Shawn de Marco

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Name: Shawn de Marco
Name Meaning: None
Nicknames: None
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Age: 18
Birthday: 11 November
Height: 5’3”
Weight: 70 lbs
Build: Malnourished, scrawny, but has muscles
Predominant Features: Perpetual scowl, remarkably gender-neutral

Personality: Pessimist
Powers: None
Appearance: Shawn is a petite young woman who, at first glance, is an adolescent boy. Her hair is thin but only an inch long at most, it looks like someone has taken a blade to it (not scissors). It's a complete mess, without rhyme or reason, and like the rest of her appearance, full of dirt, dust, and fish scales.

Her eyes are a cloudy gray, filled with suspicion and wariness. The wisdom reflected there is one of the few indications that she is actually more than she at first appears. They are weary with experience, bright with intelligence, and depending on her mood can grow as cold and piercing as icicle darts boring into another's soul.

Her face is fine, her skin smooth and sun-browned, though she is Caucasian. She has high cheekbones and a rounded jaw, with thin but firm lips that rarely move to speak - though when they do, the words that escape them are soft and smooth, no matter her emotion.

She wears a once-white t-shirt, several sizes too large for her, with the sleeves ripped off. It, as well as the rest of her, is covered in filth - but she cannot wash it, it's the only shirt she owns. Over that, she wears a pair of faded and dirty denim overalls, only one strap buckled, the other broken. They also are several sizes too large on her, but she uses the bagginess of her clothes to her advantage, hiding her bosom and - she prays - her gender. She uses a belt - a piece of rope, actually - tied around her waist to keep her pants up, and she keeps a fishing knife, glittering with fish scales, tucked into it.

The arms that are usually folded across her chest are, like the rest of her, thin, but due to a diet of primarily fish her muscles are quite well developed - she is very strong. Her hands, normally found gripping her fishing pole, are chapped and calloused, but strangely soft to touch, her fingers long and slim.

Sticking out from beneath the four-times-rolled-up pantlegs are her bare feet. The bottoms are hard and calloused, covered with scars. Her toes are also long and thin, shaped like a fine lady's, indicating that she was not always shoeless.

History: Shawn was born to an upper middle class family. Her parents were artists by trade, well-known and well-paid for their work. An only child, Shawn was sent to the best schools, where she excelled in all of her classes. Her dream was to follow in her parents' footsteps and make her own way through life also as an artist. However, her dreams were dashed when a fire in the kitchen spread to the whole house, destroying it and its contents, and killing her parents. She was left with nothing but her skills as an artist and a memory of fishing trips during her childhood. Her hair was burnt almost completely off, leaving only short shocks here and there, giving her a boyish appearance. She took advantage of this and dressed herself as a boy, living down at the docks and fishing with a homemade fishing pole to keep herself alive. So far, only one person - a flirty yet kind demon named Uriel - has guessed her female nature. Since then, she has taken on a part-time job working for Uriel at his shop, as well as joined the Fuilteach Piseánaigh School for Fighting and Magic, where she now has a place to live, food to eat, and the opportunity to learn to defend herself.

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