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Conifer Rachel Kanter
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Conifer; noun. Any of various mostly needle-leaved or
scale-leaved, chiefly evergreen, cone-bearing
gymnospermous trees or shrubs of the order
Coniferales, such as pines, spruces, and firs.
Rachel; proper noun. A Hebrew name meaning "ewe."
Nickname; Connie
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Conifer because it fits her family's "theme"!
Roswell means "mighty horse," which is a thing in
nature; and a taiga too is a natural biome. Not to
mention that conifers grow in taigas! Aerin means
"enlightened" or "strong" and I have taken off with
this a bit in Connie's personality. {Doesn't the word
have the cutest nickname, too? Connie. Sounds
kind of old-fashioned like her father's.} Even Sasuke
Misuto, whose names mean "ninja" and "mist,"
relate to Connie, as she likes to be alone and conceal
herself, ergo the mist bit. As for Castalia, whose
name means "pure," it can be related to Connie's
desire for freedom for all, and everything to be
pure and acceptable. So basically, her name connects
to everyone in her family's. And Connie is the cutest
nickname that ever existed so it's quite fitting! <33
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Though she may be a little girl, Conifer Rachel Kanter
is anything but cutesy. Lean and tomboyish,
she never wears anything remotely feminine,
as it makes her feel limited to a gender, and
despite her tender age, this bean is well aware
of such matters. Connie stands for freedom and
willpower, and refuses to let anyone be bullied for
any reason whatsoever, including gender. She herself
supports LGBTQ+ rights, despite only being seven
years old; her father, Roswell, makes sure that she
is informed about such things. Besides, Connie
possesses a natural intelligence that goes beyond
the knowledge that school teaches; though she is
extremely introverted and doesn't understand the
nature of social people, or people in general, she has
an innate sense of philosophy and deeper knowledge.
Connie is definitely more of a thinker than a doer
or feeler, and uses her sharp intellect to decide what
to do in various situations. Connie is proud of herself,
perhaps even a little stuck-up, as she knows her place
in the world and feels good about it. Her pride makes
her a bit overconfident in her abilities- for instance,
she broke her ankle last year because she thought she
could climb a longleaf pine {and they have no branches
for a good 30 feet up the trunk}. Yet for all her boldness,
Connie is surprisingly dark and ominous for one so young.
Her mind has certainly taken a cynical and pessimistic
path, and is always filled with thoughts about the oddities
of life and the inevitability of death. Her sense of humor
is oddly twisted, and she often pops up with random
remarks about life and death at the most normal of times.
Connie enjoys dark humor, and her jokes seem to carry
violent undertones. One of her favorites is the "Sally" joke,
which can be found in the "Favorites" section~
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Conifer has a strong affinity for her father. She admires his loyalty and strength, and looks up to him as a powerful role model; who wouldn't want to follow in the footsteps of the coolest dad ever? As the youngest child, she knows she can twist him around her tail, and she truly is Daddy's little girl. Her dark sense of humor goes well in couple with his clumsy goofiness, and despite the fact that she teases him often- which can upset poor Ross- they get along perhaps better than any of her siblings do. Though they have their differences, Connie's most basic elements complement her father's, especially the idea of freedom and the ability to achieve whatever you wish to. In that regard, they are almost identical, and it keeps the two closely bonded enough that they've never had a single argument in the seven years of Connie's young life. She feels very close to her father, and always looks to him first for protection or guidance.
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While Connie loves her mom very much, she doesn't look at her the same way she does Roswell. Her father is a character to admire and respect; her mother is still a wonderful bean, but she's a bit too light and cheery for Connie. Like the shadows between the trees, this dark little bean tends to stick to the gloom, with her twisted sense of humor and seemingly random, shockingly dark comments. On the other hand, her mother is all cheer, like happiness incarnate- and that's too much for Conifer to take. Their differences just span too far of a distance for Connie and Taiga to ever truly be close. Undoubtedly she cares about her mother, she feels protective of her, and would die for her; but the question of loving her raises another situation entirely, and one that Connie would rather avoid. Still, they do enjoy the time they have together by inventing fun activities like scavenger hunts, or small trips to the beach, which absolutely thrill Taiaga.
