Astrid

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  『 G ᴇ ɴ ᴅ ᴇ ʀ 』 Female; Cisgender 『 S ᴘ ᴇ ᴄ ɪ ᴇ s 』 human. (Is an Mutt; indiscernible white girl - European mixed with faint traces of the middle east and native american ) 『 T ᴀ ʟ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ 』 UnFortunately is the premier Engineering prodigy. Handler: Richard Eichmann

  『 A ɢ ᴇ 』 Born during early April -- should be around her mid to late twenties. 『 Z ᴏ ᴅ ɪ ᴀ ᴄ 』 Aquarius Friendly Inventive Independent Extreme Stubborn Unpredictable

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  『 Bᴏᴅʏ 』 → Shape; she is rather 'average' but what is average? Well for starters her shoulders and hips are the same width;; is some what athletic in tone from having to run like a motherfucker either from mega-fauna of the Tangle, stealing food or from blackguard mech-units. She just tries incredibly hard to blend in and remain innocuous despite her odd eye and hair color combo. → Skin; Cool undertones; she has a very slight tan coloration to her skin naturally but leans more to a 'creamy' color with an ash tint. → Scars; Unknown. Assuming since she came from the Tangle and in to Hadestown there is a myriad of scratches and scars littering her body though it. → Piercings; Two piercings on either side on her ears with a cuff on the right side. Noticeable Traits; She has a heart shaped face, high cheek bones and a smile that is not quite perfect. (it must be her teeth or the way she holds her mouth) → Height; 5' 2" → Weight;110 lb's

  『 ᴇʏᴇs 』 → color; Much like her hair, the girl's eyes are pale and silvery (almost luminescent in appearance) 『 Hᴀɪʀ 』 → Color; 'neutral' grey/lavender color or a light silver hue, take your pick. → Texture; Indiscernible but it has a lot of volume and it is rather pleasant to run ones fingers through. → Style; Often times it is pulled up in to two 'odango' styled buns and other times it is left to it's own devices. However later on she will cut her hair pixie short due to an unfortunate incident concerning her hair and a machine. 『 Sᴄᴇɴᴛ 』 Astrid doesn't wear nor can afford to wear fancy perfumery. Usually she smells clean like an ivory bar of soap or a faint whiff of an herbal rub.

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  

  
  

  『 + Pᴏsɪᴛɪᴠᴇ 』 Progressive, Gifted, Flexible, Expressive, Gifted, Clever, Eccentric, Intelligent, Clever, Curious, Productive, Skillful, Resilient, Driven, Sincere, Attentive, Persistent, Instinctual, Quirky, Affectionate, and Dreamy

  『 - Nᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ 』 Awkward, Argumentative, Abrupt, Challenging/Confrontational, Erratic, Fidgety, Sneaky, Lonely, Messy, Chaotic, rough, Stubborn, Troublesome, Tactless and Wild.

  
  
  

  『 Sɪᴍɪʟᴀʀɪᴛɪᴇs 』
  
  ⇉ Winry Rockbell (FMA)
  ⇉ Jayne (Mentalist)
  
  
  
  

  『 Qᴜɪʀᴋs 』
  
  ⇉ Has no noticeable aversion to nudity; From others or displaying nudity herself. This has been a practice picked up with dealing with the rationing of water, lack of clean clothing and general comfort.
  
  ⇉ Kinetic - When spinning through ideas and generating plans or prints for projects Astrid will move around a lot. sometimes it is pacing, other times it is some odd looking dance with her hands always twitching, flicking and moving like the legs of a dying spider.
  
  ⇉ Is incredibly particular about how she works and has come to prefer working in Anti-Gravity; essentially Astrid can become enraptured with a project -- and in such a state she becomes irate if disturbed or distracted from completion of it.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  『 Lɪᴋᴇs 』 ⇉ Modern Technology: Even though technology can hurt you it consciously cannot do so - it cannot tell its user that they are object, make them feel lesser than they are or emotionally betray you. However technology cannot replace the warmth of human touch or the way sincere words made her feel. ⇉ ⇉ ⇉ ⇉

  『 Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs 』 ⇉ Having her personal space (a.k.a room, work bench and bathroom) invaded without her explicit ‘permission’. It is akin to her as a younger sibling trespassing a sacred space with out permission and placing their hands or eyes on every secret she is privy to.

  『 Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs 』 ⇉ Exploration ⇉ People watching from the crumbling rooftops of the Twisting Terrace -- imagining invisible little conversations and lives for them all. Before this it was laying among the thick boughs of the tangle wood, peeking at the flickering stars to the backdrop of a softly crashing sea.

  
  
  

  『 Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ & Pʀᴇғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ 』
  
  Pᴀɴsᴇxᴜᴀʟ : Dᴇᴍɪʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ
  
  

  
  
  

  

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