12-15-2018, 03:13 AM
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so lake here is,,,, lake. the resident six-foot-two fifteen year old girl who isn't even done growing, she grew up semi-feral in the woods, named herself after a lake, she carries rocks in her pockets because she likes how heavy they feel and her weapon of choice is any available stick. she kind of mutters when she talks and usually doesn't have the best grammar. she speaks english, but her first language is one she made up herself, which she often mumbles to herself in, writes in, and has tattoos in. she has over a dozen tattoos, almost a dozen piercings, and really only brushes her hair for important occasions. she hasn't learned about them yet, but when she does learn about cargo pants, they're all she'll wear, because she loves the convenience of pockets. she's always hungry and almost always has food on hand, and she has the faceclaim of the lovely ellie thumann.
she doesn't really trust people easily, nor does she ever really consider anyone a friend, just due to some past betrayal from the few people she's trusted. she tends to be very rough, so expect a bruise when she hugs you, and she really likes to wrestle. she's a pretty nice person, but can come across as rather aggressive, and has absolutely no manners.
she's open to:
- friendsly relationships. friends aren't really her thing, as in, she won't call someone her friend. however, she's very much open to relationships that pretty much are friendships without the title. they'd have to be accepting of the fact that she's a bit unusual, as she won't be changing anytime soon, but if you accept her, she'll accept you.
- someone to introduce her to cargo pants. she's due for developing an unhealthy obsession with them and all their pockets, and she'll be forever grateful to whoever shows her these.
- just, like, anyone giving her food. she needs a lot of calories on the day-to-day basis, so she's always hungry, and anyone who feeds her with receive gratitude.
- training or sparring. it should be noted that lake's never done it "for practice", and as such, when she trains she's just going to go wild and start swinging. it's up to your character to correct her and tell her to hold back, or let her go wild and go wild right back. she's very skilled at fighting, and prefers hand-to-hand over weapons.
- romance. this is something that would have to be slow burn, as lake has never been in a real relationship or anything beyond a failed, unwanted set up. she has trust issues and she's definitely not normal, and she has no desire for children. she's bisexual with no preference, and doesn't have any lame concept of gender roles or any of that nonsense, so what she's expecting out of a partner is just... someone to give her rocks and be there for her.
- someone getting her drunk. whether on accident or on purpose, drunk lake is a lot more fun than sober lake, and arguably a bit less weird.
- anything? i have hella muse and i'm open to pretty much anything.
she's closed to:
- pregnancy.
- major injury.
- capture.
- death.
so lake here is,,,, lake. the resident six-foot-two fifteen year old girl who isn't even done growing, she grew up semi-feral in the woods, named herself after a lake, she carries rocks in her pockets because she likes how heavy they feel and her weapon of choice is any available stick. she kind of mutters when she talks and usually doesn't have the best grammar. she speaks english, but her first language is one she made up herself, which she often mumbles to herself in, writes in, and has tattoos in. she has over a dozen tattoos, almost a dozen piercings, and really only brushes her hair for important occasions. she hasn't learned about them yet, but when she does learn about cargo pants, they're all she'll wear, because she loves the convenience of pockets. she's always hungry and almost always has food on hand, and she has the faceclaim of the lovely ellie thumann.
she doesn't really trust people easily, nor does she ever really consider anyone a friend, just due to some past betrayal from the few people she's trusted. she tends to be very rough, so expect a bruise when she hugs you, and she really likes to wrestle. she's a pretty nice person, but can come across as rather aggressive, and has absolutely no manners.
she's open to:
- friendsly relationships. friends aren't really her thing, as in, she won't call someone her friend. however, she's very much open to relationships that pretty much are friendships without the title. they'd have to be accepting of the fact that she's a bit unusual, as she won't be changing anytime soon, but if you accept her, she'll accept you.
- someone to introduce her to cargo pants. she's due for developing an unhealthy obsession with them and all their pockets, and she'll be forever grateful to whoever shows her these.
- just, like, anyone giving her food. she needs a lot of calories on the day-to-day basis, so she's always hungry, and anyone who feeds her with receive gratitude.
- training or sparring. it should be noted that lake's never done it "for practice", and as such, when she trains she's just going to go wild and start swinging. it's up to your character to correct her and tell her to hold back, or let her go wild and go wild right back. she's very skilled at fighting, and prefers hand-to-hand over weapons.
- romance. this is something that would have to be slow burn, as lake has never been in a real relationship or anything beyond a failed, unwanted set up. she has trust issues and she's definitely not normal, and she has no desire for children. she's bisexual with no preference, and doesn't have any lame concept of gender roles or any of that nonsense, so what she's expecting out of a partner is just... someone to give her rocks and be there for her.
- someone getting her drunk. whether on accident or on purpose, drunk lake is a lot more fun than sober lake, and arguably a bit less weird.
- anything? i have hella muse and i'm open to pretty much anything.
she's closed to:
- pregnancy.
- major injury.
- capture.
- death.
[b][i]she'll want the devil on her side
