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give it up for my cute patoot rattie for Forest-Of-The-Lost

--basic identity
      name-- Margaret Chen
                nicknames-- Maggie, Mags, Marge, Margie etc etc
    age-- 26 years old
                date of birth-- September 18th
    team-- blue
    rank-- seeker
    weapon-- slingshot

--physical appearance
    species-- fancy rat (rattus norvegicus)
                colors and markings-- blue blazed, ruby eyed
    height-- 5'0
    weight-- 105lb
    injuries-- blind in one eye (due to accident when alive)
    outfit-- iridescent sleeveless turtleneck tucked into blue-black slacks, paired with faded converse and blue varsity jacket.

--gender and sexuality
    sex-- female
              gender-- feminine (she/her)
      sexual orientation-- pansexual
              prefers-- androgynous males
      romantic orientation-- panromantic
              prefers-- feminine females
    status-- single
            prefers-- friend w/ benefits, flings, casual dating

--personality
    traits--  •meek •analytical •sweet •maternal •organized •driven •naive •hesitant •anxious •fussy •jealous •overemotional

    likes--
          →puzzles
          →relaxed personalities
          →warmth
          →good grooming
          →fruit!!

    dislikes--
          →bugs
          →assertive personalities
          →dirt
          →boredom
          →fish

    interests--
          →problem-solving
          →education
          →cooking
          →helping people
          →knitting

    trivia--
          →her eye injury is related to an incident she had with a student
          →her slingshot is one she had confiscated from a younger student prior to her death. she's actually shit with her aim.
          →she really really really likes to do other people's hair. please let her.
          →she has a tiny bit of a complex about her height, and wishes she were taller. she thinks that people might respect her more if she were.
          →she actually really loves math. what a goddamn nerd.

--backstory
    occupation-- high school teacher (geometry & calculus)

    history--
            She was the eldest child of an immigrant family, and pushed herself to do well in school. As a result, she graduated top of her class in university, and became a teacher at a high school in a neighboring suburb. There, she was known to be a sweet and understanding educator that students really liked. Problems began to arise when a particularly pushy student began to act on his crush on her though, taking it too far. She was publicly shamed in the months prior to her death. As a result, she is hesitant to get too close to anyone, particularly assertive people, male and female alike.

--rp information
    timezone-- Pacific Standard Time (PST)

    where-- skype or notes, occasionally comments. (I'm azuredragonneko on skype.)

    example-- (taken from separate RP)
    Vivianne groaned audibly as she finally pushed herself up into a sitting position. She could feel numerous bruises forming on her torso, and when she inhaled, a sharp pain made itself known on one of her ribs. It too was likely bruised at best, but it could easily be cracked. She cursed the steel-toed boots that the guards wore, as well as her own stupidity. If she hadn't provoked them, she wouldn’t be so sore now, but she couldn't bring herself to regret her outburst. Physically she'd hit a new low but mentally? Oh, she was on a high! She'd finally stuck it to those assholes, and it felt so good.
Rising up off of the bed, she winced as another stabbing pain hit her battered belly. She needed to scrub the dirt off and inspect the damage underneath, as she suspected that her skin had been broken in some places. Staggering towards the door, she caught herself on the frame, just missing the table next to it. Vivianne leaned on the wall, huffing, and grabbed the rusty pail resting on the table. She needed to search for a replacement soon, else the rust-weakened bottom would eventually fall through. Bracing herself for the very real possibility that she might fall on her face, she stepped out the door, eyes squinting against the sudden brightness of day.

Description
give it up for my cute patoot rattie for Forest-Of-The-Lost

--basic identity
      name-- Margaret Chen
                nicknames-- Maggie, Mags, Marge, Margie etc etc
    age-- 26 years old
                date of birth-- September 18th
    team-- blue
    rank-- seeker
    weapon-- slingshot

--physical appearance
    species-- fancy rat (rattus norvegicus)
                colors and markings-- blue blazed, ruby eyed
    height-- 5'0
    weight-- 105lb
    injuries-- blind in one eye (due to accident when alive)
    outfit-- iridescent sleeveless turtleneck tucked into blue-black slacks, paired with faded converse and blue varsity jacket.

--gender and sexuality
    sex-- female
              gender-- feminine (she/her)
      sexual orientation-- pansexual
              prefers-- androgynous males
      romantic orientation-- panromantic
              prefers-- feminine females
    status-- single
            prefers-- friend w/ benefits, flings, casual dating

--personality
    traits--  •meek •analytical •sweet •maternal •organized •driven •naive •hesitant •anxious •fussy •jealous •overemotional

    likes--
          →puzzles
          →relaxed personalities
          →warmth
          →good grooming
          →fruit!!

    dislikes--
          →bugs
          →assertive personalities
          →dirt
          →boredom
          →fish

    interests--
          →problem-solving
          →education
          →cooking
          →helping people
          →knitting

    trivia--
          →her eye injury is related to an incident she had with a student
          →her slingshot is one she had confiscated from a younger student prior to her death. she's actually shit with her aim.
          →she really really really likes to do other people's hair. please let her.
          →she has a tiny bit of a complex about her height, and wishes she were taller. she thinks that people might respect her more if she were.
          →she actually really loves math. what a goddamn nerd.

--backstory
    occupation-- high school teacher (geometry & calculus)

    history--
            She was the eldest child of an immigrant family, and pushed herself to do well in school. As a result, she graduated top of her class in university, and became a teacher at a high school in a neighboring suburb. There, she was known to be a sweet and understanding educator that students really liked. Problems began to arise when a particularly pushy student began to act on his crush on her though, taking it too far. She was publicly shamed in the months prior to her death. As a result, she is hesitant to get too close to anyone, particularly assertive people, male and female alike.

--rp information
    timezone-- Pacific Standard Time (PST)

    where-- skype or notes, occasionally comments. (I'm azuredragonneko on skype.)

    example-- (taken from separate RP)
    Vivianne groaned audibly as she finally pushed herself up into a sitting position. She could feel numerous bruises forming on her torso, and when she inhaled, a sharp pain made itself known on one of her ribs. It too was likely bruised at best, but it could easily be cracked. She cursed the steel-toed boots that the guards wore, as well as her own stupidity. If she hadn't provoked them, she wouldn’t be so sore now, but she couldn't bring herself to regret her outburst. Physically she'd hit a new low but mentally? Oh, she was on a high! She'd finally stuck it to those assholes, and it felt so good.
Rising up off of the bed, she winced as another stabbing pain hit her battered belly. She needed to scrub the dirt off and inspect the damage underneath, as she suspected that her skin had been broken in some places. Staggering towards the door, she caught herself on the frame, just missing the table next to it. Vivianne leaned on the wall, huffing, and grabbed the rusty pail resting on the table. She needed to search for a replacement soon, else the rust-weakened bottom would eventually fall through. Bracing herself for the very real possibility that she might fall on her face, she stepped out the door, eyes squinting against the sudden brightness of day.