of.

Now, nearing the end of her studies at Yushu, she's looking into ways to separate herself from the financial world completely, and absolving any wealth forcibly tied to her name, and fade into obscurity, without becoming the number one target for law enforcement and crooks alike in the process. Those two keypoints summarize why she hasn't just ridden herself of any equity, because she knows it would end terribly. She desperately wants to find even the most ridiculous way to get out without having to go underground, and she believes that her prodigy-status in matters of law were granted to her for just that purpose.

Sexual Preferences: Now that's a hard one to nail down. She has taken to various forms of BDSM mostly in pursuit of something different, and maybe a controversy. She doesn't play one role exclusively, and fluctuates between the two like the flip of a coin. One day she might desire being pinned down and ruthlessly abused, the other she'd flip the coin and take the reins. She doesn't have anything against regular sex, but she has problems finding the attachment that makes it feel properly good, while she feels that BDSM doesn't put such demands on her.

Extra/Subplots:
- I'd love to have a character around that really doesn't understand why she's depressed, taking the "you have everything you could ever want, stop being a bitch about it" angle. It would add so much to her I feel like.
- An actual romance, a counterpoint to the one above, someone that sees past it and understands why it makes her so miserable.
- Maybe some underworld ties? She's a massively accomplished defense lawyer, for her age anyway, with a lackluster sense of justice she makes the perfect lawyer for someone on the other side of the law.
- Need some cash? She doesn't mind paying if someone comes at her with an amusing idea, be it a cheap thrill or a business idea.

Likes: Good food, good liquor, jigsaw puzzles (She has a huge collection), exercising.

Dislikes: Money, poor liquor, money (again, because she *really* despises it), most of her childhood, and well, herself.

Strengths/Advantages:
- Peerless luck: There's no mistaking that she has a near bottomless pool of luck. While the Camenzind company knows how to turn the biggest fiasco into a best seller, there is no mistaking her luck, even games of pure chance or when intentionally stacking the odds against her, she has a way of winning.
- Perception: A high degree of perception is what really makes her prosper in the legal work. A crafty tongue to boot and she can turn around the most lost cases, though she mostly sees these jobs as exercise in preparation for taking on her own company.
- Money: Well, whatever can't be won with words can be won with money. There's no mistaking that she has ludicrous amounts of wealth tied to her name, enough that she genuinely doesn't know the amounts and just spends whatever she feels like on whatever she feels like. She doesn't even know a fraction of what companies her own company is involved with, just that there's a lot of them.

Weaknesses/Flaws:
- Alcoholism: While she usually appears high functioning, there's no mistaking that she drinks a lot and has trouble not drinking when left alone. She has tried to quit several times, but always ended up falling back on it. She's currently trying a slower approach, and has minimized her intake by quite a bit though, during her first few years it was hard to find her not drinking.
- Money: Double feature! The money usually brings with it more trouble than she'd care to admit. She finds it hard to relate to others because of it, and because of the way she was raised. She's attached to it no matter how much she tries to cut herself away from it. Any problem feels like it can be solved with it aside from building actual relationship, be it trying to ignore its existence or just downright buying her friends, she's ever cynical about it and thinks everyone around her is only thinking about it and not her as a person.
- Depression: Pretty self-explanatory. She feels no matter how she tries, she can't break herself loose from all the money surrounding her, and anyone who actually knows her would know well that it has turned her into a shambling wreck.

Ons and Offs: Link here, not completely up to date though. Ask me if there's anything you're particularly interested in!

Extra voluntary information:
- Her most prized possession is a crown made of gold, with a number of valuable gems adorning it. It's kept in a bulletproof glass case in her room, though she resents looking at it. It was given as a gift from her father after the first modeling stunt, claiming that "only the best was befit a coming queen in the world of economics." Still, she can't bring herself to getting rid of it, given it's one of the few actual gifts she's gotten for accomplishing something.
- Her second most prized possession is a platinum hip-flask. The keen-eyed might have seen her sip from it every now and then.
- She contributed to a major crash in the European electricity-market in 2016, enough to leave the Nasdaq index crippled. The company somehow managed to turn it into huge profits during the crash.
- It's not uncommon to see the doorway to her apartment on campus littered with boxes from various companies, gifts and samples of various products from lingerie to brooms and whatever else between, with the occasional "take whatever you want, please" note taped to them. She tried to get a PO-box, but it just kept flooding as well.
- Any lady having searched for underwear online is likely to have seen at least a few pictures of her donning the more exclusive varieties.
- She speaks French, German, Italian, (The three languages commonly used in Switzerland) as well as English fluently, and she knows a fair bit of Norwegian (And by extension Danish and Swedish), and now Japanese.

extra pictures, not suggested for work use

Didn't want to make the page load slower, have a link instead!
https://imgur.com/a/VLznebW

Go ahead and post her to the approved thread. Though I do recommend just putting her extra image on as an image, people without imgur would have to sign in or make an account and some folks may not want to do that just for a pic. Up to you though, love, it's fine if you wish to leave it as is.

[Lynnette]

Go ahead and post her to the approved thread. Though I do recommend just putting her extra image on as an image, people without imgur would have to sign in or make an account and some folks may not want to do that just for a pic. Up to you though, love, it's fine if you wish to leave it as is.

Ah, yeah. I'd forgotten that imgur had implemented an automatic adult content filter. I'll add them to the sheet instead.

[TuesdayNight]

Name: Rhett Nomura

Age: 19

Appearance: Rhett has long, silky blue hair that frames his bright eyes and the shit-eating grin on his face, reaching down to his chest. He swears he'll get a haircut but he won't. For a man, he's rather short (only 5'5) and has a slim build.

Sexual Orientation: Gay

Tier: First Tier

Prodigy Type: Comedy (Yes, really)

Personality: Rhett has always been the kind of person that likes making others laugh. He has a “class clown” personality--as he was often struggling to make an identity for himself growing up. He wasn’t the smartest, most athletic, or artistically talented, so he opted to be known as the jokester. In truth, Rhett’s self-deprecating Generation Z humor stems from his own insecurities. While others perceive him as cheerful and funny, Rhett sees himself as a failure, a hack, and a complete joke (pardon the pun). Somewhere in that head of his, Rhett knows bringing himself down isn’t really healthy, but therapy won’t give him any material to work with.

Country of Origin: Canada

Background:

Rhett was, to put it bluntly, a horrible student. He rarely showed up at his classes, instead opting to spend his time doing stand up comedy at small venues. There was a time where he cared about school, but none of the lessons seemed to sink in and always made him feel like a failure. Eventually, he just gave up on it completely, much to his parents’ disdain. By chance, one of his acts had gone viral on the internet, leading to him making various appearances on television, radio, and a YouTube channel of his own creation. Having gained some hope for their son’s future, Rhett was enrolled at Yushu as a prodigy...for his talent in comedy.

Rhett thought the entire idea to be, well, stupid. If he was going to some fancy ass school for his talent for comedy, that meant he took comedy way too seriously. Taking comedy seriously would probably make him out to be some pretentious jackass. Honestly, what would they teach him? Theories on knock knock jokes?

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. He always treated his High School like a social venue, he could do the same here.



Sexual Preferences: Rhett is a little shit who loves to be put in his place by a dominant partner. He particularly enjoys being humiliated, being submissive, BDSM, and rough sex. He’s the kind of guy to unironically ask someone to step on him.

Extra:

Potential plots involving your character?
Honestly I’m up for a lot of things! I kind of just want Rhett to interact with the students and see where those interactions go. Friendship and romance is a huge yes for me, so I’d be especially down for that.

Likes: Comedy, most genres of music, exotic foods, animals, scary movies, playing video games

Dislikes: Puppets, ventriloquists, dolls, the circus, clowns, oranges, orange juice, the color orange
Strengths/Advantages:
Is a good listener
Can easily cheer himself up
Good at tabletop games (Especially trading card games)

Weaknesses/Flaws:
Insecure
Has Major Depression Disorder due to a family history of clinical depression
Doesn’t take things seriously enough
Dreadfully bad at math. Like, really bad.
Ons and Offs: https://elliquiy.com/forums/onsoffs.php?u=68679

Extra voluntary information:
He’s terrified of clowns.
Rhett has a black cat named Mouse
Despite both of his parents being Japanese, he only knows English. He’s a little embarrassed by this.

[LamentingQuill]

Name: Rhett Nomura

Age: 19

Appearance: Rhett has long, silky blue hair that frames his bright eyes and the shit-eating grin on his face, reaching down to his chest. He swears he'll get a haircut but he won't. For a man, he's rather short (only 5'5) and has a slim build.

Sexual Orientation: Gay

Tier: First Tier

Prodigy Type: Comedy (Yes, really)

Personality: Rhett has always been the kind of person that likes making others laugh. He has a “class clown” personality--as he was often struggling to make an identity for himself growing up. He wasn’t the smartest, most athletic, or artistically talented, so he opted to be known as the jokester. In truth, Rhett’s self-deprecating Generation Z humor stems from his own insecurities. While others perceive him as cheerful and funny, Rhett sees himself as a failure, a hack, and a complete joke (pardon the pun). Somewhere in that head of his, Rhett knows bringing himself down isn’t really healthy, but therapy won’t give him any material to work with.

Country of Origin: Canada

Background:

Rhett was, to put it bluntly, a horrible student. He rarely showed up at his classes, instead opting to spend his time doing stand up comedy at small venues. There was a time where he cared about school, but none of the lessons seemed to sink in and always made him feel like a failure. Eventually, he just gave up on it completely, much to his parents’ disdain. By chance, one of his acts had gone viral on the internet, leading to him making various appearances on television, radio, and a YouTube channel of his own creation. Having gained some hope for their son’s future, Rhett was enrolled at Yushu as a prodigy...for his talent in comedy.

Rhett thought the entire idea to be, well, stupid. If he was going to some fancy ass school for his talent for comedy, that meant he took comedy way too seriously. Taking comedy seriously would probably make him out to be some pretentious jackass. Honestly, what would they teach him? Theories on knock knock jokes?

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. He always treated his High School like a social venue, he could do the same here.



Sexual Preferences: Rhett is a little shit who loves to be put in his place by a dominant partner. He particularly enjoys being humiliated, being submissive, BDSM, and rough sex. He’s the kind of guy to unironically ask someone to step on him.

Extra:

Potential plots involving your character?
Honestly I’m up for a lot of things! I kind of just want Rhett to interact with the students and see where those interactions go. Friendship and romance is a huge yes for me, so I’d be especially down for that.

Likes: Comedy, most genres of music, exotic foods, animals, scary movies, playing video games

Dislikes: Puppets, ventriloquists, dolls, the circus, clowns, oranges, orange juice, the color orange
Strengths/Advantages:
Is a good listener
Can easily cheer himself up
Good at tabletop games (Especially trading card games)

Weaknesses/Flaws:
Insecure
Has Major Depression Disorder due to a family history of clinical depression
Doesn’t take things seriously enough
Dreadfully bad at math. Like, really bad.
Ons and Offs: https://elliquiy.com/forums/onsoffs.php?u=68679

Extra voluntary information:
He’s terrified of clowns.
Rhett has a black cat named Mouse
Despite both of his parents being Japanese, he only knows English. He’s a little embarrassed by this.

Looks good to me, go ahead and post him to the approved thread.

[Moon Hound Hati]

Interested in joining. Will have a better look later today and think of a character concept that hasn't been done yet.

[Vergil Tanner]

How about a big, muscular sports prodigy who has a thing for railing short, cute femboys who like to wear cheerleader outfits?
As a completely random, out of nowhere off the wall idea that I totally just picked out of thin air just now.

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....asking for a friend.

[Moon Hound Hati]

Well, I don't know about that second part, but I was contemplating making a track and field prodigy who focuses on the throwing elements of the sport, thus likely making him one of the swollest boys on campus. Also those are the elements where you'll hear the heavy, primal grunts and cries, for those into that sort of thing.

[Vergil Tanner]

Oooh, that would be fun! I don't THINK we have any Sports Prodigies...

And Arty would be flirting up a storm no doubt

[Moon Hound Hati]

Did a quick search in the accepted sheets thread. There's like three or so sports prodigies, but they're all in completely different sports (martial arts, fencing, volleyball and water sports no, not that kind, perverts), so there shouldn't be any overlap with a Track 'n Field athlete joining the fray.

[pdragon]

Name: Oliver Igaku

Age: 18

Appearance: 5'6 145 lbs. Oli sports a slender build, porcelain skin (formerly tan from living in Australia), red eyes, and back length, brunette hair that he usually keeps tied in a side ponytail. He has sharp, pretty features, giving him a feminine edge. He plays to this with makeup, jewelry, and crimson painted nails. When dressing up he can present quite femininely, not enough to mistaken for a girl, but beautiful none the less.

