Faodaile
Indiana Jones 2.0

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{ @Faodaile }
"What are men to rocks and mountains?"
{ x } { x }
Age: Nineteen.
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 130 Ibs {Bound to change because of her new circumstances.}
Gender: Female.
Personality: Overly cold. She is not authoritative, but she will take lead on things when others are in a scramble. She knows what she wants and exactly how to get it.
Special Ability: Telekenesis. {A character is able to manipulate matter and move something under ten pounds for up to twenty feet with their mind. Exhaustion is common after each use, and more than three uses in one day can spur extreme exhaustion and in some cases even death. Will awaken South of the Lake by the stream.} This will have to be discovered over a length amount of time.
Appearance: A healthy weight. Rather average in every other regard. Often has a rather brooding look stuck to her face. Brown hair, brown eyes, lightly tanned skin; though that is likely to change as she spends more and more time in the outside world.
Backstory: Born in a small town in England, she still caries the accent that she was bred to have with her. Her childhood was uneventful save for her fater being deployed to Afghanistan when she was eight. During that time her mother had an affair and eventually divorced him and was remarried. She lost contact with her biological father and has not since spoken to him beyond birthday calls and halfhearted cards every once in a while. She eventually moved with her family to a small town in Georgia and had barely settled in before she was chosen as a subject.
Memento: Half of a wishbone.
Scars:
↠ A small scar under her chin.
Possessions:
↠An empty water skin.
↠ A pack of crackers.
↠ 10 feet of rope.
↠ A light jacket.
↠ A strange stone about an inch across each way that glows a bright electric blue color.
↠ Memento.
↠ 6 throwing knives.
Attire:
↠ Dull cotton tanktop, trousers, leather boots. A light jacket.
"What are men to rocks and mountains?"
{ x } { x }
Age: Nineteen.
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 130 Ibs {Bound to change because of her new circumstances.}
Gender: Female.
Personality: Overly cold. She is not authoritative, but she will take lead on things when others are in a scramble. She knows what she wants and exactly how to get it.
Special Ability: Telekenesis. {A character is able to manipulate matter and move something under ten pounds for up to twenty feet with their mind. Exhaustion is common after each use, and more than three uses in one day can spur extreme exhaustion and in some cases even death. Will awaken South of the Lake by the stream.} This will have to be discovered over a length amount of time.
Appearance: A healthy weight. Rather average in every other regard. Often has a rather brooding look stuck to her face. Brown hair, brown eyes, lightly tanned skin; though that is likely to change as she spends more and more time in the outside world.
Backstory: Born in a small town in England, she still caries the accent that she was bred to have with her. Her childhood was uneventful save for her fater being deployed to Afghanistan when she was eight. During that time her mother had an affair and eventually divorced him and was remarried. She lost contact with her biological father and has not since spoken to him beyond birthday calls and halfhearted cards every once in a while. She eventually moved with her family to a small town in Georgia and had barely settled in before she was chosen as a subject.
Memento: Half of a wishbone.
Scars:
↠ A small scar under her chin.
Possessions:
↠An empty water skin.
↠ A pack of crackers.
↠ 10 feet of rope.
↠ A light jacket.
↠ A strange stone about an inch across each way that glows a bright electric blue color.
↠ Memento.
↠ 6 throwing knives.
Attire:
↠ Dull cotton tanktop, trousers, leather boots. A light jacket.




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