Realistic or Modern Redamancy. - Character Sheets

[koala]

alina

• live free
• live happy
• live long

basic info.

name. . . Alina Yuan
nickname. . . Ali
age. . . 21
gender. . . Female
orientation. . . Bicurious (likely to end up biromantic heterosexual)
pob. . . Manchester, England
dob. . . September 18th
ethnicity. . . Chinese and Uzbek

fc. . . Diana Korkunova
height. . . 5'4"
weight. . . 110 lbs
hair. . . Black; tints brown
eyes. . . Dark brown
physique. . . Toned, slim
mods. . . Pierced ears
style. . . She has a feminine appeal to her fashion and she understands what's weather appropriate and what's not. It isn't a surprise when her outfits suddenly take a turn to being tomboy-ish because that's more true to herself.

ideal partner

Alina hasn't had any romantic partners unless awkward high school dates count. She's a fan of Korean dramas so her view of her ideal partner is mostly fantasized and far-fetched. Someone that is patient, understanding, and kind towards her is always a must but a good sense of humor is up there. She doesn't mind whether he (or she) is quiet, shy, talkative, or outgoing because it's easy for her to mold to her surroundings. Whomever her partner ends up being, however, should be aware of her clumsy and tomboy-ish side and he needs to always be ready to appreciate what's around him. If he can take care of her and provide the security that she so desperately needs, then she will be ready to open up her arms.

ideal date

She doesn't have any memories of good experiences while dating. Alina would like to do things that they could easily bond over or become comfortable with. It's understandable that first dates are usually awkward, so something fast-paced might be her go-to. Then again, she's very indecisive and is quite a romantic so a cliche cafe or movie date might win her over.

personality pt. i

likes. . . drawing, swimming, surfboarding, water sports, animals (mostly dogs), tiny stationary and utensils, fruit, seafood, pastries, old timey diners, cafes, lattes, board games

dislikes. . . coffee, bitter flavors, heights, singing (tone deaf as hell), dancing (can't dance for her life), losing bets, bossiness, overeating (but she does it anyways), reptiles, worms

habits/quirks. . . falling asleep on sofas, oversleeping, watching old cartoons, eating one food at a time, cleaning after she eats

hobbies. . . interior design, gaming, cleaning

personality pt. ii

mbti. . . ESFP (The Entertainer)

It's hard not to smile when you're around Alina, but she can be someone you dislike depending on who you are. Her warm, outgoing nature tends to bring people together because she believes no one should feel left out. By no means is she annoying, however. She understands her boundaries and tries her best not to appear overwhelmingly nice. Alina's actually a very relaxed person when she's not making a bad joke or being a typical geek.

Alina has a childish side to her that can be quiet charming. Her clumsiness is hard to miss whenever she's battling stairs or when she pushes a door that clearly says pull. She may seem like a rather intellectual person, but her lack of common sense turns her into a relatable human being. It's no surprise that many of her friends are parent-figures, even though she herself can be a parent at times.

Her flexibility, supportiveness, and appreciativeness makes her someone people confide in quite easily. Alina generally knows what to say at the right times so being a peacemaker isn't a difficult job either. She also lacks a lot of real-world experience, but her love for TV dramas has almost made her an expert in "love." While she believes she's quite knowledgeable in the topic, it's quite obvious to those that have truly experienced it that she's a bit innocent.

People often mistake her for someone that's always positive, but even Alina has a lesser side. She tends to become stressed easily and that shows in the way she handles herself. Her style is often a mess and her tone isn't as warm when she speaks to others. Because she's not very vocal about her own struggles, it's difficult to approach her during these times. She doesn't like it when people see this side of her since she's been pampered to be the woman that's always ready and looking forwards.

background info.

Alina was born to an Uzbek woman and a Chinese man, whom were both first generation immigrants at the time, in Manchester England. She spent her life as the youngest daughter and suffered the constant teasing from her two older brothers. Due to life as the only daughter, Alina became quite the tomboy and was teased even further for that throughout grade school. The teasing only ended when she entered high school as a completely different person. A feminine one.

Her body had changed after puberty and so did other external factors, including her hair. She learned how to portray herself and became somewhat popular. This girly-girl in school and tomboy out of school facade continued for years until the boyish side of her gradually faded out. It wasn't until her senior year of high school that she learned to appreciate both sides of her, thanks to the support from her best friend.