Sexual Orientation: Bi

Tier: First Tier

Prodigy Type: Medical (Toxicology and animal related injuries)

Personality: A kind and nurturing person at his core, Oliver expresses a maturity and empathy for others that some would say is beyond his years. He's the type to let things roll off his back, and if something bothers him he will rarely show it, for better or worse, and even when giving criticism tends to do so with a softer edge. This is a result of his earlier life, where he was often picked on by others, and would just as often lash out and get into fights in retaliation. Because of the issues this rose with school and his parents he was forced to grow out of this phase at an early age, and has since adopted a more "live and let live" attitude. Unfortunately despite all this he suffers from "resting smug face" which makes him look more arrogant and sinister than he actually is. It also causes his attempts to playfully tease people come off much more promiscuous and salacious than he usually intends.

Country of Origin: Australia (mixed Australian and Japanese)

Background: Oliver Igaku was born from the marriage of a traveling Japanese businessman, and an Australian hotel manager. Because of his frequent travel for work, Oliver's father would be absent for long stretches of his childhood. In addition to the normal angst that results from such a situation, it also meant he never had much connection to the Japanese half of his ancestry. This fortunately changed as he reached his teenage years, when, at his mother's behest, his father began to take him along on his business trips. Here he was able to see the world, visiting beautiful and exotic locations, all of them so foreign to the Aussie boy who had never left home before. One of the first places he visited was his father's homeland, allowing him to meet his extended family for the first time.

It was here that his fascination with medicine began. He had always loved animals growing up, but always had to keep a distance from them given the...dangerous nature of much of Australia's wildlife (an understatement and a half). The more he learned about them, the greater his fascination grew, seeming to narrow in on the deadliest creatures of the animal kingdom. However it wasn't until he began visiting Japan that his interests turned towards medicine. On one fateful camping trip in the mountains, Oliver's grandfather was stung repeatedly by a giant hornet and had to be rushed to the hospital. While he managed to pull through, Oli would never forget how helpless he felt, thinking his grandfather was going to die and not being able to do anything about it.

From then on Oliver looked to quell that feeling of helplessness with knowledge, researching everything he could about dangerous animal attacks and how to deal with them. He took to the study with surprising ease, enough to be labeled a prodigy, and now looks to expand his knowledge even further to the point where he can start putting it into practice and help those in need.

Sexual Preferences: Oli prefers to be the little spoon, but can be pushed into being more dominate if his partner insists, even if he's a bit awkward at it. Depending on his partner he can be highly submissive, or more of a power bottom. He enjoys a variety of things so he focuses more on playing to his partner's preferences.

Extra:
- Has naturally light skin. Tans very well but will quickly turn light again after only a couple of days without heavy sun.
- Owes his slender figure to a very high metabolism rather than regular exercise.
- Learned to cook from his mother, along with other various household chores and activities.
- Has a basic knowledge of sewing/tailoring, enough to do simple resizing on outfits.
- Loves animals but doesn't own any pets.
- Was taught various out doors activities by his grandfather (father's side)
- Always carries an Epipen on him
- Is trained and certified to give first aid and basic medical evaluations
- Has done two small scale modeling gigs

Potential plots involving your character? What would you like to see your character do, be involved in?: Some sort of wacky misadventure, comic/sexy misunderstandings and shenanigans, helping/consoling others with problems, possible love triangle/polyamorous situation.

Likes: Animals, Seafood, Bees, Honey, Camping, Fishing, Lending a quick hand, cross dressing, comfy outfits, playing with chemicals, a little bit of THC, philosophical discussion on the nature of the human experience

Dislikes: Wasps/Hornets, too tight clothing, close minded/judgy people, bitter drinks, alcohol

Strengths/Advantages: Studious, level headed, compassionate.

Weaknesses/Flaws: unathletic, poor body language, an over abundance of cliche Australian stereotypes in his vocabulary.

Ons and Offs: here

Extra voluntary information:

Extra Pictures (some nsfw)

[LamentingQuill]

Name: Oliver Igaku

Age: 18

Appearance: 5'6 145 lbs. Oli sports a slender build, porcelain skin (formerly tan from living in Australia), red eyes, and back length, brunette hair that he usually keeps tied in a side ponytail. He has sharp, pretty features, giving him a feminine edge. He plays to this with makeup, jewelry, and crimson painted nails. When dressing up he can present quite femininely, not enough to mistaken for a girl, but beautiful none the less.

Sexual Orientation: Bi

Tier: First Tier

Prodigy Type: Medical (Toxicology and animal related injuries)

Personality: A kind and nurturing person at his core, Oliver expresses a maturity and empathy for others that some would say is beyond his years. He's the type to let things roll off his back, and if something bothers him he will rarely show it, for better or worse, and even when giving criticism tends to do so with a softer edge. This is a result of his earlier life, where he was often picked on by others, and would just as often lash out and get into fights in retaliation. Because of the issues this rose with school and his parents he was forced to grow out of this phase at an early age, and has since adopted a more "live and let live" attitude. Unfortunately despite all this he suffers from "resting smug face" which makes him look more arrogant and sinister than he actually is. It also causes his attempts to playfully tease people come off much more promiscuous and salacious than he usually intends.

Country of Origin: Australia (mixed Australian and Japanese)

Background: Oliver Igaku was born from the marriage of a traveling Japanese businessman, and an Australian hotel manager. Because of his frequent travel for work, Oliver's father would be absent for long stretches of his childhood. In addition to the normal angst that results from such a situation, it also meant he never had much connection to the Japanese half of his ancestry. This fortunately changed as he reached his teenage years, when, at his mother's behest, his father began to take him along on his business trips. Here he was able to see the world, visiting beautiful and exotic locations, all of them so foreign to the Aussie boy who had never left home before. One of the first places he visited was his father's homeland, allowing him to meet his extended family for the first time.

It was here that his fascination with medicine began. He had always loved animals growing up, but always had to keep a distance from them given the...dangerous nature of much of Australia's wildlife (an understatement and a half). The more he learned about them, the greater his fascination grew, seeming to narrow in on the deadliest creatures of the animal kingdom. However it wasn't until he began visiting Japan that his interests turned towards medicine. On one fateful camping trip in the mountains, Oliver's grandfather was stung repeatedly by a giant hornet and had to be rushed to the hospital. While he managed to pull through, Oli would never forget how helpless he felt, thinking his grandfather was going to die and not being able to do anything about it.

From then on Oliver looked to quell that feeling of helplessness with knowledge, researching everything he could about dangerous animal attacks and how to deal with them. He took to the study with surprising ease, enough to be labeled a prodigy, and now looks to expand his knowledge even further to the point where he can start putting it into practice and help those in need.

Sexual Preferences: Oli prefers to be the little spoon, but can be pushed into being more dominate if his partner insists, even if he's a bit awkward at it. Depending on his partner he can be highly submissive, or more of a power bottom. He enjoys a variety of things so he focuses more on playing to his partner's preferences.

Extra:

Potential plots involving your character? What would you like to see your character do, be involved in?: Some sort of wacky misadventure, comic/sexy misunderstandings and shenanigans, helping/consoling others with problems, possible love triangle/polyamorous situation.

Likes: Animals, Seafood, Bees, Honey, Lending a quick hand, cross dressing, comfy outfits, playing with chemicals, a little bit of THC, philosophical discussion on the nature of the human experience

Dislikes: Wasps/Hornets, too tight clothing, close minded/judgy people, bitter drinks, alcohol

Strengths/Advantages: Studious, level headed, compassionate.

Weaknesses/Flaws: unathletic, poor body language, an over abundance of cliche Australian stereotypes in his vocabulary.

Ons and Offs: here

Extra voluntary information:

Extra Pictures (some nsfw)

He looks great. Go ahead and post him up in the approved thread. We'll have to have him meet Klaus, he can put in a good word at the infirmary and get Dr. Olsen to recruit him as well, their hours in the infirmary goes on their resume after graduation ^.^

This may be gibberish to you, lol, but he reminds me in terms of looks of Leslie Roseblade from the otome game Wizardess Heart.

[pdragon]

muchos gracias. And I can definently see the resemblance.

[Moon Hound Hati]

Name: Seth Gamal

Age: 21

Appearance: A dashing, athletic young man that stands tall at a solid six feet, which is far above average compared to the average Egyptian male, with naturally tan skin and honey-colored     almost golden, even     eyes. His frame is tightly packed muscle upon tightly packed muscle; a prime example of peak physical condition in almost every way. This god-like body is maintained daily through exercise and you'll find him at the gym at least five days a week, where his main focus is strength and endurance training. Seeking the perfect balance between power, endurance, and speed, he has sculpted his body to find that balance. Aside from that his sharp gaze signals confidence and pride to all who meet it. He strides with certainty and purpose as if he's king of the world and the only moment that matters is that which is here and now.

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Tier: Second tier

Prodigy Type: Track and Field

Personality: It's not hard to figure out what kind of person Seth is. Brash and bold, he's always running forward, though he always says the here and now is what matters. Like many a successful athlete, he's one ball of pure confidence topped with a dash of arrogance. But also like many a successful athlete, it's in part to hide the insecurities that lie underneath. He enjoys every moment as if it's last, goes 110% because in the world of sports you're always at risk of an injury ending your entire career. But he's not letting that fear control or cripple him. He'll go the distance and achieve his goals; he'll make the world remember his name.

Country of Origin: Egypt, later Great Brittain

Background: Despite his rather exotic appearance, Seth is actually half Brittish. His father had traveled to Egypt as a photographer for a travel magazine and fell in love with a local beauty working the front desk at the hotel he was staying at. All it took was one night of passion for a child to be conceived. The first few years of his life were spent in the African desert country. He only saw his father every few months due to his work. It would not be until he was six years old that he and his mother could immigrate to the UK to be together as a family proper.

From a young age on he was very energetic. He loved to run and jump and throw stuff around. Trying to find a productive outlet for this energy, his parents let him do some trial lessons at various sports clubs. The national pastime football quickly fell through, much to his father's dismay, who was an avid fan of Manchester United. Instead, young Seth fell in love with the diversity of track and field. It had so many different elements to it that he thought he'd never get bored doing them all! After watching the Olympics for track and field sometime later on TV, he set himself the goal to become a gold medalist     preferably in multiple categories.

By the time he turned eighteen he'd participated and won several medals in the Junior Olympics, including one gold for the javelin throw and silver on the 100-meter sprint. What made him a prodigy was his aptitude for nearly every aspect of track and field, from the throwing events such as javelin and discus throw, and shot put, to the running events such as the 100- and 400-meter sprints, and even pole vaulting. After recovering from a light shoulder injury, he decided he needed the best help he could find in order to become the very best, to become an athlete who could get those medals at the Olympics. As such he enrolled in Yushu Academy and is now working harder than ever to achieve his childhood dream and writing his name down in the history books. From humble origins, he may have come, but greatness he will achieve. That's his motto, anyway.

Sexual Preferences: It's hard to nail it down to anything specific. Like with track and field, he likes to spice things up and not be tied down to one or two things exclusively. One thing he takes pride in is the human body and as such is very open to casual nudity.

Extra: I'll have to think about that.

Likes: You can take three guesses and if the first was physical exercise, then you are quite right. Aside from that, he's quite fond of music with a lot of fast-paced guitar and drum play in it, so hard rock and metal are two of his favorite genres. He doesn't have any particular band he's a huge fan of, but rather enjoys individual songs that have caught his ears. He'll likely be blasting them through earphones when training and working out. When it comes to food he's a real carnivore and likes his steak medium-rare     erring on the side or rare. Lastly, he's very much into Egyptian aesthetics, especially the sort revolving around pharaohs and gods.

Dislikes: There are two types of people Seth generally dislikes at first glance: sloths and those dwelling in the past. As you might have guessed they clash quite hard with his active lifestyle that focuses on the here and now. You only live once, as they say, so you have to make the most of what you have now and work your way up and up. If you're content with being gutter trash, try not to dirty his running shoes while you're rolling around down there!

Strengths/Advantages: His biggest strengths are his drive, energy, and natural aptitude for the various and varied elements of track and field. He's what some describe as "on the way to becoming a bonafide Olympic God." Naturally, such praise can lead and has led to a somewhat inflated sense of pride and accomplishment. Seth believes he is great and is destined for greatness, radiating a sense of confidence and a lack of modesty that can and has in the past rubbed certain people the wrong way. However, this is a double-edged sword, as it also works quite the opposite way, as well, attracting other people to him, as he is never dull and not at all pessimistic.

Weaknesses/Flaws: As mentioned above, his boisterous personality can rub some the wrong way. Other than that he's not particularly up to date with the big issues going on in the world, such as politics, wars, and the like. He lives in a sort of bubble where everything is A-okay and all things considered he's lived a pretty privileged life thus far, even if he puts in the hard work to be the top athlete he is. It also makes it so that he can't really sympathize well with those that endure certain struggles in life.

Ons and Offs: Might be a bit outdated, but you can always ask me if there's something specific.

Extra voluntary information:

Eye Candy (NSFW)

[LamentingQuill]

Name: Seth Gamal

Age: 21

Appearance: A dashing, athletic young man that stands tall at a solid six feet, which is far above average compared to the average Egyptian male, with naturally tan skin and honey-colored     almost golden, even     eyes. His frame is tightly packed muscle upon tightly packed muscle; a prime example of peak physical condition in almost every way. This god-like body is maintained daily through exercise and you'll find him at the gym at least five days a week, where his main focus is strength and endurance training. Seeking the perfect balance between power, endurance, and speed, he has sculpted his body to find that balance. Aside from that his sharp gaze signals confidence and pride to all who meet it. He strides with certainty and purpose as if he's king of the world and the only moment that matters is that which is here and now.

