Lard-Face

[smear:886644]Ariadne [/smear:ddffee][smear:ddffee]DuPouis[/smear:886644]

Street Name –
Aria // Adne // Lard

Gender –
Feminine

Age –
15

Reiatsu Color –
Silver

Reiatsu Aura –
Catharsis

Faction –
Rukon Citizen

Job –
Runaway

Appearance –

Physical Statistics – 58.5” (148.6cm), 86# (39kg); Constitution – scrawny, wiry, tomboy; Aesthetics – pale blue eyes, dirty black hair, bruised and/or battered, numerous scars beneath clothing, scarred blemish on left cheek; Poise – timid to cocksure, variant due to situation; Attire – ragged tunic, hakama - faded to grey Though she is young by many standards, the girl appears to be even younger due to malnutrition and her short stature, like a scrawny boy of twelve years instead of the teenage female body she inhabits. She is skin and bones, for now, a veritable child of the streets, as she has been for most of her life. Dark circles, from paranoia or a lack of decent, warm sleep, stretch from beneath her wary eyes, overshadowed only by the brightness of the blemish on her left cheek -- neither of which are completely obscured by the grungy black chaos atop her angular head. When well-fed, she still looks the part of the prepubescent male, from the slightly-rounded almond, icy-blue eyes half-hidden beneath a mop of unruly black hair, to the masculine angle of her jaw, down to the narrowness of her waist with no hint of breast in-between. Her body is still thin with the toned musculature of one accustomed to working hard to get by, doing whatever it takes, though it tends to reflect her obnoxious persona in a “better than thou” stance. She prefers simple clothing, such as hakama and a fitted kosode, that does not bunch up unexpectedly and hides the majority of the scars from her days with the gang -- the large blemish on her left cheek the only clear hint of the brutal past.

Personality –
Quick-witted, abrasive, and confidence all warped into a twisted sense of disrepair and self-loathing make up the core of the child masquerading as a young boy. She can switch between personas as it fits the situation, though not seamlessly, and is a pathological liar, a product of her environment, nothing more. She has a tough time forming relationships, has little to no sense of social customs (or if she does, she chooses to not use them), and can’t seem to filter out the bad thoughts from the good - a trait that is no doubt beneficial to the expansiveness of her colorful vocabulary.

Her dishonesty is not an inherent part of her nature, but more of a mechanism to survive. She does have the capacity to open up and trust, buried somewhere beneath the scars and layers of self-protection.


History –

1986, Winter –born on the outskirts of the third;
1994, Autumn – ran away before succumbing to the cycle of life;
1995, Spring – found bad guys, assimilated into crew;
1999, Winter – almost died, began developing steely resolve;
2000, Summer – ran away, again;
2001, Spring – seeking shelter;

Born to poor parents with high aspirations, Ariadne was given the very same life that they had led: to live and die on this pisspot plot of land on the outskirts of the Third District. She had many brothers and sisters, both older and younger; most managed to survive during the winters, especially the older ones who were able to work, but every year, one or two of the youngest siblings managed to not wake up one dreadfully cold morning. By the time she was old enough to realize what she had in store for the rest of her unnatural, unwelcome life, she ran. She had learned enough the years before on how to forage, like many of her kind living on the edge, and had thought she could survive on her own.

The next year, after the winter storms had used all her reserves, she was enlisted into a grouping of men that did questionable things; they had needed a small frame to sneak into places where they could not, and the little girl had exactly what they desired. She was treated poorly, not much better (or worse) than the dog, and often kicked around for not rising up to an invisible set of standards. One day, she had enough, and instead of returning from a job, ran off in the opposite direction with the silver bracelet (worthless, really, but she couldn’t bear to sell it like the rest) and rest of the meager haul in her possession. After surviving the winter, amongst other things, she started the long walk to redemption...or a hot meal.

[smear:886644]Inve[/smear:ddffee]n[smear:ddffee]tory[/smear:886644]

RP – 80
Gold – 260
Pet Goat - "Goat"

[smear:886644]Stat[/smear:ddffee] T[smear:ddffee]iers[/smear:886644]

Speed – 3
Reiatsu – 1
Stamina – 1
Strength – 1

[smear:886644]Skill [/smear:ddffee][smear:ddffee]Tiers[/smear:886644]

Footwork – 3
Reiatsu –1
Weaponry –1
Hand to Hand – 1

Faction Skill –
Hell Butterfly Flare – Rukon Citizens have developed the ability to use the Hell Butterfly to create a flare.
Free Skill –
Riff-raff, Street Rat – Several years spent living on the streets has granted Ariadne a remarkable sense of perseverance and survivability, like that of a streetwise cat; she can forage, sneak about, puff herself up to come out swinging or flee like the chickenshit she is, or seemingly melt into nothingness, all as the situation fits.

[smear:886644]Abil[/smear:ddffee]i[smear:ddffee]ties[/smear:886644]

Stealth

[smear:886644]Personal[/smear:ddffee] A[smear:ddffee]bilities[/smear:886644]

One –
Unnamed –

Two –
Unnamed –

Three –
Unnamed –

[smear:886644]Soul [/smear:ddffee][smear:ddffee]Bind[/smear:886644]

Object –
Charm Bracelet – A silver chain-and-link bracelet on a thinning string of twine, serving as a reminder of the pasts she left behind.

Form One –
Unnamed –

Form Two –
Unnamed –

Form Three –
Unnamed –