Life wasn't very interesting for Alina, especially since her parents were constantly pressuring her to enter some kind of professional field. The last thing she wanted was to become a doctor or lawyer, however. Something eventually snapped in her that made her major in digital arts. She had always loved art and animation, but she never really thought about pursuing them as a career until then.

Her parents weren't very happy with her decision and they swore they would not support her financially. The news struck the young adult hard, but she didn't let that stop her from pursuing her dream. Alina began working part-time as a waitress and eventually scored a two year scholarship to a university in California. The woman immediately packed her bags and headed to the foreign land, hoping she'd be able to make new memories and experience a different side of life.

miscellaneous

voice. . . Alice Eve

medium. . . She generally uses paper and pencil to sketch things out before taking it to the computer.

major. . . Digital Design with a minor in Interior Design

language. . . Alina can speak Chinese and she can understand a bit of Uzbek, although she can't speak it as well.

writing sample

"Are you sure this is okay?" Soren asked as he assisted his girlfriend down the street, one arm firmly around her shoulders and the other on standby. His eyes were filled with worry as they flickered from Lyra to what was ahead of them and then back. He understood wanting to see him, however, he couldn't understand why she would rather spend the morning with him rather than her parents. "Shouldn't you be spending the rest of this time with your family?"

A hoarse, once melodic and warm, laugh left Lyra's frosted lips, a fit of unattractive coughs following thereafter. Soren immediately stopped in his tracks to make sure the woman was okay and wiped her mouth gently with his sleeve. She initially tried to resist his efforts, to which he responded jokingly, "Stop trying to act cute and let me be a loving boyfriend."

After readjusting themselves, they began the journey down wintery State College once more. Soren walked with caution and as if his heart were dragging against the icy pavement. He probably counted to the number 100 a million times as if that helped time slow down. Unfortunately, it wasn't long before they reached their university's highest building. The night guard on duty kept the promise he made with Soren earlier and let the couple inside in order to take the elevator. The same, cringe-worthy elevator music that played when they first met was playing that night, and Soren chuckled almost remorsefully. "Ah, the memories," he said as he felt Lyra's body shake from laughter next to him.

The loud ding alerted them of their arrival to the top floor. They both got out and strolled over to the steps that would bring them to the rooftop, a look of worry returning to Soren's face. He offered to carry her up, but the woman only shook her head and made a snarky comment about how she was a strong woman that didn't need to be babied. Smiling at the nostalgic remark, he allowed Lyra to walk ahead of him as he carefully trudged after her.

A gust of wind sent a chill down his spine as the door swung open, prompting a cloud of breath to nearly blind him. He carefully followed the raven-haired girl to a familiar bench and sat down while successfully wooing the girl into cuddling with him. Lyra's head fell onto his shoulder as one of her hands slipped through his arm to hold his. Soren hummed a familiar tune as he looked at his phone for the time. "Fifteen minutes until sunrise." He said as he let out a sigh. "Are you positive you don't want to wait inside?"

Lyra shook her head against his shoulder and he knew better than to defy the girl. Instead he simply sang and made conversation whenever it got too quiet. However, every minute that passed made his heart ache more. Tears froze in place as he tried not to let them fall and his voice would crack every now and then. He knew Lyra could sense the pain and heartbreak radiating from him, one of the few things he didn't like about her some times. The woman was far too empathetic and in touch with the emotions of others.

"Don't cry, Ren." Lyra sighed as a tint of dark purple erupted from the horizon. "We both knew what was coming and we both decided to love and support each other until the very end.” She paused to take a long, deep breath. “It's not the end, though. I'll be with you every step of the way. I will love and support you even after you've found someone else to love and support."

"No.. I could never.." Soren choked as he tried not to crack.

"Yes, you will." She replied with a small smile. "You will because I'm telling you to continuing loving and supporting. I want someone else to feel the love, the warmth, the care, and even the stress," Lyra laughed softly, "that you gave me. I want others to experience the love rollercoaster that you, Soren Chitanu Nystrom, took me on."

Soren was about to speak but there was nothing he could say other than "I love you."

"I love you too." Lyra responded sincerely, her voice noticeably softer and weaker

Her body let out one final breath, the corners of her lips curling upwards as the sun began to rise. "Don't be sad for too long, okay.. and please.. be happy.." she whispered weakly as Soren tore his gaze away from her tear-streaked cheeks. At last her hand went limp in his, and the only thing Soren could manage was a forced smile as tears fell onto their interlocked fingers.

When he finally looked down, Lyra’s face shined like a fine pair of jewels. Her pale skin sparkled against the sunlight and her tears had frozen into her eyelashes like tiny diamonds. His smile twitched as he caressed her warm cheek gently.

