Introducing: Ophelia Alexandra Gaius.

[Ophelia]

Basic Information

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Name: Ophelia Alexandra Gaius.

Age/Grade: Eighteen. Senior.
Height: Five foot eight. (and a half.)
Weight: 152 pounds.
Gender: Female.
Sexuality: Swirled, really; bisexual.
Eye Color: Chocolate.
Hair: Wheat.


Pastime Information

Hobbies: Reading about Greek ancient history and myth; writing poetry pertaining to nature and natural occurrences; religious discovery in the pagan realm; reading memoirs; immersing herself in a social environment that makes her uncomfortable; sudden bouts of adventure; learning new techniques for belly dancing; doing all manner of things barefoot; smoking marijuana from time to time from a delicate little glass pipe—for the antiquity, of course.
Talents: capturing the interest of those she is truly uninterested—namely, rapists and stalkers; remarkable wrestler; encyclopedic knowledge; writing on surfaces met to be unwritten; getting bloody noses as the most inopportune moments; being well-liked by dogs and moths, curiously enough. Not that any of them could really be called talents, per se.
Skills: Holding her breath; adaptability to new environments; predicting people; preparing ethnic food; chokeholds; belly dancing.
Sports: Water polo – offense, center forward; Wrestling.
Clubs: Possible recruitment.
Gangs: Possible recruitment.


Mental Information

Personality:
Ophelia is incredibly fascinated with human nature and antiquity; as such, she is extremely old-fashioned in the most ancient sense, and as such practices modern takes on ancient things. She writes poetry, she belly dances, she sings, she even smokes for the love of ancient practice. Ophelia is hyper-fascinated with all things around her, from people, to plants, to stones and rocks. She seeks beauty in almost everything she regards and does so with a lyrical charm. She appears to always have her head in the clouds, even when she wrestles, which she rather enjoys, despite the flack she’d gotten from her fathers. Ophelia generally has no real immediate concern for people who disapprove of her behavior; however, she does rather enjoy the acceptance and warmth that people can provide—so she makes them an integral part of her life. Luckily, she has some sort of magnetism that gives her that acceptance. Ophelia is generally a likeable person, although she has the tendency to be blunt, awkward, disconnected, and her head is often accused of being buried in the clouds. She is overtly affectionate, curious, imaginative, appreciative, and has a tendency to spew off prophetic, ingenious bouts of nonsense now and again.
Likes: The ancient; people; discovery and exploration; comfortable beds; success; sex; ice-cold water; being liked.
Dislikes: Repeated rejection and/or being completely ignored; close-mindedness; overtly phobic or nervous people; crippling shyness.
Mentality: She has the mentality of a dreamer, seeking solace in her perceptions of beauty and her love of nature. Whether this tactic is avoidant or not, she does not acknowledge why it is she thinks in such a manner, nor does she wish to understand what she is protecting herself from if anything. She is an eclectic pagan; not entirely based on practice with her gods, but moreso with meditation and personal peace on an astral level. Ophelia thus is a very spiritual person with very curious personal desires.
Ideal: Ophelia is an idealistic hedonist; meaning that pleasure is the first and foremost concept of life to address. Pleasure in her case can be a myriad of things; but she takes care of herself and her closest allies before pursuing the good of humankind as a whole. While she is considerably idealistic, she is also realistic in the sense that she is very aware that people will not change by her hand alone. She also has a sort of romantic idea of what the world should be, and, even if that goal is unattainable, she strives for it personally. She would rather chase windmills happily than work at something more practical and lead a life of quiet desperation coupled with depression.



Physical Information

Build: She is not ‘lithe’ or ‘willowy’, and she is not petite. She is, however, well endowed. Ophelia is a pear shape; she has a small waist and a small, round chest, and a very gracious backside. Her thighs are wide, like her hips. Her tummy, thighs, and butt are squishy, but she’s toned from all the swimming and wrestling. Her body is that of a woman, not of a child.
Defining Marks:Freckles dust her shoulders; her eye has a very prominent vein of bright yellow streaking through the brown iris; She is Greek, so she has very naturally tanned olive skin—but she is also Ukrainian, so her hair is an off shade of wheat blonde. [Body reference; Kim Kardashian. Here.]
Description: Her features are a blend of two completely different cultures; softer features of the Ukrainians and more prominent, carved features of the Greeks. She is very exotic in her appearance, with bold cheekbones, a sharply curved chin, and a bee-stung pout to boot. Most notably, she wears dresses more frequently than any other type of clothing. She dresses bohemian and in decades when her outfit permits her; from high-waisted plaid skirts to flowing peasant tops, it is all relative to her mood and inspiration for the day. As a secret hobby, which most do not get to find out, the girl collects lingerie. Look out, boys and girls, she’s more deviant than those doe eyes and doll-face suggest.




