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General:
Name-
First Name (Xaia [Pronunciation: zeye-uh])
Middle Name (Briaz [Pronunciation: bree-az])
Last Name (Rose [Pronunciation: Self explanatory])
Nickname[s] (X)
Name Meanings (Xaia [Wildly independent, beautiful, intelligent], Briaz [I literally threw together letters, and apparently this name does not exist. xD], Rose [You guessed it: Rose].)
Birth-
Date of Birth (November 16th)
Place of Birth (A nowhere town somewhere in southern Oregon.)
Age (16)
Nationality (American)
Abilities (Shadow Speak- The ability to bend shadows to the user's will, to give them life. To even converse with them. And to melt into the shadows, traveling extremely quickly through patches of darkness, and reappearing at will. Each time the user melts into shadow, however, they lose a tiny piece of themselves. A memory, a personality trait... At some point, they will simply cease to exist. They will disappear, forever lost in the inky darkness that they spent so much time in.)
“Hold on, I’m trying to decide if I don’t give a shit, or I don’t give a fuck.”
Appearance:
Image/Description-
Image (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/08/41/ae/08...)
Description (X is short, and pretty thin. At her full height she stands 5’2” tall, and weighs 103lbs. She’s slightly underweight, just enough to be unhealthy. She has pale skin, and dark brown hair with red streaks through it, concentrated towards the front of her head, around her face. It’s cut short, pixie-style. It’s thick, and relatively poofy.
Her eyes are hazel colored, and their color shifts slightly daily. One day it’s green, the next, brown, after that, slightly golden. Her pupils change shape constantly, allowing her to see perfectly in the dark, bright light, or simply average lighting. Sometimes, they shrink to pinpricks, and her irises expand, taking over the whites of her eyes, and giving her a sort of ethereal look.
She has a thin layer of muscle, but in all, she looks pretty nonthreatening. Easy pickings. She’s very strong, though, and trained in multiple types of fighting arts. In no way is she weak or fragile. And the fire that’s constantly burning in her unique eyes shows her determination never to be weak or breakable again.
When she’s truly upset, whether it’s anger or fear, shadows wrap themselves around her in a writhing, dark shield. It’s not actually harmful to anything that touches it, simply shocks most people into staying away. Which is a good thing, because what she becomes when she’s in that state is truly terrifying, and very dangerous.
She has scars all over her body, marks, some old, some recent, still pink, or even scabbed over. Some are in the shape of words, of shapes, of promises. Some are simple lines, carved in a uniform size all over her body, away from major nerve centers.)
Other
Height (5’2”)
Weight (103lbs.)
Defining Features (Her hair, her unusual eyes. Her scars. Just about everything about her is unique, entirely ‘her’.)
Clothing-
Style (Simple grunge, non-restrictive. All of her clothing is specifically made or modified to allow her to move freely, to run if she should need to.)
Shirts (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/im..., https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/im...)
Pants (Typically shorts, with either fishnet leggings or simple black leggings underneath. When she wears full-length pants, she wears stretchy fabrics, such as that that makes up jeggings.)
Socks (Black ankle-high socks.)
Shoes (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/im...)
Jacket (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/im...)
Formal Wear
(https://cbu01.alicdn.com/img/ibank/20..., https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/im...)
Other (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/im...)
Weapons/Equipment
(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/im...)
“‘Fuck it.’ is my final thought before making most decisions.”
Personality:
Personality in a Nutshell-
(Xaia is devious, dangerous. She looks quiet, like easy pickings. But in reality, she’s no victim. If she feels threatened by something, that threat is quickly dealt with in a brutal fashion. She walks around just daring someone to come at her, to try to take a piece of her. Verbal and physical sparring is sport for her, when it’s not malicious. Things swiftly become business when fighting becomes malicious.
She’s aggressive, bratty, dominant, hot, and cold all at once. When she’s truly upset about something, though, she’s like ice. No sign of life in her eyes, in the robotic motion of her limbs.
She’s extremely sarcastic, as well, and doesn’t take crap from anyone. She’s an intriguing mix of calmly rational and outright insane. The two sides of her personality clash in incredible ways, causing her to be unpredictable and reckless. A good amount of her actions and reactions are calculated, used to build the person she wants everyone to see.)
Lie They Believe (She’s too broken to be healed.)
How They Want to be Seen by Others (Someone dangerous, to avoid at all costs.)
How They See Themselves (Useless, weak, broken.)