"I will." He whispered as he planted two final kisses on her closed eyes.

 

[Ronan]

Nazperi 'Peri' Nişayan
coding © thoughtless​

01​

START​

Name: Nazperi Nişayan.
Nickname: Peri.
Age: Twenty-two.
Gender: Peri goes by she/her, but doesn't care what pronouns you use. They/them, he/him, et cœtera.
Sexuality: Similar to gender, she doesn't care to label herself or what other people identify as. She likes what she likes.
Place of Birth: Istanbul, Turkey.
Date of Birth: 08/02 ( August 2nd ).

02​

APPEARANCE​

Height: 184cm ( or 6'1").
Weight: She doesn't own a scale.
Hair Color: dark brown.
Eye Color: Tea-colour brown.
Body Shape: Athletic.
Body Modifications: She has pierced ears- two piercings in the lobes and her left ear has a cartilage piercing. Occasionally hennaed tattoos for the weddings and Eids.
Clothing Style: Culturally, she is Muslim, but she, herself, does not fall into the rigorous 'pray five times a day and wear a hijab' (except on weddings and Eids) category of Islamic women, but she adheres to parts of it like covering her body. Peri can be found wearing earth-tone fisherman sweaters, long pants - leggings or jeans, and sandals. She also wears tortoiseshell glasses for when she reads.

03​

PERSONALITY​

MBTI: ESTJ ( 'The Executive' ).
Likes: 'God', yogurt, pistachios, Greek, Latin, theology, history, Turkish politics, BBC documentaries, quiet, answers.
Dislikes: 'God', terrorists, Kurdish separatists, the imams, cheeseburgers, hot dogs, concerts, people who interrupt, confusion, Professor Azur.
Habits: She bites her nails frequently. Contrary to what psychologists say about nail-biting, Peri doesn't bite them out of nervousness. She bites them because she can feet the scratchy, uneven edges of her nails, and she's too lazy to use a nail clipper. Her nail-clipper is for toe-nails only.
Hobbies: Listening, reading, taking walks, translating old Greek and Latin texts into Turkish or English.
Personality: Peri is a strong-willed woman of dedication. Her faith is unwavering and she refuses to give her her beliefs because of opposition. She defends her ideas and principles relentlessly, and must be proven clearly and conclusively in error for her stance to budge. Because of that, Peri is a fact-based person. She trusts facts far more than abstract ideas or opinions. Straightforward statements and honesty (oftentimes brutal honesty) is what leads to victory in any setting.

Contra-verse to Peri's positive attributes, she is inflexible and stubborn. Everything is an opinion until proven and even then, she is reluctant to trust an opinion long enough for it to have a chance to be proven. As someone who is fact-based, she is also holds to tradition. 'Opinions' are unvetted solutions thereby dangerous. 'Opinions' suggest abandoning what has always worked before in favour of something that may fail. She has strong convictions about what is right, wrong, and socially acceptable, and oftentimes she forgets that there can be two ways to reach the goal. If someone goes against her, she will not hesitate to let the deviant know what she thinks and will attempt to correct them. Finally, because of how straightforward and opinionated she is, it's no surprise that Peri has difficulty expressing emotion or empathy. She gets so caught up in facts and being 'right' that she forgets to think of others and their sensitivity.
Describe your ideal partner: Despite the Western mould of Muslim women being 'chaste, virginal, and pure', Peri has defied this stereotype - but not to defy, but because it is. As such, Peri does like sex. She is a tall woman and strong-willed, making her a very dominating partner. She does not tolerate meekness or 'playing hard to get' - she expects you to be upfront and honest; and the same applies to emotions. She does not exist to be a 'comforter', she expects you to able to pull your own weight and take a punch, but likewise, understand there is a time to take a punch and a time to punch back.
Describe your ideal date: A study date in the library. Dinner at home. An uncensored art museum. Spending time with someone in the same room is enough.

04​

BIOGRAPHY​

As a small child Peri listened to her parents fight often. Her mother, Elif, a Muslim, was religious and valued Middle Eastern culture and traditions. Elif felt that her husband, Mensur, was righteous, arrogant, pompous, and pretentious. She hated that he looked down on centuries-old traditions. So Peri took a hybrid path between the atheism of her father and the Muslim devotion of her mother, adopting a mode of respectful uncertainty about God's nature and role in her life.

