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I don't even know what this became... I started out wanting to draw a furry chiima, with no shading or anything wearing what I am wearing now, and being sexy because I can't be sexy if I tried but.. then it turned human.. and then it turned into myself.. and somewhere along the way I started to shade.... and then I began listening to Rent and it became a reference sheet... ish...
except I never wear my hair up unless I'm going to bed... like now
In any case, why waste a perfectly good reference?

Name:: Felix, (mysterious middle name I don't like and you don't get to know) (Scottish last name)
Gender:: Female
height:: 5'5''
Weight:: 113 lbs
Body type:: Petite
DoB:: July 11
Age:: 18
Sign:: Cancer
S/O Straight
Personality:: I am a quirky person, very cautious and very reserved. I don't like people knowing much of my right off the bat and I tend to lie a lot about myself. When it comes to where I've been, what I've done, who I've seen, what I'm feeling, I generally ... stretch the truth because for some reason, I feel like everything about me should be kept a secret and that every little detail could let someone unwanted into my life. I have been hurt and I have scars from it. I used to be a happy-go-lucky child without a care in the world. With this joy, I also had no friends and with a rude wake up call from reality, I vowed never to be like my annoying little self again. I try my best to be the person everybody likes. I listen to others' problems, I try to solve them, I make time for my friends should they need it regardless of my own life's schedule. I will always lend a helping hand to those in need, and sob stories really get to me. Since my own life has been more or less a sob story of it's own, I can really relate to those who are suffering, and I don't want anyone to go through what I've been through so whenever I can, I do as much as I can to help. I can take a large amount of physical pain fairly well without complaining, or crying. I have been masochistic and self harming in the past so I am used to it. (I also have an older brother who liked to inflict pain on me as we grew up). However when it comes to emotional pain, from the severe overdose of it in my life, I can be quite the crybaby. It doesn't take much emotion to make me cry, or feel badly about myself. My mood changes easily. I can be quite happy one second, and ready to cry the next. If I get frustrated, or mad, that translates into sorrow. I never lose my temper, or raise my voice but I do cry quite often and I (mostly) always make sure to do it in private where no one can see me. On the contrary to all of this negative stuff, I am quite a fun person. I love to laugh, and I love to make others laugh (even at my own expense). I love to act like a goof, and I love positive people who share my own likes. If I am scared, I like being scared with someone (such as when I am afraid of a spider, I like to scream about it with a friend who is equally scared by my side). I am athletic, and I love to run and joke around. I am one of the most loyal people you will meet and I am also one of the more strange people too. I know a lot of useless facts, and I like to blurt them out at random times. When I feel the time is right, I also play stupid to make others laugh, or to save my own butt from my dumb comments. I act stupid a lot, but truth is, I am decently smart (Although it doesn't come through all that often). Because of my past and who I used to be, I am extremely self conscious and any remarks toward what I look like, who I am, or anything about me that might be a bad thing, I do not take well. I have slight social phobia just to the point where I am always worried I look weird, or something might be wrong with me and people are looking and me because of it. I always worry people are laughing at me, or staring at me and judging me. I have a beauty mark on the left side of my chin near my mouth and I am very self conscious about that too. If someone points it out, I have to hide it and either turn my face away, or just walk away from them in embarrassment. I don't do well with "I think there's something on your face" or "open your mouth and show me your teeth" because I take that one as "there's something in your teeth and you're disgusting because you're a lady and ladies do not have things in their teeth." I take a lot of little things people say as bad things that I should be scared of. I am very hard on myself, and I don't take compliments well because I don't feel I deserve them. through the flaws though, I am a straight A student, a sympathetic, caring person, and a loyal friend.
