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[h1][i][color=goldenrod][The Stranger Who Pushes Back What They Seek][/color][/i][/h1][/center]

[h3][color=goldenrod][u][b] AT A QUICK GLANCE [/b][/u][/color][/h3]
[indent][indent][list][*]Five foot seven
[*]Athletic build
[*]Blonde hair
[*]Blue  eyes
[*]Lightly tan with freckles
[*]Young twenties
[*]Long orange cardigan, gray top, black jeans, and ankle boots.
[*]Overstuffed messenger bag
[*]A [url=http://ghanaculturepolitics.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/grace-2-300x251.gif]tattoo[/url] between her collarbones.
[*]Colorful tattoos on her arms[/list]
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[h3][color=goldenrod][u][b] APPEARANCE [/b][/u][/color][/h3]

[indent][indent]The girl has a lean, athletic build. Her skin is no longer oversaturated in foundation and bottled tanners, allowing an array of sun-baked freckles to blossom on her lightly tanned skin. She keeps most of her makeup limited to her lips and her eyes, or so she claims. Likewise, her smile has definitely always been this white and was not treated with any kind of product.  She has slight muscle definition and even slighter curves. Her right arm is covered in a sleeve of flowery tattoos and her left inner forearm hides a tattoo of a wand surrounded by roses. A tattoo of two interlocked rhombuses is just below her collarbone and another tattoo of a runic glyph is between her breasts. 

Her style is heavily-lifted from fashion blogs that some would turn their noses up at and scoff at as “basic”.  She typically wears something along the lines of long tops that fall mid-hip over dark jeans or leggings and some kind of boots. Her blonde hair is still dyed a few shades lighter than its natural color, and she keeps it in a loose braid that falls just below her shoulders. She carries a brown leather messenger bag slung over her shoulder. 

She comes off as confident to the point of cockiness and moves with a kind of hurried impatience. Her voice is high pitched and exhausting, both in the sense that she sounds as if she’s almost out of breath and it can be tiresome to hear her speak. She stands with her pointed chin held high and her eyes on constant overwatch, with her hand always resting near the latch of her bag like a gunslinger stepping out into the street at high noon. [/indent][/indent]

[h3][color=goldenrod][u][b] ANYTHING... OFF? [/b][/u][/color][/h3]

[indent][indent]She dances a coin between her knuckles, her fingertips stained with ink from the fine point marker she’s been idly chewing on. Nervous tics, the ghost of a former bad habit, or perhaps it’s something more. But it’s really that smirk that’s weirder than anything. It’s like a shield around her, deflecting anything that should harm or upset her. She appears unflappable, seems untouchable, and acts unstoppable, and it's all because of that smirk.[/indent][/indent]

[h3][color=goldenrod][u][b] OTHER [/b][/u][/color][/h3]

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