[hider=Criminal Minds RP: Mags]
[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=dodgerblue][center] 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕤 ℕ𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕚 [/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=Dodgerblue]FC: Sarah Shahi[/color][/center]
[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=dodgerblue][center]Character Summary[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=dodgerblue]Name: [/color][/b] Magnolia Ophelia Nouri
[b][color=dodgerblue]Aliases:[/color][/b] Mags, Agent Nouri, Firecracker
[b][color=dodgerblue]Age:[/color][/b] 27
[b][color=dodgerblue]Birthday:[/color][/b] April 2nd
[b][color=dodgerblue]Nationality:[/color][/b] American
[b][color=dodgerblue]Ethnicity:[/color][/b] Half Iranian, Half Spanish
[b][color=dodgerblue]Birth Place:[/color][/b] New York City, NY
[b][color=dodgerblue]Current Residence:[/color][/b] Dumfries, VA
[b][color=dodgerblue]Gender:[/color][/b] Female
[b][color=dodgerblue]Education:[/color][/b] Master's of Science in Criminology and Bachelor's of Science in Criminal Justice
[b][color=dodgerblue]Job:[/color][/b] Profiler at the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI -- specializing in obsessional crimes.

[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=dodgerblue][center]Appearance[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
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[b][color=dodgerblue]Height:[/color][/b] 5'3"
[b][color=dodgerblue]Weight:[/color][/b] 140 lbs
[b][color=dodgerblue]Build:[/color][/b] Athleticly muscular but still petite
[b][color=dodgerblue]Eyes:[/color][/b] Brown
[b][color=dodgerblue]Hair:[/color][/b] Brown
[b][color=dodgerblue]Skin Tone:[/color][/b] Caramel
[b][color=dodgerblue]Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:[/color][/b] One tattoo on left forearm, outside, in her mother's handwriting saying "love you forever"

[b][color=dodgerblue]Personal Style:[/color][/b] Casual but still feminine, Mags tends to wear very simple designs without a whole lot of variation. She is not a huge dress wearer, but will when needed for fancy occasions. But mostly, a white tank top or single colored plain shirt underneath a flannel or a blazer with jeans. Sometimes she throws in a colorful jacket for whimsy, but that's about it. She's not a big clothes girl, preferring comfort and practicality over style. 

[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=dodgerblue][center]Psychology[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
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[b][color=dodgerblue]Sexuality:[/color][/b] Homosexual
[b][color=dodgerblue]Relationship Status:[/color][/b] Single
[b][color=dodgerblue]Personality:[/color][/b] Tough, sarcastic, witty, but not one to talk first. SHe tends to keep to herself and make the odd snarky comment off to the side every now and then. She can be quite playful once she opens up, but she keeps her walls all the way up most of the time. Professional and casual, that's her goal. Don't make waves, but don't take any crap either.
[b][color=dodgerblue]Habits:[/color][/b] biting her lip and running her hands through her hair when anxious or nervous.
[b][color=dodgerblue]Hobbies:[/color][/b] painting, running, reading, and hanging out with her dog
[b][color=dodgerblue]Fears:[/color][/b]
[list][*] Clowns
[*] Spiders
[*] Her father's progressing alzheimer's [/list]
[b][color=dodgerblue]Likes:[/color][/b] 
[list][*]Art
[*]Books
[*]Nature
[*]Hiking
[*]Animals
[*]Dancing[/list]
[b][color=dodgerblue]Dislikes:[/color][/b] 
[list][*]Bullies
[*]Toxic Men
[*]Sports Bars
[*]People who mistreat animals
[*]Mansplaining
[*]Extreme cold [/list]

[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=dodgerblue][center]History[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
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[b][color=dodgerblue]A Memory:[/color][/b] The memory that sticks the most is her last night with her mom. They'd been laying in her mother's bed, reading her favorite book: Who was Amelia Earhart? Mags had been obsessed with her and her story as a child, and her mother had gotten her several books that they cycled through and read together frequently. Mags could still remember the pink nightgown that her mother had been wearing, the way her thin dark hair had cascaded down the pillow as Mags had her head laying on her mother's chest. She could remember the labored movement of her breathing, the way Mags would turn the pages so that her mother could focus on reading. It was a fond memory, one she still visited a lot to this day, but a sad one. Mags and her mother had been very close before she passed, and Mags still missed her every day. She still wore her mother's birth stone (a sapphire) around her neck every day. 

[b][color=dodgerblue] History:[/color][/b] One word to describe Mags: tough. She's been through a lot. She was raised into a very traditional half Iranian family, her mother being a Spain native, and her father was a stickler for tradition and respect. He was a hard working man who had supported her and her mother solely for as long as she could remember. Her mother had always been too sick for employment, she had MS and it eventually took her from them when Mags was eight. Her father never wavered, never crumbled, he simply got back to work. Mags couldn't understand it, at the time she'd felt like she was falling into a never ending hole, always sinking. She promised herself that no matter what, she would not let her father down. 

