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[u][b]Name[/b][/u]
Milene Laporte
[u][b]Gender[/b][/u]
Female 
[u][b]Age[/b][/u]
17
[u][b]Nationality[/b][/u]
Born in France, currently based in Melbourne, Australia
[u][b]Element[/b][/u]
Fire
[u][b]Role[/b][/u]
Smart Guy

[u][b]Appearance[/b][/u]
Long straight bronze hair, dark brown eyes, pale-ish skin that tans during summer. Stands at around 167cm. Dress code for her school demands that it is tied up into a ponytail, but she usually wears it like that outside of school for convenience anyway. Average build, not exactly toned, but has fairly muscular legs from cycling. Wears a constant pokerface, expression doesn’t change much apart from occasional chuckles and eyebrow raises.

Milene doesn’t put much effort or money into her appearance but still barely passes as “not unfashionable”. Wears clothes that are easy to move around in, usually jeans, sneakers, a simple t-shirt and light jacket. Doesn’t own much clothing and has one particular jacket she seems to prefer. Is pretty much immune to weather whether it be heat or cold so her outfit doesn’t change much throughout the year.

[u][b]Personality[/b][/u]
From the outset, Milene is blunt person. She states the facts as she sees them but doesn’t go out of her way to disparage someone, though she often accidentally makes scathing remarks that alienate people. She prefers reason over emotion as a way of figuring things out and can easily logically disarm most people in an argument. Most people see her as condescending because of her curt manner and detached wit. She doesn’t mind though, “different strokes for different folks” as she likes to say. Laidback and generally excels in school, though her grades in history are a bit lacking. Despite her unassuming outer personality, Milene’s thought process can be quite vivid and imaginative.

Her utilitarian mindset may put her at odds with some people. Her sense of justice may be a bit stunted by this, as she’s a very “needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few” sort of person. She seeks efficiency in everything she does, be it in her speech or school work. Her extremely colloquial speech is a result of this, though she’s not one for talking much in the first place. 

A fault of her personality is that she tends to judge heavily upon first impressions. She doesn’t give respect until the person has proven deserving of it. But when she does approve of a person, her loyalty is astounding. If someone is deemed worthy of it, she will support them with everything she’s got. Unless you handle her well, she won’t be very cooperative.

Slight fear of knives and sharp objects. Unnatural fondness of Skittles.

[u][b]Backstory[/b][/u]
Milene was born in Toulouse and lived there until the age of 9. Her parents worked at a prominent aircraft engineering company that sustained their fairly comfortable upper middle class lifestyle. Apart from an accident in the tool shed that led to her fear of sharp objects, Milene’s life in France was uneventful. When not exploring the town on her bike, she was perusing the contents of her father’s bookshelf, which mostly consisted of scientific journals and books on mechanical engineering. At first she only read them to admire the pictures, but as she got older she managed to grasp the language and key ideas.

Thanks to her parents’ jobs, they moved to Australia. Her classmates were initially curious about the newcomer (the accent certainly helped) but when her antisocial tendencies became apparent, the interest soon dissolved. For high school, Milene’s parents had her enrolled into a private girl’s school where she was finally lucky enough to make friends and put her French to use in class. When her parents declared that they were moving back, Milene chose to stay in Melbourne in a rented apartment, where she currently resides.

[u][b]Likes[/b][/u]
Skittles
Cycling
Bebop
Wandering through the city at night

[u][b]Dislikes[/b][/u]
Kiwis (the fruit, not the people)
People with no common sense
Sound of cracking knuckles
Knives
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