Name: Kahinde {[Pronounced Kah-hin-dee]}
Gender: Female
Short Personality: Kahinde is a rather shy and quiet being, going against her fiery and loud appearance. She tends to flit around, avoiding others. Kahinde does this for two reasons; 1.) She is (as mentioned before) shy, and tends run away and hide from others. 2.) Those who give up on finding and "catching" her, show that they are more likely to give up on things as their friendship. This is a way for to figure out who she would want as a friend. Conveniently, her favorite game happens to be hide-and-go-seek-tag. Kahinde is rather intelligent, and often phrases her words into sentences that may make others confused. She likes to use big words, as one of her favorite things to do is to listen to smart people talk. Kahinde can be rather rude and blunt, but that's just her rusty people skills. She seems to have no filter, but those who are friends with her seem to understand this. She can be rather sweet when she's trying, but sometimes it comes out as sickly sweet, or sarcastic. Speaking of sarcasm, this is a language Kahinde has become rather fond of. It seems many beings do not understand or recognize sarcasm when it is spoken, and Kahinde is rather adept at speaking it. Kahinde has a rather peculiar quirk, as she is kind of a neat freak, hiding away and taking a bath. Bringing us back to the main feature of her being shy. Most don't get to know her, but once they do, she opens up to be this rather snarky, sarcastic, rude yet rather kind being, who in reality, just wants a friend.
Accessory: Kahinde has a necklace, or rather not a necklace. It is a bottle of soap, tied around her neck with an old length of string. When Kahinde was young she wandered around often, and tended to eavesdrop on conversations. She heard a man yelling profanities at the top of his lungs at a woman. The man's face was starting to turn purple, and the woman was cowering in a corner, crying rather quietly, as if her speaking or making noise would upset the man further. The words the man spewed from his mouth were the most repulsive, offensive, vulgar words she had ever heard. Even though they were intended at and for the woman, it made her feel sick, icky, and just all around bad inside. She flitted away, and found a bottle of soap in an open window, and a length of old strings, and tied it around her neck. The bottle of soap is her promise to herself that she would never say such awful things, or befriend anyone who would yell profanities at the top of their lungs.
The string is a creamy brown in color, rubbed raw in some places. It is full of knots from where she has fixed it when it has broken. The bottle is clear, with a green label. The soap inside is light blue in color. It is roughly the same size as her orb, if not smaller.