By the age of seventeen, she had graduated with honors. It wasn't because she was particularly smarter than most, though she was very intelligent, it was mostly due to her determination and hard work. She put her nose to those books and didn't raise it until she was striding across that stage, her father beaming from the bleachers. A masters in criminology, a bachelors in criminal Justice, and two years later she was recruited by the FBI. Now, after two years in the sex crimes unit (her specialty in obsessional crimes helping majorly to have a quite high success rate for capture) she had been recruited to the most prestigious unit of the FBI (in her opinion), the BAU. 

The only problem, was that she could no longer make her father proud. He had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's a year after she had entered the FBI, and it was progressing rapidly. Sometimes, he didn't know who she was, and she was terrified there would come a day he never would recognize her face again. So she devoted herself to her work, to the people she [i]could[/i] save. But in her spare time, she never left her father's side. He was in a home now, round the clock care was something he needed, but she visited him whenever she could...she still hadn't told him that she was gay.
  

[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=dodgerblue][center]Extras[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
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[b][color=dodgerblue]Character Quote:[/color][/b] "Life is too short to miss an opportunity to dance"
[b][color=dodgerblue]Theme Song:[/color][/b] "You Should be Dancing" by the Bee Gees
[b][color=dodgerblue]Anything Else:[/color][/b] She has a three year old golden retriever named Toby--the only man in her life besides her father.
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[hider= Dragon Age RP: Zita]
[hider=Zita] [img] https://i.imgur.com/AIVkHIw.jpeg [/img][/hider]
[b][color=DarkRed]Name:[/color][/b] 
[indent]Zita Cordelia Cade  [/indent]
[b][color=DarkRed]Age:[/color][/b] 
[indent]25  [/indent]
[b][color=DarkRed]Ancestry:[/color][/b] 
[indent]Rivaini rogue mercenary father, Dalish elf merchant mother [/indent]
[b][color=DarkRed]Birthplace:[/color][/b] 
[indent]Dairsmuid  [/indent]
[b][color=DarkRed]Gender:[/color][/b] 
[indent]Female   [/indent]
[b][color=DarkRed]Class/Subclass:[/color][/b] 
[indent]Rogue- Dual Wielding Duelist/ Assassin
Weapons: [hider=Daggers] [img]https://www.rpnation.com/gallery/twin-daggers.939/full[/img][/hider]   Armor: [hider=Armor][img]https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSZcEp0sDXqCOyl_-NGjOg_Wqx7A4xE5NiI0g&s[/img][/hider][/indent]
[b][color=DarkRed]Appearance:[/color][/b] 
[indent]Zita stands at 5'5" with long dark colored, unruly curly hair. Her ears are long and pointy, as all elves are, and she has light brown/golden colored eyes set into dark caramel colored skin. Being with the Lords of Fortune as a mercenary, as her father was, she tends to dress in brightly colored garments. She loves anything gold, or bespeckled with jewels...and the less skin covered, the better. She loves feeling the sun on her skin, even if it isn't the smartest way to keep herself well-armored. Zita has full lips that are usually curled at the ends in a smile, and her unruly hair is usually worn down around her shoulders.  [/indent]

[b][color=DarkRed]Background:[/color][/b] 
[indent] Zita does not remember life before she was sold off to slavers and taken to Denerim. She does not remember her parents, all she remembers is life with Sir Sedrick, and life with the sir had not been a good one. First, it was the beatings, and the scrubbing on her hands and knees with not so much as rags on. She was treated like vermin, less than human...and when she was big enough, used as a drug mule to supply lyrium to rogue blood mages. Sir was a Templar, so if he was caught, it's be curtains for him. But Zita? Zita was expendable. 

The treatment and the work made her strong, resilient, unbreakable. One day, she was sent to smuggle lyrium to a mercenary mage group. One of them told her of the Lords of Fortune, based in Rivain. Having never known anything about her child hood, except that she bore the appearance of those called Eivaini, she was instantly enthralled in anything to do with them. When she wasn't working, she snuck away to study anything about them she could. She was determined to find where she came from, who she really was. But more so to find out who she could become. 

At the age of seventeen, she broke free in the middle of the night and fled for passage to Rivaini. It took months, months of hiding, bartering, but she made it. She found the Lord of Fortune, and the room her in. She was taught the way of the blade by a woman named Isabela, a remarkable woman that Zita would always admire. She became a force to be reckoned with, known for her success on bother mercenary and treasure hunting missions. She had a fascination for dragons, they were glorious, and she could understand why the Qunari revered them. She also loves anything gold.  [/indent]
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