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Name: Delilah Sanchez
Age: 19
Gender: Female

Height: 5 feet flat
Facial expression: Enthusiastic and impish grin, with an intensity in her stare.
Hair: Red
Eye color: Blue
Skin color: Light Mocha

Military outfit: Mix 'n match
•Pink halter top
• Fingerless gloves
• Green Bandana
sort of reference

Personality: Who says that talented female warriors need to be tough, stoic ladies? Or simply shouldn't care for appearances? Delilah is downright girly to the core, with a killer 3D gear technique as her best accessory!

Okay, so she's not that great just yet, but for a newbie she's pretty damned good and she's only getting better.

Ballsy to a fault, she can be found jumping in to situations that others are too afraid to, and always with perfect hair and nails. Many call her crazy, and a woman with a death wish, but she's escaped everything unscathed so far.

She's bubbly, friendly, with a confidence that's downright charming. She likes to make sure that everyone she meets feels welcome in her presence. There aren't many that dislike her. Well, that's just right off the bat, anyway.

Many would say her vanity is her biggest fault; it isn't very unusual for her to be found arguing with an officer about how much crisper her uniform needs to be, but there's something darker. Behind Delilah's charm is an individual that is best described as Neutral Evil. Her joining the trainees wasn't to help or guard anybody, or to take revenge for some loved ones, she did it to have an excuse to kill things and be honored for it. While she smiles at others, she has no problems lying and hurting others if she has to. After spending some time with her, observant individuals, or people who want to get close to her start to notice how distant she really is. She isn't one to share personal information, but she's gotten damned good at the art of conversational misdirection.

Of course, she rarely every targets her strange habits and desires at her peers. What those insignificant drones think may be silly, but she needs to be accepted by the masses. A girl's image is everything after all.

History:
This may not come as a surprise, but Delilah grew up as a middle class tailor's only child. From day one she was always very involved with the store, helping her family's business and around the house. Her father, who loved his work, taught her about fabrics, and the importance of looking good. He was a man of passion and art, always romanticising everything. It was from him that she got her vanity. In contrast Delilah's mother was always very...beige. Oh, she was a sweet and hard working woman with a strong moral compass, but she was always so dull and quiet. If it wasn't for her mother teaching her daughter all sorts of tricks for hair, Delilah probably would never have been too fond of her.

Life was very normal for her, perhaps too normal for her tastes. She had to go out and looking for her own adventures. These adventures consisted mostly of running around playing with the other children, and scaling buildings and occasionally stealing a piece of candy or two. One day when she was about ten she snuck out early in the morning and, near the slums, actually witnessed a butcher's teenage son slaughtering a pig. Until this very day she remembers seeing the light just going out of the pig's eyes, how easy it was to extinguish life with one's bare hands.
Delilah revealed herself to the butcher's son and made sure to become friends with him. His name was Jordan.
She started visiting the butcher's shop frequently. Jordan, surprised by Delilah's iron stomach and fascinated by a little girl's interest in slaughtering and butchery let her hang around, and eventually he started teaching her the tricks of the trade. To everyone's surprise Delilah was very good with a knife. She was not the strongest, but she was unafraid of the sharp blade and the damage it could potentially cause. No, Jordan, she actually enjoyed it.

Soon slicing up pigs and snapping the necks of chickens just wasn't as fun as it used to be. Delilah eventually turned her attention to the military.
At fifteen she told her parents about her intention to join the military, they were shocked. They knew of her strange hobby at the butcher's place, but they figured it was more a fascination for food than anything. When had their tiny, sunny daughter develop a desire to fight anything?

Outside of self care and the vanity arts, Delilah's hobbies include teasing Jordan, cooking, cleaning, climbing, butchery, and hunting.

Hi there, Holly! I have to admit, when I first saw Delilah I got really excited! That being said, I have some questions for her!

Was there any one thing that set Delilah off on the path that she's on? What made her interested in her stint at the butcher's shop? Did something happen to her when she was younger, or was she always that way?

What happens when she breaks a nail, or her hair is mussed? How does she react to that kind of thing happening?

How would she react to things going wrong - say, she does jump into a dangerous situation, and it results in her (or a teammate) being hurt or worse? Would she continue her facade of friendliness, or would the more distant part of her come into play?

Once she's in the military (there are no titans in the cities at this point in time), how will she cope with her strange habits and dark desires? She'll have three years of training to get through - is it going to be difficult for her to handle her urges?

Awesome, thanks for clearing that up! I'm going to mark her as approved.