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Tier: Second tier

Prodigy Type: Track and Field

Personality: It's not hard to figure out what kind of person Seth is. Brash and bold, he's always running forward, though he always says the here and now is what matters. Like many a successful athlete, he's one ball of pure confidence topped with a dash of arrogance. But also like many a successful athlete, it's in part to hide the insecurities that lie underneath. He enjoys every moment as if it's last, goes 110% because in the world of sports you're always at risk of an injury ending your entire career. But he's not letting that fear control or cripple him. He'll go the distance and achieve his goals; he'll make the world remember his name.

Country of Origin: Egypt, later Great Brittain

Background: Despite his rather exotic appearance, Seth is actually half Brittish. His father had traveled to Egypt as a photographer for a travel magazine and fell in love with a local beauty working the front desk at the hotel he was staying at. All it took was one night of passion for a child to be conceived. The first few years of his life were spent in the African desert country. He only saw his father every few months due to his work. It would not be until he was six years old that he and his mother could immigrate to the UK to be together as a family proper.

From a young age on he was very energetic. He loved to run and jump and throw stuff around. Trying to find a productive outlet for this energy, his parents let him do some trial lessons at various sports clubs. The national pastime football quickly fell through, much to his father's dismay, who was an avid fan of Manchester United. Instead, young Seth fell in love with the diversity of track and field. It had so many different elements to it that he thought he'd never get bored doing them all! After watching the Olympics for track and field sometime later on TV, he set himself the goal to become a gold medalist     preferably in multiple categories.

By the time he turned eighteen he'd participated and won several medals in the Junior Olympics, including one gold for the javelin throw and silver on the 100-meter sprint. What made him a prodigy was his aptitude for nearly every aspect of track and field, from the throwing events such as javelin and discus throw, and shot put, to the running events such as the 100- and 400-meter sprints, and even pole vaulting. After recovering from a light shoulder injury, he decided he needed the best help he could find in order to become the very best, to become an athlete who could get those medals at the Olympics. As such he enrolled in Yushu Academy and is now working harder than ever to achieve his childhood dream and writing his name down in the history books. From humble origins, he may have come, but greatness he will achieve. That's his motto, anyway.

Sexual Preferences: It's hard to nail it down to anything specific. Like with track and field, he likes to spice things up and not be tied down to one or two things exclusively. One thing he takes pride in is the human body and as such is very open to casual nudity.

Extra: I'll have to think about that.

Likes: You can take three guesses and if the first was physical exercise, then you are quite right. Aside from that, he's quite fond of music with a lot of fast-paced guitar and drum play in it, so hard rock and metal are two of his favorite genres. He doesn't have any particular band he's a huge fan of, but rather enjoys individual songs that have caught his ears. He'll likely be blasting them through earphones when training and working out. When it comes to food he's a real carnivore and likes his steak medium-rare     erring on the side or rare. Lastly, he's very much into Egyptian aesthetics, especially the sort revolving around pharaohs and gods.

Dislikes: There are two types of people Seth generally dislikes at first glance: sloths and those dwelling in the past. As you might have guessed they clash quite hard with his active lifestyle that focuses on the here and now. You only live once, as they say, so you have to make the most of what you have now and work your way up and up. If you're content with being gutter trash, try not to dirty his running shoes while you're rolling around down there!

Strengths/Advantages: His biggest strengths are his drive, energy, and natural aptitude for the various and varied elements of track and field. He's what some describe as "on the way to becoming a bonafide Olympic God." Naturally, such praise can lead and has led to a somewhat inflated sense of pride and accomplishment. Seth believes he is great and is destined for greatness, radiating a sense of confidence and a lack of modesty that can and has in the past rubbed certain people the wrong way. However, this is a double-edged sword, as it also works quite the opposite way, as well, attracting other people to him, as he is never dull and not at all pessimistic.

Weaknesses/Flaws: As mentioned above, his boisterous personality can rub some the wrong way. Other than that he's not particularly up to date with the big issues going on in the world, such as politics, wars, and the like. He lives in a sort of bubble where everything is A-okay and all things considered he's lived a pretty privileged life thus far, even if he puts in the hard work to be the top athlete he is. It also makes it so that he can't really sympathize well with those that endure certain struggles in life.

Ons and Offs: Might be a bit outdated, but you can always ask me if there's something specific.

Extra voluntary information:

Eye Candy (NSFW)

He's delicious and well written, go ahead and post him up on the approved thread.

[Vergil Tanner]

Name: Dante E. Young

Age: 24

Appearance:

Dante stands at around 6'4" tall and weighs roughly 200lbs; whilst that might sound really rather heavy, he is in no way chubby or obese. Being a Figure Skater by trade - as far as most people are aware, anyway - means that his body is already going to be chiselled into an Adonis-like shape, with lean, powerful muscles rippling every time he moves. But Dante is not a lean, wilting twig. Far from it, in fact; alongside his figure skating, he has long practised several martial arts with an eye towards protecting his younger sister Grace and that requires more than just lean musculature. He required speed, balance, poise and power in equal measure, which is why he deliberately avoided the trap that many skaters fall into, becoming slender and athletic and giving up physical strength. As such, he intensified his training to help broaden his shoulders, strengthen his back and make his thighs much more powerful than they would otherwise appear. He is nowhere near "bodybuilder-big" – being more athletic and “built for function,” as it were – but he is not a small individual, possessing broad shoulders, sizeable arms and a sturdy chest and back that has muscle packed upon muscle and padded with muscle, not a single ounce of fat clinging to any part of his body.

Past his body, however, his facial features are very striking. Whilst possessed of the paler complexion of his English heritage, Dante has tanned a little in his time in Japan and managed to get rid of the pallor that many British individuals carry with them. His dark black hair is usually kept short and neatly ordered, and he tends to keep himself clean-shaven, though the occasional shadow does creep past. His jaw is strong, powerful and angular, with relatively prominent cheekbones and a surprisingly changeable face; when he wishes it, his face can be extremely expressive with very animated eyebrows and ready to move lips and eyes...but when he requires it, his face can become an unreadable stone wall that many people fail to register emotions on. His piercing ice blue eyes are one of the most noticeable parts of his face and never seem to stay still, flickering this way and that as if constantly analysing everything with his keen, cutting mind. His bearing is usually very formal and stiff, preferring to stand on ceremony and refusing to ever really relax. He seems to take most things very seriously, and has an almost severe figure at times...not that it has stopped many young women from swooning over his upper class, cultured English accent.

He tends to prefer – in his day to day life – formal suit-wear to the casual look. When not in school uniform, he can usually be found wearing some kind of suit, the specifics varying depending on his mood and the weather. He wears a small black-gemmed stud earring in his left ear, and a silver ring depicting Jormungandr on his right middle finger. Beneath his clothes, he has an angry, nasty scar on his left shoulder, running the length of his clavicle and marring his otherwise flawless skin, though he has managed to procure a shoulder and sleeve tattoo of a black feathery wing to disguise its immediate presence. He also has a small tattoo of Yggdrasil on his right-hand wrist, and an eyepatch covering his left eye.


Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Tier: Fourth Tier

Prodigy Type: Figure Skater

Personality:

Dante is, above all, supremely pragmatic; logic is really the only consistent, reliable way to approach any problem you might encounter in your life, and in order to properly weigh logic and reason, you must have; 1) strict standards by which to judge; 2) as much data as possible, and; 3) as little emotional interference as possible. To that end, he is controlled, rational and methodical to a fault and very rarely allows emotion to cloud his judgement. His emotions have caused a great deal of issues in the past, leading to some of his greatest failures so he keeps them firmly under control, only allowing himself to feel what is constructive and reasonable at the time and no more. Emotions cannot be allowed to rule your decisions, or you will be doomed to forever repeat the same mistakes and be vulnerable to the same manipulations that hurt you in the past. However, this strict approach to self discipline has the side effect of creating an individual that many would consider aloof, calculating, cold and standoffish. Indeed, he often comes off as robotic to some people, and thanks to his insistence on controlling his emotions, he does sometimes have difficulty empathising with people.

It isn't that he's a sociopath; he simply operates on a different wavelength to most people, and his lack of understanding his own emotions leads to a failure to understand others, too. He can understand on a logical level how people might feel, but he often fails at predicting how they might respond to certain stimuli, especially if he accidentally offends or upsets somebody. Despite this, he does have a great deal of hidden depths; His wit is biting at times, though he rarely means it in a condescending manner, and he sometimes - when comfortable - displays a sardonic, ironic, sarcastic sense of humour that most people are not prepared to deal with. One should not mistake his lack of outward emotion for an absence of feeling in its entirety; he does, in fact, feel and very deeply, his self control more being a self defence mechanism for just how raw his emotions can be sometimes. When he feels happiness or sadness or anger, he feels it intensely, and when it bubbles over the results are often spectacular...hence why he tends to bottle them up and vent them at appropriate times. Despite his aloof stoicism, he has a great deal of inner passion and drive that does not usually display itself in any way other than his relentless determination.

And determination is the name of the game; his will is all but unbreakable under normal circumstances, and if there is something he does not understand or is not capable of, he will not rest until he achieves his goal. Alas, this unbreakable will finds itself tested on a near daily basis as his own inner darkness and whispering demons seek to drag him down, some days being a struggle to gather the energy required to move from his bed in the first place. Several times, he has very nearly lost the battle with that all consuming void, each of which left its own mark somewhere on his body. Despite his standoffish nature, however, Dante is surprisingly loyal; should you win his loyalty, he will stand by your side through thick and thin, and it will take a great deal of concerted effort to change that. However, Dante does not speak about himself; he is reserved and closed off, preferring to deal with his problems by himself. This stems from his experiences with his sister; he has always had to be the strong, grown-up one, and so it could be said that many of the mechanisms people develop as they grow older simply did not stick with him through necessity. It would not be an unfair statement to say that in many ways, he grew up much too quickly.


Country of Origin: England, The United Kingdom

Background:

Dante and his twin sister Grace were born to a pair of fairly wealthy - and very busy - successful and wealthy business owners just over 24 years ago. Their births were accidents – that is, their parents didn't intend to have them – but there was never even a chance that their parents would get rid of them. Conceived during a rare act of loving passion, they were a reminder of the few times their parents got to actually spend much time together and as such, they were adored just like any babies born in a full, happy home. They were born healthy and without any complication and their parents adored them from the start. They immediately did all they could to give them everything they could ever ask for, and they never had any problem with shortage of money or food or nice trinkets and toys. The only thing they were starved of was ironically perhaps the most important thing; attention. The problem was simply that their parents - whilst loving and genuinely compassionate people - were just too busy to properly look after a pair of demanding twin infants. Their father was the head of a high-powered scientific research corporation that often did contract work for the government, and his mother was a highly regarded criminal defence lawyer who had risen to the top and controlled her very own firm situation in New York City who was very rarely afforded the opportunity to take time off.

With their parents never around they were effectively raised by nannies, which forced Dante – who held a special bond with his sister from an early age – to grow up extremely quickly in order to look after her in “The Right Way.” He did everything for her. He learned to cook well enough to keep her well and healthily fed, he learned all sorts of interesting facts and games to keep her amused during the day, he always studied hard at school to make sure he could help her with her homework and he was often the one who double checked that she had everything for school whenever they left the house. Even at the age of 5, he insisted on being the one to make them both lunches and pack them away into their bags so that they didn't forget them when Grace inevitably ignored her alarm and refused to get out of bed, thereby making them run late. It didn't help that, being from a wealthy family, kids at school attempted to ingratiate themselves to receive special treatment...and when the twins “generosity” wasn't adequately displayed, they turned – as kids often do – exceptionally nasty.

Both of the Twins were bullied viciously all the way through Primary School, up until the age of 8 when – upon stumbling across a group of boys shoving Grace around in the back of the playground – Dante intervened and ended up being sent to hospital with his injuries. He'd managed to protect Grace from further harm, but it turned out that one of the kids kicks had managed to shatter his clavicle to the point of needing two surgeries and a metal plate being temporarily installed in his shoulder. It was at that point that he decided that enough was enough; his sister needed him to be strong for her, and that was precisely what he was going to do. He threw himself into doing everything he could to keep her safe, from taking up martial arts to outright inviting people to bully and victimise and fight him so that his sister could have a normal, peaceful life. During this time, Grace managed to convince Dante to pick up a couple of hobbies just for him; she saw how hard he worked, how much he sacrificed to keep her safe, and so she begged him to find a couple of things that he could enjoy that were just for him.