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Like her sister, Connie has taken an interest in biology and anything that lives. Through her dark personality and odd sense of humor, she actually cares a lot for most living things- even though she loves to learn how they work by, er, dissecting them. Also similar to Rin, Conifer is an introvert and her mind works differently than most, in that she doesn't really understand how other people work. This gives them common ground to talk about- mostly discussions on how they think the world should be run, two beans on the outside looking in. She doesn't fully understand her sister's fascination with electricity, or her almost manic desire for experimentation, but their "lightning wars" are delightful fun to Connie, and so she doesn't really question. Aerin is more like a best friend than a true sister to Connie- they bicker like siblings, but in all other regards they seem to treat each other less like family and more like their favorite playmate. That doesn't distill Connie's love for Rin, however, and out of her three siblings, Connie is the closest to her.
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The fact that her brother pretends to be a ninja is amusing enough to Connie. The fact that he poked her with a foam ninja star the second he saw her is even more amusing. Conifer can always rely on her brother for a good laugh, and when he dedicates his sword-sharp mind to creating a game for her to play, she is honored and excited in equal parts. Since he's older than her, Connie naturally looks up to Sasuke; in her youth she thinks that a ninja is a possible career choice, and so believes in her brother one hundred percent. Sometimes they even do "ninja training" together- which usually ends in Connie falling head over stubby tail- but it's great fun nonetheless. Her brother's willingness to play with his littlest sister strikes Connie as peculiar; she'd never get on with another bean so well, not even a member of her own family. Connie's own stubbornness and introverted personality don't prevent her from socializing, but the way that her brother can bend to suit her moods and wants never ceases to amaze her.
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Castalia is the biggest mystery in the family to Connie, a complete enigma, yet entirely of her blood. In a way, she seems to be her parents' worst traits combined- Taiga's cheerful energy, and her willingness to be bossed around, and Roswell's clumsiness. She also has her own elements that make her personality rather distasteful to Connie, including her slight vanity and suck-up attitude. Yet underneath the surface, Connie knows that anxiety lurks, waiting to seize Cas with fear and nerves, and since this dark little bean already displays similar signs of apprehension, she knows enough to respect Cas for being herself. In fact, despite their differences, she and Castalia get along decently; though their age difference causes a bit of an issue, as well as their distinct personalities, and of the four Kanter kids they certainly argue the most. Connie cares about her sister, in a way akin to her feelings for her mother, but again the question of whether she truly loves Castalia emerges. She can't answer definitively, but she does feel oddly protective of her oldest sibling, and would go to great lengths to guard her from her anxiety.
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ƒανσяιтєѕ⟾ тσу ;; Connie has a Appaloosa plush that reminds her greatly of her father. It's so worn from use that the spots are hardly visible anymore, but she takes it everywhere regardless and enjoys playing with it. The toy is enough to make her want a horse of her own, hailing back to the "I want a pony for Christmas!" every year.
⟾ вєℓσηgιηg ;; Out of all of her possessions, Connie greatly treasures her Crinum Pink Flamingo plant. It's not potted, but outside of her bedroom window there is a small crest- more of a slope than even a knoll- and at the very top, her flowers are planted. There are exactly six, and she makes sure that no more than six have ever bloomed- to honor her six beloved family members. It's true that her feelings towards some of them are a bit...distorted, but she cares about them enough to give them the honor of a flower, a symbol that is sacred to Connie-the-biologist's heart. She loves to see the sun rise over the purpley-pink petals, making the colors flare to gold and the leaves to scarlet. These colors are a sign, to her, of the grandeur of her life, and shows her that she enjoys it despite her dark comments about the inevitability of death. Yet Connie hopes that it will outlive all of them- to prove that, despite their differences, and kinks, and oddities, that they are a family, and their bond will last into eternity.
