Abilites: Haine was well known in her area as the Hama Cinderella, a viscious gang member. She fought constantly and while she's not in a gang anymore, she's still extremely capable when it comes to a fight. Post-gang, she fought off a hoard of snakes, was the bodyguard of her school's student council, fought numerous returning gang members, and reinlisted for a short period of time. She's extremely capable with her hands and feet in battle, normally using kicks and other gymnastic like moves. It's also shown she's good at sword play, as she beat another member of the student council in a duel once.
Less important abilities include a slew of classes her family made her take when she was younger, though she dropped them all pretty quickly. Her abilites in them will be extremely rusty and at an elementary level. They include ballet, tea ceremony, flower arangement, the piano, along with possibly others related to traditional Japanese culture and talents. Other: ♥
Third Person: Whoever said driving a car was easy was really wrong. If anyone said that in the first place.
She kept placing her left foot on the brake at the same time her other foot was on the gas. Haine was pretty sure that the noise that the undercarriage was making wasn't supposed to happen and that she shouldn't be going 30 miles an hour when her right foot was pushing the gas all the way to the floor. Frustrated, she removed both feet, gripping the wheel hard.
"This is the worst!" Haine slammed a fist on the horn, loud enough to make one of the nearby people that randomly walked around in a trance jump and stumble over to fall on their driveway. That couldn't be good. She rolled down her window, yelling as loud as she could.
"Are you alright?!" Body half out of the car, trying to check on the person but keep a foot on the brake at the same time, Haine couldn't help but feel extremely sorry for the person. They were people too, right? The woman in the plain clothes and pale skin just simply got up without a word and went right back to opening her empty mailbox, closing it, and walking slowly back to her door. A little down-trodden and surprised, she slunk back into the passenger seat, completely forgetting about her foot on the break.
Slowly, the car began to slip and roll down the street again. It wasn't exactly noticeable to her, Haine being more concerned with the mirrors and little air freshener hanging from the rear view, but once a corner came into view, it suddenly occurred to her that she might need to put her foot back on the peddles. Thankfully she remembered the right one, or else she'd be in a yard.
"This is just so complicated...Maybe I should ask for help." Reaching into her jeans pocket, Haine removed her cell, quickly typing out a message to broadcast. She was going to wreck if she kept this up.
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Less important abilities include a slew of classes her family made her take when she was younger, though she dropped them all pretty quickly. Her abilites in them will be extremely rusty and at an elementary level. They include ballet, tea ceremony, flower arangement, the piano, along with possibly others related to traditional Japanese culture and talents.
Other: ♥
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Third Person: Whoever said driving a car was easy was really wrong. If anyone said that in the first place.
She kept placing her left foot on the brake at the same time her other foot was on the gas. Haine was pretty sure that the noise that the undercarriage was making wasn't supposed to happen and that she shouldn't be going 30 miles an hour when her right foot was pushing the gas all the way to the floor. Frustrated, she removed both feet, gripping the wheel hard.
"This is the worst!" Haine slammed a fist on the horn, loud enough to make one of the nearby people that randomly walked around in a trance jump and stumble over to fall on their driveway. That couldn't be good. She rolled down her window, yelling as loud as she could.
"Are you alright?!" Body half out of the car, trying to check on the person but keep a foot on the brake at the same time, Haine couldn't help but feel extremely sorry for the person. They were people too, right? The woman in the plain clothes and pale skin just simply got up without a word and went right back to opening her empty mailbox, closing it, and walking slowly back to her door. A little down-trodden and surprised, she slunk back into the passenger seat, completely forgetting about her foot on the break.
Slowly, the car began to slip and roll down the street again. It wasn't exactly noticeable to her, Haine being more concerned with the mirrors and little air freshener hanging from the rear view, but once a corner came into view, it suddenly occurred to her that she might need to put her foot back on the peddles. Thankfully she remembered the right one, or else she'd be in a yard.
"This is just so complicated...Maybe I should ask for help." Reaching into her jeans pocket, Haine removed her cell, quickly typing out a message to broadcast. She was going to wreck if she kept this up.
OTHER
Housing Request?: Randomize me, baby!
Did you read the rules and FAQ?: Yup!