Name: Dove

Age: 21

Gender: Female

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Appearance:

A small creature this one, coming in at 5'2" and 110 pounds soaking wet. She's slender over all, but she has an hourglass figure. Her shoulders are narrow while she has a decently sized bust, small waist, and wide hips with thicker thighs. On first glance, one would think she's sweet as could be, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Her innocent looking doe eyes are hazel in color, often appearing golden in the sun. Her face is heart shaped, with her cheekbones being high and her jawline softly defined. Her nose is button like and slightly upturned with her lips being full and rounded, giving her the perfect little pout. Her skin is a warm tan color, free of any blemishes or acne. She does have a washing of freckles right over the bridge of her nose that disperses out to her cheeks. Her hair is luxurious and to die for, as she's spent many years making it her pride and joy. It's soft and silky to the touch, its warm brown color accented by natural blonde and auburn highlights throughout. It is long, ending just above her rear in soft curls. Her way of dress is simple, as fancy, elegant clothing often makes her uncomfortable, though that's not to say she doesn't clean up nicely. She just prefers leggings and oversized t-shirts.

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Personality:

Dove is soft spoken and quiet most of the time. She's easy going and kind, never stepping out of her place for the sheer reason of she doesn't want to. Her comfort zone is there for a reason and she has no wish to expand it at the time. She'd much rather keep to herself and wait for someone else to approach her. She often wears her heart on her sleeve as well. Her feelings can be easily hurt, but she's not one to hold a grudge if she's been apologized to or if she's realized she's in the wrong. Dove is a caring individual who wants nothing more than to see that her loved ones are safe and cared for. (More in Rp)

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Strengths: Hard working and a quick thinker. She can think or talk her way out of almost any stick situation.

Weaknesses: Her small stature leaves her vulnerable to others and easily overpowered. She becomes overwhelmed in crowded spaces.

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Backstory: Dove was born into a family who constantly worked to scrape by and make a living. While she didn't have the other things that wealthier children had, she still had a very happy childhood and her parents did everything they could to provide for her. Shes worked hard her whole life to make something of herself, though she's still not as well off as she'd like to be. She works multiple odd end jobs to make things meet, but it seems that the money is never enough and costs stay getting higher.

Returning home from several hours away had its own excitements and stressful moments, but when he arrived at the luxuriously decorated house he knew something was up. Entering the house, he was greeted by his overly enthusiastic mother. Dragged away with words of encouragement he was herded into their supposed party room. Instead of the usual empty room, he found a crowded and noisy gathering. Of course, they had done it again. His parents were not unknown for hosting random parties with no warning. Now, hours later, he was dressed in his nicest outfit and shooed out of his room to 'Socialize and make friends'. Ah yes, loving and caring parents. By this point he was awkwardly talking with an owner of some local large business.

Half listening and half fiddling with the metal binded to his left arm he nodded ocassionally, making sure to keep his 'attention' on the other man. Of course, his mind was elsewhere, and whatever interest he did have had quickly disappeared. With his head in the clouds he had not been prepared for the sudden weight on his back. Fortunately, he was quick to return to his senses and managed to remain upright. With a look of concern, he peered over his shoulder, mildly surprised to see a young woman there. "Everything alright, miss?" He queried, turning to face her as golden eyes look her up and down, suposedly to check for injury. The man whom he had been speaking to also looked concerned, but quickly left the scene.

Golden gaze followed the careless man as he left a light shake of his head was given, a brief look of displeasure crossing his face. Attention soon returned to the woman, a rare and fleeting smile offered in reassurance. "No need for worry. It was not your fault." His words came out in a softened tone, though still loud enough to hear over the chatter. A flicker of amusement was noticeable in his eyes, though it didn't linger as he returned to his normal calm demeanor. "I am alright. No harm done." He nods, golden gaze focusing on her hazel ones. Was she always this nervous? Was it perhaps his height that intimidated? He never knew. As much as he wished it, he was not the best at reading others. "Ah-how rude of me. I am Lionel. May I ask your name?" He inquired, though not for any particular reason, simply curiousity and politeness.