How They Are Seen by Others (Someone to be wary of. Different, odd.)
Reaction to Praise (What is this, ‘prayze’?)
Reaction to Criticism (Calm calculation as to how to use the criticism to improve.)
Reaction to a Threat (Quiet, calm, calculating elimination of the threat.)
Last Time They Cried (When she was with her captors, and they hurt her the first time.
After that, she decided that she would never give them the pleasure of seeing her cry again.)
What Haunts Them (If she had reacted faster, if she had fought harder, her sister wouldn’t be dead. [So she thinks…])
Sees Strangers As (Potential threats.)
Preferences-
Likes (The dark, loud music, silence, calm, reading, writing, water, swimming, running, slipping into shadow.)
Dislikes (Large, open spaces, bright lights, sudden noises, certain textures, chalk [Don’t ask].)
Traits-
Strengths (Very physically strong, flexible, has good endurance, is fast, has good reflexes, is book and street smart, very clever.)
Weaknesses (At the very edge of her control a lot of times, has bad flashbacks, has enough parts of herself missing that it’s driving her crazy.)
Secrets (She knew the men were coming for her. And her sister.)
Fears (Being worthless.)
Habits (Traces patterns on her leg with her right hand when she’s nervous, methodically checking every entrance of any room or building she enters, sleeping in small, enclosed spaces.)
Allergies (Coffee, strawberries. [Consumes both anyways])
Pet Peeves (Squeaky shoes, loud, obnoxious, pointless conversation.)
Strongest Character Trait (Ruthlessly protective.)
Weakest Character Trait (Doormat syndrome. xD)
“The chains on my mood swing just snapped. Run.”
Relationship:
Relationship Relevant-
Age (16)
Gender (Female)
Romantic Orientation (Panromantic)
Sexuality (Heterosexual)
Relationships [Current]-
Friends (None yet. [Ask!])
Bf/Gf (None yet. [Ask!])
Rivals (None yet. [Ask!])
Enemies (None yet. [Ask!])
“I don’t like to think before I speak. I like to be just as surprised at what comes out of my mouth as everyone else.”
History and Family:
History-
History in a Nutshell (Xaia never knew that her Shadow Speak was something that not everyone possessed, something to be hidden. Not until the men came. She felt them, felt their slimy presence edging closer. Her shadows whispered to her about it. But she wasn’t able to get her family to move.
They killed her father first. He tried to protect her, and her mother and sister. Then they killed her mother. Then her sister.
And then they took her. Took her to their labs, to the needles, the drugs, the tests, the pain. They took her to her own personal hell. For two years, she slept in a dog crate, ate only enough food to survive, but not enough to make her strong enough to fight back. Eventually, they sent her out, thinking they could make her do their dirty work. The idiots. They never saw her again. She slipped from one shadow to the next, until she was far enough away, had lost enough of herself that they would never find her again.
She went to Crimson Academy as soon as she received her letter, hoping to learn more about how her power worked. What it had taken from her as payment for all her ‘dark jumps’ as she had called them back then.)
Past Action Most Ashamed of (Not fighting harder, being unable to fight harder, and protect her family. She had only been six, but she carried that weight on her shoulders.)
Best Childhood Memory (Long gone.)
Worst Childhood Memory (Those two years in the hands of the people who had studied her like a bug that they could dissect and throw away.)
Imaginary Friend as a Kid (None.)
Strongest Childhood Memory (The look in her father’s, mother’s, and sister’s eyes as they died.)
Family-
Sisters (Ava Rose [Deceased.])
Brothers (None.)
Mother (Lylah Rose [Deceased.])
Father (Maxon Rose [Deceased.])
Extended Family (None.)
“If it’s the thought that counts, I should be in jail.”
Other:
Pets (None.)
Physical Handicaps (None.)
Mental Handicaps (None.)
Mental Illnesses (Depression, Anxiety, Agoraphobia, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.)
Who They Quote (No one. She often hears the voices of the men who took her in her head, though.)
Sense They Most Rely On (Sight.)
Smells Reminiscent of Childhood (Blood.)
Choice of Weapon (Knives.)
Treasured Possessions (Her knives, especially the one that had taken down the guard that had been sent with her on her mission. The one that had spilled the blood of the person who had killed her father and sister. [The second man who had retrieved her had killed her mother, and had not been sent with the other guard and Xaia.])
Eating Habits (She doesn’t eat often, and when she does, it’s so that she’s able to function, not for taste.)
