Amari

[Amari]

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Name: Mika Elizabeth Medonne
Alias: Amari
Gender: Female
Age: Fifteen
Birth Date: January 6th

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Height: 5'4"
Weight: 102 lbs
Build: Slender, well-muscled body.
Eye Colour: Copper
Hair Colour: Black
Avatar: Saya Otonashi- Blood+

In both personality and appearance, Amari is considered very tomboyish. Her dark hair, which only just reaches past her ears is kept short and out of her face. At one time, it sank to her waist, but being too much of a hassle, she cut it and now keeps it that way. For some odd reason, people see her as unsociable due to this feature. However, her hair nicely frames her thin face and clashes with her deep, impenetrable copper eyes. She has a slender, muscular body with long, graceful arms and legs.

She has a very insatiable taste in clothing, rarely wearing the same thing twice and always wearing some different accessory. Her attire varies day to day, changing from a short-sleeve polo and skirt to a simple long-sleeved shirt and blue jeans. She has a very nonconformist view about her own appearance, not wanting to blend in with the crowd, but to have her own personality and style, expressed through her attire.

THE DRUGS DON'T WORK
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Likes:

• Chocolate
  
• Sports
  
• Reading
  
• Drawing
  
• Soft, relaxing music
  
• Logic Puzzles
  
• Dancing(when no one's looking)
  
• Writing Poetry
  
• Shinies
  
• Adventure movies
  
• Groan-inducing puns
  
• Comedies
  
• Individuality
  
• Wolves
  

Dislikes:

• Airheads(the people)
  
• Loud music
  
• Needles
  
• Romance Movies
  
• Horror Movies
  
• Looking the same as everyone else
  
• Rain
  
• Sunlight
  
• Stereotypes
  
• Sour candy
  
• Long Hair
  
• Boring puzzles
  
• People
  
  

Fears:

• Needles
  
• Rejection
  
• That she won't have a prosperous future
  
• Being Alone

Strengths:

• Strategic
  
• Confident
  
• Thoughtful
  
• Views thing in-depth
  
• Perceptive
  
• Hand-to-hand combat
  

Weaknesses:

• Antisocial
  
• Tends to view thing too in-depth
  
• Believes that there must be a reason for everything
  
• Isn't willing to take irrational answers for questions
  
• Jumps to conclusions
  

Specializations:

• Computers/Technology
  
• Forensics(Main Focus)
  
• Foreign Languages
  
• Strategist
  

What some would view as a very disturbed attitude, Amari's personality is a variety of ups and downs. She is extremely antisocial, giving one-word answers to paragraph-long questions. But she hates being alone. This has given her a quiet, seemingly indifferent disposition, and most people avoid her at all costs.

She is intelligent to the extreme, excelling in strategy and and forensics, both debate and science. She views things in a very in-depth way, from the smallest of ordeals to the biggest of problems. But this tends to make her withdrawn and unimaginative. A trait that puts off most people.

But Amari is not one to be pushed around. Growing up mostly on the streets, she is very skilled in various hand-to-hand combat styles, particularly unfair ones. She rarely fights just for the fight, mostly in self-defense unless she's had enough of the person bothering her. After that, she's likely to throw the person on the ground and hog-tie them. But that doesn't happen...often.

Amari is has a deep interest n the arts and often combines their elements. Her artwork, mostly rough sketches that she never colors, is often influenced by whatever music she may be listening to.

Her personality, like her attire, is composed the same way twice never. She has her up days and down day, sometimes days in between. But it's rarely the same two days in a row, unless she's in a state of complete depression or thought. Then she either...well, depressed or thoughtful.

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Family:
LeeAnn Medonne(deserted family)
Sota Medonne(MIA)
Heritage: Japanese
Hometown: Hiroshima, Japan
Birthplace: Tokyo, Japan

Average history, one would think. Amari, then known as Mika, grew up with a single mother, her father being missing in action. But the solitary lifestyle, raising a child single-handedly, led LeeAnn to drinking. She rarely paid attention to her own daughter, getting wasted every night and virtually leaving Mika to fend for herself. Mika spent most of her time on the streets, far out of reach of her drunk mother. She met someone who became something like a father-figure. This man had not a penny to his name but was quick-witted, highly skilled, and very kind. He more-or-less took Mika in and showed her the ropes of street living, knowing she would probably need it later on. Amari proved to be a fast, enthusiastic learner, quickly picking up on hand-to-hand combat.

One day, Mika went home to find her mother was gone. The house had been emptied, no note left behind. It was as if the house had been vacant for years. Mika ran to her only remaining haven, the alley where the street rat who trained her lived. But he wasn't there. Symbols of a fight that had ensued, shredded blankets, belongings scattered everywhere, spatters of blood marring the brick alley walls, were everywhere. Mika was really alone, for the first time. And she was only eight.

Word got around that the child was living her mother's home alone, taking care of herself ad resorting to stealing. All was true. Living with no one made Mika reserved, reflective, and majorly antisocial. She threw whatever she had at anyone that dared come near her or her home. If it could be called a home The place was in tatters, so much that people rarely went near it anyway, fearing its collapsing. Ad this was where Mika lived. This pathetic little building was the place she called home.

Then one fateful day, a glimmer of hope surfaced on the horizon. Mika was offered a home at Wammy's House, an orphanage in England. At first, the eleven-year-old was skeptical, but she accepted the offer. She was taken from her home in Japan, taught English, and given the alias Amari. She's spent the rest of her years, up to now, living there, learning, training, being an actual teenager. But she refuses to accept anyone. She lives in solitude, eats alone, and spends most of her days in complete privacy. She's not a people person. She probably never will be.

YOU'RE GONNA GO FAR, KID
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Name: Deathy
Age: 13, 14 in October
Experience: 2 years? 3? Somewhere around there
Codeword: Don't look here.
Fun fact: I rant. A lot.
Sample Post:

Sunlight glittered through an open windowing, the dust particles glinting off the light. A bright, sunny day loomed ahead. Crap! Amari's copper eyes narrowed at the light glaring at her. She disliked rain, but she absolutely despised cheerful, sunny days. Why couldn't there just a be an overcast cloudy day, just once? Of course not, that would be asking for too much. The adolescent rolled over, only to realize she was no longer in her bed. She looked around and saw she was tangled in a mass of blankets, staring up at her bed. She'd fallen out during the course of the night. Struggling out of her blanket prison, she stood up and stretched her stiff limbs.

Life had been quiet since arriving at the orphanage, Amari preferring solitude and privacy. She shunned everyone, and everyone avoided her. The way she preferred it. She stretched once more and trudged to the window, jerking the curtains shut. Alas, the dark material wasn't enough to block out the sun. This was going to be a long, long day. The raven-haired girl stalked to her closet, throwing on the most tacky outfit she could find, which happened to be a plaid shirt and jeans. She didn't have to worry about styling her hair, she merely ran a comb through it and was satisfied.

Amari admired herself--not really, she could care less about appearance as long as she looked different from everyone else--in the floor-length mirror by her bed. Satisfied, she collapsed on her bed, pulling her poetry journal out of her pillow case. In it was a collaboration of her poems, most of them extremely depressing. Yanking the pencil out of the spirals, she flipped to a fresh page, pressed the graphite to the paper, and began writing in her loopy script.

Death.
It surrounds the earth.
Hate.
It covers the world.
Love.
So hard to come by when no one cares.

Typical day.

[Rhiatte]

Accepted!

Nice job, I like her.