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Trying my luck at this group after my hearing my friend's everyday ramble! I think I did it right? Trying for the hardest division.
edit: even longer wall of text.

Name: Rima Xephlia
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Division: Corrosive
Rank: Member
Element: Livermorium (Lv)
Tumble: [link]

Description:
Height: 160cm / 5’3
Weight: 55kg / 121lbs

Rima wears 3 layers of clothing. First, she wears a white singlet and tight shorts. Over that, she has a black dress lined with lace with a yellow tracker like belt hastened over it just under her chest. This is topped by her yellow cape with badges. For accessories, a bright pink scarf is wrapped around loosely which has 2 clips fastened on it. She wears yellow headphones which has her division’s logo on it. It is connected to an iPod which is slotted in the belt on her dress. On her hands and feet she wears tough pink gloves, one of which her tracker is attached to, and strong pink fur trimmed yellow boots. The boots are worn over bright pink thigh socks.

Powers:
=Can produce short bursts of energy to enhance any part of her body. The body part lights up with a silvery white mist.

Likes: Challenges, Loud Music, Cute and Girly items, Doughnuts
Dislikes: Books, Nerds and Geeks, Silence, Blueberries

Personality:
Bubbly: She's like a little ball of energy, usually nodding with the beat of her music or running around. She hates to stay still, it’s boring after all. She’s quite open to socialising, doing what she wants when she wants to.

Extremely Competitive: Anything to her sounds like a challenge. Someone could tell her that they liked to eat cake. To her she thinks they challenged her to an eating competition and becomes very passionate.

Childish: When things don’t go her way she resorts to violence and insults followed quickly by turning into a complete cry baby clinging onto someone for comfort. She also tends to whine a lot when she has to do something she doesn’t want to. If it’s a higher up she’ll still do it, complaining the whole way.

Determined: Once she places her mind on something she’ll do no matter what it takes to achieve it. If she falls she’ll bounce right back up. You could say she is also stubborn.

Weapon:
Rima specializes in close combat. She doesn’t look like it but she has good arm and hand strength. With her karate, boxing skills and power enhancing powers she can deliver heavy blows to her opponents. Her lean legs are quick and agile; dodging swiftly from attacks, her style of dodging is designed to use the least power as possible so she can use it for big power hits instead. Sometimes she likes to wield a big pink hammer which is quite light until she uses her power, releasing huge power on the target when hit. Her defence is her weakest point, with one precise hit her form will lower considerably. Her endurance is okay, she can’t keep at her best too long before losing breathe. But she only needs a short time to rest before she can fight at her best again.

History:
Rima was your typical young girl; she loved stuffed dolls and admired the makeup that grownups wore. She was very shy and a cry baby though. To solve this, her grandfather offered to train her in his karate dojo. At first she was very weak and didn’t try at all, she wanted to go back home to eat her mother’s sweets. One day she got hit on the face really hard by accident by another student. Rima burst into tears, sobbing endlessly. The student apologized immediately; giving her a pat on the head and the other students did they could to stop her from bawling.

“Are you all right little girl?”
“Don’t cry, here have some candy!”

Still sobbing she accepted the candy and sat in a corner wishing to go home. Her grandfather approached her and frowned, taking away the candy she was eating, hugging her special bunny toy.

“What are you doing grand pa! That’s mine you can’t just take it away from me!”

He then proceeded to take away her toy away from her.

“H-Hey! D-don’t do that! S-stop it! Why are you so mean to me! I didn’t do anything wrong!””

She cried and bawled, clinging on the edge of his shirt.

“Then take it back from me. Child, this world is more ruthless than you think, not everyone will pity you when you fall. People especially target little weaklings like you, taking your precious things from you; such a pitiful child. You can’t even take back your precious things; do they not mean anything to you?”

“…I’m n-not weak! G-give it back!”
Wiping her tears, she punched his legs weakly. Her grand pa smirked and continued taunting her.

“Weak, pitiful, naïve, fool, idiot…”
And by using this strategy she got stronger and stronger. When she reached teenage hood she was training with by herself, pushing herself harder than before when a streak of silver white surrounded her hand as she punched, destroying the sandbag completely. Running to her grand pa, he told her of the element that ran through their veins. She readily accepted the element.

“The world isn’t going to crush me; it is I who will crush it.”

Miscellaneous:
=Allergic to blueberries.
=Loves to cook but absolutely sucks, don’t tell her that though or she’ll punch you.
=Her academic levels were very poor. She can’t read that well which is why she hates books and nerds (she’s jealous).
=Has a 10th dan black belt in karate. Has a good number of years’ experience in boxing. She used to be a gymnast but got kicked out after she punched one of the other team's coach at a competition because he was staring at her teammate wierdly.
=Enjoys painting her nails bright colours. If you ruin them, you're in big trouble.
=Respects/Scared of the people with higher ranks then hers. This could have stemed from the ranking in dojos. Or it's just because if they cut her wage she wouldn't be able to have sweet fest fridays.
=Tends to shout rather than speak. She can't hear well from the music blasting from her headphones. The headphones can also serve as ear plugs.

