Post by Nadia Leonhard on Mar 27, 2014 16:36:46 GMT -6
Nadia Leonhard
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Orientation: Pansexual
Profession: Merchant (Established)
Occupation: Brewery/Winery Owner - Makes and sells beer made from kikaso and wine made from poiups
Appearance: Nadia is, in a word, small. She stands at one hundred and fifty-three centimeters (just barely over five feet) and barely seems to have a shred of flesh on her slender frame. While she carries a healthy, peach tone to her skin, which darkens with a distinct tan during the summer months, she appears downright undernourished, her shoulder and hips narrow, limbs thin with bony joints, and barely any sign of a bust or other curves.
Her face is narrow with sharp features made all the more severe by her thinness, along with naturally downward-sloping brows and a downward-turned mouth with thin lips that make it seem like she's constantly scowling at everything unless she makes a conscious effort to smile. And even when she does smile, it generally seems more devious or psychotic than friendly. Her eyes are of a warm, honey-brown shade, and her hair, cropped short to her chin, is a dull straw-like shade of blonde.
Nadia's torso and abdomen are host to number of burn scars and claw marks, the remnants of incident in her adolescence, which she usually makes an effort to hide beneath her clothing.
Everyday Clothes: Nadia's clothes are generally a size or so too big and come in dull tan or grey tones with little in the way of colour or variety. She always wears a jet black belt with a simple, silvery buckle, purely out of practically rather than for decoration, and thick leather boots to protect her feet and lower legs, also simple and unadorned.
That's not to say she doesn't have anything that's decorative. When she ventures outside, Nadia often wears a thin, silk bandana of a very vibrant shade of red tied around her neck. If questioned, she'd be more likely to claim it's useful as a makeshift bandage in a pinch, especially since blood shows less on red fabric, than to admit that she mostly wears it because red is her favourite colour.
Formal Garbs: None.
Pack: A simple, tan-coloured shoulder bag.
Personality: Some people just don't like other people. Nadia is one of them.
She is not an actively malicious person, nor is she by any means amoral, but, in her humble opinion regarding the rest of society, people tend to suck and she'd rather not deal with them. Her demeanor is blunt, abrasive, snappish and, should you catch her in a comparatively good mood, incredibly crude and snarky. She can also be morbid to a very unsettling degree, often accompanying comments along such lines with a flashing of teeth that resembles a murderous grin. She couldn't care less if anyone likes her, and has no patience for those who pretend that they do.
Nadia rarely seems perfectly relaxed. There's always tension in her posture, like a coiled spring. Sudden words and movements have been known to make her jerk away from the source, especially if they are an attempt to address or, Arceus forbid, make physical contact with her. She always keeps a level of physical distance that she doesn't even bother to try to dress up as being respectful to the other party, due to having a very strong desire to never be touched or otherwise have her perception of her personal space be invaded. Ever. Make actual contact with her, and there's no guarantee she won't instinctively smack your hand away with an angry snarl of 'don't touch me.'
One big trait of Nadia's is her pride, and the ability to get under her skin through it. While she doesn't care if she is liked, insults still anger her, but only when she considers them untrue. Yes, she is exceedingly unfriendly and unpleasant to be around, and telling her so is not likely to ruffle feathers by much. Calling her unattractive is also unlikely to make her do more than blink. Calling her weak, foolish, or otherwise unable to do something when she hasn't been given a chance to try, however, is a good way to end up cussed out, shortly before an attempt to prove you wrong. She takes her business, and her new foray into pokemon training, particularly seriously. An insult to either is an insult to her.
However, while Nadia doesn't like much of anyone, earning her respect is not so much of a monumental task. As she takes pride in what she does, anyone who does what they do well will be looked at favourably, regardless of how simple or complicated it is. That doesn't necessarily make her any less abrasive, but it will generally keep her from outright losing her temper at someone. She also respects honesty, even to the point of blunt, brutal honesty. Someone with the nerve to say what will irritate her is always a better person than those who offer false smiles.
But, yes, there is indeed a soft centre under this misanthropic shell. It's just really, really hard to reach, and the second someone thinks they've seen it, she tends to give them an eyeful of said shell again. Some people really do manage to endear themselves to her, but she usually snaps, snarls, snarks, and otherwise behaves in her usual manner with them, with the difference that she actually seeks out their company instead of going out of her way to avoid it. They may even get away with physical contact. In small doses. As long as she's not surprised by it. She may even tell them she likes them--or at least that she doesn't hate them--but that doesn't mean she won't still cuss at them when they tick her off.