Name-
First Name (Xaia [Pronunciation: zeye-uh])
Middle Name (Briaz [Pronunciation: bree-az])
Last Name (Rose [Pronunciation: Self explanatory])
Nickname[s] (X)
Name Meanings (Xaia [Wildly independent, beautiful, intelligent], Briaz [I literally threw together letters, and apparently this name does not exist. xD], Rose [You guessed it: Rose].)
Birth-
Date of Birth (November 16th)
Place of Birth (A nowhere town somewhere in southern Oregon.)
Age (16)
Nationality (American)
Abilities (Shadow Speak- The ability to bend shadows to the user's will, to give them life. To even converse with them. And to melt into the shadows, traveling extremely quickly through patches of darkness, and reappearing at will. Each time the user melts into shadow, however, they lose a tiny piece of themselves. A memory, a personality trait... At some point, they will simply cease to exist. They will disappear, forever lost in the inky darkness that they spent so much time in.)
“Hold on, I’m trying to decide if I don’t give a shit, or I don’t give a fuck.”
Appearance:
Image/Description-
Image (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/08/41/ae/08...)
Description (X is short, and pretty thin. At her full height she stands 5’2” tall, and weighs 103lbs. She’s slightly underweight, just enough to be unhealthy. She has pale skin, and dark brown hair with red streaks through it, concentrated towards the front of her head, around her face. It’s cut short, pixie-style. It’s thick, and relatively poofy.
Her eyes are hazel colored, and their color shifts slightly daily. One day it’s green, the next, brown, after that, slightly golden. Her pupils change shape constantly, allowing her to see perfectly in the dark, bright light, or simply average lighting. Sometimes, they shrink to pinpricks, and her irises expand, taking over the whites of her eyes, and giving her a sort of ethereal look.
She has a thin layer of muscle, but in all, she looks pretty nonthreatening. Easy pickings. She’s very strong, though, and trained in multiple types of fighting arts. In no way is she weak or fragile. And the fire that’s constantly burning in her unique eyes shows her determination never to be weak or breakable again.
When she’s truly upset, whether it’s anger or fear, shadows wrap themselves around her in a writhing, dark shield. It’s not actually harmful to anything that touches it, simply shocks most people into staying away. Which is a good thing, because what she becomes when she’s in that state is truly terrifying, and very dangerous.
She has scars all over her body, marks, some old, some recent, still pink, or even scabbed over. Some are in the shape of words, of shapes, of promises. Some are simple lines, carved in a uniform size all over her body, away from major nerve centers.)
Other
Height (5’2”)
Weight (103lbs.)
Defining Features (Her hair, her unusual eyes. Her scars. Just about everything about her is unique, entirely ‘her’.)
Clothing-
Style (Simple grunge, non-restrictive. All of her clothing is specifically made or modified to allow her to move freely, to run if she should need to.)
Shirts (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/im..., https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/im...)
Pants (Typically shorts, with either fishnet leggings or simple black leggings underneath. When she wears full-length pants, she wears stretchy fabrics, such as that that makes up jeggings.)
Socks (Black ankle-high socks.)
Shoes (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/im...)
Jacket (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/im...)
Formal Wear
(https://cbu01.alicdn.com/img/ibank/20..., https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/im...)
Other (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/im...)
Weapons/Equipment
(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/im...)
“‘Fuck it.’ is my final thought before making most decisions.”
Personality:
Personality in a Nutshell-
(Xaia is devious, dangerous. She looks quiet, like easy pickings. But in reality, she’s no victim. If she feels threatened by something, that threat is quickly dealt with in a brutal fashion. She walks around just daring someone to come at her, to try to take a piece of her. Verbal and physical sparring is sport for her, when it’s not malicious. Things swiftly become business when fighting becomes malicious.
She’s aggressive, bratty, dominant, hot, and cold all at once. When she’s truly upset about something, though, she’s like ice. No sign of life in her eyes, in the robotic motion of her limbs.
She’s extremely sarcastic, as well, and doesn’t take crap from anyone. She’s an intriguing mix of calmly rational and outright insane. The two sides of her personality clash in incredible ways, causing her to be unpredictable and reckless. A good amount of her actions and reactions are calculated, used to build the person she wants everyone to see.)
Lie They Believe (She’s too broken to be healed.)
How They Want to be Seen by Others (Someone dangerous, to avoid at all costs.)
How They See Themselves (Useless, weak, broken.)
