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This'll be nice female practice =u=d...that's my excuse.

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Name : Tea (Tei-Ah) Garde
Year : Senior
Status : Approved

Age : 17
Height : 5'9
Nationality : Norwegian

Quote : What a funny story~

Weapon of choice : Trench Knives.
They are knives with brass knuckles as the handles

Personality :
Tea is rather silent and composed, mostly keeping to herself and her books. That doesn't mean she's anti-social, but she never was able to communicate with other people well.

Knowing very little about caring for other peoples' feelings, Tea tends to speak her mind or poke her nose into things too much and too often. At the same time, if you bore her she will turn to another more interesting subject within the second.

Tea doesn't seem to bear any strong feelings towards anyone, but leans on being at least polite in her physical language to those she meets. She always has a polite smile on her face unless crossed or startled...or when she finds something funny.

Tea has a sick humor - there is no particular reasoning for it, but she finds gore and blood very very funny and tends to float closer to people who have a higher tendency to give her a live action show of a good beating. She doesn't hurt live beings herself but loves to hear stories of other peoples' misfortunes.

Background History :
"What are you doing awake?!"

What did he expect? The man was making such a ruckus downstairs...of course she woke up. Little Tea looked up at her father, a butcher for the town they lived in. The man was covered in blood...and two bodies lay on the floor in front of him.

"Daddy?" Tea looked, shocked, at the corpses. They were chopped up, but eventually the little girl realized that it was the remains of her mother and a friend of hers who always seemed to come over when dad was gone.

The man didn't wait a moment before washing his hands and face of the blood and picking up Tea who was still in her flowery pajamas and clutching to her teddy bear ith a death grip. Before she knew it, they were in the family truck, driving away from the house she had started her life in.

Dad was always telling her funny stories...doing things to make her laugh. The man that Mother was seeing always made Dad sad. Now he's gone and Mother won't be able to make Dad sad anymore either.

The thought made her happy...and in the young girls' mind, the gore and blood came to associate itself with all the other things her dear father did. So she laughed. Laughed at the demise of her mother and her boyfriend...and anything else that met the same unfortunate fate.

Eventually, her father managed to smuggle themselves to Russia, but because of hard police pursuit, he gave up the girl for adoption as soon as they arrived in Moscow. Tea became deadly quiet throughout their trip, but he didn't have time to wonder why. His little girl was safe...and she'd grow up in a decent environment. At least...better than anything he could provide.

Little did he know when he left, his daughter would not only forget anything that happened, but he would forever be remembered as 'that stranger with a truck'. The only thing that little Tea kept from her past was the sick humor she managed to develop.

Tea grew up in an orphanage in Russia with no real idea who she was except her nationality. It wasn't like her parents were missing - she just never felt the need to know. The orphanage was good to her. She didn't mind the lack of the latest toys and clothing, being satisfied with the many unwanted books that were donated to the facility every year.

She loved reading and despite the lackluster education provided at the orphanage, through self-study and being unnaturally smart, she excelled in most academic subjects, especially biology all with minimal instruction.

The blood was amusing to her. The way the circulatory system worked made her curious and at any chance of dissection projects she relished, holding back giggles as she cut apart her subjects. This disturbed her caretakers eventually who thought her sense of humor to be rather morbid. Sending her to normal school still made them responsible for the girl...but military school? They'd be free of the little creepy nerd.

Tea welcomed the new challenge - the other kids were never quite fast enough to beat her at sports. Anything that may require strength to win, she'd find a way around her lack of physical strength and win with tactics and speed.

Belaya Rosa would help hone her skills, combined with her seemingly lack of fear of anything that would usually make a normal person squeamish.

Likes :
- Gore
- Books
- People who like beating other people up
- People who have 'funny' stories to tell

Dislikes :
- People who are loud (because it distracts her from her reading)
- Being told she's wrong

RP Sample :

Situation:
You are inside your classroom, listening to your boring teacher talk about formulas like any other day, when suddenly, the door was torn down. Two zombies tackled your teacher and started 'eating' him. Some of your classmates are in a state of panic while the others are laughing, thinking that it was a prank. What will your reaction be?

Tea wasn't exactly bored despite the teacher's droning voice. To her, it was perfect, the calming tone and the steady pace was great for taking notes and remembering the topic. At first, the door being torn annoyed her as it shocked her out of her trance-like state of note-taking, not to mention the loud noise that attacked her ear-drums. The white haired girl covered her ears at first impulse before she realized what was going on. Blood? Screaming? The teacher she had admired a moment ago was being eaten by zombies. The gore was too realistic - this was definitely real.

She knew what she had to do logically of course - everyone who watched zombie movies or read books about them knew that the only sure way to destroy them was to sever the head or smash their skulls in. Tea looked around the room and reached back for a meter stick that was sitting against the back wall, all while giggling to herself.

As sad as Tea was about the teacher that was dying, she found the situation too funny - that and she was imagining how she was going to shove the meter stick through the skulls of those zombies as revenge for killing her source of knowledge.

Extras :
- She is an albino. Her hair has a small tint of brown and her eyes are purple-ish because of a bit of blue pigment.
- Knows many European languages

Description
For

This'll be nice female practice =u=d...that's my excuse.

