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How do I relearn this craft? I'm so discouraged at myself.
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I'ᴍ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴍᴇ, ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ. Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ, ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ɪɴ ᴍᴇ. Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ. Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏs.
▶ Full Name:
Choua Danielle Vang.
▶ Nickname:
None really, Choua is short enough.
▶ Age:
Twenty One.
▶ Gender:
Female.
▶ Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual.
▶ Classification:
Big Sister: Senior.
▶ Major:
Music Production.
▶ Minor:
Dance.
▶ In Depth Appearance:
Choua is of Hmong descent giving her a nice soft tan all year round. She has dark brown eyes and originally wavy black hair that she lightens to various brown tones. It gives her hair a bit more life than to have it be the usual jet black. She is petite, standing at around 5ft tall and weighs around 110lbs. Her clothing is very urban and comfortable. Her mother and father would say she dresses very sloppily, but everything has been planned to look as such. She wears makeup daily, and is rarely seen in public without it. She has no tattoos yet and just very basic lobe piercings on each ear.
▶ Likes:
- Shades of black, grey, and white.
- Home cooking.
- Dancing.
- Smoking hookah.
- Staying up to date with today's fashion.
- Cooking big meals for her sorority sisters.
- Youtube tutorials.
- Hot tea with lemon and lots and lots of honey.
- Getting her hair and nails done.
▶ Dislikes:
- Her nose.
- Spending too much money.
- Being center of attention.
- Still getting lectured by her parents.
- Not having her drivers license.
- Mississippi heat and humidity.
- Some of the traditions in her culture.
▶ Habits:
- Tapping her nails on things while she waits.
- Texting with too many emojis and exclamation marks.
- Eating late at night.
▶ Hobbies:
- Smoking.
- Watching Youtube tutorial videos.
- Learning piano, slowly but surely.
▶ Fears:
- The dark.
- Ghost and spirit stories/pictures.
- Being stuck in Mississippi for the rest of her life.
▶ Secrets:
- Is a virgin.
- Has told her parents that she is going for a nursing degree.
▶ Personality Traits:
Reliable. Easy Going. Optimistic. Silly. Dramatic. Self Abusive. Liar. Pushover.
▶ Personality:
A friend in need is a friend indeed! This saying applies to Choua in many shapes and forms. When you need her, she will be there. She is the type to sit with you at any hour of the night in case you need someone to talk to, or a shoulder to cry on. Willing to do about anything if asked, she doesn't have very strong leadership skills or ability to command anyone to do anything. One to look on the bright side of the things, and lets you know that tomorrow will be a better day. She'll make damn sure of it. She enjoys making people laugh, talking with anyone that approaches her and being involved with extra-curricular activities along with the sorority parties and drama.
However silly and carefree Choua appears to be, she often has moments of self doubt and self depreciation. Her parents had held a very tight leash on her during her entire youth. They want her to follow a traditional lifestyle in the Hmong culture, which she feels is a bit over the top. She hopes one day she can find a simple balance between the two. So far, the scales are very tipped.
▶ Hometown:
Jackson, Mississippi. Born and raised.
▶ History:
Plaub hau ntxhov thiaj yuav zuag los ntsis
Plaub ntug ntxhov thiaj yuav txwj laus los lis.
Tangled hair, use a comb to unsnarl it,
Complicated dispute, use an elder to solve it.
Choua had been raised under a traditional Hmong American household. One that dictates you do as your parents say, as they have done as their parents have told them. Originally from Thailand, Choua's family came to America before Choua was even born. They settled in a community in Jackson, Mississippi. Her father works at a corporate office and her mother stays at home doing the cooking, cleaning, and raising of Choua's two younger sisters; currently aged 13 and 5. They lived a middle class lifestyle, in a small 3 bedroom home. Choua isn't very close to her parents, and looks to them as regulations and rules rather than guidance and friendship. It doesn't hurt that they are paying for her entire ride through college.
School is a serious thing for Choua, her parents expected her to do the very best that she was capable of, and then exceed that point. Her parents believe she is there to become a doctor or a nurse or a lawyer. Choua actually had eyes on the art scene- music, fashion, dance, movies. Something that was considered a "stupid dream" and a "waste of time and money". So she's lying to her parents about her entire college education.
She has a longing to one day tell her parents about her activities but knows that it might be a catastrophic event when she does, they do know that she is in a sorority- but they believe that it is a special one for the smartest and most elite girls on campus. While some of that may be true, it is not what it seems. Choua loves her sisters in the sorority and is excited to welcome the new members this upcoming rush week. She wants to encourage the little sisters to follow their dreams and have some fun while their at it!
Tᴏʀᴄ ᴛʜᴇ Oʀᴄ
Gʀᴇᴇɴ. Qᴜᴇᴇɴ. Pᴀᴄɪꜰɪsᴛ Wᴀʀ Mᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇ.
Pʀᴏꜰɪʟᴇ
When an Orc is born they are given a name that is fitting for the delivery process of their birth. There surname is either brought upon by their father's accomplishments or that of their very own feats. When Torc's mother was in labor, the baby girl twisted inside the birth canal several times, ripping her severely. It was beautiful. Torque: A twisting force that tends to cause rotation. Torc's parent's were not very educated so the spelling of her name was not much of concern. It was just good enough so that others got the idea across that even before she could carry her first sword or axe that the little queen was causing wonderful destruction.
