Kiri Hawkeye

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Name: Kiri Rozianna Hawkeye
State Name: The Frost Alchemist
Alias/Nickname: Frost

Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: American?
DOB: Feb. 13
Birthplace: Born in a small town called Lastellia
Current Location: Wanderer

Height: 5'5"
Weight: 130 lbs
Eye color: blue
Hair color: blonde
Hair Style: Usually down
Clothing: Normal, casual or military clothing
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Personality: Hot-headed, clumsy and a bit air-headed at times
Darkest Secret: She still plays dress-up
Deepest Fear: She fears being forgotten, alchemy and the dark (odd for a 19 year old woman)


Skills: She has ice-based alchemy attributes and is a pretty goot sharpshooter
Weapons: handgun
Transportation: bicycle
Special Item: A necklace her mother gave her

Family: Riza Hawkeye
History:
Kiri was always a normal girl, despite her inability to stand on her own two feet. She was always dependent on someone for help. However this changed, when she saw as group of kids beating up a defenseless cat. She tried to intervene, but was all too easily over taken by a bully. She felt awful and couldn't sleep for weeks, before deciding to strive to be stronger. So, she left home for the military.

Soon after, she found her ability in alchemy. Despite how easy it came to her, she refused to use it. She was always afraid that someone would get hurt if she lost control and shunned that part of her. Unnatural was what she would call it. As well as a freak part of her that needed to be forgotten. Instead she took up a handgun and swore to protect people by it, instead. She found it alot more comforting that the power was limited and wouldn't leave her in a mess.
RP Sample:

Kiri rode her bicycle down the hill. It was always more fun to go downhill. She felt practically airborne, despite the strange looks she got from pedestrians. She held her hands in the air, "I'm freee!" She giggled softly to herself; closing her eyes temporarily, then, grabbed the handles again.

She never knew how weird she looked, a 19 yer old girl who tended to still wear childish clothes in her free time and played dress-up in her freetime. She skidded to a hault at the military facility; the only one to lock a bike to the rusted and underused railing. Wiping her brow, she smiled. It would be a hot one! But she was always optimistic! She felt a sting of pride in her chest as she boldly walked through the door.

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Approved by me, now you need the approval of one other admin. I suggest you go ahead and register for the military as well.

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Approved.

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