⟾ ѕσηg ;; There's No Good in Goodbye by The Script- being the dark child that she is, Connie takes a deep meaning away from this particular song. In her interpretation, the "mistake" is life- and the pain is in death. Especially in the line "There's no fair in farewell"- the farewell is death, and its cruel embrace rips you from all that you know and launches you into the void. It isn't fair- but it's life, and Connie's cynical view of this resonates within the song.
⟾ вαη∂ ;; Though there are various bands that Connie enjoys, among her favorites- let's say the top three- are Coldplay, The Script ,and Imagine Dragons.
⟾ тν ѕнσω ;; Being the 7-year-old that she is, Connie doesn't watch very mature shows yet; she takes a strong interest in the classic Pokémon, and watches it whenever she finds it on {and pouts when it's not}.
⟾ мσνιє ;; Undoubtedly, Connie's favorite movie is Big Hero 6. It's doubtful she's ever going to stop watching it, even when she's well into adulthood. Though the plot may not be the most intriguing, her connection to the characters and the sheer meaning of the movie will never leave her, and for Christmas she got all of the pop! vinyl figurines.
⟾ ƒσσ∂ ;; Pizza! It's rather a classic, but Connie likes it with a special twist- baking herbs into the dough! When cinnamon is added there's bound to be hysterical effects, but greener ingredients like rosemary or dill add a delectable flavor to the pizza. Connie's favorite, by the way, is pepperoni and bacon with thyme in the dough!
⟾ ∂яιηк ;; It doesn't matter that it dries out her mouth- Connie is in love with the flavor of cranberry lemonade. It's sour, it's sweet, and it's good for you!...if you ignore the sugar. Her favorite taste is sour, so that's not an issue. In fact, she makes it a point to always have cran-lemonade in the house, even if she isn't drinking it- she'll throw a fit otherwise.
⟾ ωєαтнєя ;; True to her dark personality and darker coat, Connie loves the overcast days, with thick cloud cover so that everything seems eternally grey. In the dim light of an afternoon storm, the world is rendered flat and distance is distorted, complementing Connie's thoughts about the illusions of the world. The rain is also nice- it's cool on her fur, pleasant to the ears and eyes, and its wet tickle doesn't bother her in the slightest.
⟾ ѕєαѕση ;; Fall is Connie's favorite season. It's cool but not cold, and it often rains, drizzly and windy. The colors of the rain- grey and dull blue- counter the bright red and gold of the dying leaves, and Connie enjoys the contrast. It also contains many cool holidays, such as Halloween and Thanksgiving!
⟾ cσℓσя ;; Connie's favorite color is- predictably- black. Though it does represent death and sickness and darkness, it also represents the serenity of night. Black is the hidden, the secretive and unknown; it is associated with solitude, with secrecy and protection. All of these are so closely intertwined in Connie's personality- what else could her favorite color be? However, her second favorite color is far more surprising; it's lavender, a hue that suggests romance, femininity and grace, the opposite of Connie's masculine personality.
⟾ ηυмвєя ;; 3; and no, it's not because that's the highest she can count! Three is Connie's favorite number because it is the number that most coniferous trees- including her favorite the longleaf pine- have needle bunches in.
⟾ αηιмαℓ ;; Connie obviously loves the horse most; it is wild, and powerful, yet so regal in bearing; it is grace incarnate. The horse represents spirit, wild and free- it is power, and the victorious bearing of the horse lies within Connie's prideful nature. She knows she has won; she doesn't need anyone to tell her. Connie is full of spirit, she stands for freedom, and her intelligence matches the wisdom of the horse. Is there any reason for it not to be her favorite and spirit animal?
⟾ тιмє σƒ ∂αу ;; Similar to her affinity for the grey screen of rain, Connie adores the thick of twilight, where the sun has dipped over the horizon, but still light taints the air, and it is not yet the black of night. In the mid-light, shadows blend seamlessly into the objects to which they belong, confusing the eyes and twisting the mind. This boggling state of being is almost unearthly; which is precisely why Connie enjoys it.
