[center][h1][color=f6989d]Eyrie Schemacloves[/color][/h1]

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[quote=Eyrie, towards her partner][color=f6989d][b]“I believe in the good within you. One day, everyone else will see it too.”[/b][/color][/quote][/CENTER]
[h3]Personal Dossier[/h3][hr][sub][color=f6989d][b]Name[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Eyrie Schemacloves[/indent]
[sub][color=f6989d][b]Age[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]18[/indent]
[sub][color=f6989d][b]Gender[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Female[/indent]
[sub][color=f6989d][b]Origin[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Boletus, Kepler System[/indent]
[sub][color=f6989d][b]Appearance[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent] Usually, Eyrie's clothes consist of long-sleeved shirts that hide the skin up to her wrists, yet she doesn't attempt to conceal her legs in a similar manner, donning skirts when she's able to instead. Though her outfits commonly exhibit desaturated colors, mostly shades of grey and dark blues, the brightly red-framed glasses that sit upon her nose draw attention to her snow white hair and dull green eyes. The only significant features of her appearance.[/indent]
[sub][color=f6989d][b]Personality[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Eyrie is an optimist. A gross overestimation, but the closest word to how she sees the world. It isn't confidence that drives her thinking, as her ability to argue is next to non-existent, nor is it an overestimation of the future, which would've been a symptom of pride. Rather, Eyrie merely believes that things will eventually sort themselves out, a baseless hope that allows her to get through each day. No matter what happens, no matter the struggles, the future is always capable of bringing light into her world. Any victory, no matter how small, is a victory, and she will treasure every single one.[/indent]
[sub][color=f6989d][b]Background Information[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]On Boletus, a world where a bigger population than most results in bigger problems, The Schemacloves family barely scraped by. Living day by day, paycheck to paycheck, the young Eyrie was merely happy to be alive. To her, they had everything they ever needed, no matter if she would sometimes have birthdays go by uncelebrated or merely acknowledged with a cupcake and a single candle. Her parents worked hard, she could understand that, and the discomfort of a usually empty household was worth the happy moments that lightly sprinkled her life.

She did not expect the sudden bomb dropped upon her a certain night, that she would be shipped to a different system to study in the most prestegious school in the known universe. Eyrie couldn't imagine a world outside of the city she lived in her entire life, yet she knew any sort of disagreement would be met with indignation, merely by the unsettling light within her parent's eyes. A desperate air that rolled around their home, an atmosphere she purposely ignored every time she heard the shouting in the middle of the night about bills and impossible future plans. Something she understood, deep down, was somehow her fault.

So when they asked, no, [i]commanded[/i] her to excell at Taiyōtawa Academy, all Eyrie could do was bow her head in defference, no matter the emotions that swirled within her gut.[/indent]
[h3]Attributes & Other Information[/h3][hr][sub][color=f6989d][b]Coordinator Type[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Tactical Coordinator[/indent]
[sub][color=f6989d][b]Coordination Profile[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent][b]Awareness[/b] | ■■■□□
[b]Composure[/b] | ■■■■□
[b]Endurance[/b] | ■■□□□
[b]Instinct[/b] | ■■■■□
[b]Intellect[/b] | ■■□□
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