Fursona:: Chiima is my baby. She was created in the worst time of my life, when I had no one to turn to. I had heard of a thing called a 'fursona' and so, after looking on DeviantART at all the amazing fursonas, I wanted to create my own. It took me months to settle on a design, after countless sparkle cats, then sparkle dogs and wolves, then finally sparkle foxes. I had thought "the more colourful and ungodly of a design, the better"... Jesus did I create some monstrosities... After my first fox fursona which stayed the longest from all of the other creations (a good couple weeks), I changed her to CLOSE to what chiima became. I changed to a cat again, but it was a grey cat with 5 stripes and a purple belly, legs, arms, tail, face and other chiima-esque markings. After a little while, I forgot exactly what she looked like and what I came up with in the absence of this knowledge, Chiima was born. She was first a cat, and she stayed that way for awhile, but when I thought I might want her to be a fox, I drew her as some kind of indistinguishable-cat-fox-like-hybrid-thing. Soon, She became a fox and she stayed that way. I have had her for just over 3 years, and I love her more than (possibly) anyone. I couldn't ever give her up and if someone asked me "Chiima, or your close friend" well.. I just don't want to make that choice. Chiima is a part of me, and it aggravates me (and my OCD) immeasurably when someone draws my baby the way she was NOT meant to be drawn. ugh.. don't even get me started because I'll rant. Anyways, Chiima is my one and only and I love her.
Quirks::
#1. One of my more prominent quirks is that I have (quite severe) OCD. I've had OCD ever since I can remember, and most of the time it works against me and my sanity. Anyone who knows me in reality will definitely notice, and even strangers comment on my obsessions and compulsions. Some things I do most are -- Never stepping on cracks, counting in 3s (or just counting), skipping steps with items on them, straightening things, and quite a lot more that I don't care to put down.
#2. I HATE even numbers. Whenever I am numbered, or telling people numbers (be it age, year, or even time), I make it an odd number on impulse. Even numbers bother me to no end and odd numbers comfort me.
#3. As stated above, I am very specific with times. If I am inviting someone to my house, I will say "3:07, 4:53, 12:15" etc.. I won't settle on the 4:30s, 6:00, or 7:45/15s of the world. Nope. Nope. Nope.
Musical preferences:: I love a lot of everything. My top 5 genres are probably pop, Musical, country/folk, electronic/techno, classical (not rock, but classical like... Bach and Vivaldi n' stuff.) The only music I really don't like a lot of are the Classic rock, the Blues and the Reggaes of the world. Even in these though, I could find songs I like.
Skills:: Art, (13 years exp), Piano (12 years exp), Soccer (12 years exp)
Any extra info::
- I don't take any physical pain in regards to my stomach well
- I am an extreme emetophobe (I am petrified of anything relating to the topic of getting sick ie:: Vomiting)
- I am a slight germophobe (because of the above issue)
- I am hypoglycaemic (kind of like a lame diabetic)
- I hate flying in airplanes
- I have 3 tattoos --> Both wrists Left wrist says "lumos", Right wrist says "Nox" and a rabbit on my back between my shoulderblades
-I am recovering from a 4/5 year-long depression
-I have various anxiety disorders which heightens my phobias and OCD to uncomfortable levels
- I love tea. My favorite is Green tea
- 34 B. Because we all needed to know
- I have owned many rabbits over the years, and I have one now. Her name is Alice and she lives around our house, enjoying the grasses and whatnot. I also have a cat and my family is the owner of 1 cat (mine), 2 dogs, 1 bunny (mine) and 4 ponies. (maybe 3 ponies and 1 horse... I don't keep track)
- I am a terrible grammar Nazi (even though I can sometimes be off). Terrible spelling, punctuation and grammar annoy the hell out of me (another OCD thing) and I just.. I can't take it sometimes. I make enemies because I correct..
- Since I was.... maybe 11, hugs or contact of any kind have felt weird to me, and it's only gotten worse through the years. I stopped hugging people (even my family) at age 11, and I haven't really done much hugging since then. Only a few people can hug me (that I will allow) and there are only 2 people who I will go up to and hug myself. I still don't let my family hug me. MAYBE once at Christmas... nope. Not even then.- Maybe because of the limited amount of hugs I give, (maybe not) people say I give really good hugs. <3
-I like to collect soaps 'v'
- when I move out of my house, I will also like to collect mugs.

IF YOU READ ALL OF THAT, BROWNIE POINTS TO YOU, MY FRIEND. YOU NOW KNOW SO MUCH ABOUT ME IT'S ALMOST UNNESSECARY.

