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Name: Maloney "Nails" Fowler
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation/Preference (if you so choose to include it): Asexual
Mental Illness/Disorder/Etcetera: PTSD, slightly paranoid

Personality: When medicated, Nails is a fearful, jumpy girl who seems to be both afraid of physical contact and yearning for it at the same time. She seems to not remember much about her life before becoming a patient, and can only speak about it in disjointed fragments. She otherwise communicates normally, with only some small quirks, such as her inclination to avoid first-person pronouns. She puts up with just about any harsh treatment with minimal protest, and seems to have accepted her status as a lost cause. However, in between dosages, she can become a holy terror. More like an animal than a human at these times, she acts purely on instinct and will not hesitate to bite, kick, and particularly seems fond of scratching - a trait that earned her nickname.

Appearance: Very small for her age in stature, Nails stands at only about 4'10", and is extremely thin and wiry.



History/Background Info. (this can be however brief or long you'd like, just give me something): Nails and her sister didn't exist. At least, not legally. Born in a rural area of Montana, both sisters were brought into this world at home, and no documentation was ever made of their lives. Suspicions arose when the body of an unidentified toddler was discovered in the forest by a pair of lost hikers, and the remaining daughter was removed from her abusive parents' care once the dead child was found to have been her sister. Once separated from her family, Nails' case quickly faded away from the public eye, and she was sent to Remmington's Angels, where she was promptly forgotten.

Favorites/Interests/Hobbies: Life was difficult at Nails' old home, leaving no room for anything not concerned with keeping her head down and surviving. Despite this, Nails did develop an interest in reading and writing, and often makes up her own stories to pass the time.

Other/Special: Nails is often so desperate for company that she even looks forward to seeing the doctors and other staff.

I'm working on my CS at the moment, and it should be up tomorrow. (Just thought I'd bump this a little)
Interesting! I'll definitely make a CS for this one ASAP.
Sepia - Practice

Sepia nodded, mostly just happy to have finished in under five minutes. Just then, one of the other students literally seemed to blow through the course. Sepia watched in amazement as he finished without even exerting himself. "Another faunus?" she thought, once he finished and she could see him clearly. Sepia noted his strange look and smiled at him, hoping that she hadn't unknowingly done something to offend him. She then swept her tail up into her hands and straightened out where it had gotten hung, glancing over at Shiro every few seconds to see his reaction.

"I wonder what my team is like..." she hoped that they wouldn't resent her for replacing one of their friends.
Is the art teacher position filled?
Once her turn arrived, Sepia launched herself from her starting position with as much speed as possible, hoping that the extra momentum would make some of the obstacles a little easier. The first log was no problem, and Sepia didn't have as much difficulty with the pull-up bar as some of the other students did, but the balance beam proved to be more of an issue. When swinging herself up onto the thicker log part, her tail got snagged on something, costing her a few seconds to get it free. Once standing, she ran down the logs and over the jumps easily. When she got to the wall, Sepia pulled herself up and over, noting how the edge pulled up on her shorts. "I guess ditching the skirt was a good idea after all." The rest of the course went by mostly uneventfully, and Sepia thought that having to get over the few logs right in a row was kind of fun, actually. As she started sliding back down the rope, however, it slipped out of her grip and she landed on her rear. Hard. Hoping that no one had noticed, she quickly jumped up and walked back to where the other students who had finished and the professors were waiting. "Ouchouchouch."
@SevenStormStyle - Esther's just an aide, an intern if you will. Not exactly a teacher or professor. Minor thing, but just thought you should know. xD
Yeah. Sepia might not know that, though. She's kind of :D
"Sure thing, Professor!" Sepia replied cheerfully, and with that, she turned and sprinted in the direction of where she'd been told that her locker would be. The sound of angry yelling reached her from the way she'd come, and for once she was glad to have arrived unprepared. Although, the last part didn't seem so bad. Growing up in a lodge in the middle of a large forest had allowed her to become remarkably fast and endurant through "roughing it" and training as much as possible. True, she wasn't very strong in the way that meant lifting or stopping heavy things, but she was pretty sure that an obstacle course wouldn't be too difficult. Arriving at her locker, Sepia quickly grabbed a plain pair of black shorts and a brown tank top with a pink paw print on it. After changing into both these and replacing her high heels with a pair of sneakers, she made her way back to practice where she did as Professor Vanhomrigh said and got in line.
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Sepia - Arriving at practice. A young, brunette faunus approached the practice range quickly, hoping she wouldn't be late to her first class at Beacon. She grinned excitedly at the thought. Imagine that! Her, a student at one of - no, the best school for aspiring huntresses such as herself. The idea seemed to add to her already infinite energy, and she arrived in front of a young woman in... some sort of armor? Tilting her head respectfully, Sepia apologized for her apparent tardiness. "I'm sorry that I was late, professor. I just received word of my acceptance and came as quickly as I could." While waiting for a response, Sepia mentally compared her attire with that of her superior's. Battle armor and an expensive, short, frilly dress. Oh well, at least she'd remembered to bring Orthus.
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