After looking around for anything that might give him an edge or an outlet, he settled on two things; violin (casually, anyway) and figure skating, which he soon found he had an unnaturally prodigious knack for. he soon got involved in all kinds of competitions and contests for younger competitors, and found that...on the ice, in the throes of music and movement, he could finally let himself free and not worry about the wider world for just a few minutes. He threw himself into it, pushing himself to be better, faster, more dexterous and athletic, attacking it with the intensity he attacked anything he wanted to master and soon enough he was the best in his age group in the country, representing England at the under-13's European competitions every year. The bullying slowed down a little as he gained popularity, and things were looking good. And so it went. They managed to get through primary school and eventually got accepted into a prestigious secondary school that specialised in law and business, with Grace - the excitable pre-teen that she was - bubbling that she was going to do well and be a world-famous lawyer like her mother.

Dante's views on their parents were somewhat less charitable, but he welcomed the opportunity to learn yet more knowledge and skills that might let him defend his sister from harm, as well as perhaps being able to relax a little due to being amongst their social peers and - therefore, he assumed - no longer a target of bullying thanks to their affluence. Alas, as every bullied child could tell you, secondary school was no different. But instead of being bullied for their wealth, they were instead bullied for being “Mongrels;” they were wealthy, yes, but their parents had clawed their way up from the bottom rather than being born into a "good family," which put them at the bottom of the pile. The upperclassmen Alphas picked them out of the crowd as easy targets thanks to Dante's inability to properly make friends; his aloof nature effectively isolated him from anybody who might otherwise be willing to step in to help. It started as little things, at first, a glass of water here, a trip there, a sabotaged project every now and then, the occasional fight in the corridor as Dante defended his sister – resulting in detention for all parties involved - but it soon got much, much more serious.

It eventually culminated in an all-out brawl in the corridor that got Dante placed in isolation, and several of the bully's goons suspended for a short time. But whilst he was in isolation, the "head" bully – Jakob Wethercroft – went after his sister instead. Jakob followed Grace one lunchtime and cornered her in the bathroom, shoving her into a stall with the obvious intention to assault her in the worst and most scarring of ways. Thankfully, Dante had been excused to visit the bathroom - despite his brawling, he was known as an otherwise decent student, so he was afforded a small degree of trust - and he just so happened to be walking past the womens restrooms when he heard a sound that chilled him to the bone; his sisters screams, sharply cut off after a loud cracking sound. He barrelled into the bathroom without a thought and attacked Jakob, breaking a left-behind mop from the caretaker across his spine. The resultant fight was vicious and violent, with both children ending up battered and bruised and heaving blood on the floor by the time the teachers arrived; Jakob was sent to hospital with a shattered arm, a concussion, a punctured lung (he survived...unfortunately) and four missing teeth, whilst Dante was treated to a shattered kneecap and the permanent loss of his left eye from when Jakob had managed to grab a piece of the broken mop and stab it into Dante's face.

The attempted assault had failed, but only just, and after a short stay at the medical wing, their parents insisted on transferring Grace to an all-girls school in France for her own safety, not that they'd ever given a damn before as far as Dante was concerned. Dante, meanwhile, stayed where he was and wallowed in his own failure. he had to live with his failure to protect his baby sister. He threw himself ever more into his studies, driving himself to exhaustion to perfect both his skills and his planning, his thinking, his physical capabilities, determined to discover everything that he could about magic and its systems, how it worked and why it worked so that nobody could hurt him or Grace ever again. He pushed himself far too hard, swallowed by self loathing, guilt, loneliness and crippling self-doubt and almost lost himself – both his mind, and his very life – as he pressured himself into impossible standards, isolating himself from the world around him. It was only after a particularly dark time in his life before his final year of school that he managed to pull himself out of it.

He'd fallen into a deep alcoholic and depressive slump, and only a brush with self-inflicted death managed to shake him from his stupor. That, and an angry visit from Grace when she found out what had happened; she implored him to pick himself up, to not give up, to stop blaming himself, to stop isolating himself, and she made him promise to continue to pursue the things he loved. It was at her insistence that he entered the next figure skating competition - the prize of which was a paid scholarship to Yushu Academy - and thanks to her patient tutoring, encouragement and forgiveness, he managed to win. He managed to win himself a place in Yushu, where he swore that he would make her proud. He moved to Yushu soon after, reinvigorated and newly determined to see himself succeed for Grace, to push himself so that he would never leave her defenceless or alone ever again, spurred on by his near-failure; he'd almost allowed his darkness to consume him, and that would have left Grace all alone in the vast, hostile world. No. No, he would never let her live in a world without him. He'd always be there for her, no matter what. That optimism, however, only lasted for a couple of years.

When he turned 21, he got news from Grace that his families companies had fallen on hard times; the business was failing in the face of the recession and had collapsed under its own weight, leaving his father jobless and struggling; they had money saved up, but much of it was going to pay off investors and debtors to the company rather than formally filing for bankruptcy. On his mothers side, a partner had embezzled so much money from his the firm that it was only barely staying alive, consuming resources in an effort to struggle on and regain its footing. His family had lost its money, its wealth, its prestige, and whilst he could survive on the savings he'd put aside from his stipend until now - and his Figure Skating, naturally - his sister...not so much. She was an extravagant young woman with big dreams...dreams that meant that she likely wasn't going to be earning until after she made a name for herself. She needed income to pursue her dreams long enough to make them a success, and his parents were not going to be able to do that anymore. They were losing capital quickly, and he owed his sister a greater debt than he could ever repay. His winnings alone were not enough to support both of them, so he hatched a plan; there was a criminal element in Yushu, that much he knew, and it was about time that their money started going to a worthy cause.

And so, over the course of the next year, he used his contacts through his fathers company and developed his own system of favours and payments to create his own little network. He established himself - through a front and a pseudonym, of course - as the man who could get you whatever you needed, whenever you needed it, goods or transport or information...for the right price. The profits from both his competitions and his side-hustle of course went straight to his and Grace's upkeep, making certain that she can pursue her dreams and he can continue his studies and career. Yes, it might be immoral to profit off of crime, but...well, it was going to happen anyway, wasn't it? Better that the money helped him and his sister than some petty crooks drug habit. Distasteful? Perhaps. But he would do a whole lot worse to make sure that Grace had a long, happy, successful life. It was simply the logical thing to do.


Sexual Preferences: Dante is a dominant. He's a stern, aloof Master who expects adulation and complete obedience, and who relishes in the breaking and "disciplining" of bratty subs. He is stern but affectionate, he is quick with his praise but in a controlled manner, like a school teacher scolding a student or - indeed - a Daddy educating his little girl. He is precise and controlled in all things, valuing technique and ability over raw overwhelming force...but that does not mean that he is low on passion or savagery. When provoked, he can become a tempest of emotions that will take his Submissive on a wild ride of orgasms and toe-curling ecstasy, a machine that continues to go long after his Submissive is begging for mercy. His passion is controlled, concentrated and inexhaustible, and when he gives an order, he expects to be obeyed. He can be passionate and loving, however, easily switching between stern and dirty-talking Master and kind, loving, tender Daddy in the right circumstances. His voice helps with this a lot; intelligent and commanding, yet oddly sensual in its own crisp way when he wants it to be. Indeed...if he decides that he loves you, you may well see a depth of feeling that most people would not guess him capable of from outer appearances.

Extra:
-- Is a decent violin player. Not prodigy level, but decent.
-- Is trained in Pencak Silat, Taekwondo, Judo and Sun Kune Do
-- Has a pet White Raven named Corva
-- Likes to wear a collection of jewellery
-- Drives a Black Aston Martin Vanquish. [Present from Grace]


Potential plots involving your character? What would you like to see your character do, be involved in?
Perhaps somebody might want to penetrate his cynical, jaded nature? Maybe a love triangle, or somebody trying to reach him. Maybe somebody works for him buying, selling and stealing rare items and whatnot, or perhaps somebody REALLY needs something gotten that he can help them with? Maybe he finds out about something damaging to another student, and they have to buy his silence, or somebody else wants to buy the information off of him? Hell, maybe somebody just wants to be his friend and give him somebody to talk to, since he's so aloof and lonely all the time. Another angle I want to explore is his sometimes crippling depression and how he might manage to fight through it and learn to let people help him.


Likes: Knowledge, reading, experimentation, history, honesty, reliability, order, cooking, certain sports, dogs, falconry, Grace.

Dislikes: Unnecessary deception, outright chaos, ignorance (wilfull or otherwise), stupidity, bullies, tomatoes.

Strengths/Advantages:
Dante is driven and determined beyond all mortal sense; if there is something he is required to do, he will pull out all of the stops in order to see it done. He is quick-thinking, resourceful and surprisingly creative, melding both his inquisitive and methodical rational mind with outside of the box planning to make him a truly formidable mind to deal with. He is also ruled by logic; he has a set standard by which he judges himself, a set group of goals, and does not waver. He does exactly what he thinks he needs to do in order to succeed, and that includes throwing himself into every single lesson he can find. If you are teaching something he does not know? He will sit down, he will learn, and he will drive himself to be the very top of the class, no matter what. Not because he wants to prove that he's smarter than everybody else...it's just that if you're going to do something, you might as well do it right. Why learn something if you're not going to make sure that you're the very damn best?


Weaknesses/Flaws:
Alas, that drive, that determination and that need to push on means that he is – underneath it all – oddly fragile. Thanks to being forced to grow up too quickly, he tends to bottle things up a lot and has very few meaningful outlets for his frustrations, fears and insecurities. He is constantly second guessing himself, reflecting on his failures and his mistakes, and is haunted by the things he has done that he views as reprehensible, despite standing by the fact that they needed to be done. He is willing to do whatever it takes to achieve his goals, yes, but he was also cursed with the conscience of a good man. As such, he has moments where he genuinely believes that he is unworthy of respect or love, and there are some days when the weight of everything on his shoulders and the self-imposed isolation he has taken on saps his strength to the point where even getting out of bed in the morning is a Herculean task in and of itself due to his undiagnosed clinical chronic depression. He fights through it most days, but some days, it's all he can manage to get out of bed at all. Due to his rough time as a teenager, he is a recovering addict and alcoholic, and sometimes it takes him all of his self control not to relapse. He has an intense fear of failure, and of losing people close to him, which has resulted in him pushing people away more often than not. In terms of actual phobias, he does hold a minor one of extreme heights.


Ons and Offs: Be A Good Girl For Daddy, Princess~

Theme Song:

Audeamus

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgjiGDO7_EA

[LamentingQuill]

Name: Dante E. Young

Age: 24

Appearance:

Dante stands at around 6'4" tall and weighs roughly 200lbs; whilst that might sound really rather heavy, he is in no way chubby or obese. Being a Figure Skater by trade - as far as most people are aware, anyway - means that his body is already going to be chiselled into an Adonis-like shape, with lean, powerful muscles rippling every time he moves. But Dante is not a lean, wilting twig. Far from it, in fact; alongside his figure skating, he has long practised several martial arts with an eye towards protecting his younger sister Grace and that requires more than just lean musculature. He required speed, balance, poise and power in equal measure, which is why he deliberately avoided the trap that many skaters fall into, becoming slender and athletic and giving up physical strength. As such, he intensified his training to help broaden his shoulders, strengthen his back and make his thighs much more powerful than they would otherwise appear. He is nowhere near "bodybuilder-big" – being more athletic and “built for function,” as it were – but he is not a small individual, possessing broad shoulders, sizeable arms and a sturdy chest and back that has muscle packed upon muscle and padded with muscle, not a single ounce of fat clinging to any part of his body.

Past his body, however, his facial features are very striking. Whilst possessed of the paler complexion of his English heritage, Dante has tanned a little in his time in Japan and managed to get rid of the pallor that many British individuals carry with them. His dark black hair is usually kept short and neatly ordered, and he tends to keep himself clean-shaven, though the occasional shadow does creep past. His jaw is strong, powerful and angular, with relatively prominent cheekbones and a surprisingly changeable face; when he wishes it, his face can be extremely expressive with very animated eyebrows and ready to move lips and eyes...but when he requires it, his face can become an unreadable stone wall that many people fail to register emotions on. His piercing ice blue eyes are one of the most noticeable parts of his face and never seem to stay still, flickering this way and that as if constantly analysing everything with his keen, cutting mind. His bearing is usually very formal and stiff, preferring to stand on ceremony and refusing to ever really relax. He seems to take most things very seriously, and has an almost severe figure at times...not that it has stopped many young women from swooning over his upper class, cultured English accent.

He tends to prefer – in his day to day life – formal suit-wear to the casual look. When not in school uniform, he can usually be found wearing some kind of suit, the specifics varying depending on his mood and the weather. He wears a small black-gemmed stud earring in his left ear, and a silver ring depicting Jormungandr on his right middle finger. Beneath his clothes, he has an angry, nasty scar on his left shoulder, running the length of his clavicle and marring his otherwise flawless skin, though he has managed to procure a shoulder and sleeve tattoo of a black feathery wing to disguise its immediate presence. He also has a small tattoo of Yggdrasil on his right-hand wrist, and an eyepatch covering his left eye.


Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Tier: Fourth Tier

Prodigy Type: Figure Skater

Personality:

Dante is, above all, supremely pragmatic; logic is really the only consistent, reliable way to approach any problem you might encounter in your life, and in order to properly weigh logic and reason, you must have; 1) strict standards by which to judge; 2) as much data as possible, and; 3) as little emotional interference as possible. To that end, he is controlled, rational and methodical to a fault and very rarely allows emotion to cloud his judgement. His emotions have caused a great deal of issues in the past, leading to some of his greatest failures so he keeps them firmly under control, only allowing himself to feel what is constructive and reasonable at the time and no more. Emotions cannot be allowed to rule your decisions, or you will be doomed to forever repeat the same mistakes and be vulnerable to the same manipulations that hurt you in the past. However, this strict approach to self discipline has the side effect of creating an individual that many would consider aloof, calculating, cold and standoffish. Indeed, he often comes off as robotic to some people, and thanks to his insistence on controlling his emotions, he does sometimes have difficulty empathising with people.

It isn't that he's a sociopath; he simply operates on a different wavelength to most people, and his lack of understanding his own emotions leads to a failure to understand others, too. He can understand on a logical level how people might feel, but he often fails at predicting how they might respond to certain stimuli, especially if he accidentally offends or upsets somebody. Despite this, he does have a great deal of hidden depths; His wit is biting at times, though he rarely means it in a condescending manner, and he sometimes - when comfortable - displays a sardonic, ironic, sarcastic sense of humour that most people are not prepared to deal with. One should not mistake his lack of outward emotion for an absence of feeling in its entirety; he does, in fact, feel and very deeply, his self control more being a self defence mechanism for just how raw his emotions can be sometimes. When he feels happiness or sadness or anger, he feels it intensely, and when it bubbles over the results are often spectacular...hence why he tends to bottle them up and vent them at appropriate times. Despite his aloof stoicism, he has a great deal of inner passion and drive that does not usually display itself in any way other than his relentless determination.

And determination is the name of the game; his will is all but unbreakable under normal circumstances, and if there is something he does not understand or is not capable of, he will not rest until he achieves his goal. Alas, this unbreakable will finds itself tested on a near daily basis as his own inner darkness and whispering demons seek to drag him down, some days being a struggle to gather the energy required to move from his bed in the first place. Several times, he has very nearly lost the battle with that all consuming void, each of which left its own mark somewhere on his body. Despite his standoffish nature, however, Dante is surprisingly loyal; should you win his loyalty, he will stand by your side through thick and thin, and it will take a great deal of concerted effort to change that. However, Dante does not speak about himself; he is reserved and closed off, preferring to deal with his problems by himself. This stems from his experiences with his sister; he has always had to be the strong, grown-up one, and so it could be said that many of the mechanisms people develop as they grow older simply did not stick with him through necessity. It would not be an unfair statement to say that in many ways, he grew up much too quickly.


Country of Origin: England, The United Kingdom

Background:

Dante and his twin sister Grace were born to a pair of fairly wealthy - and very busy - successful and wealthy business owners just over 24 years ago. Their births were accidents – that is, their parents didn't intend to have them – but there was never even a chance that their parents would get rid of them. Conceived during a rare act of loving passion, they were a reminder of the few times their parents got to actually spend much time together and as such, they were adored just like any babies born in a full, happy home. They were born healthy and without any complication and their parents adored them from the start. They immediately did all they could to give them everything they could ever ask for, and they never had any problem with shortage of money or food or nice trinkets and toys. The only thing they were starved of was ironically perhaps the most important thing; attention. The problem was simply that their parents - whilst loving and genuinely compassionate people - were just too busy to properly look after a pair of demanding twin infants. Their father was the head of a high-powered scientific research corporation that often did contract work for the government, and his mother was a highly regarded criminal defence lawyer who had risen to the top and controlled her very own firm situation in New York City who was very rarely afforded the opportunity to take time off.

With their parents never around they were effectively raised by nannies, which forced Dante – who held a special bond with his sister from an early age – to grow up extremely quickly in order to look after her in “The Right Way.” He did everything for her. He learned to cook well enough to keep her well and healthily fed, he learned all sorts of interesting facts and games to keep her amused during the day, he always studied hard at school to make sure he could help her with her homework and he was often the one who double checked that she had everything for school whenever they left the house. Even at the age of 5, he insisted on being the one to make them both lunches and pack them away into their bags so that they didn't forget them when Grace inevitably ignored her alarm and refused to get out of bed, thereby making them run late. It didn't help that, being from a wealthy family, kids at school attempted to ingratiate themselves to receive special treatment...and when the twins “generosity” wasn't adequately displayed, they turned – as kids often do – exceptionally nasty.

Both of the Twins were bullied viciously all the way through Primary School, up until the age of 8 when – upon stumbling across a group of boys shoving Grace around in the back of the playground – Dante intervened and ended up being sent to hospital with his injuries. He'd managed to protect Grace from further harm, but it turned out that one of the kids kicks had managed to shatter his clavicle to the point of needing two surgeries and a metal plate being temporarily installed in his shoulder. It was at that point that he decided that enough was enough; his sister needed him to be strong for her, and that was precisely what he was going to do. He threw himself into doing everything he could to keep her safe, from taking up martial arts to outright inviting people to bully and victimise and fight him so that his sister could have a normal, peaceful life. During this time, Grace managed to convince Dante to pick up a couple of hobbies just for him; she saw how hard he worked, how much he sacrificed to keep her safe, and so she begged him to find a couple of things that he could enjoy that were just for him.

After looking around for anything that might give him an edge or an outlet, he settled on two things; violin (casually, anyway) and figure skating, which he soon found he had an unnaturally prodigious knack for. he soon got involved in all kinds of competitions and contests for younger competitors, and found that...on the ice, in the throes of music and movement, he could finally let himself free and not worry about the wider world for just a few minutes. He threw himself into it, pushing himself to be better, faster, more dexterous and athletic, attacking it with the intensity he attacked anything he wanted to master and soon enough he was the best in his age group in the country, representing England at the under-13's European competitions every year. The bullying slowed down a little as he gained popularity, and things were looking good. And so it went. They managed to get through primary school and eventually got accepted into a prestigious secondary school that specialised in law and business, with Grace - the excitable pre-teen that she was - bubbling that she was going to do well and be a world-famous lawyer like her mother.

Dante's views on their parents were somewhat less charitable, but he welcomed the opportunity to learn yet more knowledge and skills that might let him defend his sister from harm, as well as perhaps being able to relax a little due to being amongst their social peers and - therefore, he assumed - no longer a target of bullying thanks to their affluence. Alas, as every bullied child could tell you, secondary school was no different. But instead of being bullied for their wealth, they were instead bullied for being “Mongrels;” they were wealthy, yes, but their parents had clawed their way up from the bottom rather than being born into a "good family," which put them at the bottom of the pile. The upperclassmen Alphas picked them out of the crowd as easy targets thanks to Dante's inability to properly make friends; his aloof nature effectively isolated him from anybody who might otherwise be willing to step in to help. It started as little things, at first, a glass of water here, a trip there, a sabotaged project every now and then, the occasional fight in the corridor as Dante defended his sister – resulting in detention for all parties involved - but it soon got much, much more serious.

It eventually culminated in an all-out brawl in the corridor that got Dante placed in isolation, and several of the bully's goons suspended for a short time. But whilst he was in isolation, the "head" bully – Jakob Wethercroft – went after his sister instead. Jakob followed Grace one lunchtime and cornered her in the bathroom, shoving her into a stall with the obvious intention to assault her in the worst and most scarring of ways. Thankfully, Dante had been excused to visit the bathroom - despite his brawling, he was known as an otherwise decent student, so he was afforded a small degree of trust - and he just so happened to be walking past the womens restrooms when he heard a sound that chilled him to the bone; his sisters screams, sharply cut off after a loud cracking sound. He barrelled into the bathroom without a thought and attacked Jakob, breaking a left-behind mop from the caretaker across his spine. The resultant fight was vicious and violent, with both children ending up battered and bruised and heaving blood on the floor by the time the teachers arrived; Jakob was sent to hospital with a shattered arm, a concussion, a punctured lung (he survived...unfortunately) and four missing teeth, whilst Dante was treated to a shattered kneecap and the permanent loss of his left eye from when Jakob had managed to grab a piece of the broken mop and stab it into Dante's face.

The attempted assault had failed, but only just, and after a short stay at the medical wing, their parents insisted on transferring Grace to an all-girls school in France for her own safety, not that they'd ever given a damn before as far as Dante was concerned. Dante, meanwhile, stayed where he was and wallowed in his own failure. he had to live with his failure to protect his baby sister. He threw himself ever more into his studies, driving himself to exhaustion to perfect both his skills and his planning, his thinking, his physical capabilities, determined to discover everything that he could about magic and its systems, how it worked and why it worked so that nobody could hurt him or Grace ever again. He pushed himself far too hard, swallowed by self loathing, guilt, loneliness and crippling self-doubt and almost lost himself – both his mind, and his very life – as he pressured himself into impossible standards, isolating himself from the world around him. It was only after a particularly dark time in his life before his final year of school that he managed to pull himself out of it.

He'd fallen into a deep alcoholic and depressive slump, and only a brush with self-inflicted death managed to shake him from his stupor. That, and an angry visit from Grace when she found out what had happened; she implored him to pick himself up, to not give up, to stop blaming himself, to stop isolating himself, and she made him promise to continue to pursue the things he loved. It was at her insistence that he entered the next figure skating competition - the prize of which was a paid scholarship to Yushu Academy - and thanks to her patient tutoring, encouragement and forgiveness, he managed to win. He managed to win himself a place in Yushu, where he swore that he would make her proud. He moved to Yushu soon after, reinvigorated and newly determined to see himself succeed for Grace, to push himself so that he would never leave her defenceless or alone ever again, spurred on by his near-failure; he'd almost allowed his darkness to consume him, and that would have left Grace all alone in the vast, hostile world. No. No, he would never let her live in a world without him. He'd always be there for her, no matter what. That optimism, however, only lasted for a couple of years.

When he turned 21, he got news from Grace that his families companies had fallen on hard times; the business was failing in the face of the recession and had collapsed under its own weight, leaving his father jobless and struggling; they had money saved up, but much of it was going to pay off investors and debtors to the company rather than formally filing for bankruptcy. On his mothers side, a partner had embezzled so much money from his the firm that it was only barely staying alive, consuming resources in an effort to struggle on and regain its footing. His family had lost its money, its wealth, its prestige, and whilst he could survive on the savings he'd put aside from his stipend until now - and his Figure Skating, naturally - his sister...not so much. She was an extravagant young woman with big dreams...dreams that meant that she likely wasn't going to be earning until after she made a name for herself. She needed income to pursue her dreams long enough to make them a success, and his parents were not going to be able to do that anymore. They were losing capital quickly, and he owed his sister a greater debt than he could ever repay. His winnings alone were not enough to support both of them, so he hatched a plan; there was a criminal element in Yushu, that much he knew, and it was about time that their money started going to a worthy cause.

And so, over the course of the next year, he used his contacts through his fathers company and developed his own system of favours and payments to create his own little network. He established himself - through a front and a pseudonym, of course - as the man who could get you whatever you needed, whenever you needed it, goods or transport or information...for the right price. The profits from both his competitions and his side-hustle of course went straight to his and Grace's upkeep, making certain that she can pursue her dreams and he can continue his studies and career. Yes, it might be immoral to profit off of crime, but...well, it was going to happen anyway, wasn't it? Better that the money helped him and his sister than some petty crooks drug habit. Distasteful? Perhaps. But he would do a whole lot worse to make sure that Grace had a long, happy, successful life. It was simply the logical thing to do.


Sexual Preferences: Dante is a dominant. He's a stern, aloof Master who expects adulation and complete obedience, and who relishes in the breaking and "disciplining" of bratty subs. He is stern but affectionate, he is quick with his praise but in a controlled manner, like a school teacher scolding a student or - indeed - a Daddy educating his little girl. He is precise and controlled in all things, valuing technique and ability over raw overwhelming force...but that does not mean that he is low on passion or savagery. When provoked, he can become a tempest of emotions that will take his Submissive on a wild ride of orgasms and toe-curling ecstasy, a machine that continues to go long after his Submissive is begging for mercy. His passion is controlled, concentrated and inexhaustible, and when he gives an order, he expects to be obeyed. He can be passionate and loving, however, easily switching between stern and dirty-talking Master and kind, loving, tender Daddy in the right circumstances. His voice helps with this a lot; intelligent and commanding, yet oddly sensual in its own crisp way when he wants it to be. Indeed...if he decides that he loves you, you may well see a depth of feeling that most people would not guess him capable of from outer appearances.

Extra:
-- Is a decent violin player. Not prodigy level, but decent.
-- Is trained in Pencak Silat, Taekwondo, Judo and Sun Kune Do
-- Has a pet White Raven named Corva
-- Likes to wear a collection of jewellery
-- Drives a Black Aston Martin Vanquish. [Present from Grace]


Potential plots involving your character? What would you like to see your character do, be involved in?
Perhaps somebody might want to penetrate his cynical, jaded nature? Maybe a love triangle, or somebody trying to reach him. Maybe somebody works for him buying, selling and stealing rare items and whatnot, or perhaps somebody REALLY needs something gotten that he can help them with? Maybe he finds out about something damaging to another student, and they have to buy his silence, or somebody else wants to buy the information off of him? Hell, maybe somebody just wants to be his friend and give him somebody to talk to, since he's so aloof and lonely all the time. Another angle I want to explore is his sometimes crippling depression and how he might manage to fight through it and learn to let people help him.


