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┏Hey, this is my name:
┗━━━━━━━━━━━━xxxxxxxSariah Kai Electi

┏Call me this instead:
┗━━━━━━━━━━━━xxxxxxxSarah

┏I'm about as old as you tell me:
┗━━━━━━━━━━━━xxxxxxx16

┏Get me on one of those scales and you'll find me about:
┗━━━━━━━━━━━━xxxxxxx126 lb

┏Stick a meter stick on my back and I'm:
┗━━━━━━━━━━━━xxxxxxx5’8

┏Who am I, anyway:
┗━━━━━━━━━━━━xxxxxxxDrifter

┏This is my personality in a nutshell:
┗━━━━━━━━━━━━xxxxxxxCharismatic, passionate, headstrong, rebellious, witty, protective, and temperamental.

┏My lifestory, wanna read it?
┗━━━━━━━━━━xxxxxxxIf I said I had grown up in a wonderful and perfect family, I would be lying. My parents never wanted me to be born, and they definitely did their best to show it. They gave me food and clothing, but that was about it, they never cared if I did terribly bad things, or amazingly good things. Around the time I turned 10, I was diagnosed with Congenital Insensitivity to Pain.It was awful, I could feel pain to an extent, I could only feel it when it hits muscle, and even then, the pain is distant. Soon, I learned my remedy to the disease, cutting. I began to cut myself to convince myself that there was pain in the world, both physical and emotional. It helped, because of my cuttings, I could tell what pain was, it changed from the fact that I couldn’t feel it at all, to the point of whenever I was injured, I could feel a slight tingle depending on how serious it was, and that was it. My parents still never cared, they just noticed that their daughter had scars, but they never questioned why. It didn’t take long for my parents to realize that their daughter was a freak. To prevent themselves from having to deal with my problems, they turned to drugs and alcohol. They started spending any money that they had to satisfy their addiction. Soon, I became invisible to them, and they were lost in their world of drugs and whiskey. When I was about 15, I had enough of my rotten life. I ran away, as far as I could get. I ended up in a village where the people seemed trapped in a prehistoric era. I assumed I seemed strange to them, with the scars lacing up and down my arms, and the weird clothes. Soon, I became adjusted to the village’s lifestyle, I love the simplicity of the village, and I began to let go of my past problems and decided to stay. The village soon became my first home where I felt safe and cared for.

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┏Hey, this is my name:
┗━━━━━━━━━━━━xxxxxxxJodie as named by her parents, she never had a last name.

┏Call me this instead:
┗━━━━━━━━━━━━xxxxxxxJo, Odie, Joda.

┏I'm about as old as you tell me:
┗━━━━━━━━━━━━xxxxxxx21

┏Get me on one of those scales and you'll find me about:
┗━━━━━━━━━━━━xxxxxxx[weight] 101.lbs

┏Stick a meter stick on my back and I'm:
┗━━━━━━━━━━━━xxxxxxx 5'4"

┏Who am I, anyway:
┗━━━━━━━━━━━━xxxxxxxNative of the Koori, Leader of said village.

┏This is my personality in a nutshell:
┗━━━━━━━━━━━━xxxxxxx Usually a bright and endearing girl Jodie can withstand insults, threats and even a slap to the face. Being headstrong does not mean that she doesn't think before making a decision, she does it fairly well in fact. If you aggravate her however, be prepared to either race, swim or poach animals to show dominance.

┏My lifestory, wanna read it?
┗━━━━━━━━━━xxxxxxxJodie, as being the main character in the introductory post was a native born in the village simply known as the 'Koori'. She was abandoned at the age of five when her parents were stolen away as (oh please bear with me on this) sex slaves to head to Asia. But being the smart child she was, watching the drifters come and go as they taught her new techniques, beliefs, objectives and whatever they had to give her. The Moonlight Marauders were a horrible sort, they were evil, tainted, and desperately advanced. The Koori had absolutely no defense against the foe as many of the inhabitants were either shot or pulled away on their black stallions. She had never known who these mysterious people were, they wore turbans like the Muslims in India, yet they wore black samurai attire as one would in Japan, but they boasted horses, from Spain no doubt and their guns and weapons, were they from Russia or the Americas?

She was taught by a great and wise monk who taught her the Aborigine beliefs and when she turned 15 he miraculously died on her birthday. The other villagers deemed it a divine death and that he lived his life well, but Jodie was wrought with regret.

As the years passed on by, her body shifting and changing like the seasons she soon became a full grown woman who was expert at fishing, swimming and the like. She had never dared to visit the civilized places, and as far as she knew it had never existed ever.