⟾ αcтινιту ;; Being a bit of a young philosopher, Connie doesn't enjoy much more than simply thinking. She's much more of a thinker than a doer, or a feeler for that matter; her ideal day would be with herbal pepperoni pizza, sitting in the rain on a vast swath of grass while just contemplating life. Her deep manner of thinking has led her on many paths, and most are cynical, but they are oddly enlightening, which is why she enjoys thinking so much.
⟾ נσкє ;; Connie's favorite joke is the dark, yet hilarious, "Sally" joke.
Q: Why did Sally fall off the swing?
A: Because she had no arms.
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Q: Knock knock.
A: Who's there?
Q: Not Sally.
⟾ нσℓι∂αу ;; New Years'; for her birthday or Christmas she doesn't care much about the presents, at Halloween she dresses up in the spirit of the thing but doesn't eat her candy, and for Thanksgiving she only does that; the holidays don't have much meaning to her except New Year's. At the last moment of the old year and the beginning of the new, Conifer can't help but to think of all of her successes and failures, her goals and dreams, strengths and flaws. She especially loves to plan out her next year entirely, by coming up with resolutions and following a strict plan for the entire year. Unlike most, she never forgets or loses sight of her goal, and when she sets a main one, she gets it accomplished every year!
⟾ ѕcєηт ;; The scent of rain on asphalt is one of Connie's favorites. It's sweet, but with a slight acrid tang, and all-over fresh, like nature mixed with the city, wilderness and civilization. Such a combination gets my attention just as much as this little bean's; to Connie it represents a blend, a mix of society, a combination which we have evolved to make possible. Again, deep thoughts.
⟾ ѕσυη∂ ;; Connie's favorite sound is also that of rain; but it's slightly different, as she loves the sound of rain falling through the leaves of pine trees. Some needles split the droplets on contact, with sharp little plink or click sounds, while others let them slide off with softer, more muted ploops. The cacophony is beatific to Conifer, a wonderful music thrummed out to the beat of the forest around her. αвσυт нєя вσ∂у
Connie is slender, though that appearance is due in part to her smooth fur; it is short and sleek, similar to her hair. Thankfully, she keeps herself well-groomed, and her coat appears smooth and unbroken, even when she moves. Connie is of average weight, and maybe even slightly on the heavier side. She has long legs, especially for such a young one, and as such she is a rather tall individual. The length of her tail, however, is a bit more questionable; it's rather short but entirely unnoticeable, as the length and curl of her sleek tail fluff makes up the difference. At times this can be off-putting, as she loses her balance quite easily from not having the long tail to support herself. This strikes others as her being clumsy- which makes sense, as she would inherit it from her father- but she is actually quite elegant, and it irritates her greatly when she trips. When she walks, Connie takes massive strides to accommodate her long legs, and can easily outpace an adult- and she's tall enough to match up to some, already standing at about 4 feet and 3 inches. In anthro form, her hair is long and sleek, and rather thin; it gets oily very easily and is a thick, inky black with teal-green tips. Her eyes are a pale coral color, somewhere between bubblegum pink and sunset red. As a human, Connie's face would still be slightly chubby thanks to her youth, and her legs would seem thin in contrast to the rest of her body because of their length. She has no scars, but walks with a very slight limp since she broke her right ankle last year. Though it's fully healed, it's minutely crooked thanks to the fact that her bones aren't fully solidified because of her age. She also has a small pink birthmark under her left ear, rarely visible because of the way her ears flop. Connie's claws are short, because she bites them so often; no matter what treatment she's given, be it sour apple nail polish or foam covers to hide her nails from view, she will find a way around the obstacle and bite them sheerly out of habit. Her hind nails, however, are quite long, and she doesn't paint them, as she loves their pale jade color.
