Post by Yashita Arora on Sept 12, 2016 5:59:19 GMT
Name: Yashita (y-uh-sh-ih-t-ah) Arora (uh-r-oh-r-aa)
Nickname: N/A
Character sheet : Charecter Sheet
Clan: Gangrel
Status: Neonate
Age: 31 yrs
Age Appearance: 30yrs
Gender: Female
Nationality: London
Ethnicity: Indian
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 158lb
Religious
Beliefs: N/A
Appearance:
Yashita has a muscular build granted to her due to a constant active lifestyle. However, at 5’9” and 158lbs she tends to be looked over. Her lanky build makes her seem nonthreatening, but Yashita knows her body and exactly what it can do. Understandably, this has left random little scars scattered about her body, some so faded it would be a fallacy to call it such. Thankfully, most of the scars on her mean next to nothing, only acting as proof that she survived. The only true exception lies with a prominent jagged mark raking across the left side of her midsection, just above her hips; a constant reminder of what was and what will be.
Surrounded by a cascade of straight black hair, bunched together in an efficient high ponytail,Yashita's head straddles the line of just a tad shy of being oval but never enough to be considered triangular. Because of this, she has an almost soft elegant demeanor if one was not paying attention. The gentle trait however, is easily counter balanced by the sharp features painted across her face. From her long nose and tilted yellowish-green eyes, Yashita has more than enough sharp features to combat the ever present softness. Additionally, the constant smile on her face coupled with her light caramel skin natural conceals any and all intent. The contrasting nature of her face allows for a seemingly simple switch between the friend and the enemy, making it one of the stronger tools in her personal arsenal.
Her simple clothing give nothing away. A non-descriptive black t-shirt conveniently paired with worn blue jeans, only slightly bigger then needed, held up by an almost useless peace of fake leather pretending to be a belt. The only two thing that could remotely stand out would be a well-loved pair of black and silver Nike tennis shoes and a little extra armor consisting of a ratty forest green hoodie. .
Personality:
Sarcastic and witty, Yashita makes it a habit to joke about anything and everything. Combine that with a seemingly inability to know when to act with caution, the patience of a gold fish, and not being able to pay attention to details; names and dates and such, it tends to be hard to take her seriously. However once past the jokes and smiles, at the core of her being Yashita is still a lonely little girl constantly berating herself for her personal downfalls and failures. In an attempt to live up to a distant memory, Yashita actively despises weakness in others and mostly in herself. This disgust can easily bleed into her everyday life, even going as far as turning seemingly harmless jokes into pure cruelty. But, it is the revolt of her own weakness that truly damages her. In desperation, Yashita has grown into the kind of individual where her courage proves her ignorance and her patience leaves her vulnerable. Sadly it is also that same hatred of weakness that fuels her hatred of lies, though she does understand the necessary for them. In the end, it has left her completely believing that those with true strength would never need to lie, that those that are strong would never need to hide behind pretty words. In the end, though she is friendly, Yashita does not let many close, instead choosing to live her life in almost constant isolation.
Interests:
Yashita has a deep love of nature. She finds warmth and stability in the smells, sounds, and sights that it offers to those who would look. It is there that she found strength in even that which most would think the weakest on earth; flowers. Delicate and beautiful, constantly fighting and surviving against what would seem unreasonable odds, she sees these tiny flashes of color to be the strongest thing she has ever encountered. Her affinity with nature has completely altered her perspective, linking the world with the lush aspects of nature has granted her an understanding and sense of calm that most would could never understand. She also will always find a smile plastered to her face at every fight she comes across. The challenge beaconing her forward, giving her a chance to prove herself for everyone to see, fills her with the biggest rush in the world.
Skills:
A duel edged sword, Yashita knows how to use her words and when. However, she typically puts it into practice to show those who are fooled by the smile that she can fuck your shit up. And if that does not work, she will happily show you how wrong you truly are. With deft, strong punches or even a pipe found on the ground, Yashita basks in the chaos of close combat. Yes, she has made sure that her words can hurt, but when all else fails she quickly picks back up the sticks and stones. However, it is not the concert jungle where she feels at home. From a young age,Yashita developed a passion for nature, continually chasing more and more knowledge about the plant life that surrounds her. And yet her prolificness in a fight and knowledge of what is a round her are just a tool in a personal survival kit. Yashita's pride and joy is in her survival skills. Give her land covered in concert or grass, she has always come out on top. Truly it is survival of the fittest.