Description
I don't even know what this became... I started out wanting to draw a furry chiima, with no shading or anything wearing what I am wearing now, and being sexy because I can't be sexy if I tried but.. then it turned human.. and then it turned into myself.. and somewhere along the way I started to shade.... and then I began listening to Rent and it became a reference sheet... ish...
except I never wear my hair up unless I'm going to bed... like now
In any case, why waste a perfectly good reference?

Name:: Felix, (mysterious middle name I don't like and you don't get to know) (Scottish last name)
Gender:: Female
height:: 5'5''
Weight:: 113 lbs
Body type:: Petite
DoB:: July 11
Age:: 18
Sign:: Cancer
S/O Straight
Personality:: I am a quirky person, very cautious and very reserved. I don't like people knowing much of my right off the bat and I tend to lie a lot about myself. When it comes to where I've been, what I've done, who I've seen, what I'm feeling, I generally ... stretch the truth because for some reason, I feel like everything about me should be kept a secret and that every little detail could let someone unwanted into my life. I have been hurt and I have scars from it. I used to be a happy-go-lucky child without a care in the world. With this joy, I also had no friends and with a rude wake up call from reality, I vowed never to be like my annoying little self again. I try my best to be the person everybody likes. I listen to others' problems, I try to solve them, I make time for my friends should they need it regardless of my own life's schedule. I will always lend a helping hand to those in need, and sob stories really get to me. Since my own life has been more or less a sob story of it's own, I can really relate to those who are suffering, and I don't want anyone to go through what I've been through so whenever I can, I do as much as I can to help. I can take a large amount of physical pain fairly well without complaining, or crying. I have been masochistic and self harming in the past so I am used to it. (I also have an older brother who liked to inflict pain on me as we grew up). However when it comes to emotional pain, from the severe overdose of it in my life, I can be quite the crybaby. It doesn't take much emotion to make me cry, or feel badly about myself. My mood changes easily. I can be quite happy one second, and ready to cry the next. If I get frustrated, or mad, that translates into sorrow. I never lose my temper, or raise my voice but I do cry quite often and I (mostly) always make sure to do it in private where no one can see me. On the contrary to all of this negative stuff, I am quite a fun person. I love to laugh, and I love to make others laugh (even at my own expense). I love to act like a goof, and I love positive people who share my own likes. If I am scared, I like being scared with someone (such as when I am afraid of a spider, I like to scream about it with a friend who is equally scared by my side). I am athletic, and I love to run and joke around. I am one of the most loyal people you will meet and I am also one of the more strange people too. I know a lot of useless facts, and I like to blurt them out at random times. When I feel the time is right, I also play stupid to make others laugh, or to save my own butt from my dumb comments. I act stupid a lot, but truth is, I am decently smart (Although it doesn't come through all that often). Because of my past and who I used to be, I am extremely self conscious and any remarks toward what I look like, who I am, or anything about me that might be a bad thing, I do not take well. I have slight social phobia just to the point where I am always worried I look weird, or something might be wrong with me and people are looking and me because of it. I always worry people are laughing at me, or staring at me and judging me. I have a beauty mark on the left side of my chin near my mouth and I am very self conscious about that too. If someone points it out, I have to hide it and either turn my face away, or just walk away from them in embarrassment. I don't do well with "I think there's something on your face" or "open your mouth and show me your teeth" because I take that one as "there's something in your teeth and you're disgusting because you're a lady and ladies do not have things in their teeth." I take a lot of little things people say as bad things that I should be scared of. I am very hard on myself, and I don't take compliments well because I don't feel I deserve them. through the flaws though, I am a straight A student, a sympathetic, caring person, and a loyal friend.
