Name: Maggie Claus.
Age: Fourteen.
Gender: Female.
Height: 5'0".
Facial expression: Pensive/thoughtful.
Hair: Very light lavender in a coronet braid: [x], [x].
Eye color: Light pink: [x]; she also wears thin glasses.
Skin color: Beige.
Profession: Florist.
Military outfit: Standard; ruffled blouse: [x] (tailor ticket).

Personality:

Maggie presents herself as a cordial lady. She greets every individual who graces her presence with lovely manners that were seared into her personality by her father. She takes moments in stride, never rushing even when it is required of her. Even towards confrontations when one challenges her, she chooses to remain pessimistic and shrug off any hostile instigation with a light chortle.

It doesn't matter who you are, what you are, what you have done or haven't done, Maggie will be there for you to rant to, ask for advice about something, or just strike up a little chat with. The soldier finds herself to have an certain attachment with other beings and believes the only way to exploit that bond is with conversation. By chit-chatting with others, Maggie believes she opens up new doors to finding out more of what makes a person who they are and how they're special. This also ticks along with her curious nature. Everyone has a story and Maggie most certainly wants to hear yours. Truth be told, she is neutral and accepting of most personalities she comes across. However, if a person is a heartless, conceded, simply arrogant jerk, Maggie will not tolerate them.

Maggie has a mild disposition and many have remarked her as having a kind soul. She's one to do anything for anyone -- no matter the circumstance, time, or place. Maggie will sacrifice what she must to please another, shying away concern of herself for others. So long as the feat is humanly possible, of course. If it is something unheard of or completely vulgar, it doesn't take her much to muster up a no. Nevertheless, Maggie tends to aerate a certain pleasantness and warmth towards others no matter who they are. With this comes certain tenderness and concern for those in need. Though her hands may be cold and numb from shoveling snow for a bedridden neighbor, the heart within her bosom will always be warm.

Maggie needs some sort of company by her side, constantly. She has a fear of being left alone, of being forgotten by the world and dying somewhere abandoned with no one by her side. Though much of an extreme thought, Maggie has convinced herself such a future has a high percentage of occurring. Instead of choosing to face the obstacle head on from the induced thought, Maggie expresses her worry through bouts of depression. Through her depression, she tends to push people away thus making her fear much more a reality. When her lack of attention is stressed beyond its extreme (as in, stretched passed her bout of depression), her want will turn into a greedy craving for another. Her personality morphs from that of a mild attitude to a feverish disposition as want for attention ticks through her mind. This part of her, shocking and worrisome, tends to frighten people away, making her long for another embodiment of humanity all the more.

Maggie wishes greatly for someone to tell her that the world has not forgotten her. Her exceptionally charitable nature is more to the benefit of herself than those she helps. She will do whatever it takes to be recognized to get a simple thanks or compliment. Many around her has taken advantage of her overly giving nature and stressed it to disturbing edges. Of course, all these requests were met with a yes just so she can be acknowledged. The girl does have a brain though and can make just decisions depending upon what is asked of her. Like stated, if the task asked is inhumanely possible or completely vulgar, there is a chance she will deny the request.

History:

Maggie's mother, Ramona, married her husband, Adrock, early on in their relationship when the woman was to head out for a recon outside the walls as a soldier in the Scouting Legion. Their wedding was a quick procession with only immediate family invited. Adrock had high hopes for his wife to return safely, especially with the idea of their then three year old daughter growing up without a mother was concerning. Unfortunately, like most of the members of the military, she did not return, and the father was forced to raise his child by himself.

With a careful hand, the girl grew up to be cordial and polite, but also blinded by dreamy desires that were not suited for the harsh reality that awaited her. Maggie grew to admire the ladies of nobility and wanted to be just like them. Thus, she carried herself like one and earned the admiration of other parents who wished for their children to have even a speck of her manners. Since her father never remarried, their income was low due to him spending most of his time at the slaughterhouse he worked at. Maggie too helped out with some extra money, but because she lacked anything besides domestic skills, she worked as a florist who sold arrangements to the people of Sina.