-----

Name : Tea (Tei-Ah) Garde
Year : Senior
Status : Approved

Age : 17
Height : 5'9
Nationality : Norwegian

Quote : What a funny story~

Weapon of choice : Trench Knives.
They are knives with brass knuckles as the handles

Personality :
Tea is rather silent and composed, mostly keeping to herself and her books. That doesn't mean she's anti-social, but she never was able to communicate with other people well.

Knowing very little about caring for other peoples' feelings, Tea tends to speak her mind or poke her nose into things too much and too often. At the same time, if you bore her she will turn to another more interesting subject within the second.

Tea doesn't seem to bear any strong feelings towards anyone, but leans on being at least polite in her physical language to those she meets. She always has a polite smile on her face unless crossed or startled...or when she finds something funny.

Tea has a sick humor - there is no particular reasoning for it, but she finds gore and blood very very funny and tends to float closer to people who have a higher tendency to give her a live action show of a good beating. She doesn't hurt live beings herself but loves to hear stories of other peoples' misfortunes.

Background History :
"What are you doing awake?!"

What did he expect? The man was making such a ruckus downstairs...of course she woke up. Little Tea looked up at her father, a butcher for the town they lived in. The man was covered in blood...and two bodies lay on the floor in front of him.

"Daddy?" Tea looked, shocked, at the corpses. They were chopped up, but eventually the little girl realized that it was the remains of her mother and a friend of hers who always seemed to come over when dad was gone.

The man didn't wait a moment before washing his hands and face of the blood and picking up Tea who was still in her flowery pajamas and clutching to her teddy bear ith a death grip. Before she knew it, they were in the family truck, driving away from the house she had started her life in.

Dad was always telling her funny stories...doing things to make her laugh. The man that Mother was seeing always made Dad sad. Now he's gone and Mother won't be able to make Dad sad anymore either.

The thought made her happy...and in the young girls' mind, the gore and blood came to associate itself with all the other things her dear father did. So she laughed. Laughed at the demise of her mother and her boyfriend...and anything else that met the same unfortunate fate.

Eventually, her father managed to smuggle themselves to Russia, but because of hard police pursuit, he gave up the girl for adoption as soon as they arrived in Moscow. Tea became deadly quiet throughout their trip, but he didn't have time to wonder why. His little girl was safe...and she'd grow up in a decent environment. At least...better than anything he could provide.

Little did he know when he left, his daughter would not only forget anything that happened, but he would forever be remembered as 'that stranger with a truck'. The only thing that little Tea kept from her past was the sick humor she managed to develop.

Tea grew up in an orphanage in Russia with no real idea who she was except her nationality. It wasn't like her parents were missing - she just never felt the need to know. The orphanage was good to her. She didn't mind the lack of the latest toys and clothing, being satisfied with the many unwanted books that were donated to the facility every year.

She loved reading and despite the lackluster education provided at the orphanage, through self-study and being unnaturally smart, she excelled in most academic subjects, especially biology all with minimal instruction.

The blood was amusing to her. The way the circulatory system worked made her curious and at any chance of dissection projects she relished, holding back giggles as she cut apart her subjects. This disturbed her caretakers eventually who thought her sense of humor to be rather morbid. Sending her to normal school still made them responsible for the girl...but military school? They'd be free of the little creepy nerd.

Tea welcomed the new challenge - the other kids were never quite fast enough to beat her at sports. Anything that may require strength to win, she'd find a way around her lack of physical strength and win with tactics and speed.

Belaya Rosa would help hone her skills, combined with her seemingly lack of fear of anything that would usually make a normal person squeamish.

Likes :
- Gore
- Books
- People who like beating other people up
- People who have 'funny' stories to tell

Dislikes :
- People who are loud (because it distracts her from her reading)
- Being told she's wrong

RP Sample :

Situation:
You are inside your classroom, listening to your boring teacher talk about formulas like any other day, when suddenly, the door was torn down. Two zombies tackled your teacher and started 'eating' him. Some of your classmates are in a state of panic while the others are laughing, thinking that it was a prank. What will your reaction be?

Tea wasn't exactly bored despite the teacher's droning voice. To her, it was perfect, the calming tone and the steady pace was great for taking notes and remembering the topic. At first, the door being torn annoyed her as it shocked her out of her trance-like state of note-taking, not to mention the loud noise that attacked her ear-drums. The white haired girl covered her ears at first impulse before she realized what was going on. Blood? Screaming? The teacher she had admired a moment ago was being eaten by zombies. The gore was too realistic - this was definitely real.

She knew what she had to do logically of course - everyone who watched zombie movies or read books about them knew that the only sure way to destroy them was to sever the head or smash their skulls in. Tea looked around the room and reached back for a meter stick that was sitting against the back wall, all while giggling to herself.

As sad as Tea was about the teacher that was dying, she found the situation too funny - that and she was imagining how she was going to shove the meter stick through the skulls of those zombies as revenge for killing her source of knowledge.

Extras :
- She is an albino. Her hair has a small tint of brown and her eyes are purple-ish because of a bit of blue pigment.
- Knows many European languages