Likes: Knowledge, reading, experimentation, history, honesty, reliability, order, cooking, certain sports, dogs, falconry, Grace.

Dislikes: Unnecessary deception, outright chaos, ignorance (wilfull or otherwise), stupidity, bullies, tomatoes.

Strengths/Advantages:
Dante is driven and determined beyond all mortal sense; if there is something he is required to do, he will pull out all of the stops in order to see it done. He is quick-thinking, resourceful and surprisingly creative, melding both his inquisitive and methodical rational mind with outside of the box planning to make him a truly formidable mind to deal with. He is also ruled by logic; he has a set standard by which he judges himself, a set group of goals, and does not waver. He does exactly what he thinks he needs to do in order to succeed, and that includes throwing himself into every single lesson he can find. If you are teaching something he does not know? He will sit down, he will learn, and he will drive himself to be the very top of the class, no matter what. Not because he wants to prove that he's smarter than everybody else...it's just that if you're going to do something, you might as well do it right. Why learn something if you're not going to make sure that you're the very damn best?


Weaknesses/Flaws:
Alas, that drive, that determination and that need to push on means that he is – underneath it all – oddly fragile. Thanks to being forced to grow up too quickly, he tends to bottle things up a lot and has very few meaningful outlets for his frustrations, fears and insecurities. He is constantly second guessing himself, reflecting on his failures and his mistakes, and is haunted by the things he has done that he views as reprehensible, despite standing by the fact that they needed to be done. He is willing to do whatever it takes to achieve his goals, yes, but he was also cursed with the conscience of a good man. As such, he has moments where he genuinely believes that he is unworthy of respect or love, and there are some days when the weight of everything on his shoulders and the self-imposed isolation he has taken on saps his strength to the point where even getting out of bed in the morning is a Herculean task in and of itself due to his undiagnosed clinical chronic depression. He fights through it most days, but some days, it's all he can manage to get out of bed at all. Due to his rough time as a teenager, he is a recovering addict and alcoholic, and sometimes it takes him all of his self control not to relapse. He has an intense fear of failure, and of losing people close to him, which has resulted in him pushing people away more often than not. In terms of actual phobias, he does hold a minor one of extreme heights.


Ons and Offs: Be A Good Girl For Daddy, Princess~

Theme Song:

Audeamus

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgjiGDO7_EA

Looks good. Go ahead and post his profile.

[PentheWonderful]

Name: Cassandra Moreaux-Michaels

Age: 20

Appearance: Standing at 5'2 with a meagre weight of 100lbs, Cassandra is a petite woman. She is not the most powerfully built, she cannot throw the hardest punches, nor can she endure it back. But where she lacked in strength and power, she makes up for in agility and stealth. Cassandra has complete command of her perfectly proportioned and limber body. Her dainty limbs are tight with muscle and capable of performing complex acrobatic moves, providing her with the flexibility to move in fluid, sinuous motions, almost seamless in its succession, but also allow her to bend in half in a single snap. Just watching her walk is almost enough to give you a sense of satisfaction with the ease and near-surreal grace she holds herself to as she floats across the room – like a satin sash caught in the wind - catching one’s attention with ease despite her smaller stature.

Her legs in particular account for most of her height, being long and slender while also toned and with a shapely bubble butt on top. Her body is perfectly sculpted and formed for function; with a tight, tiny waist flaring out into wide, well-balanced hips. Firm, sleek muscles accentuate her curves and generous C-cup breasts. Her long, black, wavy hair falls to her waist and spills over her slender shoulders. They curve and curl in any direction they please, like black fire, framing her heart-shaped face and contrasting starkly against her catlike eyes, like two pools of shimmering mercury. They shine with intelligence and mischief, constantly thinking and plotting, yet carries an old soul that indicates a degree of maturity and weathering. Her lips are plump and juicy with a natural cherry-stained colour sitting just below a dainty button nose. Her skin is of a sublime olive complexion, giving her a subtle golden glow beneath the sunlight.

Coquettish and sensual with smooth, delicate features often worn in a look of amusement, Cassandra is the embodiment of striking and bewitching. She can contort her face into a variety of expressions at the drop of a hat, and she certainly uses her looks to her advantage. With her sublime etiquette, worldly knowledge, and aristocratic behaviour, she possesses a charismatic aura that simply draws attention toward her without even trying. She can enchant even the pickiest of souls. However, she hides secrets beneath her fashionable clothes. Deep down, she is a rough and tumble Indiana Jane. Scars, or travel mementos as she calls them, covers her from head to toe, whether it be faint and unnoticeable or bold and striking. Like a tiger who wears her stripes, she wears her scars with pride.

But more for other’s comfort than her own, Cassandra tends to cover these scars with fashionable clothes from high-end clothing brands. Her style consists of sleek and functional clothes that flatter but are not too garish to the eyes. Often you will find her in sleeveless turtlenecks and skin-tight pants, trendy coats/jackets, boots or heels to give herself a much-needed height boost. She dresses to impress and believes that first impressions are the most important part of an encounter. However, outside of business, she has quite an eclectic taste in clothing; ranging from oversized shirts to ripped jeans and denim shorts, sneakers and leather skirts. She does not accessorize much, however, and prefers to keep things simple with just earrings and chokers.

Sexual Orientation: Bi-curious, leaning towards men

Tier: Second Tier

Prodigy Type: Gymnastics

Personality: Mysterious, quiet, and private, Cassie is an enigma in and of herself, watching cryptically from a corner of the room. Individualistic with a sharp mind, quick wit and silver tongue, she is a strategist, an architect, an engineer who orchestrates situations and happenings with ease. She enjoys witty banter, irony, and sarcasm, but will take charge and become authoritative when necessary. She is unpredictable and dangerous, valuing efficiency and effectiveness over morals and good will. She holds an aura of power and dominance, very quick to plan and command, she gets the job done and always, always gets what she wants. Though cultured and knowledgeable as one could possibly be, she is inexplicably drawn to danger, driven by a thrill-seeking addiction which fuels her love for adventure and compels her hot-blooded desire to actively, if not subconsciously, seek out danger. Generally observant, collected, and cool under pressure, Cassie relies more on her brilliant mind rather than her shrivelled heart. Ballet has taught her to mask her pain with grace and poise, but also to master her emotions, being able to detach herself from them completely at will. Where she is paranoid, untrusting, and apathic she is also strange and quirky. However, she retains an easily amused, laid back attitude, she is emotionally detached and unable to truly commit to anyone, resulting in the string of broken hearts behind her. However, beneath her cool girl facade and all the walls she had built around her heart is a frail little girl who is lost without direction, seeking protection and guidance within the arms of someone who would love her the way she needs. Scared of heartbreak, she leaves before she is left, and hurts before she is hurt.

Manipulative, cunning, and often insincere. She hides behind an array of masks, white lies and sweet deceit, never letting anyone close. Never truly letting them in. Perhaps, simply not knowing how. She can mimic a wide variety of emotion – understanding, empathy, kindness, vulnerability – but never truly experience or understand them. The pressure she had been raised under, the hells she had been put through had forced her to shy away from it, detach from it, simply to protect herself and keep herself from falling apart. However, aided by her incredible perception, she always knows just what to say, how to behave and she uses that to her complete advantage without guilt. She holds everyone at a distance and trusts no one but herself. They are all disposable, replaceable, and therefore she has absolutely no reason to grow attached because that is all she knows. She is selfish, she thinks of only herself and acts only if it benefits her interests or furthers her cause. You can’t trust Cassandra. It’d be as foolish as believing a genie would grant you a wish without taking anything in return. She is devastatingly intelligent, but also devastatingly amoral. Her moral compass had broken long ago, and she walks a fine line between the acceptable and despicable. She gets things done, and she gets what she wants, no matter what it takes. However, a large obstacle that she has not been able to overcome is her crippling fear of fire and dragons, and it is unlikely she will be getting over it any time soon. That, and failure. There is a fine line that Cassandra operates in, between pleasing herself and pleasing her family, and in order to fulfil both, failure was simply not an option. And in a large part, this is what drives her down the less moral path of things. Her self-worth hangs on the approval of her family, and in a large part… That is all she really has. She was nothing without her family, and Cassandra is painfully aware of this. She had nothing she could call her own, not even herself. Who she was as a person. She didn’t know who she was, she’d never been given the opportunity to discover that. She was… Lost, unfamiliar with the world. And perhaps, afraid. Yes… She was always afraid.

Country of Origin: France

Background:

Cassandra hated gymnastics.

Ever since she was little, from the moment she learned how to walk, her life had revolved around gymnastics, medals, and the glory of carrying her country’s flag in international competitions. And especially, her family name. Moreaux was an influential name in France, and Michaels were a family of tycoons in America. Both names associated with money and influence, owning the majority of high-end hotels and casinos in both the land of the free and the land of the Eiffel Tower. Keeping both names simply meant a bigger banner for the family to flaunt their wealth from. After all, despite the talks of nationalism and family pride, it was all a business at the end of the day. With every athlete sponsored and trained underneath MM Enterprises, they made more profit from publicity and exposure. After all, dealing in the business of lifestyle and luxury, what better way to promote their facilities than being able to facilitate the strict needs of renowned athletes? They prided themselves in understanding an athlete’s needs and taking their potential to the next level. Therefore, it was only sensible that the best way to boost their credibility was to raise successful athletes themselves, and that had been the foundation for MM Enterprises.

Hence, from the day Cassie was born, her entire life had been planned out ahead of her. It was plain and simple. She would learn ballet (had she been a male, she would have been made to learn fencing instead) and a musical instrument, get perfect grades through primary and secondary school, train full time and represent France in the Olympics, and when her body inevitably failed or broke, learn business management and become an official part of the family business just like every other member of the Moreaux family. And then she would have a child of her own and repeat the cycle all over again. It was all just business, and she was their cash cow.

Everyone in her family had been a past Olympian in some point of their lives; prestigious athletes born and bred for the gold. Thus, some would say she was born with talent already running through her veins. By the age of 5, she was able to master all Level 1 skills determined by the Junior Olympics Program for the vault, beam, floor, and bars. By the age of 6, she had mastered all Level 2 skills and by 8, she was the youngest qualifier for a city-wide championship at Level 4, which was also her very first competition. She won gold and continued to train and ascend the levels throughout her late childhood and into her adolescence. By 12, she became the youngest athlete in France to master all level 10 skills, thus finally earning her title as a prodigy. She had the looks, the charisma, the skills, and the ability to hold the audience’s attention, and at the time, she seemed destined to become the greatest gymnast of her time, and the best gymnast the history of the Moreaux family has ever seen. She felt at home in the air, free and untouchable. All her stresses and worries ceased to exist. But, as with everything that comes up, she most eventually come down. Despite her gift in gymnastics, her family had always been more interested in her becoming the heir to the family business – what with her younger sister’s demure and unmotivated disposition making her an unworthy candidate for both the Olympics and the business - and was set to inherit it once her mother decides to step down. For her, and only her, there was an extra weight to the pre-established standard, an expectation she must fulfil that often felt impossible. But her mother had done it, and so would she. There was no compromise, it was simply a given, and Cassandra was made aware of this from a very, very young age. Raised in the lap of luxury of the Moreaux family estate, secluded and tucked away in the rolling hills of Cannes, Cassandra did not get to experience a normal childhood. All she knew was school and gymnastics, and for a while, she had very little knowledge of social life outside of the fancy galas and soirees her family liked to host. Sometimes at their manor, sometimes at one of their casinos or hotels.

Upon the ripe age of 14, Cassie had won over 50 tournaments in state, national, and international levels, and was finally old enough to qualify for the Youth Olympic Games. It had always been about profit before, but, surely now, in the Olympics, it would be different, right? These people lived for sports, after all. At least, that was what she thought. Until she began training. All the exercises became harder, more intense, working on priming her to peak physical condition, ensuring she moved better than she had ever moved before, but… All of a sudden, every flip, every spring and launch and split had so many rules, so many requirements and standards too. Each rule followed her, each standard trapped her, and each requirement stripped away what little freedom she had left in her motion. She was trained to move with snap precision and steadfastness, with a wider range of motion than she had ever done before and yet, she had never felt so restrained. Like a rope that coiled around her body and squeezed the air out of her lungs. It had always been there; the judging eyes and blaring lights, but now… Now it was pulled far too tight. But she held hope. She shone brilliantly in the qualifiers, and was chosen to represent France in the Women’s All-around category. It was an extremely high honour with great prestige, and at the time, the world-weary Cassandra had been thrilled and excited, thinking that it was the light at the end of the tunnel… But then she went out there, she watched how the other gymnasts were judged, and she saw no beauty or hope in it. She saw girls prancing around in front of an audience, working hard to desperately stay inside the lines, do everything that was asked, and the one who scored the best, was the one most rigid. Just like the rigid bars created by those rules.

