Post by Henrietta on May 17, 2009 0:49:22 GMT -5
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Name: Trang, Huy (family name, given name)
Alias: Henrietta (Goes by Hen or Rita)
Gender: female
Age: 12
Birth Date: July 9thLET ME SEE YOU SMILE
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Height: 4'11"
Weight: 83
Build: really skinny
Eye Color: brown
Hair Color: brown
Avatar: Fuu from Samurai Champloo
Henrietta certainly goes for the strange style whenever she can. Her hair could be found in any fashion imaginably in just a couple hours. She just gets so bored with her hair style she is constantly trying to change it in some way or another, she use to dye it a lot too. Her hair is also very precious and is constantly being messed with her hands. Although for the rare occasion it is down the hair will reach just to her shoulder blades, and it has always been like that. Also, if it is down it compliments her milky brown eyes much better then when it it up.
Again, Henrietta strives to be different. She will often wear clothes that went out of style years ago, or she'll wear traditional clothing of various cultures. Either way she is never seen wearing clothes that would count to most people as, 'being normal'. Her favorite clothes though are kimonos and traditional clothing from Korea, those are her two favorites. Although three thing stays the same, the black cross necklace that she wears around her waist, some kind of flower in her hair, and the bandages around her neck that she refuses to take off.
To note things besides her hair and clothes is her body. Henrietta is a twiggy thing. Some may say that she looks anorexic, but she just can't eat a lot of food. Also, a few scares line her arms and a large one on her face. They are thin but they are notable. To limit its appearance she strives to be pale like she is, often avoiding the sun. So, she is the one that is as pale as a ghost or basically likes up the night with her blaring paleness.THE DRUGS DON'T WORK
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Likes:
- She adores the cultures of others
- Ice Cream
- TV
- anything technological
- Music, mostly the viola, Saxophone, and any foreign music
- Video Games
- the Computer
- Hiking
- Flowers
- Sneaking around
- anything involving other cultures
- Language
- Dancing
- Annoying annoying people
- Different things
- Bananas
- Watermelon
- Pizza
- Surfing
- Doing stuff for no reason
- scaring people
- Doing complicated things for no reason
- Scary movies and Mystery Movies
- Squirrels
- Being Loud
- lollipops
- sleeping
- Helping people
- Reading
Dislikes:
- Annoying people
- The Sun
- Screamo/heavy metal Music
- Chick Flicks
- People closed to new ideas
- Being Alone
- Bossy people
- Mountains
- Walking long distance
- Exercising
- Birds in general
- Cats
- Dirt and Grime
- Peanut Butter
- Green Veggies
- Beans
- Autumn
- Fishing
- Shopping
Fears:
- Anything that makes her think of her father
- The Dark
- Sharp Objects
- Doing nothing important/not being known when she dies
Strengths:
- Memorization skills
- her sneakiness
- Her wide knowledge of history and culture
- Greatness at sewing
Weaknesses:
- Cooking
- making friends
- The limited things she forces herself to do, Ex. Can't walk out in the sun
- The fact that she trusts just about everyone
Specializations:
- History and Culture (Main Focus)
- Fighting (with any weapon) (best at)
- Technology
- Strategy
- Language
Even though she is loud she is not actually the brash and annoying individual you think she is. Henrietta is actually very shy when she talks to people, especially people she doesn't know. She is also a very kind individual and will do anything she can to help, even if it is out of her way. Although if you talk to her straight on she will often shy away and go behind some object just to hide. Still, she will gladly talk to people as long as they stay away. It is because of this shyness she is known to stutter a lot and also pause in mid sentence, for she doesn't want to screw up her thinking so will go into deep thought in mid sentence.
She is a very deep thinking. She is constantly thinking about what could happen for simple things like if she goes for a walk or something. She goes into her deepest thinking when she is reading, which is almost the entire reason why she gets the book. Just so that she can think with the most clarity she can.
If you really get to know her then you get to see her wild personality. Henrietta can she get really loud, but she doesn't really know how loud she really is until you tell her. She also will laugh and smile a lot. Also, she will often be running around trying to fix her eternal boredom of everything around her. Then, you will also find her failed cooking skills, so never eat anything she cooks for you. Although she really is good at advice and will gladly give it to someone if they ask.
Although if you find her wild personality you will also see her hatred of things. She really does hate most people, that is why she likes avoiding them. She just thinks that most of them are violent and greedy things. Still, if you prove that statement then she will be for your side through thick and thin and will do anything for you. Although you could just say, "I'm not like them." and she'll believe you because she is a very trusting person. She doesn't think that humans lie that much, so she believes anything anyone says.
The last of her other personality is how violent she is. If you make her made once she will gladly beat you to a pulp, but never kill. She is a skilled fighter and doesn't care how much someone is crying for her to stop, she will make sure that kid gets what he observes. She also snaps easily, so you must be careful with your words around her. She doesn't like fighting that much, she just says it comes so swiftly that it is her instinct. Also, she won't attack by solely her opinion, that is rare, most of the time the kid would have to have done something else to someone else.TELL ME YOUR STORY
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Family:
Mother- Trang, Bian-deceased
Father-Trang, Gia-alive
Heritage: Vietnamese
Hometown: Kin-Hon, Vietnam
Birthplace: Dong Hoi, VietnamTrang Huy was born in Dong Hoi into a not so great family. After all, she was an accident from two teenagers that had to marry because of her. She lived in the absolute grimes of the city with her kind mother and her awful father. Every day, when she was young, Gia would beat his new wife Bian until she was bleeding but it was never serious bleeding. After just the first time Bian was hit, Trang knew never to utter a word or utter a cry otherwise the same would happen to herself.