History:
Born in London, Yashita’s parents immigrated from India shortly before she was born. Her father was a well-respected professor at a small university and her mother was well known in their community for her kindness and generosity, both were the perfect role models, perfect parents, any child could have hoped for and be proud of. Sadly, no good deed goes unpunished. By the time Yashita was 7, her parents had befriended a young man from her fathers lectures by the name of Ronald. He was the tallest person she had ever met, easily towering over her father. But he was also the kindest. With honey hair, sky blue eyes, and a smile radiating warmth young Yashita latched on to him, claiming him family as only a young child could. However, it was through Ronald that she learned that a warm smile could hide the coldest cruelty.
On a cold night in September her peaceful life ended with her mother’s screams, honey hair dyed red, and a smile twisted in cruelty. Whether it is fear or trauma, the memories of that night stay mostly buried, taunting her with those three alone. Not even when she learned of Ronald’s death 4 years later.
From there she was put into foster care, moved from house to house and passed from family to family. It was there she learned to hide behind her smile, joke, and charm those that would normally write her off in a desperate hope to not be forgotten. It was also where she learned to survive for herself when to most all she was was a paycheck. It was where she learned to fight when those around her saw her as an easy target, a weak target. It was there that she found safety, security, and strength in the nature around her. By the time Yashita was 20, she fell in to a satisfying routine; find work, move on. The multitude of scars on her body from the years growing up found her work, her fist kept it. And when the need to leave arose, she would follow it without question, knowing full well that her instincts would make sure she survived while she lived. Yashita lived free and happily, like that for many years leading her farther and farther to the East until she eventually arrived in Nagasaki, Japan.
It wasn’t until a few months after she had settled in that things had started going wrong. On a warm night as she was standing outside a club, music so loud she could practically feel it pushing against her skin, she felt dread fill her to her core. It hadn’t been the first time this feeling had washed over her like that, she knew that it could only mean danger for herself and others. However, courage to stupidity would not let her run from this feeling, she had faced it before and come out on top and she would do it again. Day’s passed and the feeling never left, steadily stalking her, making her feel like prey, making her feel weak. By the time two weeks had passed she was tired of whatever game she was being forced to play, tired of feeling as if she was at the mercy of another. Needing the feeling of being embraced by safety, she went to the only place she could think, a little patch of wilderness right outside of town. Here she let herself get lost in the colors and smells that surrounded her, losing herself into the night. She never heard the footsteps coming up from behind.
To this day Yashita has no memories of that night. With no sire or memory, she stumbled her way into the world with full knowledge that everything that goes bump in the night can be bumped right back. She will never let anyone or thing make her that weak again.
Nickname: N/A
Character sheet : Charecter Sheet
Clan: Gangrel
Status: Neonate
Age: 31 yrs
Age Appearance: 30yrs
Gender: Female
Nationality: London
Ethnicity: Indian
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 158lb
Religious
Beliefs: N/A
Appearance:
Yashita has a muscular build granted to her due to a constant active lifestyle. However, at 5’9” and 158lbs she tends to be looked over. Her lanky build makes her seem nonthreatening, but Yashita knows her body and exactly what it can do. Understandably, this has left random little scars scattered about her body, some so faded it would be a fallacy to call it such. Thankfully, most of the scars on her mean next to nothing, only acting as proof that she survived. The only true exception lies with a prominent jagged mark raking across the left side of her midsection, just above her hips; a constant reminder of what was and what will be.
Surrounded by a cascade of straight black hair, bunched together in an efficient high ponytail,Yashita's head straddles the line of just a tad shy of being oval but never enough to be considered triangular. Because of this, she has an almost soft elegant demeanor if one was not paying attention. The gentle trait however, is easily counter balanced by the sharp features painted across her face. From her long nose and tilted yellowish-green eyes, Yashita has more than enough sharp features to combat the ever present softness. Additionally, the constant smile on her face coupled with her light caramel skin natural conceals any and all intent. The contrasting nature of her face allows for a seemingly simple switch between the friend and the enemy, making it one of the stronger tools in her personal arsenal.
Her simple clothing give nothing away. A non-descriptive black t-shirt conveniently paired with worn blue jeans, only slightly bigger then needed, held up by an almost useless peace of fake leather pretending to be a belt. The only two thing that could remotely stand out would be a well-loved pair of black and silver Nike tennis shoes and a little extra armor consisting of a ratty forest green hoodie. .