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- Horses
- Owls
- Pizza
- Nature
- Solitude
- Cats
- Playing with Sasuke
- Experimenting with Aerin
- Riding her father like a horse
- Deep thinking and philosophy
- Learning and gaining knowledge
- Getting what she wants
- Gardening
- Taxonomy/etymology
- Reading
- Drawing and creating field guides
- Confronting death
- Lucid dreaming
- Twilight and grey colours
- Her dark, twisted little self and sense of humor
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- Socializing
- Dogs
- Being treated like she's "too young"
- Being stereotyped
- Having anything to do with strangers
- Nervous breakdowns or the fear of such
- Bright and strobe lights
- Showing any signs of fear
- Individuals who are cautious rather than curt
- Hypocrisy
- Sunny days
- Being judged
- Inequality and unfair treatment of certain groups
- Vanity and attention to beauty standards
- Suck-ups, snobs, and/or teacher's pets
- Being bossed around
- Chickens- living and as food
- Sunny days, especially mornings
- Overly sweet foods
- Pop and country musics
∂яєѕѕ/αccєѕѕσяιєѕConnie tends to dress in a way that isn't quite feminine or masculine, but hovers on the border in between. She loves wearing skinny jeans as much as loose ones, but she also prefers to wear athletic shorts for their flexibility. The one thing she can't stand to wear is tights- give her anything remotely like Spandex material and she might rip it to shreds- and certainly not wear it. Connie also dislikes dresses, though skirts are fine, especially short and colorful ones. As for tops, crop tops and tanks are definitely a no, but she also hates long sleeves or anything lacey. Loose-fitting shirts are awfully uncomfortable, so Connie likes to wear tops that fit tightly, but aren't too short or girly. Her shoes are rarely anything other than her favorite pair of black cowboy boots, which are so worn that the soles are peeling off on one and gone on the other. Connie dislikes sneakers- they pinch her toes- and anything open-toed is unsuitable for the time she spends outdoors. Her usual outfit would consist of a tight blue or green t-shirt; dark blue jeans; and her favorite boots. Jewelry is too gaudy for Connie to ever consider wearing, not to mention it hinders her hands, wrists and neck. However, she has a few accessories that she often wears. One is a small, neat flower headdress, like Taiga's, but where her mother's flowers are red, Connie's are an icy blue with dark navy centers. It may be pretty, but Connie doesn't consider it gaudy; after all, it comes from the Earth, which is the most natural thing she can get! Her other accessory is a small silver horseshoe, which she wears on a dark blue ribbon on her tail, like a charm. Not only does it represent her love for her father Ross, but the horseshoe has always been a sign thought to bring good luck! Even though Connie isn't sure if she believes in luck or karma, it's nice to have a charm that will bring her peace of mind. cнαяαcтєя ѕтяєηgтнѕ/ƒℓαωѕ
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- Very creative and ingenuitive; can find a solution to a problem that everyone else has overlooked.
- Confident about herself and in her abilities; not shaken by the opinions of others.
- Powerful and charismatic; can direct others easily, with force if necessary, almost to the point of bossy.
- Knows how to stay in power; intelligent and cunning.
- Has come to terms with the reality of life and death; candid and brusque when speaking about such topics.
- Picks up on others' intents and emotions easily; can tell when others are lying.
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- Prideful; confident to the point of occasionally overconfident.
- Pessimistic and generally views life with a negative outlook.
- Expects the worst of everyone; unwilling to believe in the goodwill of complete strangers.
- Introverted and antisocial to the point of almost sociopathic; interacts strictly with family and becomes nervous around strangers.
- Messy and disorganized; loses things often and is somewhat of a pack rat.
- Battles anxiety and the shock of intelligence despite youth.
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- Purely out of habit, Connie bites her nails. There's no real reason; not anxiety, or nerves, or anything; it's just a habit. In particular, she bites her nails when reading, or doing some similar activity. No matter what she tries, she can't stop biting them, either- special polish doesn't work, and neither do foam covers.