Fursona:: Chiima is my baby. She was created in the worst time of my life, when I had no one to turn to. I had heard of a thing called a 'fursona' and so, after looking on DeviantART at all the amazing fursonas, I wanted to create my own. It took me months to settle on a design, after countless sparkle cats, then sparkle dogs and wolves, then finally sparkle foxes. I had thought "the more colourful and ungodly of a design, the better"... Jesus did I create some monstrosities... After my first fox fursona which stayed the longest from all of the other creations (a good couple weeks), I changed her to CLOSE to what chiima became. I changed to a cat again, but it was a grey cat with 5 stripes and a purple belly, legs, arms, tail, face and other chiima-esque markings. After a little while, I forgot exactly what she looked like and what I came up with in the absence of this knowledge, Chiima was born. She was first a cat, and she stayed that way for awhile, but when I thought I might want her to be a fox, I drew her as some kind of indistinguishable-cat-fox-like-hybrid-thing. Soon, She became a fox and she stayed that way. I have had her for just over 3 years, and I love her more than (possibly) anyone. I couldn't ever give her up and if someone asked me "Chiima, or your close friend" well.. I just don't want to make that choice. Chiima is a part of me, and it aggravates me (and my OCD) immeasurably when someone draws my baby the way she was NOT meant to be drawn. ugh.. don't even get me started because I'll rant. Anyways, Chiima is my one and only and I love her.
Quirks::
#1. One of my more prominent quirks is that I have (quite severe) OCD. I've had OCD ever since I can remember, and most of the time it works against me and my sanity. Anyone who knows me in reality will definitely notice, and even strangers comment on my obsessions and compulsions. Some things I do most are -- Never stepping on cracks, counting in 3s (or just counting), skipping steps with items on them, straightening things, and quite a lot more that I don't care to put down.
#2. I HATE even numbers. Whenever I am numbered, or telling people numbers (be it age, year, or even time), I make it an odd number on impulse. Even numbers bother me to no end and odd numbers comfort me.
#3. As stated above, I am very specific with times. If I am inviting someone to my house, I will say "3:07, 4:53, 12:15" etc.. I won't settle on the 4:30s, 6:00, or 7:45/15s of the world. Nope. Nope. Nope.
Musical preferences:: I love a lot of everything. My top 5 genres are probably pop, Musical, country/folk, electronic/techno, classical (not rock, but classical like... Bach and Vivaldi n' stuff.) The only music I really don't like a lot of are the Classic rock, the Blues and the Reggaes of the world. Even in these though, I could find songs I like.
Skills:: Art, (13 years exp), Piano (12 years exp), Soccer (12 years exp)
Any extra info::
- I don't take any physical pain in regards to my stomach well
- I am an extreme emetophobe (I am petrified of anything relating to the topic of getting sick ie:: Vomiting)
- I am a slight germophobe (because of the above issue)
- I am hypoglycaemic (kind of like a lame diabetic)
- I hate flying in airplanes
- I have 3 tattoos --> Both wrists Left wrist says "lumos", Right wrist says "Nox" and a rabbit on my back between my shoulderblades
-I am recovering from a 4/5 year-long depression
-I have various anxiety disorders which heightens my phobias and OCD to uncomfortable levels
- I love tea. My favorite is Green tea
- 34 B. Because we all needed to know
- I have owned many rabbits over the years, and I have one now. Her name is Alice and she lives around our house, enjoying the grasses and whatnot. I also have a cat and my family is the owner of 1 cat (mine), 2 dogs, 1 bunny (mine) and 4 ponies. (maybe 3 ponies and 1 horse... I don't keep track)
- I am a terrible grammar Nazi (even though I can sometimes be off). Terrible spelling, punctuation and grammar annoy the hell out of me (another OCD thing) and I just.. I can't take it sometimes. I make enemies because I correct..
- Since I was.... maybe 11, hugs or contact of any kind have felt weird to me, and it's only gotten worse through the years. I stopped hugging people (even my family) at age 11, and I haven't really done much hugging since then. Only a few people can hug me (that I will allow) and there are only 2 people who I will go up to and hug myself. I still don't let my family hug me. MAYBE once at Christmas... nope. Not even then.- Maybe because of the limited amount of hugs I give, (maybe not) people say I give really good hugs. <3
-I like to collect soaps 'v'
- when I move out of my house, I will also like to collect mugs.

IF YOU READ ALL OF THAT, BROWNIE POINTS TO YOU, MY FRIEND. YOU NOW KNOW SO MUCH ABOUT ME IT'S ALMOST UNNESSECARY.