Pretty much the only people who will see her finally drop the barriers entirely are people who seem to be actually, genuinely innocent and sweet with no ulterior motive, especially if they happen to also be children. Not to say that she's all that affectionate, because she isn't, but it may be one of the few times she'll take care to censor her thoughts before they exit her mouth, and she'll take a friendlier tone. Maybe even manage to smile in a way that doesn't make her look like she wants to kill someone. It can sometimes take her time to realize that someone really doesn't have an ulterior motive, though, because she assumes most do.
With a profession that involves alcohol, and a love of consuming it that she admits to, one could also assume that she also lets down her barriers when tipsy or drunk. This is true...in a way, but not in the way most would think. While not an angry drunk, exactly, her self-control is generally the first thing to go, which means what little control over her tongue, and the impulse to react with her fists rather her words, she has happily flies out of the window. If she has something nice to say, that also has a higher chance of being uttered, too, but that depends on her actually having something nice to say in the first place.
And Arceus save you if you have to deal with her with a hangover. It's better to just run, really.
Likes: Alcoholic beverages (both making them and drinking them), stargazing, fresh air and open environments, being alone or with people she trusts, the colour red
Dislikes: Hangovers, early mornings (because that's when she tends to have hangovers), fire pokemon, being confined, uninvited physical contact, people who feign friendliness toward her, people in general for the most part, being told she can't do something, exceedingly warm weather or harsh sunlight.
Backstory:
Someone who looked at Nadia's life would be hard-pressed to find some kind of reason for her misanthropic behaviour. After all, she was born during the baby boom that occurred after the portal opened, away from the dying old world and its troubles, in a place where people were coming together to build a better society, rather than starving and fighting each other to the death over scraps of food. No one has abandoned her to fend for herself or drafted her into warfare. She has never been lacking for something to eat, despite her appearance to the contrary. Never has another human being turned around and sunk a knife into her back.
People have gone through much worse and forgiven much more readily. Why in all of Mi-aro would she, of the new generation, untouched by the horrors, seem to have such a grudge against her own kind? Well, perhaps that attitude in and of itself is the problem, but that's getting ahead of things a bit.
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Orientation: Pansexual
Profession: Merchant (Established)
Occupation: Brewery/Winery Owner - Makes and sells beer made from kikaso and wine made from poiups
Appearance: Nadia is, in a word, small. She stands at one hundred and fifty-three centimeters (just barely over five feet) and barely seems to have a shred of flesh on her slender frame. While she carries a healthy, peach tone to her skin, which darkens with a distinct tan during the summer months, she appears downright undernourished, her shoulder and hips narrow, limbs thin with bony joints, and barely any sign of a bust or other curves.
Her face is narrow with sharp features made all the more severe by her thinness, along with naturally downward-sloping brows and a downward-turned mouth with thin lips that make it seem like she's constantly scowling at everything unless she makes a conscious effort to smile. And even when she does smile, it generally seems more devious or psychotic than friendly. Her eyes are of a warm, honey-brown shade, and her hair, cropped short to her chin, is a dull straw-like shade of blonde.
Nadia's torso and abdomen are host to number of burn scars and claw marks, the remnants of incident in her adolescence, which she usually makes an effort to hide beneath her clothing.
Everyday Clothes: Nadia's clothes are generally a size or so too big and come in dull tan or grey tones with little in the way of colour or variety. She always wears a jet black belt with a simple, silvery buckle, purely out of practically rather than for decoration, and thick leather boots to protect her feet and lower legs, also simple and unadorned.
That's not to say she doesn't have anything that's decorative. When she ventures outside, Nadia often wears a thin, silk bandana of a very vibrant shade of red tied around her neck. If questioned, she'd be more likely to claim it's useful as a makeshift bandage in a pinch, especially since blood shows less on red fabric, than to admit that she mostly wears it because red is her favourite colour.
Formal Garbs: None.
Pack: A simple, tan-coloured shoulder bag.
Personality: Some people just don't like other people. Nadia is one of them.
She is not an actively malicious person, nor is she by any means amoral, but, in her humble opinion regarding the rest of society, people tend to suck and she'd rather not deal with them. Her demeanor is blunt, abrasive, snappish and, should you catch her in a comparatively good mood, incredibly crude and snarky. She can also be morbid to a very unsettling degree, often accompanying comments along such lines with a flashing of teeth that resembles a murderous grin. She couldn't care less if anyone likes her, and has no patience for those who pretend that they do.