How They Are Seen by Others (Someone to be wary of. Different, odd.)
Reaction to Praise (What is this, ‘prayze’?)
Reaction to Criticism (Calm calculation as to how to use the criticism to improve.)
Reaction to a Threat (Quiet, calm, calculating elimination of the threat.)
Last Time They Cried (When she was with her captors, and they hurt her the first time.
After that, she decided that she would never give them the pleasure of seeing her cry again.)
What Haunts Them (If she had reacted faster, if she had fought harder, her sister wouldn’t be dead. [So she thinks…])
Sees Strangers As (Potential threats.)
Preferences-
Likes (The dark, loud music, silence, calm, reading, writing, water, swimming, running, slipping into shadow.)
Dislikes (Large, open spaces, bright lights, sudden noises, certain textures, chalk [Don’t ask].)
Traits-
Strengths (Very physically strong, flexible, has good endurance, is fast, has good reflexes, is book and street smart, very clever.)
Weaknesses (At the very edge of her control a lot of times, has bad flashbacks, has enough parts of herself missing that it’s driving her crazy.)
Secrets (She knew the men were coming for her. And her sister.)
Fears (Being worthless.)
Habits (Traces patterns on her leg with her right hand when she’s nervous, methodically checking every entrance of any room or building she enters, sleeping in small, enclosed spaces.)
Allergies (Coffee, strawberries. [Consumes both anyways])
Pet Peeves (Squeaky shoes, loud, obnoxious, pointless conversation.)
Strongest Character Trait (Ruthlessly protective.)
Weakest Character Trait (Doormat syndrome. xD)
“The chains on my mood swing just snapped. Run.”
Relationship:
Relationship Relevant-
Age (16)
Gender (Female)
Romantic Orientation (Panromantic)
Sexuality (Heterosexual)
Relationships [Current]-
Friends (None yet. [Ask!])
Bf/Gf (None yet. [Ask!])
Rivals (None yet. [Ask!])
Enemies (None yet. [Ask!])
“I don’t like to think before I speak. I like to be just as surprised at what comes out of my mouth as everyone else.”
History and Family:
History-
History in a Nutshell (Xaia never knew that her Shadow Speak was something that not everyone possessed, something to be hidden. Not until the men came. She felt them, felt their slimy presence edging closer. Her shadows whispered to her about it. But she wasn’t able to get her family to move.
They killed her father first. He tried to protect her, and her mother and sister. Then they killed her mother. Then her sister.
And then they took her. Took her to their labs, to the needles, the drugs, the tests, the pain. They took her to her own personal hell. For two years, she slept in a dog crate, ate only enough food to survive, but not enough to make her strong enough to fight back. Eventually, they sent her out, thinking they could make her do their dirty work. The idiots. They never saw her again. She slipped from one shadow to the next, until she was far enough away, had lost enough of herself that they would never find her again.
She went to Crimson Academy as soon as she received her letter, hoping to learn more about how her power worked. What it had taken from her as payment for all her ‘dark jumps’ as she had called them back then.)
Past Action Most Ashamed of (Not fighting harder, being unable to fight harder, and protect her family. She had only been six, but she carried that weight on her shoulders.)
Best Childhood Memory (Long gone.)
Worst Childhood Memory (Those two years in the hands of the people who had studied her like a bug that they could dissect and throw away.)
Imaginary Friend as a Kid (None.)
Strongest Childhood Memory (The look in her father’s, mother’s, and sister’s eyes as they died.)
Family-
Sisters (Ava Rose [Deceased.])
Brothers (None.)
Mother (Lylah Rose [Deceased.])
Father (Maxon Rose [Deceased.])
Extended Family (None.)
“If it’s the thought that counts, I should be in jail.”
Other:
Pets (None.)
Physical Handicaps (None.)
Mental Handicaps (None.)
Mental Illnesses (Depression, Anxiety, Agoraphobia, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.)
Who They Quote (No one. She often hears the voices of the men who took her in her head, though.)
Sense They Most Rely On (Sight.)
Smells Reminiscent of Childhood (Blood.)
Choice of Weapon (Knives.)
Treasured Possessions (Her knives, especially the one that had taken down the guard that had been sent with her on her mission. The one that had spilled the blood of the person who had killed her father and sister. [The second man who had retrieved her had killed her mother, and had not been sent with the other guard and Xaia.])
Eating Habits (She doesn’t eat often, and when she does, it’s so that she’s able to function, not for taste.)