Born into the clan of Skullsplatter's, Torc Skullsplatter is the youngest and only daughter of Zorc and Lorc. Zorc would often mention that his fifteen sons before her were of better use for warfare, but that she would give birth to many good warriors some day. Currently she is eighteen and behind her peers in the child bearing department, by now she should have at least two children. It wasn't that Torc wasn't able to bare children or that she wasn't a sought after suitor. Standing at six foot two and weighing over two-hundred and fifteen pounds she was a catch and a half. Her red hair was disheveled, dreaded and unkempt and her eyes were a fierce and piercing yellow. She just wasn't amused with a lot of the tactics of other Orcs or most Greens for that matter.
Born into the clan of Skullsplatter's, Torc Skullsplatter is the youngest and only daughter of Zorc and Lorc. Zorc would often mention that his fifteen sons before her were of better use for warfare, but that she would give birth to many good warriors some day. Currently she is eighteen and behind her peers in the child bearing department, by now she should have at least two children. It wasn't that Torc wasn't able to bare children or that she wasn't a sought after suitor. Standing at six foot two and weighing over two-hundred and fifteen pounds she was a catch and a half. Her red hair was disheveled, dreaded and unkempt and her eyes were a fierce and piercing yellow. She just wasn't amused with a lot of the tactics of other Orcs or most Greens for that matter.
Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ
The Skullsplatter clan were a rough and tough group of Orcs. Warriors in every aspect of the word for generations and generations. They were called to arms to aide many groups and fought bravely and rarely loss a battle. By the time Torc was born, the land of Terra was quite different than her ancestors had grown up in. They trained for wars that did not happen, they taught their children to kill people that they were now intermingling with, and they stuck to traditions no how outdated they seemed. Torc was raised as any Orc child would be, but she had different interests.
During her training as a small child she would spend more time looking at the figurines that littered the war table rather than listening to different plans of attack if it were to come down to it. Big clumsy hands were not great for carving small miniatures, she would press too hard in some places and either carve out too much or break it in half completely. This hobby was something practiced in the privates of her own room, as her parents were not too happy about the idea. They wanted a warrior bearing, axe wielding, aggressive war lord. They received one, on the outside- Torc played the role well, but she didn't enjoy it. She went through the steps she needed to take to get by the tests and trials but her heart was set other places. Torc enjoyed the creative and small things in life, she enjoyed the color that blood made a fresh white linen but didn't enjoy the process it took to get it that way.
Turning Eighteen in Orc culture was a huge day for a woman, she was not considered prime and ready for child bearing and considered a queen. Not in the political sense but in the way that Orc men treated their women with a lot of respect. Not your typical way that you would perceive respect; the men thought women were weaker and quite useless compared to their male counterpart but they were respected for giving life to their strongest and most respected leaders. Torc was no exception, she carried on her father's surname with pride and turned down men left and right. She wanted someone who respected her for her inner beauty not how fast she could splatter a skull between her thighs. This has caused some tension in her family, her mother and father have been quite vocal about what she needed to do with her life how to go about it, unless she wanted to be clanless- a fate worse than death in the Orc community. Torc would ignore most of these things, her hopeless romantic heart and her desire to break from tradition lingering every day that comes her way.
During her training as a small child she would spend more time looking at the figurines that littered the war table rather than listening to different plans of attack if it were to come down to it. Big clumsy hands were not great for carving small miniatures, she would press too hard in some places and either carve out too much or break it in half completely. This hobby was something practiced in the privates of her own room, as her parents were not too happy about the idea. They wanted a warrior bearing, axe wielding, aggressive war lord. They received one, on the outside- Torc played the role well, but she didn't enjoy it. She went through the steps she needed to take to get by the tests and trials but her heart was set other places. Torc enjoyed the creative and small things in life, she enjoyed the color that blood made a fresh white linen but didn't enjoy the process it took to get it that way.
Turning Eighteen in Orc culture was a huge day for a woman, she was not considered prime and ready for child bearing and considered a queen. Not in the political sense but in the way that Orc men treated their women with a lot of respect. Not your typical way that you would perceive respect; the men thought women were weaker and quite useless compared to their male counterpart but they were respected for giving life to their strongest and most respected leaders. Torc was no exception, she carried on her father's surname with pride and turned down men left and right. She wanted someone who respected her for her inner beauty not how fast she could splatter a skull between her thighs. This has caused some tension in her family, her mother and father have been quite vocal about what she needed to do with her life how to go about it, unless she wanted to be clanless- a fate worse than death in the Orc community. Torc would ignore most of these things, her hopeless romantic heart and her desire to break from tradition lingering every day that comes her way.
Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs
Family - Zorc & Lorc: Her doting and overbearing parents. They want nothing but the best for their daughter but only if it follows tradition and what they have set out for her. Lorc; her mother is a bit more accepting of Torc's free spirit but really wishes Torc. would just listen better. It's not that hard, she's been doing it for over fifty years.
Family - Borc, Corc, Dorc, Eorc, Forc, Gorc, Horc, Iorc, Jorc, Porc, Rorc, Morc, Norc, Qorc, and Vorc: Her fifteen older brothers. Some are nice, some are assholes, all of them are warriors to the clan. Torc is fond of all of her brothers despite their personalities, flaws, and other features. She looks up to Forc out of all of them because of his dreams of being a chef one day.
Family - Borc, Corc, Dorc, Eorc, Forc, Gorc, Horc, Iorc, Jorc, Porc, Rorc, Morc, Norc, Qorc, and Vorc: Her fifteen older brothers. Some are nice, some are assholes, all of them are warriors to the clan. Torc is fond of all of her brothers despite their personalities, flaws, and other features. She looks up to Forc out of all of them because of his dreams of being a chef one day.
I'm going to use black as my dialogue color if that's okay 
I will work on my character and have her up sometime tonight :)
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