ARLIU :BETA APP:

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[ 0 GP ] [ 230 MP ]  [ 10 SP ]
ACU : 3 | STR : 3 | END : 2 | INT : 2

                                                                ''..I was left handed, too.''

-- HUMAN --
Full Name: Arliu Harazkaiewicks

Age: 17

Gender: F

Height & Weight: 145 cm & 53 kg

Horoscope: Capricorn

Birthday: Jan 1

Birthplace: Iroga, Lerise

Division: Scavenger

Likes & Dislikes:
+ Old machinery.
+ Guns.. Big. Guns.
+ Tinkering with objects, trying to build something (failing though..),
+ The big leather coat she wears that used to belong to one of her parents, she thinks her father.
+ Her friends

- Being mistaken for a child
- being startled
- centipedes
- being in a small room with too many people
- Her missing arm (Not as much as losing it, but what happened when she lost it)


Personality: Blunt, Impatient  and short tempered, Arliu is the person to tell someone who asks, 'How do I look?', ''Fat. Purple isn't you colour.''. Due to her living in a small house with about seven other children, She will fiddle with objects lying around, roll her eyes and tap her foot if she's waiting for something or someone. She's a loner, though she doesn't mind talking to people, she just doesn't like too many of them around her. Personal space is something she loves. She won't usually yell at people when angry, but whenever she's mistaken as a kid or stuck in a small room with others, she'll definitely put those vocal cords to use. Like the horoscope, she is Determined, Willful and Dominant. The several children she lived with were all pretty much younger and even though she hated them following her most times, they would often play games where she was the leader. Arliu is determined to become a weapons engineer, after seeing pictures of weapons and machinery used in the war when she was living in her foster home.

She's also become a little dodgy when people mention her arm.

History:

Arliu was born in Iroga, and orphaned at a young age. She was found wearing a large leather coat (most probably from her father) and dirty clothing. She was taken into a foster home, run by an old woman and her middle aged son. Other children were being taken care of there-- seven actually. Arliu was the oldest and was looked up to from most of the children, them seeing her as an older sister or a leader. Some of the younger children named her Looly, because Arliu was too much to pronounce for them. The old woman used to be an engineer and had pictures and sketches of guns and other weaponry, Arliu used to look at them all the time and later wanted to be just like her. She eventually left the foster home, dropping in to visit occasionally.

When she got older, about ten or eleven, she began to hoard junk and steal. Eventually after doing this for most of her childhood, she was quick on her feet, a good liar and relatively flexible. She still steals to this day, and thanks to her height she can make quick escapes through large cracks, windows, alleys and crowds. She still really wants to be a weapons engineer, but her skills in this are amateur and need some work. She doesn't often use weapons herself, but keeps a few knives strapped under her shirt.

When she was fourteen she was caught for stealing, And got beat up pretty bad. She eventually got away and realized she needed to learn how to fight properly, so she would watch soldiers fight and try to mimic their moves, learning a good bit but not being excellent. She's terrible and blocking and normally just dodges. Arliu often goes to the surface, collecting old trinkets in the ruins, taking them back underground and inspect them for a long time. She sometimes gives certain ones as gifts to her foster family.

--- After Punishment ---

When everything went down, the first thing Arliu did was run to her former foster home, only to find it burning and nearly fallen down on itself. She'd ran inside to find them and get them out, not very smart, but she found one of the kids. They were trapped under some debree, so Arliu reached for them to hopefully pull them out. But soon, more of the building was about to collapse. Knowing this, Arliu had tried to reach further to get to them, but a beam and debree from upstairs had crashed down on the kid, and her arm.

She had passed out from the pain, or something hit her head, but when she woke up she was lying down in one of the refugee camps on Hien, and her arm was gone.

_{that sucks}

Additional Info:

- Likes watermelons.

- She wears a tight layer of a onepiece underwear thing, bandage wrappings, and then the leather jacket.

- She draws an orange eye with three eyelashes on some of her things, using it as a kind of signature.

- Bleaches hair, but hasn't in a while, leaving her natural hair colour to show in the roots. (Also cut it recently)

- A few hidden scars from falling from heights, fights and from accidents on the surface (Theyre visible on her back now)

- She uses the name written on the tag of the leather coat as her last name, though it may have been a first name of her father.

- She mostly wears the coat when going out and looking for things.