Personality:
Sarcastic and witty, Yashita makes it a habit to joke about anything and everything. Combine that with a seemingly inability to know when to act with caution, the patience of a gold fish, and not being able to pay attention to details; names and dates and such, it tends to be hard to take her seriously. However once past the jokes and smiles, at the core of her being Yashita is still a lonely little girl constantly berating herself for her personal downfalls and failures. In an attempt to live up to a distant memory, Yashita actively despises weakness in others and mostly in herself. This disgust can easily bleed into her everyday life, even going as far as turning seemingly harmless jokes into pure cruelty. But, it is the revolt of her own weakness that truly damages her. In desperation, Yashita has grown into the kind of individual where her courage proves her ignorance and her patience leaves her vulnerable. Sadly it is also that same hatred of weakness that fuels her hatred of lies, though she does understand the necessary for them. In the end, it has left her completely believing that those with true strength would never need to lie, that those that are strong would never need to hide behind pretty words. In the end, though she is friendly, Yashita does not let many close, instead choosing to live her life in almost constant isolation.
Interests:
Yashita has a deep love of nature. She finds warmth and stability in the smells, sounds, and sights that it offers to those who would look. It is there that she found strength in even that which most would think the weakest on earth; flowers. Delicate and beautiful, constantly fighting and surviving against what would seem unreasonable odds, she sees these tiny flashes of color to be the strongest thing she has ever encountered. Her affinity with nature has completely altered her perspective, linking the world with the lush aspects of nature has granted her an understanding and sense of calm that most would could never understand. She also will always find a smile plastered to her face at every fight she comes across. The challenge beaconing her forward, giving her a chance to prove herself for everyone to see, fills her with the biggest rush in the world.
Skills:
A duel edged sword, Yashita knows how to use her words and when. However, she typically puts it into practice to show those who are fooled by the smile that she can fuck your shit up. And if that does not work, she will happily show you how wrong you truly are. With deft, strong punches or even a pipe found on the ground, Yashita basks in the chaos of close combat. Yes, she has made sure that her words can hurt, but when all else fails she quickly picks back up the sticks and stones. However, it is not the concert jungle where she feels at home. From a young age,Yashita developed a passion for nature, continually chasing more and more knowledge about the plant life that surrounds her. And yet her prolificness in a fight and knowledge of what is a round her are just a tool in a personal survival kit. Yashita's pride and joy is in her survival skills. Give her land covered in concert or grass, she has always come out on top. Truly it is survival of the fittest.
History:
Born in London, Yashita’s parents immigrated from India shortly before she was born. Her father was a well-respected professor at a small university and her mother was well known in their community for her kindness and generosity, both were the perfect role models, perfect parents, any child could have hoped for and be proud of. Sadly, no good deed goes unpunished. By the time Yashita was 7, her parents had befriended a young man from her fathers lectures by the name of Ronald. He was the tallest person she had ever met, easily towering over her father. But he was also the kindest. With honey hair, sky blue eyes, and a smile radiating warmth young Yashita latched on to him, claiming him family as only a young child could. However, it was through Ronald that she learned that a warm smile could hide the coldest cruelty.
On a cold night in September her peaceful life ended with her mother’s screams, honey hair dyed red, and a smile twisted in cruelty. Whether it is fear or trauma, the memories of that night stay mostly buried, taunting her with those three alone. Not even when she learned of Ronald’s death 4 years later.
From there she was put into foster care, moved from house to house and passed from family to family. It was there she learned to hide behind her smile, joke, and charm those that would normally write her off in a desperate hope to not be forgotten. It was also where she learned to survive for herself when to most all she was was a paycheck. It was where she learned to fight when those around her saw her as an easy target, a weak target. It was there that she found safety, security, and strength in the nature around her. By the time Yashita was 20, she fell in to a satisfying routine; find work, move on. The multitude of scars on her body from the years growing up found her work, her fist kept it. And when the need to leave arose, she would follow it without question, knowing full well that her instincts would make sure she survived while she lived. Yashita lived free and happily, like that for many years leading her farther and farther to the East until she eventually arrived in Nagasaki, Japan.
It wasn’t until a few months after she had settled in that things had started going wrong. On a warm night as she was standing outside a club, music so loud she could practically feel it pushing against her skin, she felt dread fill her to her core. It hadn’t been the first time this feeling had washed over her like that, she knew that it could only mean danger for herself and others. However, courage to stupidity would not let her run from this feeling, she had faced it before and come out on top and she would do it again. Day’s passed and the feeling never left, steadily stalking her, making her feel like prey, making her feel weak. By the time two weeks had passed she was tired of whatever game she was being forced to play, tired of feeling as if she was at the mercy of another. Needing the feeling of being embraced by safety, she went to the only place she could think, a little patch of wilderness right outside of town. Here she let herself get lost in the colors and smells that surrounded her, losing herself into the night. She never heard the footsteps coming up from behind.
To this day Yashita has no memories of that night. With no sire or memory, she stumbled her way into the world with full knowledge that everything that goes bump in the night can be bumped right back. She will never let anyone or thing make her that weak again.
