Rofoes
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Personality: Irritable and passive aggressive, she's most likely to counter any attempts at conversation by lashing out defensively. It takes a lot to earn her trust, but once you do, she's loyal, protective, and maybe even a little clingy. Like any other person, she has her ups and downs; on the former, she is amiable and more willing to open up to people she doesn't know, but on the latter, she will snap angrily at anyone who comes too close, friend or not.
Likes: Indie and alternative rock, Science fiction, urban fantasy, books, and anime (not obsessively).
Dislikes: Rap (can't spell crap without it), soap operas, politics, rumors, and bad acting.
Hobbies: Reading, writing, watching movies, and listening to music.
History: Since second grade, she had been the target of savagely cruel, malicious rumors. At her lowest point, no one would even come near her, let alone talk to her, except to torment her further. As a result, she took up the habit of lashing out as everyone around her. It was actually a sound strategy, if a dehumanizing one for herself. Starved of human contact, she quickly became a bitter and resentful train wreck. Her situation brightened in high school, however, and she managed to put herself back together again... but the damage had been done.
Appearance: She is short and skinny, standing at 4'll and weighing about 96 pounds. Her long black hair contrasts sharply with her pale, almost translucent skin. Her bangs are just long enough to constantly fall in front of her stormy gray eyes, but not quite enough to be tucked behind her ears. She has a grayish violet tattoo running in a swirly design that runs from her jawline to her right eye.
Wardrobe: A typical outfit of hers would consist of her battered brown blazer, made out of lineless corduroy with faux suede elbow patches, worn over a secondhand tee shirt, with faded jeans and sneakers.
Relationships:
Objective: To write and publish a complete novel.
