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Messenger of Magic Captain
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 Posted: Thu Sep 26, 2013 4:21 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 3:18 pm
ϟ certification
ϟ table of contents
ϟ rabia humayun
ϟ history
ϟ family
ϟ home and possessions
ϟ clothes
ϟ puella
ϟ roleplay log
ϟ relationships
ϟ art gallery
ϟ reserved
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ϟ credits / contact me
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 3:19 pm
 ϟ name: rabia (RAH-bee-ah) humayun
ϟ color: ██████████ WAR PAINT - #BD3300
ϟ age: sixteen
ϟ nationality: half-pakistani, half-american
ϟ home/financial status: low middle class, shares a 2 bedroom apartment with her brother and her mother in the Lynn District.
ϟ school: teufel town high.
ϟ personality: As a kid, Rabia was very opinionated, a trait that carried on to her as a teen. She always jumps up to speak whenever she can in any conversation, even if someone is already talking, believing her input to be more important than the opinion of anyone else. She will never back down from a debate, even if in the end she will lose. She gets frustrated when she watches an oral fight and will always butt in, as if starting a war. Because of this, she gets so anxious, so excited, her thoughts get jumbled and she forgets the idea she was going to say— or, she has it on the tip of her tongue.... And she doesn't remember. Her train of thought halts abruptly, and she stutters and falters, reaching out for something that isn't there. Then she states she forgot, only to remember what she was to say after a few minutes.
Although Rabia can be a bit overwhelming and come on too strong in debates, usually, you see her calm, normal side. She is overly confident and proud of herself, her nose held high and shoulders back. Years of being treated like a literal princess by her family effected her greatly, making her used to wasting things, whether it be a lot of money, or barely any at all. She is proper and educated, treating others with respect when she doesn't let her excitement take over.
Spunky and creative, she is very ambitious— she has already prepared in advance what she's going to be when she's older and how she will become it. She is always looking for complicated words so as to be regarded as something other than boobs and an a**, leading her to sometimes talk between pauses as she tries to look for the right word. She is highly observant, always finding little extra details in things that are or hard to see or hard to find.
ϟ extra: She works at the racing track Gale district's Grand Kingdom as the preppy girl who manages the races and flags before the races. She also joins in on the races sometimes.
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 3:20 pm
 ϟ history:
Krista Theodori and Tariq Humayun met in college, and due to Krista dropping out of collage, at the ripe age of 23, she decided to live with him and his family in Pakistan. Soon after, Castro, Rabia's older brother, was born. With his light brown hair just like his fathers and orange eyes shaped exactly like his mothers, he looked like a normal pakistani boy. A year after that and Rabia was born, with vibrant, red hair and thick eyebrows just like her mother, and a light orange eye color similar to her fathers. This was strange to many, as it was rare for a girl of Punjabi descent to have red hair— even rarer for it to be that vibrant red.
At age 3, Rabia's parents began what was the long roller coaster to divorce. They constantly disagreed with many things, but kept their opinions to themselves for fear of the kids hearing them.
The group of four went to a family reunion in the north, where Tariq met a woman named Fatima. She was sweet and kind to Tariq but rude and mean to others, serving him food and batting her lashes at him. They talked for quite a while, leaving Krista to deal with the kids. A few weeks after their meeting, Fatima decided to invite herself to their home, at least once every month, effectively creeping out Krista and surprising Tariq. Both Rabia and Castro did not like this mean lady entering their house, and decided to drive her out by pretending to be little dogs— barking at her and growling at her whenever she came near.
A few years later, Rabia started school. She was like a normal little girl, attending a private school for girls with her cousins and giving it her all at her classes. Though she did have an unusual interest in debating and cars, she was as normal as a little girl could get. She loved her family and her brother, and even if Fatima didn't like her, she treated her like everyone else. As school went on, Rabia became a well known little girl for her pretty face and good grades, learning English, Punjabi, and Urdu well. School year after school year, her parents were asked if she was still available— but her mother insisted that they were going to let her grow up and choose her own husband. Rabia loved the attention she received from others, but pretended to act naïve, while Castro kept to himself and tried not to attract any attention from others— he liked being left alone.
One time, Tariq had gone to visit the family household hours away, and Krista needed to know when he was coming back, so she had called the house— only to find he hadn't even passed by. When she called a friend who lived over there, just to clarify that he had not passed by, she told her she thought she saw him at Fatima's house. When he came back, they started to argue again. For days on end, Tariq slept in the guest bedroom, both of them sick and tired of each other. Rabia was curious of their fights, trying to listen to their disputes— thinking her dad was just doing his job, as he was a lawyer, fighting for good. She supported her father, but after asking what mom had done wrong, Krista couldn't take it anymore. He never gave her an explanation to what he was doing when he didn't go to his own family's home. She couldn't put up with someone she couldn't trust.
