Character Name: Nameless. She will react to whatever her owner names her.
Age: Seventeen to nineteen. Actual age is unknown.
Race: Human/unknown. Can control the wind, but only small breezes.
Gender: Female.
Sexuality: Pansexual.
Personality: Quiet and shy at first, once more comfortable around someone she can be bubbly. Sometimes so much that she's obnoxious. There is one thing about her though; she is a major klutz. She'll drop things all the time and make a mess, and can make the mess worse as she tries to clean it up. And when she's nervous or trying to explain her accident she can ramble on until someone makes her stop talking. She becomes motherly when someone is ill or hurt, whether its her fault or not (sometimes it is).
Appearance: Long aqua hair that falls to the back of her knees, bangs that fall over her eyes. She has bright turquoise eyes and soft pink lips and a smile that can light up the room. Stands 5'6", is thin and small chested, though not nonexistent. Has a quirky sense of style, hates matching socks, and loves her short skirts. Can't wear shirts with sleeves or sweaters, unless its winter, or she'll overheat and pass out. She believes her best feature is her butt and her legs.
History: The girl doesn't know anything about where she came from, who or what she is, or even when she was born. Her age is guessed and she can't remember anything before four years ago. All she knows is that she is a slave and answers to whatever her owner calls her. She found she can control the wind, but only light breezes. Sometimes she can create quick gusts that can knock things over, but sometimes when she's bored she can be mischievous and will use it to lift girl's skirts. It is a talent she takes pride in and practices often, though always outside.
She has a scar across her lower stomach, as though she may have had a c-section. She doesn't know where its from.
Likes: Reading and writing, broccoli, cheese, skirts, bright colours, pain (the pleasurable kind).
Dislikes: Dark and pastel colours, liver, onions, failing.
Fears: Being alone, surgical tools, death.
Skills: Control of small winds.
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