And Cassandra hated that.

Thus, the performance that inspired awe and wonder was instead fuelled by hate and spite. She snapped to the rules the sports had laid down, fulfilled every criterion and kissed up to their wants, to what they perceived as the spirit of the sport, and she used her anger to power through. She gave them exactly what they wanted, at the cost of what she felt was right, and she won gold. She graced the podium that day and as she stood there, under the spotlight with cameras flashing in her face, she thought about how... Used, she felt. By her family, by the judges, the audience, and the sport itself. She lived to serve them, to please them and fulfil their wishes and the little ticks off their to-do list and nothing more. She was a show dog, a tool, and she would continue to be that until the day she died. Just a pretty figurine for people to see and admire from behind the velvet rope, living under the shadow of her family's name, and then fading into obscurity as someone who kissed up better replaced her. And she would fade away, with no one ever truly knowing her. Not even herself. And that was the last of Cassandra Moreaux-Michaels that was ever seen on the gymnastics stage.

At age 15, Cassandra ran away from home. Packing only her clothes, some food and the sizeable wealth she called her allowance, she took off into the night, and never looked back. She travelled the world and discovered everything she could about it. It was tough, and she quickly learned the harsh reality of “eat or be eaten” that dictated life on the streets, but despite it all, she relished in the newfound freedom. She would enrol herself in random schools to gain an education – she did not want to end up like those “homeschooled” celebrity kids, after all - and participate in gymnastic tournaments to win the prize money, all under a fake identity, of course. However, there weren’t always any championships available, and she was always at risk of having her identity discovered. And as a minor, the first thing the authorities would do was send her back to her family, at which point, she was better off dead. Therefore, she had learned to take some… Shortcuts, in life. That being, stealing what she needed. It filled her with guilt the first few times, but, after the fourth or fifth time, it had become second nature. At first, it had been small things like food or clothes or people’s wallets, and she had been able to get away with it undetected. There was a thrill there that she couldn’t explain, but, egged her to do it some more. After all, nobody knew her and she would just be moving on to the next town anyway, and she was always careful to conceal her identity. However, money was always depleting, forcing her to gradually rise to steal more valuable things like electronics and jewellery to resell on the black market. And that was when the chases began. Where security was tighter, the stakes were higher, and thus, they gave her more of a challenge. That was when she discovered the true thrill of gymnastics, using it to escape security guards and police officers.

Vaulting over walls and fences, leaping over rooftops and scaling buildings, her body moving exactly the way she wanted it to, however she wanted it to without any rules or restrictions. She was truly free. It was a sensation that Cassandra quickly grew addicted to and stealing became a skill she was quickly becoming good at. Daylight robbery grew to night time robbery, as she slipped into stores undetected and left unseen, leaving nothing but empty stands and displays. These spectacular night time robberies are what earned her the title “Moonlight”, as nothing else but the stolen goods have been touched or misplaced, as if the moonlight itself had swept in and taken all the goods away. She was making more money than she ever had before and was finally living more than comfortably once again. And more than a few times, her gymnastic skills had saved her life from double-crossing dealers in the back alleys. At age 17, she had developed an impressive notoriety as an unidentifiable thief that could steal the rug from right under your feet without you ever knowing. Of course, people in the back alleys knew who she was and what she did, but she went by many names and aliases, such that they could never fully identify or dig into her. Her nomadic lifestyle also worked in favour of her anonymity, as she crossed borders and flew out of the police’s reach. However, word begun to spread in the underground, and Cassie had begun to receive… Requests, to steal things for a price. And from it, she received better resources, better gear, higher stakes and larger returns. At this point, she was breaking into bank vaults and high profile art museums, ever improving her craft, and catering to the ever-growing demand of people who wanted goods unaccessible by any… Legal, means.

And by the age of 18, she was a self-made millionaire with houses all over the world and people she paid to guard those houses in case a competitor decided to get ballsy. All under different identities, of course. It was at this age that she no longer hated gymnastics. After all, it had brought her success on her own terms, and she could not be more satisfied than that. With enough support from her clientele to give her a comfortable life for the rest of her days at the very least, Cassandra hadn’t really needed to enrol in Yushu for a bright future. That is, had it not been for the fact that a majority of her work had been moved to Tokyo by one client in particular who had… Captured her interest, who also happened to be enrolled in Yushu. He managed to convince her to do the same, figuring that it would be a good cover for the true nature of her work. She enrolled using her true identity, as her family’s prestige and the medals she had won under that name made her admission all the easier, but whether others are aware of her spotty past remains to be seen. After all, for all the people who followed the case of The Missing Moreaux-Michaels Girl know, she had simply survived off of prostitution, stripping, or taking advantage of a rich, older men. Or at least, that was the popular theory anyway.

Sexual Preferences: In bed, Cassie is a naughty kitty who likes to challenge her partner. She likes to be disciplined and put in line, but, she will put up a fight and try to dominate in return, but if you manage to outdo her, she will happily purr like a good kitten for you~

Extra:
- Cassandra is the epitome of the word “bad girl”
- She is a full-on kleptomaniac and will snatch things even without realizing it
- But frustratingly, she also performs exceedingly well in school and knows how to approach people in such a way that you just can’t hate her. Unless she wants you to.
- She is a native speaker of French and highly proficient in Latin
- She speaks with a subtle French accent
- She loves anything blueberry-flavoured or scented
- She smells faintly of springtime showers
- She has mild OCD and obsesses over things being organized, neat, and clean, probably due to her habit of not leaving any clues behind
- She rides and owns a 2019 Kawasaki Ninja ZX-10RR
- She's a bit of a photography nerd and social media nut
- She cares very much about her appearance and can occasionally seem vain
- Thus, she has quite a sizeable social media following (Instagram in particular) which has allowed her to land quite a few brand deals and sponsorships

Potential plots involving your character? What would you like to see your character do, be involved in?: I would love for Cassie to play around with someone, be it platonically, romantically, or sexually. She’s a flirtatious girl, so I can see her getting involved in love triangles and drama, which is always fun. I’d also like for someone to hire her services to steal something, maybe learn of her identity as Moonlight. Maybe uncover her backstory too. Obviously, I’d also love for someone to get her to open up and be comfortable being herself, and just be happy together.

Likes: Blueberries, rain, classical or acoustic music, silence, privacy, exploration, adventure, thrill-seeking, getting into trouble, flirting, favours, being right, freedom, stealing things (including hearts)

Dislikes: Following orders blindly, absolute authority, self-righteous people, fire, failure, loud rock music, upper class parties (not that she doesn’t attend them anyway), owing favours, being wrong, commitments and responsibilities (feeling chained down)

Strengths/Advantages:
- Highly resilient, resourceful, and adaptable; Cassandra is a born survivor who laughs in the face of adversity.
- Fearless, ambitious, intelligent, and a natural improviser, able to make plans on the fly.
- Isn’t afraid to take risks, but at the same time possesses the judgement and perception to see and accommodate various consequences, and the steadfastness to implement buffers to minimize damage.
- Everything she does – every risk she takes - is calculated, and everything that comes after is expected and planned for.
- Above average academic skills and physical prowess, being a fast and highly perceptive learner.
- Tactful, cool under pressure, efficient with the grace and poise of a ballerina.

Weaknesses/Flaws:
- Borderline sociopathic
- Selfish
- Untrustworthy
- Flighty and occasionally indecisive
- Can’t follow routines or orders
- Restless and easily bored
- Vengeful, spiteful and petty
- Plays dirty
- Broken moral compass; she will do anything it takes to get what she wants, no matter who she has to burn
- Has trouble with commitment

Ons and Offs: See here, Daddy.

[LamentingQuill]

Name: Cassandra Moreaux-Michaels

Age: 20

Appearance: Standing at 5'2 with a meagre weight of 100lbs, Cassandra is a petite woman. She is not the most powerfully built, she cannot throw the hardest punches, nor can she endure it back. But where she lacked in strength and power, she makes up for in agility and stealth. Cassandra has complete command of her perfectly proportioned and limber body. Her dainty limbs are tight with muscle and capable of performing complex acrobatic moves, providing her with the flexibility to move in fluid, sinuous motions, almost seamless in its succession, but also allow her to bend in half in a single snap. Just watching her walk is almost enough to give you a sense of satisfaction with the ease and near-surreal grace she holds herself to as she floats across the room – like a satin sash caught in the wind - catching one’s attention with ease despite her smaller stature.

Her legs in particular account for most of her height, being long and slender while also toned and with a shapely bubble butt on top. Her body is perfectly sculpted and formed for function; with a tight, tiny waist flaring out into wide, well-balanced hips. Firm, sleek muscles accentuate her curves and generous C-cup breasts. Her long, black, wavy hair falls to her waist and spills over her slender shoulders. They curve and curl in any direction they please, like black fire, framing her heart-shaped face and contrasting starkly against her catlike eyes, like two pools of shimmering mercury. They shine with intelligence and mischief, constantly thinking and plotting, yet carries an old soul that indicates a degree of maturity and weathering. Her lips are plump and juicy with a natural cherry-stained colour sitting just below a dainty button nose. Her skin is of a sublime olive complexion, giving her a subtle golden glow beneath the sunlight.

Coquettish and sensual with smooth, delicate features often worn in a look of amusement, Cassandra is the embodiment of striking and bewitching. She can contort her face into a variety of expressions at the drop of a hat, and she certainly uses her looks to her advantage. With her sublime etiquette, worldly knowledge, and aristocratic behaviour, she possesses a charismatic aura that simply draws attention toward her without even trying. She can enchant even the pickiest of souls. However, she hides secrets beneath her fashionable clothes. Deep down, she is a rough and tumble Indiana Jane. Scars, or travel mementos as she calls them, covers her from head to toe, whether it be faint and unnoticeable or bold and striking. Like a tiger who wears her stripes, she wears her scars with pride.

But more for other’s comfort than her own, Cassandra tends to cover these scars with fashionable clothes from high-end clothing brands. Her style consists of sleek and functional clothes that flatter but are not too garish to the eyes. Often you will find her in sleeveless turtlenecks and skin-tight pants, trendy coats/jackets, boots or heels to give herself a much-needed height boost. She dresses to impress and believes that first impressions are the most important part of an encounter. However, outside of business, she has quite an eclectic taste in clothing; ranging from oversized shirts to ripped jeans and denim shorts, sneakers and leather skirts. She does not accessorize much, however, and prefers to keep things simple with just earrings and chokers.

Sexual Orientation: Bi-curious, leaning towards men

Tier: Second Tier

Prodigy Type: Gymnastics

Personality: Mysterious, quiet, and private, Cassie is an enigma in and of herself, watching cryptically from a corner of the room. Individualistic with a sharp mind, quick wit and silver tongue, she is a strategist, an architect, an engineer who orchestrates situations and happenings with ease. She enjoys witty banter, irony, and sarcasm, but will take charge and become authoritative when necessary. She is unpredictable and dangerous, valuing efficiency and effectiveness over morals and good will. She holds an aura of power and dominance, very quick to plan and command, she gets the job done and always, always gets what she wants. Though cultured and knowledgeable as one could possibly be, she is inexplicably drawn to danger, driven by a thrill-seeking addiction which fuels her love for adventure and compels her hot-blooded desire to actively, if not subconsciously, seek out danger. Generally observant, collected, and cool under pressure, Cassie relies more on her brilliant mind rather than her shrivelled heart. Ballet has taught her to mask her pain with grace and poise, but also to master her emotions, being able to detach herself from them completely at will. Where she is paranoid, untrusting, and apathic she is also strange and quirky. However, she retains an easily amused, laid back attitude, she is emotionally detached and unable to truly commit to anyone, resulting in the string of broken hearts behind her. However, beneath her cool girl facade and all the walls she had built around her heart is a frail little girl who is lost without direction, seeking protection and guidance within the arms of someone who would love her the way she needs. Scared of heartbreak, she leaves before she is left, and hurts before she is hurt.

Manipulative, cunning, and often insincere. She hides behind an array of masks, white lies and sweet deceit, never letting anyone close. Never truly letting them in. Perhaps, simply not knowing how. She can mimic a wide variety of emotion – understanding, empathy, kindness, vulnerability – but never truly experience or understand them. The pressure she had been raised under, the hells she had been put through had forced her to shy away from it, detach from it, simply to protect herself and keep herself from falling apart. However, aided by her incredible perception, she always knows just what to say, how to behave and she uses that to her complete advantage without guilt. She holds everyone at a distance and trusts no one but herself. They are all disposable, replaceable, and therefore she has absolutely no reason to grow attached because that is all she knows. She is selfish, she thinks of only herself and acts only if it benefits her interests or furthers her cause. You can’t trust Cassandra. It’d be as foolish as believing a genie would grant you a wish without taking anything in return. She is devastatingly intelligent, but also devastatingly amoral. Her moral compass had broken long ago, and she walks a fine line between the acceptable and despicable. She gets things done, and she gets what she wants, no matter what it takes. However, a large obstacle that she has not been able to overcome is her crippling fear of fire and dragons, and it is unlikely she will be getting over it any time soon. That, and failure. There is a fine line that Cassandra operates in, between pleasing herself and pleasing her family, and in order to fulfil both, failure was simply not an option. And in a large part, this is what drives her down the less moral path of things. Her self-worth hangs on the approval of her family, and in a large part… That is all she really has. She was nothing without her family, and Cassandra is painfully aware of this. She had nothing she could call her own, not even herself. Who she was as a person. She didn’t know who she was, she’d never been given the opportunity to discover that. She was… Lost, unfamiliar with the world. And perhaps, afraid. Yes… She was always afraid.