Description

Trying my luck at this group after my hearing my friend's everyday ramble! I think I did it right? Trying for the hardest division.
edit: even longer wall of text.

Name: Rima Xephlia
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Division: Corrosive
Rank: Member
Element: Livermorium (Lv)
Tumble: [link]

Description:
Height: 160cm / 5’3
Weight: 55kg / 121lbs

Rima wears 3 layers of clothing. First, she wears a white singlet and tight shorts. Over that, she has a black dress lined with lace with a yellow tracker like belt hastened over it just under her chest. This is topped by her yellow cape with badges. For accessories, a bright pink scarf is wrapped around loosely which has 2 clips fastened on it. She wears yellow headphones which has her division’s logo on it. It is connected to an iPod which is slotted in the belt on her dress. On her hands and feet she wears tough pink gloves, one of which her tracker is attached to, and strong pink fur trimmed yellow boots. The boots are worn over bright pink thigh socks.

Powers:
=Can produce short bursts of energy to enhance any part of her body. The body part lights up with a silvery white mist.

Likes: Challenges, Loud Music, Cute and Girly items, Doughnuts
Dislikes: Books, Nerds and Geeks, Silence, Blueberries

Personality:
Bubbly: She's like a little ball of energy, usually nodding with the beat of her music or running around. She hates to stay still, it’s boring after all. She’s quite open to socialising, doing what she wants when she wants to.

Extremely Competitive: Anything to her sounds like a challenge. Someone could tell her that they liked to eat cake. To her she thinks they challenged her to an eating competition and becomes very passionate.

Childish: When things don’t go her way she resorts to violence and insults followed quickly by turning into a complete cry baby clinging onto someone for comfort. She also tends to whine a lot when she has to do something she doesn’t want to. If it’s a higher up she’ll still do it, complaining the whole way.

Determined: Once she places her mind on something she’ll do no matter what it takes to achieve it. If she falls she’ll bounce right back up. You could say she is also stubborn.

Weapon:
Rima specializes in close combat. She doesn’t look like it but she has good arm and hand strength. With her karate, boxing skills and power enhancing powers she can deliver heavy blows to her opponents. Her lean legs are quick and agile; dodging swiftly from attacks, her style of dodging is designed to use the least power as possible so she can use it for big power hits instead. Sometimes she likes to wield a big pink hammer which is quite light until she uses her power, releasing huge power on the target when hit. Her defence is her weakest point, with one precise hit her form will lower considerably. Her endurance is okay, she can’t keep at her best too long before losing breathe. But she only needs a short time to rest before she can fight at her best again.

History:
Rima was your typical young girl; she loved stuffed dolls and admired the makeup that grownups wore. She was very shy and a cry baby though. To solve this, her grandfather offered to train her in his karate dojo. At first she was very weak and didn’t try at all, she wanted to go back home to eat her mother’s sweets. One day she got hit on the face really hard by accident by another student. Rima burst into tears, sobbing endlessly. The student apologized immediately; giving her a pat on the head and the other students did they could to stop her from bawling.

“Are you all right little girl?”
“Don’t cry, here have some candy!”

Still sobbing she accepted the candy and sat in a corner wishing to go home. Her grandfather approached her and frowned, taking away the candy she was eating, hugging her special bunny toy.

“What are you doing grand pa! That’s mine you can’t just take it away from me!”

He then proceeded to take away her toy away from her.

“H-Hey! D-don’t do that! S-stop it! Why are you so mean to me! I didn’t do anything wrong!””

She cried and bawled, clinging on the edge of his shirt.

“Then take it back from me. Child, this world is more ruthless than you think, not everyone will pity you when you fall. People especially target little weaklings like you, taking your precious things from you; such a pitiful child. You can’t even take back your precious things; do they not mean anything to you?”

“…I’m n-not weak! G-give it back!”
Wiping her tears, she punched his legs weakly. Her grand pa smirked and continued taunting her.

“Weak, pitiful, naïve, fool, idiot…”
And by using this strategy she got stronger and stronger. When she reached teenage hood she was training with by herself, pushing herself harder than before when a streak of silver white surrounded her hand as she punched, destroying the sandbag completely. Running to her grand pa, he told her of the element that ran through their veins. She readily accepted the element.

“The world isn’t going to crush me; it is I who will crush it.”

Miscellaneous:
=Allergic to blueberries.
=Loves to cook but absolutely sucks, don’t tell her that though or she’ll punch you.
=Her academic levels were very poor. She can’t read that well which is why she hates books and nerds (she’s jealous).
=Has a 10th dan black belt in karate. Has a good number of years’ experience in boxing. She used to be a gymnast but got kicked out after she punched one of the other team's coach at a competition because he was staring at her teammate wierdly.
=Enjoys painting her nails bright colours. If you ruin them, you're in big trouble.
=Respects/Scared of the people with higher ranks then hers. This could have stemed from the ranking in dojos. Or it's just because if they cut her wage she wouldn't be able to have sweet fest fridays.
=Tends to shout rather than speak. She can't hear well from the music blasting from her headphones. The headphones can also serve as ear plugs.