Name: Pandora Idlewild Sagan
Nickname(s): Pan
Age: 26
Height: 5'9 5'11"
Birthday: --
Sign: --
Blood Type: O-
Fav. Food: Fries(Chips), cheese burgers, sour candies, and sweet cornbread.
Hated Food: Fish, soft boiled eggs and Oatmeal
School: Tentatively Enrolling in DCU.
Meadowview - Hooray, Graduated! Watch out, World! Hobbies: Carving: Carving things out of wood like her Father before her, while she is not yet as talented as her father, she can carve small animals out of wood, bone and some of the softer stones.
However she quickly grows frustrated with these efforts, finding flaws soon after she feels a piece is finished and will leave it behind where ever she finished it for others to take if they so choose.
Hiking: She enjoys long walks through the woods, preferring if she can to avoid open plane areas due to some superstition that –that- is where you will find such things as ticks and spiders, though she knows full well that all manner of small crawling things can be found within the woods themselves.
While hiking, and in the rare company of others, as she prefers to do this on her own she’ll stay to the marked trails and paths posted in community hiking areas. However if she goes on her own she’ll strike out on her own in uncharted areas with map and compass should the opportunity and time permit.
Horse back riding: She enjoys some skill at horseback riding, while she has no patience for ‘ring’ riding, or ‘events’ she enjoys trail rides using an English saddle, or occasionally with her instructors permission, bareback.
She dislikes jumps on the horses, having taken a few spills due to inexperience and in one case surprise. It’s this discomfort, and the number of people present at events that contribute to her lack of desire to further her equestrian skills to a competitive level.
Gemstone: --
Virtues: Quiet/Good Listener: While she is not a ‘social butterfly’ by a long shot, she is a very good listener. Those few people she deems worth ‘tolerating’ for any period of time. (A number that has slowly increased with time and maturity) she will listen to any rant, problem, broken hearted tangent, wistful sigh, or surreal day dream that they might want to profess without judgment. In fact her long history of listening and watching makes her a fairly good source of level headed advice on these matters for friend, or even 'foe'
Sporty: Sports just aren’t ‘it’ for everyone, their sweaty, their hard work and they can be extremely competitive. Even with the number of people whom participate Pandora thrives on competing in track meets. It might be considered odd given her ultimate disinclination to train harder in any equestrian skills, but for track meets it’s what she can do compared to what her “enemy” or “Opponent” can do with no dependence on anyone or any ‘thing’ else. Her drive to win has given her endurance and drive, and she’ll keep trying for that ‘top’ spot.
Loyal: if you earn her trust she's a friend for life even if she does admit to sometimes needing a 'break' from people. She will defend you to the end even if your wrong. She'll tell you flat out that she thinks your wrong, but she'll aslo defend your -right- to be wrong and save a good verbal lashing for later.
Flaws: Solitary: There are a handful of people she considers tolerable, and perhaps one or two of them that she considers a ‘real friend’, though even they would be hard pressed at times to get her to confide deeply in them if something is troubling her. The exception to this being when she’s angry, then she’s more than willing to say whom is bothering her and what she plans, or would like to –do- to them.
Temper: Pandora is prone to a sharp and sudden temper, while it takes time for her to reach the point of frustration where she will snap and lash out she does so violently, with little thought, and almost no planning at all. Her judgment goes out the window and with it whatever edge she might have gained before hand. As a student she’ll resort to fisticuffs, or even swinging her heavy book bag at the offending target. Though rumor has it there was one occasion off school grounds where someone mocked one of her carvings and found them selves pinned briefly to a tree by her penknife through the strap of their book bag. If this is true however, the person attacked may be too scared to come forward to confirm that it ever took place.
As a Lt. of the Negaverse whatever strategy she might have been using devolves into hasty sporadic attacks leaving holes in her defenses and making it easier to defeat her… or get away depending on the need of the sailor at that time. Scolding: If you do something she considers to be fundamentally ridiculous, or simply contrary to 'plans' - prepare for a solid tongue lashing with nary a word in edge wise. Listening goes right out the window until she finishes her initial tirade. As well meaning as she may be with her lashing's it dosen't mean she has the right idea of the situation in mind when she berates you. And being unable to get in a word edgewise makes it hard to stop her once she gets going.
Physical Description: Hair: Blue-black, long and generally kept back in a thick braid (so it doesn't get in her way)
Eyes: Deep chocolate brown
Face: High cheekbones, distinctly Native American (Native Canadian rather).
Body: Athletic, the build of endurance rather than heavy muscle.
Fashion: On her own she prefers blue jeans, leather boots and hair wraps, sometimes feathers and bone ornaments. Perhaps stereotypical but she's not one to care. Let them laugh, it's most often the ones laughing who buy the plastic imitations.
She actually finds it most comfortable to go either barefoot, or wear her moccasins, a gift from her uncle who still lives on the 'reservation', but she refuses to wear them to school.
She says she runs fastest that way too, well, she says so to those whom she considers friends. Sharing the information with outsiders might land you a good punch on the arm.
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Personal History Coming soon!
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Past Life: Ruatha of Mars