Fighting Information

Fighting Style: Landlocked Wrestling
Years Practiced:6
Description of style: Landlocked Wrestling is a term in her mind that can be equated to a skilled and understanding take on apeshit insane fighting tactics. When she fights, she has the same sort of eloquence as a lion snapping the neck of a zebra, a PTSD vet shoving a knife up someone’s gut and wearing their entrails as a fancy new boa; the very same sort of grace that comes with a mechanic crushing an infant’s skull with the clamp of a monkey wrench—that instinctual knowledge that sends shivers out like armies to tread over your spine. She is a beautiful, delicate soap ring until the bubble pops or the bubble feels exceptionally threatened. There is no calculation, just instinct, and it’s done her pretty well so far. It’s amazing what a human can accomplish beneath the weight of severe mental atmospheric pressure. Admittedly, she does not know a lot about weapons, per se; however, the body is her playground. She is capable (and has demonstrated said capability)of killing another person; or at least crippling them.
Overall Strengths: Her drastic knowledge of the human body makes everyone with basic human anatomy a potential victim to paralysis or permanent damage. She recognizes she can kill a cookie-cutter human with moderate simplicity when she is in this seriously threatened state of being. Said knowledge coupled with wrestling experience can make for a very unpleasant situation for the average bear.
Overall Weaknesses: This particular fighting style must be triggered, and it takes quite a lot to force her into it—but when she is there, her mind isn’t all there. She has little ability to rationalize her actions, and her predictions are based off of instinct and not intelligence. Just like a rabid animal when caught off guard, she will not admit defeat and try then to escape only to fight again, flailing and foaming. It is also possible to calm her out of her mindset to avoid fighting altogether.


History Information

History: Ophelia was born from a woman who wasn’t her parent. No, she was born into a family of two fathers; the one that created her being her father figure, and the other just being a loving husband who wanted a child to be a part of the same bloodline, not just from adoption. Not that he didn’t respect adoption. Anyway, her parents were gay, obviously, and her father was Greek and proud. Well, both of the parents were Greek, gay, and proud; her ‘mother’ was Ukrainian, paid to conceive her. She was born a happy-go-lucky kid and lived a happy-go-lucky life with her parents. Nothing was really ‘wrong’ in her childhood. Ophelia had lots of friends and knew all of the Greek myths by heart. She spent a lot of time outside; and almost all of the time was spent singing her actions, or singing to her friends, or singing to bugs and animals. She was like the cheerful Disney child from hell, happy all the time without a simple care in the world.
That, of course, all changed once she hit puberty. Her sexuality piqued and blossomed into something indescribable and a bit shameful according to her parents. She became curious and inappropriate, coupled with happy-go-lucky, providing quite the confusing experience for her peers. She was frowned upon by several parents and scared several students through her antics and demonstrations, almost not recognizing that the behavior was ‘wrong’. At that point in time, she switched schools and even moved to a different city. That summer, she learned to town down her sexuality and general nature down to an appropriate level, for her fathers’ sake.
Also a curious and mentionable discovery of that summer was her newfound love of the water. During this year she joined the swim team and water pollo team, and was often seen swimming in pools, lakes, rivers, really, anything that was somehow a body of water, her very favorite being the ocean. She ventured into the ocean once too far with an acquaintance…dove underneath the surface, and found said acquaintance started feeling her up. Instinctively she opened her eyes and gasped in water; and found that she could breathe. It was awkward at first, inhaling liquid—it is utterly against her body’s nature…but she found after a while it was comfortable. She was able to see in the depths of the ocean—fish, coral, even little sharks…and she could also see that this man had no good intentions. There was some sort of impulse in her when she was under that she could not fully explain. It was a deep masculine sort of hymnal encouragement, like crashing of a wave or the crack of thunder in a sea storm. (it was at that time, too, that she began to study water gods and deities) She suffocated the man under the blankets of the sea, angry that he tried to seduce her.
When he didn’t come back to shore, her fathers were worried. She explained that a terrible current picked him up and shoved him out and she could barely manage to escape herself; of course, she knew otherwise that there was something incredibly strange happening with her body…she researched on the internet and found a wonderful school in San Francisco that recognized people with strange human abilities; she told her fathers she had been accepted to a prestigious boarding school and they decided to pay for an apartment while she completed her education in San Francisco.




Living Status Information[/u]

Type of residence: A small apartment with a lot of plants, pot, and dusty leather books.
Roommates: She wishes. :[


Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0

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Stats:

Strength: 18
Dexterity: 22
Constitution:11
Intelligence:15
Wisdom:25
Charisma:29



Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: You best dye my pancakes green, or else, mister headbang, because that’s the way I like them.
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