Nadia rarely seems perfectly relaxed. There's always tension in her posture, like a coiled spring. Sudden words and movements have been known to make her jerk away from the source, especially if they are an attempt to address or, Arceus forbid, make physical contact with her. She always keeps a level of physical distance that she doesn't even bother to try to dress up as being respectful to the other party, due to having a very strong desire to never be touched or otherwise have her perception of her personal space be invaded. Ever. Make actual contact with her, and there's no guarantee she won't instinctively smack your hand away with an angry snarl of 'don't touch me.'
One big trait of Nadia's is her pride, and the ability to get under her skin through it. While she doesn't care if she is liked, insults still anger her, but only when she considers them untrue. Yes, she is exceedingly unfriendly and unpleasant to be around, and telling her so is not likely to ruffle feathers by much. Calling her unattractive is also unlikely to make her do more than blink. Calling her weak, foolish, or otherwise unable to do something when she hasn't been given a chance to try, however, is a good way to end up cussed out, shortly before an attempt to prove you wrong. She takes her business, and her new foray into pokemon training, particularly seriously. An insult to either is an insult to her.
However, while Nadia doesn't like much of anyone, earning her respect is not so much of a monumental task. As she takes pride in what she does, anyone who does what they do well will be looked at favourably, regardless of how simple or complicated it is. That doesn't necessarily make her any less abrasive, but it will generally keep her from outright losing her temper at someone. She also respects honesty, even to the point of blunt, brutal honesty. Someone with the nerve to say what will irritate her is always a better person than those who offer false smiles.
But, yes, there is indeed a soft centre under this misanthropic shell. It's just really, really hard to reach, and the second someone thinks they've seen it, she tends to give them an eyeful of said shell again. Some people really do manage to endear themselves to her, but she usually snaps, snarls, snarks, and otherwise behaves in her usual manner with them, with the difference that she actually seeks out their company instead of going out of her way to avoid it. They may even get away with physical contact. In small doses. As long as she's not surprised by it. She may even tell them she likes them--or at least that she doesn't hate them--but that doesn't mean she won't still cuss at them when they tick her off.
Pretty much the only people who will see her finally drop the barriers entirely are people who seem to be actually, genuinely innocent and sweet with no ulterior motive, especially if they happen to also be children. Not to say that she's all that affectionate, because she isn't, but it may be one of the few times she'll take care to censor her thoughts before they exit her mouth, and she'll take a friendlier tone. Maybe even manage to smile in a way that doesn't make her look like she wants to kill someone. It can sometimes take her time to realize that someone really doesn't have an ulterior motive, though, because she assumes most do.
With a profession that involves alcohol, and a love of consuming it that she admits to, one could also assume that she also lets down her barriers when tipsy or drunk. This is true...in a way, but not in the way most would think. While not an angry drunk, exactly, her self-control is generally the first thing to go, which means what little control over her tongue, and the impulse to react with her fists rather her words, she has happily flies out of the window. If she has something nice to say, that also has a higher chance of being uttered, too, but that depends on her actually having something nice to say in the first place.
And Arceus save you if you have to deal with her with a hangover. It's better to just run, really.
Likes: Alcoholic beverages (both making them and drinking them), stargazing, fresh air and open environments, being alone or with people she trusts, the colour red
Dislikes: Hangovers, early mornings (because that's when she tends to have hangovers), fire pokemon, being confined, uninvited physical contact, people who feign friendliness toward her, people in general for the most part, being told she can't do something, exceedingly warm weather or harsh sunlight.
Backstory:
Someone who looked at Nadia's life would be hard-pressed to find some kind of reason for her misanthropic behaviour. After all, she was born during the baby boom that occurred after the portal opened, away from the dying old world and its troubles, in a place where people were coming together to build a better society, rather than starving and fighting each other to the death over scraps of food. No one has abandoned her to fend for herself or drafted her into warfare. She has never been lacking for something to eat, despite her appearance to the contrary. Never has another human being turned around and sunk a knife into her back.
People have gone through much worse and forgiven much more readily. Why in all of Mi-aro would she, of the new generation, untouched by the horrors, seem to have such a grudge against her own kind? Well, perhaps that attitude in and of itself is the problem, but that's getting ahead of things a bit.