She wanted a divorce. She moved out of the house, and into a hotel nearby, where she could pick up Rabia and Castro to take them to school. A few months later, after Rabia entered the 5th grade, they were done. It was a long fight, and in the end, Krista only managed to keep Castro— Rabia was left with Tariq. She refused to leave her baby stuck there. She fought more and more, but no matter how much she debated, she could never beat her husband. Many tears were shed, but in the end, the outcome was the same. Rabia stayed with Tariq in Pakistan, while Castro left with Krista.
Rabia didn't want to stay with her father— she actually didn't like him as much after seeing them in court, fighting against each other so roughly... She still didn't completely understand the situation. Before, she looked up to him and admired his gumption for his work. Now, well, she didn't feel the same... She missed her mother, someone who was always there for her, but because she was a kid... it was as if she didn't have a voice. Her father married Fatima, having two twins named Najma and Narmeen. She was completely shut out, almost like eye candy, fourth place for her father. All her father did for her was buy her things, but she didn't need new things; she wanted someone to be there for her...
This was around the time she discovered the racing track near her house. She passed by it a lot when she went to school, but she never really went until recently. The rush, the excitement when she drove... it drove her crazy, she loved it. She went whenever she had the time, riding freely, fast, happily, excitement all around her. Even if she crashed, she would get right back up on the track, riding over and over, never once caring about how much it costed. Whenever she felt bad, whenever she wanted to let off some steam, she would always go and drive to her hearts content. She eventually wanted to see how it felt like— to drive against others in a race— and asked if there were any big tournaments here, but of course, he didn't know, telling her to look on the internet.
So she did just that. Castro was a big internet user, helping her find information on races, only to find that there weren't any places in her town that let her so they talked a lot through IMing. She always asked how their mother was, how life was, and just... how everything turned out in the end. Over time she thought about asking to move in with her mother, who lived on an island off the coast of California. She sent Castro a message asking if such were possible, getting a reply the next day— her mother wholeheartedly agreed. Immediately she tried to go to her mother. She tried her best to get the attention of her father, not studying, dropping her classes, skipping school— it was then that Tariq actually began to care about what she did. She asked him if she could leave, if she could move away, and honestly after his response, she didn't know why she didn't ask before. He told her bluntly— he honestly didn't care, she could do what she want. Rabia was only just a trophy to him.
Needless to say, it was obvious she was to move. Offended as she was, she didn't dare speak badly to him. Settling all the legal issues whenever she could, Rabia's excitement could hardly be contained. She waited for the school year to end, packed all her things and took the next plane to Teufel town.
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 3:24 pm
krista theodori - 42 - biological mother - secratary for vice-president of car company
-to be added another day-
tariq humayun - 47 - biological father - lawyer
-to be added another day-
fatima jatoi - 47 - step mother - house- wife
-to be added another day-
castro humayun - 17 - older brother - internet salesman/computer hacker
-to be added another day-
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 3:34 pm
ϟ possessions:
butterfly hairpin: an antique butterfly hairpin given to her by her grandma ]
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 3:40 pm
i wanna be delgada
to fit into my prada <3
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 3:41 pm
ϟ language: Urdu.
ϟ desires: I wish to have a clear mind/ have clearer thoughts/etc
She wants to be able to think clearer, she wishes to be able debate, to fight for those who have no voice.
ϟ emblem: Power
ϟ weapon: Flags.
ϟ type of magic: (just ideas) She can make others think clearer, she can boost her own attacks or other puella attacks x2, or she can pump them up, give them an extra turn to hit the witch (1 time per battle)
She's MOSTLY support.
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 3:43 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 3:45 pm
 ϟ ＫＡＴＹＡ ＭＡＮＮＩＮＧ ϟ
【 ◄ ◄ ◄ ◄ ◄ ◄ ◄ ◄ ☆ ► ► ► ► ► ► ► ► 】
' if breaking and entering a hospital patient room is a thing, sign me up!! :] ' ♛ ❝N/A❞
ϟ ＮＡＭＥ ϟ
【 ◄ ◄ ◄ ◄ ◄ ◄ ◄ ◄ ☆ ► ► ► ► ► ► ► ► 】
' first impression. ' ♛ ❝current thoughts.❞
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 3:49 pm
oh Allah why did u make me so beautiful
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 3:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 3:54 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 4:00 pm
i was just a kid that you could not forgive because it's harder.
I was just a kid and all I really wanted was my father.
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