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[b][color=db5143]■[/color]Name[color=db5143]■[/color] [/b]
[indent]Poppy Pennington[/indent]
[b][color=db5143]■[/color]Talent[color=db5143]■[/color] [/b]
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[indent][i] [color=db5143]Who am I? What am I? I don’t know! Will we find out? Will I remember? The possibilities are truly endless… for better or for worse.[/color][/i] [/indent] [/indent]
[b] [color=db5143]■[/color]Gender[color=db5143]■[/color]  [/b]
[indent]Female [/indent]
[b] [color=db5143]■[/color] Appearance[color=db5143]■[/color]  [/b]
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Unlike many other ultimates, Poppy looks extraordinarily ordinary. Almost frighteningly so. Her simple blue and white outfit reveals no clues as to what kind of hidden talent she might possess. She stands at an average 5’4” with a lithe, slim posture. She gives a frail impression, almost too fragile to touch. Her long brown hair reaches her lower back and is in desperate need of some styling, as it is going everywhere as if she spent the entire last year in bed.  The most striking part of her face are her soft, kind light brown eyes. Her pale skin reveals western origins, much like her name implies. [/indent]

[b] [color=db5143]■[/color]Personality[color=db5143]■[/color]  [/b]
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Poppy is a timid appearance. Who can blame her? She knows nothing, yet she is thrust into this cruel killing game without any consideration.  Her frightened nature is complimented by her suspicions for the others. After all, there must be someone amongst them who knows [i]something[/i] about her. After all, who else could’ve put her in this position besides the mastermind? Someone is cruelly hiding the truth from her. Not to speak of the fear of death itself. She is like a shy mouse, sacredly trying to avoid what could potentially be a dangerous predator. Though she will try to talk with others, she tries to keep anyone at an arm’s reach at least.

However, these initial impressions will greatly lessen once she grows more comfortable amongst  the rest. Beneath the layers of extreme caution is a person who really just wants to experience, to explore. Poppy has nothing, and really just wants to [i]be[/i] someone.  She wants friends. She wants memories. She wants a place in this world. These are things she can’t obtain from within her shell, but to get out of it will, naturally, take an ample amount of time. She is a very curious person In truth.

In truth, she is a rather sweet person. A quite regular, kind girl. The only way she really stands out amongst a bunch of ultimates is by how plain she seems to be.  She is soft-natured, kind-hearted and rather empathic. Because of this, she has difficulty dealing with seeing others in pain or trouble.[/indent]
[b] [color=db5143]■[/color]Backstory[color=db5143]■[/color]  [/b]
[indent]A young girl woke up in a classroom. She was confused, afraid. Where was she? It was as if she had woken up for the first time in her entire life. She looked at her hands as if they were foreign entities.  She had questions, but she had no idea how to formulate them. Not that she had anyone to ask them to anyway. Then she noticed something embroidered into her left sleeve with a black thread. A name? Who embroidered their name into their clothes these days?

[i][color=db5143]”Poppy Pennington”[/color][/i]

Could that be her name? It was the most logical assumption. These were her clothes. They were, right? Indeed, this girl could not remember her name. Her mind was a blank slate, a void completely bereft of any information about herself.  She fervently tried to recall what she had forgotten. But alas, she was a stranger to herself just as much as she would be to anyone else.

So please, don’t ask her about her backstory. It would be rather awkward.
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[b] [color=db5143]■[/color]Everything else[color=db5143]■[/color] [/b]
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[*] Dialgue colour:  [color=db5143] db5143[/color]
[*] Though she has no memories, she is not completely helpless.  She still has ample knowledge and proficiency in various common skills such as cooking, household chores and first aid. The area of her mind retaining this kind of knowledge is untouched it seems.
[*] Though she is unable to remember specific food preferences. She seems to have no trouble eating and enjoying any kind of food.
[*] She love blue, maybe because that’s the first colour she saw?
[*] She won’t admit it, but she actually thinks monokuma is incredibly adorable-looking… even if he’s a mean despair-bear.[/list]
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