MARINE :: Cheria

[Cheria]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 508px; height: 740px; background-image:url('http://i.imgur.com/xvJao.png');] CHERIA 19 || FEMALE || HUMAN || MARINE IDENTIFICATION Full Name: Cheria Aliases: Cherry, Meichō [Songbird] Sexuality: Heterosexual Date of Birth: 19th/July Crew: Seventh Division Alignment: Neutral Good Zodiac Sign: Cancer PERSONALITY POSITIVE TRAITS: attentive kind optimistic passionate reliable strong-willed NEGATIVE TRAITS: curious impatient playful reckless soft-hearted somewhat gullible LIKES: adventures cooking games inventing nicknames music singing the sky DISLIKES: arrogance cruelty discrimination snakes solitude sour flavors unnecessary violence APPEARANCE Image Link: Cheria Height: 5'5" Weight: 112 lbs Hair Color: White Eye Color: Purple Attire: Cheria's frame is neither the tallest nor the shortest; for people like her of ordinary height, she stands nearly to five feet, five inches. Gazing at her one might not expect the flaxen topped female to be a defender of justice due to her slim physique, which resembles that of your average girl with a weight of 112 lbs. While it is rather difficult to imagine that her body harbors steel abs or bulky muscles in general, it is nevertheless well-trained and highly agile, still granting her the strength necessary to wield weapons such as swords. The Marine's most flamboyant feature is her smooth, ashen colored hair, which trails like a mesmerizingly ivory river that runs down her back until it stops at her waist , while her bangs usually curtain over her forehead, reaching down beyond her eyebrows. Even though having quite the long mane, the young Marine doesn't consider it a bother and therefore grants her well-tended hair to freely bop in the breeze. Her fair skin, which further amplifies her already bright appearance, could be called flawless, if it wasn't for a thin scar stretching across her right cheek, blemishing her otherwise innocent face. The young woman's brilliant spheres carry a shade of amethyst; being the mirrors of her very soul the pure orbs reflect the passion and determination dwelling within the depths of her chest. Despite being often exposed to the gentle rays of the sun, the light-haired girl's skin remained unaffected by the sunlight's influence, keeping its fair tone. As a proud member of the Marine, Cheria mostly wears clothes depicting the organization's logo, even during her free time. Her attire of choice therefore consists of an innocently white, short-sleeved top, whose back is adorned by an indigo print depicting the emblem uniting those that swore to fight for justice. Her well shaped legs are covered by a combination of a raven colored mini-skirt and elegant, high-heeled overknee boots, whose alabaster color is contrasted by pitch-black bootlaces stretching all the way from her ankle to her her thighs. Being on duty, the navigator can usually be seen wearing an azure dyed Marine coat over her top. When it comes to accessories Cherry doesn't really conform to the cliché of a typical girl as she dislikes decorating her body with jewelry, such as necklaces and bracelets. Despising the thought of further blemishing her body with tattoos she, however, got her right ear pierced not less than five times, while her left ear only carries a single earring. Abnormalities: A thin scar stretches across the ashen topped girl's right cheek. Its position making it a rather flamboyant feature. BACKGROUND Beriru, a village located on a small island within the depths of the North Blue, was the name of the place Cheria once called home. Being born into a somewhat wealthy family and blessed with loving parents, life back then resembled a wonderful dream. Even though her parents possessed more than most of the other villagers they never looked down upon anyone and instead were an inherent part of the small village's community. The ashen topped child had lots of friends that turned the daily grind into a sequence of adventures. Years passed and the girl kept enjoying the blessing of a carefree and sheltered childhood, unaware that tragedy awaited her. The fateful day started just like any other. The sky carried a beautiful shade of azure and the young Cheria was urging to further explore the system of caves the children had discovered near the cliffs only a few days before. Prepared with lanterns and snacks that served as supplies, the children gathered at the town square before heading towards the island's other side; a journey that didn't take more than about an hour due to the isle's small size. Arriving at the cave they immediately began their exploration, driven by curiosity and the imagination of massive vaults, secret passages and hidden treasuries. Inside these dim corridors, whose lithic walls were only revealed by the youngsters' lanterns , time became a magnitude that didn't matter. Cheria and the others had no idea how long they had already been inside the maze of tunnels; but given the fact that they already had taken a few breaks in between, they were sure that several hours had already passed. Luckily they had taken a few rolls of yarn with them in order to make sure to be capable of once again finding the way out. It wasn't the cave's end or a sparkling treasure that caused them to end their journey, but a roaring and terrifying rumbling that sent shivers down their spine. Not knowing what was going on and scared they made their way back to the exit as quickly as their small feet could carry them. The threatening, irregular sound grew louder with each step they took towards the exit, causing the ground beneath their feet to tremble as if it was as afraid as the innocent children. Rushing back as if the devil himself was chasing after him the children one by one reached the exit. Cheria, the youngest of the group, lacked the stamina as well as strength and had fallen behind without her friends noticing. The roaring riot filling the air, however, prevented the weakened girl's voice from reaching the ears of her friends. The snowy haired female was panting heavily, barely able to set one foot in front of the other as she finally got out of the massive structure. Trying to make her way back home the young child tripped, exhaustion preventing her from keeping herself upon her feet. Sinking to the ground and afraid of falling down the cliff, the girl instinctively threw herself against the massive wall, causing her right cheek to graze the edged rock before then hitting her head and passing out. Awakened by the rhythmic sound of waves pushing themselves against the massive rocks below, Cheria slowly tried to get upon her feet. Her head ached, her cheek hurt and her vision was somewhat blurry; unable to tell how much time had past since she had escaped the depths of the tunnels, the youngster dragged her body back home, longing to be held and pampered by her parents. Approaching the village after a walk that to her felt like an almost endless journey. Reaching the town's border, however, she wasn't greeted by the familiar noises of working people, but instead pitch-black wads of smoke ascending from destroyed buildings and beclouding the azure dyed canopy above. Her amethyst spheres widened in terror as she found her beloved home replaced with a field of smoking ruins. Tears forced their way out of her weary orbs as she walked across her devastated home. The remains of the town lay silent and without the slightest trace of life. Everyone was gone and Cheria had no idea what had happened. The sight was too much for her to comprehend and once again caused her to lose consciousness. Days passed and the poor girl kept roaming the remnants of her home in search of a familiar face. At first she was able to find a few fruits and other edibles that were scattered inside the ruins of what once had been houses, but the supplies soon ran out as time went by. About a week had passed since her paradisiac dream had turned into a nightmare and the hungry girl once again kept roaming the rubble for something capable of filling the steadily growing hole inside her stomach. She had just arrived at the market square, when she heard noises nearby. Not having heard the voice of another human being for several days, she startled heavily. After hesitating for a moment or two the young child then turned around, dashing towards the voices as fast as her weak legs could carry her. Making her way across the ruins she was suddenly greeted by a bunch of Marines that apparently searched the place for survivors. They immediately took Cheria in, giving her some proper food and taking care of her wounds as well as her tarnished mind. Having been saved by these defenders of justice and having no place to return to, the innocent child decided to stay with them. Years passed and the young child kept training hard in order to be capable of protecting people in need, just like the Marines had protected her. During her training she also discovered her talent and passion for cooking. Having been with the Marines for more than eight years now, the snowy haired girl managed to become the direct subordinate of an admiral, considering her comrades her family. ADDITIONAL INFO PERSONAL DRIVE: Cheria is driven by gratitude and the wish to protect the innocent. SCENT: Spending so much time working with all kind of flavors and spices Cheria usually carries an agreeable scent reminding of a somewhat exotic, yet delicious meal. FAVORITE FOOD AND DRINK: Not being a big drinker the ivory topped girl usually prefers tea, juices and even water over alcoholic drinks, her favorite drink being black tea. When it comes to food she lacks a fondness for a certain meal and likes salad, fish and meat alike, as long as the meal doesn't carry a sour flavor and can generally be considered edible. LAUGH STYLE: "Kufufu" OOC NAME: FACE CLAIM:

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[Cheria]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 508px; height: 740px; background-image:url('http://i.imgur.com/xvJao.png');] CHERIA ABILITIES AND INVENTORY INVENTORY Weapons Samidare [Early Summer Rain] A long katana whose pitch-black hilt is wrapped into simple, azure dyed cloth. Its scabbard carries a shade of indigo, lacking any marks eye-catching decorations. The weapon's guard got a round shape, depicting a crane with unfolded wings. The weapon basically is a somewhat individualized version of the common katana handed out amongst the ranks of the marines. The item's most flamboyant feature is a white talisman, whose string is attached to the weapon's hilt. Cherry just gave her weapon a random name that she considered adequate. Bitamin Chūsha [Vitamin Injection] Also known as 'Cherry Special', this previously prepared drink - being nothing but an accumulation of highly concentrated vitamins - has a revitalizing effect, allowing a person to overcome and recover from fatigue for a short period of time. Using more than one of these cocktails within two hours will most likely result in a hypervitaminosis, a vitamin shock, causing the user to suffer from side effects ranging from hyperactivity over headaches and stomach pain to heavy nausea. This rather tasty drink, which carries a juicy flavor, is stored inside a bottle of glass and has to be drunk. Non-weapons A small, ivory colored talisman in form of a pouch that Cheria attached to her katana. She got the item from one of the Marines that rescued her. It reads "Peace". Two small bottles of her favorite perfume, which grants her the scent of a rose. A raincoat that protects her from harsher weather conditions. A small package containing spices from diverse countries. A set of kitchen knives that is stored inside a specially made belt. Being a passionate chef the young female would never abuse these knives for combat purposes. ABILITIES Food Expert - Cheria has a vast knowledge concerning food and knows most of the things that are eatable and how certain poisonous or unhealthy things can be made eatable, if necessary. Passionate Chef - Spending most of the time inside the kitchen Cherry at some point started experimenting with different food combinations in order to be create meals capable of aiding her comrades recover from the strains of the day. Acrobatics - Trying hard to make up for her lack of pure strength the ashen topped female kept training the flexibility of her already agile frame. Vocal Talent - Being born with a natural singing talent, the ivory haired Marine's voice could be considered beautiful and is therefore able to entertain others. RACIAL FEATURES

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