When it came to terrible injustices in this world, such as the terrible fate of her brother, Hakan, whose political activities ran afoul of an oppressive Turkish regime, she can't understand how God can let undeserved suffering happen without intervening: 'If He could not, He was not all-powerful. If He could, and still did nothing to help those in need, He was not merciful ... He was an imposter.' As such, Peri was a bright child. She knew that was her parents lacked in love, they made up in resentment. With her parents' influence- and her brother's- she was formulating her own thoughts about life, relationships, religion, and identity. The points of view were extreme in her family- creating confusion for Peri.

She seeks the mental liberation and pathway to accomplishment in literature and languages. Under her father's encouragement, Peri succeeds into getting into Cambridge University, where she is both exhilarated and challenged, but the confusion of God travels with her abroad. At Cambridge, Peri's question about faith was tested- Professor Azur held an exclusive seminar on the nature of God. Students in the class were hand-picked from various backgrounds with contradictory views: the scientific atheist, the Jewish girl, the conservative Muslim, the Protestant, the devout Catholic, the Tibetan Buddhist, the Hindu, the Mormon, the non-church-going Anglican, and the Wiccan feminist, and in such a precarious and dangerous class with one question, 'what is God?' that threatened everyone like an avalanche. It was inevitable that it come crashing down.

Peri drops out of Cambridge after two years and returns home to settle into mundane existence. The perils of terrorism, problems over the vast influx of refugees Turkey was taking in, the helpless feeling of fighting rising Islamophobia, and growing sympathies in the direction of a conservative nationalist agenda. In response to the sad results of the Arab Spring uprisings, the people of Turkey suggest that democracy is a luxury not worth pursuing. The sense of accepting the bad cards dealt like one inevitable fate is no longer the philosophy she can accept in a dangerous world.

Peri must grapple with the nature of God, the complexities of Turkey as a modern nation, and the struggles of being a religious feminist- all an ocean away from home. California- where she hopes to reconcile with herself.

Spoiler: writing sample from a role-play twelve centuries ago.

The Deep Woods between Oakheart and Glewick City can only be described as a sick man's dream: a drowsy wraith that hangs over the land and pervades the air. The diseased trees bent in monstrous ways: low-hanging branches, hollow trunks, and the ominous creaking of rooks wheeling overhead. A nightmare for the living. A plague that passed and revelled in it's destruction.

Ash walked on the balls of her feet through the mud left from the yesterday of rain, careful to never dig with her toe or heel into the mud lest she gets stuck. Ash was the embodiment of grace; where Finch's feet warred with the mud, she walked on it like air. Ash was positioned in the front of the caravan—the main vanguard with Tanner scouting ahead of her. A personal decision for herself, had she chosen to walk on the left or right of the caravan, she would've had to make conversation with the younger hirelings (they were young, was her first impression of the group. Iiolete, Finch, Faythe, Nemeia, and Eldor most of all. Young), and juxtaposed to the front, had she been placed in the back, she would've scoffed at them all. The ungainly movements, the loud characters (she enjoyed working with Elias once upon a time in Longcopse, but nothing more. She wouldn't have a drink with him), and would stare at the extraneous races.

She would never admit this but she did stare, her sea-green eyes fixated on the strange. The Forty Elephants was a modest and Gothic-worked ship run exclusively by humans and dwarves. Call her prejudiced, but she didn't like the non-humanoid races. It was too much work—the tails, the fur, and ... other things, and she would stare while they worked. Ash understood the anatomy of Tieflings, Aasimar, Sylvestri, et cœtera because she read several books and studied their shape and culture, but still, it was humans and dwarves that she had a proclivity for. Simple and easy. Large and small.

She turned her head back to the caravan horses behind her. Sometimes they were slower, other times she could feel their breath on her neck. It was a busy quest of travellers, but for her, it was too much. She understood precaution but this was a classic dictionary number twenty-six thousand and forty-three: excessive. Two trained hires would've sufficed for the journey through Deep Woods, but instead, eight.

She exhaled with exhaustion, her breath visible in the warm air. Warm air. Her breath was cold where air the was warm. She squinted, noticing the fog rolling in quicker and thickening, as if the wind's direction had changed, as if someone has reversed the poles. 'Wait—' Ash suddenly ordered, stopping in the middle of the road. Elias was right, the fog was curdling with forest growing phantasms. Ordinary fog and mist was made of cool, condensed water, but not this. This was two antithesis side-by side: cold fog, warm air. 'The fog—I ... it's not right.'

CODING © THOUGHTLESS​