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Name: Atira Lael Adamina Name Meaning: 'Prayer of a God to the Earth', roughly. Age: 12, nearing 13 Sun Sign/Birthdate: September 2, 1990/Virgo (Irony: Atira's birthday is on the day that Anchorage School District starts school.) School: U.S. Hanshew Jr. High; Coral Team City: Anchorage, Alaska Grade: Seventh Grade. I could run down her schedule, if you'd liiiike. <3 Haircolor: Pitch-black Eyecolor: Dark brown. Haristyle: Atira's pitch-black hair is cut so that her bangs fall, lengthy in front, shorter in the back. The mainstay of her hair starts behind her ears and is shorter than her bangs, but it is slanted so that the hair at the very back of her neck is long enough to brush her shoulders. History: Atira was born into a family of the upper middle class. They weren't millionares, per se, but Atira was, and still is, well-cared for. Her parents were aloof, leaving her alone as a latchkey kid, possibly to party. One day, when four-year-old Atira ran out to greet her parents, one of her father's ex-drinking buddies decided to exact revenge upon the Adamina family. Bullets were flying, and a stray one nicked Atira's right hand as she fled into her house. Another stray bullet shattered the windows of the house, and a stray, large peice nearly cut Atira's neck. Atira, caught up within the stress, lapsed into a coma. Her parents nearly signed a form of consent to allow her to be taken off of everything keeping her alive, but she awaoke screaming a word: 'Stelliger'. What happened while she was in a mentally enforced sleep, nobody knows. Atira moved from Fairbanks to Anchorage, to live with her grandmother and cousin. Atira grew up in scorn of her classmates, for her unnatural knowledge of how to care for herself, and her ability to read before she entered school. This resentment grew with the children until one day, one menacing skater in the fourth grade attempted to beat Atira out of her playground hiding spot. Atira's reaction was totally unexpected by all parties. Atira, who was reading a particulary large hardcover book, smacked her attacker in the face with it. The other children attempted to come close to her, to touch her, but one commented on the scar on her right hand, a hardly unnoticable thing. Except when it was glowing mauve. The other children speard the word of Atira's glowing scar and left her alone after that, which was all the same to her. She didn't care. When Bowman's sixth grade graduation came around, Atira's hopes soared for the ability to be accepted in some group of kids or the other. Personality: Atira is generally curious when out in the real world. To her, the world is an open book, and every day is a new page she can write. She is quite citywise, but she still has to master the bus routes of Anchorage. When she is dealing with the old Bowman crowd, she is emboldened by her foes' fear, and flaunts it. She can be quite vindictive, but only after she has been acted upon. She is in emotional inertia, in a way. Whenever she senses something arwy in her civillian form, she will flee. At least, that's how it will be until she becomes more familiar with her powers. Call her crueler and more vindictive, as well as bolder, in her Angel form, and you've hit the nail on the head. Description: Atira stands at five feet, three inches tall, and shew weighs around one-hundred and thirty pounds. She carries herself boldly and with the barest threat of trouble in the city, back straight, shoulders level. She moves with a powerful, lengthy stride. Her hair is often loose. Atira wears sneakers with good arch support. These are athletic, of course. Atira's dress is causal, always comfortable, and suiting to the occasion, and is usually in colors that compliment her Native Alaskan skin tone. |