- Connie is a massive nature addict, an environmentalist to the core. The fact that she chooses to symbolize her family with a flower proves it well enough; and if you can't find her, chances are she's somewhere outdoors. Houses feel closed-in to Connie, giving her a slight sense of claustrophobia, so she prefers to be away from the hubbub of life, in the wide-open outdoors.
- High and sonorous, Connie's voice always seems to carry a slight tremble, and deepens when she's talking about darker topics, such as death. She's not shy and in fact quite brash about these topics, but her voice always changes slightly whenever she opens her mind to them. Due to her age, however, Connie's voice is rather high-pitched, though thankfully it is smooth and fluid, not squeaky or whiny. {Connie knows better than to whine, and she's too haughty to stoop that low in any case.}
- One thing Conifer is infamously recognized for is her constant "Sally" joke. She probably tells it far too often for her family's liking, but it still evokes a laugh every time, and she enjoys telling it, anyway. Her affinity for the darker stuff reaches into her sense of humor as well, and nearly all of her jokes seem to contain violence or darkness under the surface.
- Connie takes note of others' eye colors almost as soon as she meets them. Though her eyesight isn't the sharpest, and nor is her memory, she seems to keep perfect record of all the eyes she's ever seen, and according to her, every single eye is a different shade. No two are ever alike, and she recognizes other beans by their eye colors.
- Even though Connie is in perfect health, she has her allergies, as all do. Aside from pollen allergies, she has a reaction to all chicken products; citrus; molasses; tomatoes; bananas; and kale.
- Connie is an ombrophile and a photophobic; this means she loves rain and takes delight in the feeling of rain, and on the other hand is afraid of or put in pain by exposure to bright lights. While she's never had a seizure as the result of such lights, there is a medical possibility of such happening, so strobe or incredibly bright lights have to be kept away from her.
- Around strangers, Connie often acts out slightly; she becomes bitter and cold, snapping if spoken to because of her strong agoraphobia. She will hide behind Taiga or whomever she's out with, an introvert to the fullest. Any comments about how "cute" she is always pass right over her head; when in large crowds, her rationality shuts down temporarily and she refuses to speak unless spoken to, and then acting rude and harsh. To friends, however- of which Connie has very few- she will be cautiously more open, though still reserved. Connie tends to be a bit of a secret-keeper and won't tell her friends very much about herself.
- Connie is stressed out quite easily. Be it a phobia trigger, or an issue at school, or just a particularly disturbing thought she's had, she can become on edge for days at a time. It hasn't happened yet, but later in her life, Connie has the potential for mental breakdowns...though we're hoping that won't be happening. One sort of situation that predictably stresses her out every time is the thought of school- more particularly why she goes to school when it's pointless. Sadly, she's an intelligent enough 7-year-old to recognize life for what it is and she occasionally has an existential crisis for a few days at a time.
- One of Connie's biggest pet peeves is hypocrites. Liars she can handle- she's been one before and isn't ashamed to admit it- but hypocrites get under her fur worse than mites. To say one thing- or not to do one thing- and then to do it themself directly crosses Connie's mind's "line of freedom," and is a sign of aggression and dominance to her, like saying "I'm better than you." Which wouldn't be a problem if "better" didn't come associated with inequality...but it does, and so it can really peeve little Connie.
- Don't ever go in Connie's room. Ever. Why? It's been described several times as "organized chaos." She's a bit of a messy housekeeper, and also a pack rat- even the tiniest of things hold sentimental value to her, and she refuses to trash almost anything. Thankfully, Taiga and Roswell don't mind, though we're all warning you: if you go into that mess, you might not get out! Connie has promised she'll clean it...someday. She has an awful habit of "half-cleaning"- just shoving objects behind other objects, like dressers. Sadly, there are no magical portals behind said dressers, and the object remains there, even when you forget about it. So basically, there's a mess everywhere. As mentioned, Connie is a bit disorganized.