Username: HanLou
Name: "Leslie Issy Joubert. Lez-lee, iz-ee, Hew-burt."
Nickname: "Les, or Issy. I'm not strict on names- call me what you want, I'll still be the same person."
Gender: "Female. I apologize if I have made that un-obvious- you're not the only one to have been mistaken."
Age: "I'm 24. Those girls that lie about their age- I don't know why they try to hide it. It's proof I've survived this long- more like an achievement."
How old they appear: "Around my real age, 24, actually."
Eye Color: "Grey. Like a rainy day, or fresh cement."
Hair color length and style: "A little longer than my shoulders, my hair ginger hair is generally straight, with a few waves. I normally wear it down and pushed behind my shoulders, or braided up in a crown french braid, to keep it out of the way."
Weight and height: "I'm a twig of a girl. At 5' 5'' and 120 pounds, I can't say I haven't been lifted off the ground by friends, as well as monsters, any less than 200 times."
Type of body (build): "Short and skinny- But I'm built tough- I'm like a plastic doll. I'm small, but when you bend me, I bend more often than I snap- only broken bones are my ribs."
Distinguishing marks(dimples, moles, scars, birthmarks, etc.): "Well, I have freckles on my face, arms, legs, and back. I have have two white cuts on each wrist when a demon decided I didn't suffer enough from broken ribs. Lets see. I have too many scars to count, luckily all are barely noticeable. Most are on my back. That was a... bad hunt."
healthy?: "Well, for the most part." If you ask her enough, she might let on, but don't expect her to tell you how it is- she'll sugar-coat it.
If not, why not? Or why are they healthy?: "I mean, it's no big deal at all. I'm sure it's nothing."
Do they look healthy? Why/why not?: "Well yeah, of course."
Other accessories: "I have a necklace with a small iron cross on the end, made from two old iron nails wrapped together with some fishing wire. I have two plain leather bracelets on my right wrist, both from my father. Those stay on with any outfit, no matter what. My uncle, a priest, blessed the cross for me when my mother passed."
Favorites: "Any type of fruit, chocolate milk, big dogs- the little ones are always squirrel-ly, honestly I could kick them further than their body length doubled. Not that I kick them- I love animals."
Mode of transport: "I have a bicycle- most of the public buses let me bring it with- when they don't I either ride across the state, sad and alone, or I find someone who will let me hitch hike. I figure if I can capture and exorcise a demon, I can handle myself with some creeper-man who doesn't know squat."
Hobbies: "Reading, drawing, hiking. I love to climb anything I can, including trees, rocks; I used to sit on top of the old barn at my house."
Personality: Leslie has a happy-go-lucky, optimistic young woman. She's always looking for the brighter side. She see the loss of her mother, though traumatic, as the event that showed her the supernatural things that took not only her mom, but thousands of people, all over the world- and she wanted into that world, in order to stop people from the loss that she endured. She's very inquisitive, asking many questions, and loves to strike up a deep conversation. She tends to be quiet at most times, saying only what is needed to be said, but if you force her to get into a conversation, she can normally keep it up pretty good. She has been known to randomly say pretty deep or thought provoking things, but only others notice it- to her, it makes sense. To others.. not as much, until she explains. She's incredibly naive and innocent, so don't expect her to understand all of your jokes, or catch all o sarcasm. She's easy to pull tricks on, but I don't recommend doing so- she can pull out the puppy eyes on free will. The more people that are around her, the more she clams up. With over three people trying to interact with her, she normally ends up finding an excuse to leave the room. It's too overwhelming for her.
Habits: "Well, there's good, and there's bad habits. For the good, I can't seem to wake up in the morning unless I go for a run, walk, or work out. I also might sometimes.. bake things. For no reason. So if you see me.. and I offer you cookies.. just take them, because I probably have a dozen more that I won't be able to eat on my own. As for the bad, when I get stressed, I bite my knuckles. They sometimes bleed, but not every time! I also accidentally use myself as bait while hunting. It's because I'm small, and they already see me as vulnerable, so why not act the part, trip while I'm running, or maybe 'accidentally' drop my flashlight or knife?"
Most at ease when: "When I'm up high. At the top of a tree, the roof of a building, or the edge of a cliff."
Most ill at ease when: "In a crowd. I'd rather wrestle a Wendigo than entertain a crowd."
How do they react in a crisis: "Pretty calm. But I do have a history of sacrificing myself when others are in danger.It's simply my first reaction- I sacrifice, then I think. I don't question it."
Greatest Strength: "My loyalty. I will do anything for those I care about, and risk anything. Relationships aren't something to be taken lightly, or something to throw away when things get dangerous."
Greatest Weakness: "My loyalty, once again. I give myself too completely, and trust those who shouldn't be trusted. People who will break and run with their tail between their legs when things get rough, leaving me to clean up the mess. It's happened more than once where they run away and hide, leaving her to clean up the mess. It hurts to have you trust shattered, and every time it hurts a little more. But I don't think I'll ever stop trusting people."
Soft spot: "I have a soft spot for people people who aren't afraid to actually talk deep. It sounds cheesy, spilling your feelings and stuff, but it just bothers me that some people bottle things up when all that does is hurt them."
History: As a child Leslie grew up an only child with her mother and father. One day, when her father was on a business trip, her mother didn't come home from work that day. Figuring it was nothing, 13 year old little Leslie just waited. And waited. The next night, she called her father- even though he made her promise to only call during an emergency. The next morning she awoke to her dad shaking her shoulder, telling her they had to leave. When they got downstairs, she could tell something was wrong. Tables were broken, a window shattered, the door was busted in. He tried to shield her from seeing the living room, but because of how small she was as a child, she slipped from his grasp to see her mother, dead and bloody on the floor. Her father spent that night, and most of the next day, explaining the supernatural to her as well as what had happened with her mother. If you wanna know the story, ask her. But she spent the rest of her life training with him, learning how to fight- and surprisingly, she excelled at it. She never did well in school, but luckily she was pretty good at fighting. Besides the fact that she was so small at the time, that he could throw her across the room with one punch.
Weapons: "I have a lot of
Knives, many water bottles which are filled with salt, holy water, or actual water- a person gets thirsty riding a bike across state. I have about 4 feet of rope that I keep wrapped around my hips like a belt, and use it often. Lastly, I have quite a few
stakes shoved into my
green packpack, which I carve patterns and shapes into with my knives in my spare time. No guns- nope, don't even ask me for one."
Skills: "I'm pretty good with a knife, and being small helps me to move fast and slip from peoples' grasps."
Faults: "Guns. I'm terrified of guns, I hate them, I plan on never using one. The fact that I'm small makes me easy to throw around, as well as a target. I'm not good with doctors. You'll have to hold me down."
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