aradia megid0

Full Name: Aradia Megido
Age: 22
Birthday: 3/30/1989
Gender: Female
Is this an application for a first or second character: First.

Family: Troll
Rank: Member

Strengths:
Keeps a calm composure more often than not.
Good at pick-pocketing.
Is a convincing actress.
Does as told.
Will only fight when its needed.

Weaknesses:
Easily swayed by the safety of Diamonds Droog.
Refuses to be loyal to the trolls.
Easy to irritate.
Easy to bore.
Tends to act rashly.

Description: Aradia is a tall (about 5'8") woman with wavy, long, black hair. Protruding from her scalp is a pair of ram horns that are very useful in knocking down something. She constantly carries an emotionless expression and very rarely breaks it. She only wears black dress clothing or black business suits, and with both she'll either wear a red tie or red jewelry. For fighting reasons she wears a pair of unfashionable black tennis shoes, but she always carries around her favorite pair of 2-inch onyx heels in her purse if she wants to change.
Personality: Normally Aradia is a calm, quiet person who only makes herself known when addressed or when she's annoyed. Being raised by Diamonds Droog and not a lusus (who died early on) has lead her to have the mouth of a sailor and the patience of a burning dynamite stick. She only lightens up around a few of the other trolls, the ones that she's "0kay" with. Her loyalty lies only with herself. While she is protective of Droog, and in fact refers to him as her father, she won't kill anybody unless they are outright threatening his life. She wouldn't ever protect the other trolls from harm or from herself, but she'd at least spare them from death if they ever provoked her.

History: Aradia doesn't remember much of her life before the Midnight Crew adopted her. All she can remember is the face of her lusus and a bunch of red and blue, and then the orange of a monstrous fire. She figures that she got caught and got knocked out when she was trying to escape her burning hive, which caused her amnesia, and her lusus pulled her out just in time, but ended up sacrificing its life. That's what she thinks and she's okay with never knowing. A few nights after the fire, the Midnight Crew found her and, out of a pity that she never understood, took her in. They helped her back on her feet despite the fact that she was a troll. At some point of all this, Droog took a liking to her and ended up raising her (in secret to the rest of the world; the MC is quite aware of their relationship). Shortly after she became old enough to join the mafia, the Felt and the Midnight Crew went at odds again, and Aradia immediately asked to join the MC in order to help. They immediately rejected her request as she was still "too young" by their standards, she was a girl, and she was a troll. Determined to still fight the Felt - as they put Droog's life in danger and she felt like she owed him - she joined Feferi's gang. That's when she put up the fake "happy-go-lucky" attitude in order to charm some of the trolls into trusting her. She's been forced to drop it for several of the trolls, but there are still a few that are unaware of her actual personality.

Other Important Info: She's psychic. As in, she can talk to the dead. Or, really, the dead talk to her and when she tries to ask them questions, they rarely reply. She's given up on understanding them and has in fact learned to ignore them. The only times she'll actually listen to them is when she needs advice on her next move because despite the fact that they're really spooky and, well, dead, the voices can be very wise.
Also, she rarely carries a weapon with her. Whenever she's fighting with someone, she'll take their weapon from them and use it immediately to either kill or maim. The only times she will purposefully carry a weapon or two with her is when she knows she's about to go fight someone out of her skill level.

Roleplay Sample: Show no emotion. The perfect poker face is what throws them off, makes them angry, causes them to be rash. Don't let them get to you and you'll win, hands down. Atta girl; you learn quickly.
"I'll ___ that f___ look off'a yer face, w___!" Aradia's opponent screamed, as if to frighten her. She remained unfazed, however, and swiftly ducked when he threw a wooden crate at her. Her impassiveness only riled him up more and he shouted a multitude slurs at her, his fury causing him to become drunk as he began to stumble and sway. Aradia only laughed inwardly and ran towards the broken wooden crate.
Oh, Droog would be proud if he saw this right now.
She picked up a jagged piece from the shattered crate and wasted no time in using it. Eyes locked on her stumbling opponent, Aradia raced towards him, make-shift weapon in hand. She jumped and swung the plank at him, hitting him right between his jaw and ear. He staggered backwards and she uppercut him with the board, following it quickly with a powerful punch in the face. He fell straight down like a tree, groans of pain flying from his mouth. The troll allowed him to writhe for a few moments as she caught her breath, her long hair strewn across her face and along her back. Pushing her raven locks from her field of vision, Aradia moved to stand over her victim, raising the plank over her head.
Whack!--Whack!--Stab!
The troll quickly stepped away from the body, avoiding the blood spilling from its neck as best as she could. He was dead, that was for sure. Normally she wouldn't have resorted to such extremes, especially as he was a human, but by the symbol on his jacket she knew of his allegiance to the Felt and the fact that he was enlisted to be their mercenary. She couldn't have allowed him to live because of that.
She reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of heels, switching her tennis shoes for them. She had a feeling no more fighting was to happen tonight. Her shoes made a clock, clock, clock noise as she walked away, purpose in her strides. She needed to leave before one of the policemen had their nightly "strolls" through this area of the town. The pocket of her black skirt vibrated three times, signaling that someone was trying to call her. It was either Hearts or one of the Trolls. Or maybe Droog, if he had suddenly decided to get drunk and become a caring sociopath. Her money was on the second of the three choices. Not bothering to check the Caller ID, the troll answered her cell phone.
"Hell0?"

O O C I N F O R M A T I O N

Name: LeFrenchie
Timezone: Central.
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I am proud to announce that you are Accepted!

I can't wait to see your Aradia in action