Bian and Gia both worked but Gia worked long into the hours. So, her mother hung out the most with her, and she enjoyed that a lot. Her mother taught her many things, for she was very intelligent herself. So, Trang took in all of the information with much greed and yet she still starved for more. It was Bian who who first had her start putting flowers in her hair, saying it made her look pretty. She also playing and did things with her hair often. If it wasn't for her mother, Trang would have surely have gone crazy.
As time progressed the beatings got worse. One day, Bian got home late and was introduced to her husband who just lost his job. He started beating her, but then it went further. Gia then picked up a knife and stabbed his wife in the shoulder. Trang freaked out and starting and ran to her mother. The blade then changed its target from Bian to Trang's face, leaving a noticeable scar. After he scarred her Gia took his daughter by the hair and threw her in a closet and he locked it, so she couldn't get out for 48 hours.
Now, she was subjected to the beatings. Bian tried her best to protect her daughter and try desperately to leave her husband, only to have him basically force them back. Now, they couldn't escape since he was home all the time now and when Bian went to work Trang was Gia's main target, and the closet constantly encased in darkness was her second home. Worst of all, whenever Trand did something wrong Gia would take his daughter's arm and a knife, thus cutting her arm once for every mistake.
Again, it got worst one day. Trang was still locked in the closet when she heard fighting outside her door. She then started to bang on the door in order to get out when she started to hear her mother's cries for help. Finally, the old door collapse from the abuse to it. There she met her mother laying in a bloodied pool, her eyes blank and dead. She tried running for the door but her father caught her shoulder and forced her to make eye contact with him as he raised his bloody blade.
Before she could even think Trang punched the man in the face and after he paused she kicked him in the stomach. As he reached, out of reflex, to his hurting stomach from the kick the knife accidentally dropped. Both Trang and Gia leaped for the blade in order to see who would win the battle. Luckily, Trang was able to wrestle it from his hands and then she used it and jammed it to the back of knee, in a sensitive region. He gasped in pain and grasped his leg. Then, Trang made her escape to the authorities.
Of course, her father was guilty but now Trang was a child with no relatives that wanted the child. So, she was sent to an orphanage, since they could never give her back to the horrifying man surely to get executed. So, she was sent to Wammy's orphanage where she was forever known as Henrietta when she entered the place. She took the name gladly and even asked people who she was friends with to either call her Hen and Rita. She was never to be oppressed again and will now do ever creative thing she has ever wanted to do.YOU'RE GONNA GO FAR, KID
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Name: umm...Cookie or by my character's name
Age: sorry can't tell you
Experience:probably 3 years
Codeword: Don't Look Here.
Fun fact: I am the stupidest smart person in the universe, I am very smart except I have no common sense.
Sample Post:
The room was bright and almost blinding. A lamp was plugged into every plug outlet in the room. The shades were drawn to a close even though it was a beautiful and hot day outside. The carpet was worn and had many stains within it, all caused within a mere 2 hours. Only a TV sat in the middle of the room. Besides the lamps and TV there was no furniture, for it was all moved outside.
In the background she could hear the muffled laughter of children, but she did not care. She sat on the floor with her head propped up with her arms. On her elbows showed the pattern of the carpet as she sat on them for hours. A bowl of popcorn laid beside her, half eaten, but every once in a while her hand would drift into the cold bowl. The TV seemed to be on mute, for barely any sound drifted from its speakers.
On the wall a small clock ticked back and forth in a perfect timing. It was this annoying clicking it gave off that made Henrietta to finally acknowledge it and look up. Then, she jumped up in surprise. Her kimono fell perfectly in place and her hands quickly reached to her pigtails and fixed them so they were tight to her head. It was only then did she yell, "Crap! It's this late? I'm like an hour late!" she then gave the most shocked expression on her face as her hands went and covered her mouth. Then, all of a sudden, she looked extremely relaxed, "Well, if I'm this late already, I might as well not go." She then sat back down, only this time in Indian style. Now, she took down her hand and preceded to put it into a bun, while her eyes were still locked on the TV.
Although this time the laughter of the children grew as more crowded to whatever was outside. Henrietta just reached for the remote and turned up the volume two clicks with a frustrated look on her face. Now, she was starting to care what was outside. Personally, she wanted to join them out there, although she was afraid what would happen to her. She could imagine herself gaining just a half of a shade darker, or redder which ever one happens, and then her scars becoming noticeable. So, she decided to stay inside with her TV. Alone.
In the background she could hear the muffled laughter of children, but she did not care. She sat on the floor with her head propped up with her arms. On her elbows showed the pattern of the carpet as she sat on them for hours. A bowl of popcorn laid beside her, half eaten, but every once in a while her hand would drift into the cold bowl. The TV seemed to be on mute, for barely any sound drifted from its speakers.
On the wall a small clock ticked back and forth in a perfect timing. It was this annoying clicking it gave off that made Henrietta to finally acknowledge it and look up. Then, she jumped up in surprise. Her kimono fell perfectly in place and her hands quickly reached to her pigtails and fixed them so they were tight to her head. It was only then did she yell, "Crap! It's this late? I'm like an hour late!" she then gave the most shocked expression on her face as her hands went and covered her mouth. Then, all of a sudden, she looked extremely relaxed, "Well, if I'm this late already, I might as well not go." She then sat back down, only this time in Indian style. Now, she took down her hand and preceded to put it into a bun, while her eyes were still locked on the TV.
Although this time the laughter of the children grew as more crowded to whatever was outside. Henrietta just reached for the remote and turned up the volume two clicks with a frustrated look on her face. Now, she was starting to care what was outside. Personally, she wanted to join them out there, although she was afraid what would happen to her. She could imagine herself gaining just a half of a shade darker, or redder which ever one happens, and then her scars becoming noticeable. So, she decided to stay inside with her TV. Alone.