Country of Origin: France

Background:

Cassandra hated gymnastics.

Ever since she was little, from the moment she learned how to walk, her life had revolved around gymnastics, medals, and the glory of carrying her country’s flag in international competitions. And especially, her family name. Moreaux was an influential name in France, and Michaels were a family of tycoons in America. Both names associated with money and influence, owning the majority of high-end hotels and casinos in both the land of the free and the land of the Eiffel Tower. Keeping both names simply meant a bigger banner for the family to flaunt their wealth from. After all, despite the talks of nationalism and family pride, it was all a business at the end of the day. With every athlete sponsored and trained underneath MM Enterprises, they made more profit from publicity and exposure. After all, dealing in the business of lifestyle and luxury, what better way to promote their facilities than being able to facilitate the strict needs of renowned athletes? They prided themselves in understanding an athlete’s needs and taking their potential to the next level. Therefore, it was only sensible that the best way to boost their credibility was to raise successful athletes themselves, and that had been the foundation for MM Enterprises.

Hence, from the day Cassie was born, her entire life had been planned out ahead of her. It was plain and simple. She would learn ballet (had she been a male, she would have been made to learn fencing instead) and a musical instrument, get perfect grades through primary and secondary school, train full time and represent France in the Olympics, and when her body inevitably failed or broke, learn business management and become an official part of the family business just like every other member of the Moreaux family. And then she would have a child of her own and repeat the cycle all over again. It was all just business, and she was their cash cow.

Everyone in her family had been a past Olympian in some point of their lives; prestigious athletes born and bred for the gold. Thus, some would say she was born with talent already running through her veins. By the age of 5, she was able to master all Level 1 skills determined by the Junior Olympics Program for the vault, beam, floor, and bars. By the age of 6, she had mastered all Level 2 skills and by 8, she was the youngest qualifier for a city-wide championship at Level 4, which was also her very first competition. She won gold and continued to train and ascend the levels throughout her late childhood and into her adolescence. By 12, she became the youngest athlete in France to master all level 10 skills, thus finally earning her title as a prodigy. She had the looks, the charisma, the skills, and the ability to hold the audience’s attention, and at the time, she seemed destined to become the greatest gymnast of her time, and the best gymnast the history of the Moreaux family has ever seen. She felt at home in the air, free and untouchable. All her stresses and worries ceased to exist. But, as with everything that comes up, she most eventually come down. Despite her gift in gymnastics, her family had always been more interested in her becoming the heir to the family business – what with her younger sister’s demure and unmotivated disposition making her an unworthy candidate for both the Olympics and the business - and was set to inherit it once her mother decides to step down. For her, and only her, there was an extra weight to the pre-established standard, an expectation she must fulfil that often felt impossible. But her mother had done it, and so would she. There was no compromise, it was simply a given, and Cassandra was made aware of this from a very, very young age. Raised in the lap of luxury of the Moreaux family estate, secluded and tucked away in the rolling hills of Cannes, Cassandra did not get to experience a normal childhood. All she knew was school and gymnastics, and for a while, she had very little knowledge of social life outside of the fancy galas and soirees her family liked to host. Sometimes at their manor, sometimes at one of their casinos or hotels.

Upon the ripe age of 14, Cassie had won over 50 tournaments in state, national, and international levels, and was finally old enough to qualify for the Youth Olympic Games. It had always been about profit before, but, surely now, in the Olympics, it would be different, right? These people lived for sports, after all. At least, that was what she thought. Until she began training. All the exercises became harder, more intense, working on priming her to peak physical condition, ensuring she moved better than she had ever moved before, but… All of a sudden, every flip, every spring and launch and split had so many rules, so many requirements and standards too. Each rule followed her, each standard trapped her, and each requirement stripped away what little freedom she had left in her motion. She was trained to move with snap precision and steadfastness, with a wider range of motion than she had ever done before and yet, she had never felt so restrained. Like a rope that coiled around her body and squeezed the air out of her lungs. It had always been there; the judging eyes and blaring lights, but now… Now it was pulled far too tight. But she held hope. She shone brilliantly in the qualifiers, and was chosen to represent France in the Women’s All-around category. It was an extremely high honour with great prestige, and at the time, the world-weary Cassandra had been thrilled and excited, thinking that it was the light at the end of the tunnel… But then she went out there, she watched how the other gymnasts were judged, and she saw no beauty or hope in it. She saw girls prancing around in front of an audience, working hard to desperately stay inside the lines, do everything that was asked, and the one who scored the best, was the one most rigid. Just like the rigid bars created by those rules.

And Cassandra hated that.

Thus, the performance that inspired awe and wonder was instead fuelled by hate and spite. She snapped to the rules the sports had laid down, fulfilled every criterion and kissed up to their wants, to what they perceived as the spirit of the sport, and she used her anger to power through. She gave them exactly what they wanted, at the cost of what she felt was right, and she won gold. She graced the podium that day and as she stood there, under the spotlight with cameras flashing in her face, she thought about how... Used, she felt. By her family, by the judges, the audience, and the sport itself. She lived to serve them, to please them and fulfil their wishes and the little ticks off their to-do list and nothing more. She was a show dog, a tool, and she would continue to be that until the day she died. Just a pretty figurine for people to see and admire from behind the velvet rope, living under the shadow of her family's name, and then fading into obscurity as someone who kissed up better replaced her. And she would fade away, with no one ever truly knowing her. Not even herself. And that was the last of Cassandra Moreaux-Michaels that was ever seen on the gymnastics stage.

At age 15, Cassandra ran away from home. Packing only her clothes, some food and the sizeable wealth she called her allowance, she took off into the night, and never looked back. She travelled the world and discovered everything she could about it. It was tough, and she quickly learned the harsh reality of “eat or be eaten” that dictated life on the streets, but despite it all, she relished in the newfound freedom. She would enrol herself in random schools to gain an education – she did not want to end up like those “homeschooled” celebrity kids, after all - and participate in gymnastic tournaments to win the prize money, all under a fake identity, of course. However, there weren’t always any championships available, and she was always at risk of having her identity discovered. And as a minor, the first thing the authorities would do was send her back to her family, at which point, she was better off dead. Therefore, she had learned to take some… Shortcuts, in life. That being, stealing what she needed. It filled her with guilt the first few times, but, after the fourth or fifth time, it had become second nature. At first, it had been small things like food or clothes or people’s wallets, and she had been able to get away with it undetected. There was a thrill there that she couldn’t explain, but, egged her to do it some more. After all, nobody knew her and she would just be moving on to the next town anyway, and she was always careful to conceal her identity. However, money was always depleting, forcing her to gradually rise to steal more valuable things like electronics and jewellery to resell on the black market. And that was when the chases began. Where security was tighter, the stakes were higher, and thus, they gave her more of a challenge. That was when she discovered the true thrill of gymnastics, using it to escape security guards and police officers.

Vaulting over walls and fences, leaping over rooftops and scaling buildings, her body moving exactly the way she wanted it to, however she wanted it to without any rules or restrictions. She was truly free. It was a sensation that Cassandra quickly grew addicted to and stealing became a skill she was quickly becoming good at. Daylight robbery grew to night time robbery, as she slipped into stores undetected and left unseen, leaving nothing but empty stands and displays. These spectacular night time robberies are what earned her the title “Moonlight”, as nothing else but the stolen goods have been touched or misplaced, as if the moonlight itself had swept in and taken all the goods away. She was making more money than she ever had before and was finally living more than comfortably once again. And more than a few times, her gymnastic skills had saved her life from double-crossing dealers in the back alleys. At age 17, she had developed an impressive notoriety as an unidentifiable thief that could steal the rug from right under your feet without you ever knowing. Of course, people in the back alleys knew who she was and what she did, but she went by many names and aliases, such that they could never fully identify or dig into her. Her nomadic lifestyle also worked in favour of her anonymity, as she crossed borders and flew out of the police’s reach. However, word begun to spread in the underground, and Cassie had begun to receive… Requests, to steal things for a price. And from it, she received better resources, better gear, higher stakes and larger returns. At this point, she was breaking into bank vaults and high profile art museums, ever improving her craft, and catering to the ever-growing demand of people who wanted goods unaccessible by any… Legal, means.

And by the age of 18, she was a self-made millionaire with houses all over the world and people she paid to guard those houses in case a competitor decided to get ballsy. All under different identities, of course. It was at this age that she no longer hated gymnastics. After all, it had brought her success on her own terms, and she could not be more satisfied than that. With enough support from her clientele to give her a comfortable life for the rest of her days at the very least, Cassandra hadn’t really needed to enrol in Yushu for a bright future. That is, had it not been for the fact that a majority of her work had been moved to Tokyo by one client in particular who had… Captured her interest, who also happened to be enrolled in Yushu. He managed to convince her to do the same, figuring that it would be a good cover for the true nature of her work. She enrolled using her true identity, as her family’s prestige and the medals she had won under that name made her admission all the easier, but whether others are aware of her spotty past remains to be seen. After all, for all the people who followed the case of The Missing Moreaux-Michaels Girl know, she had simply survived off of prostitution, stripping, or taking advantage of a rich, older men. Or at least, that was the popular theory anyway.

Sexual Preferences: In bed, Cassie is a naughty kitty who likes to challenge her partner. She likes to be disciplined and put in line, but, she will put up a fight and try to dominate in return, but if you manage to outdo her, she will happily purr like a good kitten for you~

Extra:
- Cassandra is the epitome of the word “bad girl”
- She is a full-on kleptomaniac and will snatch things even without realizing it
- But frustratingly, she also performs exceedingly well in school and knows how to approach people in such a way that you just can’t hate her. Unless she wants you to.
- She is a native speaker of French and highly proficient in Latin
- She speaks with a subtle French accent
- She loves anything blueberry-flavoured or scented
- She smells faintly of springtime showers
- She has mild OCD and obsesses over things being organized, neat, and clean, probably due to her habit of not leaving any clues behind
- She rides and owns a 2019 Kawasaki Ninja ZX-10RR
- She's a bit of a photography nerd and social media nut
- She cares very much about her appearance and can occasionally seem vain
- Thus, she has quite a sizeable social media following (Instagram in particular) which has allowed her to land quite a few brand deals and sponsorships

Potential plots involving your character? What would you like to see your character do, be involved in?: I would love for Cassie to play around with someone, be it platonically, romantically, or sexually. She’s a flirtatious girl, so I can see her getting involved in love triangles and drama, which is always fun. I’d also like for someone to hire her services to steal something, maybe learn of her identity as Moonlight. Maybe uncover her backstory too. Obviously, I’d also love for someone to get her to open up and be comfortable being herself, and just be happy together.

Likes: Blueberries, rain, classical or acoustic music, silence, privacy, exploration, adventure, thrill-seeking, getting into trouble, flirting, favours, being right, freedom, stealing things (including hearts)

Dislikes: Following orders blindly, absolute authority, self-righteous people, fire, failure, loud rock music, upper class parties (not that she doesn’t attend them anyway), owing favours, being wrong, commitments and responsibilities (feeling chained down)

Strengths/Advantages:
- Highly resilient, resourceful, and adaptable; Cassandra is a born survivor who laughs in the face of adversity.
- Fearless, ambitious, intelligent, and a natural improviser, able to make plans on the fly.
- Isn’t afraid to take risks, but at the same time possesses the judgement and perception to see and accommodate various consequences, and the steadfastness to implement buffers to minimize damage.
- Everything she does – every risk she takes - is calculated, and everything that comes after is expected and planned for.
- Above average academic skills and physical prowess, being a fast and highly perceptive learner.
- Tactful, cool under pressure, efficient with the grace and poise of a ballerina.

Weaknesses/Flaws:
- Borderline sociopathic
- Selfish
- Untrustworthy
- Flighty and occasionally indecisive
- Can’t follow routines or orders
- Restless and easily bored
- Vengeful, spiteful and petty
- Plays dirty
- Broken moral compass; she will do anything it takes to get what she wants, no matter who she has to burn
- Has trouble with commitment

Ons and Offs: See here, Daddy.

Looks good. Go ahead and post her up.

[Tokyorose627]

Heya Lamenting! I wanna try making a new character, is possible to have some that is a prodigy in media production, like filming and editing videos?

[LamentingQuill]

Heya Lamenting! I wanna try making a new character, is possible to have some that is a prodigy in media production, like filming and editing videos?

Sure, don’t see why not

[Tokyorose627]

Sure, don’t see why not

Cool, I’ll get started on her :)