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Sunetra "Sunnie" Keniths

"Curiosity is my thirst; knowledge is my satisfaction. Finding out, though, is the fun, inbetween part."

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a character in “Being Human”, as played by reveries

Description

Image A still developing, petite, thin and lithe body with long and bony legs, having many experiences of ducking and sneaking through small creeks and cracks, Sunetra, preferring to be referred to as 'Sunnie', is what most see upon first sight: small and thin.
She stands at 5'3" and is underweight. A quite androgynous shaped girl, really. She's shorter than average, and has a pale complexion from always being inside, only slightly tanned from being outside to venture very now and then, with slight dark circles ringing underneath her eyes.

Her eyes is thought to be her best feminine feature, as they are most certainly an interesting blend of color, being a blue-gray-silver combination, with flecks of several shades of blue. Despite color and almost doe-like appearance, they tend to just stare with a mature seriousness, usually empty of emotion unless she's really ecstatic or excited, but they just look they're always analyzing, calculating, plotting. Staring.

Her hair is very short, thin and choppy, always kept pulled back into a small ponytail with a more or less messily cut fringe that never goes past her bold brows as her hair is cut like a male's. Thin wrists, long slim fingers, no piercings. Several bruises and cuts graze on her body, some more severe than others from her venturing to catch all the latest news and gossips or otherwise.

She's always wearing an outfit that blends in easily with her surroundings, from hoodies to tees and jeans, something that makes her easily forgettable, to cover her eyes and keep her head low so no one would notice her being there as she takes in all conversations. As long as it blends in, simple and is durable, she's wearing it. Usually of colors commonly being black and white added to her outfit.

Despite appearing much younger than she appears - having a somewhat mature yet mostly child-like facial features - she's lived for and is currently 16 1/2.

Personality

Like many Hashers, Sunetra is a secretive and quiet child, usually keeping to herself, and never communicates until necessary. No one knows just what the girl is thinking or what goes through her mind as her eyes just stare at you - like they're peering the depths of your very soul, which tends to make most wary or nervous. She could very well hold up on her end in a conversation, but chooses not to. She could care less about what people may say about her, as she doesn't care much for those people, as her trust is guarded, never to be allowed to given to anyone, despite the fake smiles or ignoring fronts.

When something is to be explained to her, she understands, or inquires about the information being presented to her, and this is a trait that has been known to baffle whomever she's speaking towards, as she just continues to pick at and prod at while she's staring. While she is able to just understand even the slightest subtle movement that she can pick up on with her observant skills, Sunetra has a mind that's fast moving, and deciphers many things in a matter of short time, as while she cannot easily understand much more complicated things such as emotions, she is able to understand sciences and behavior, having been able to take up many forgotten books and research material in her spare time.

While she is a hard to understand girl who easily understands everything else, she's unable to fully take in the concept of empathy. She can be like a doctor examining a patient, who continues to ask and ask their condition, but cannot fully ever truly understand how they feel or how they are. And it is that, that keep Sunetra away from most people, as she cannot understand fully, even after long sessions of investigating. With her paranoid feelings and independent 'lone wolf' tendencies, this makes up her anti-social 'wall' that she puts up.

Despite her mysterious exterior, Sunetra is a curious and curiouser girl, with a bottomless and un-quenched hunger for the unknown. Well read and informative, she has an eidetic sound memory that would never allow her to forget something she's heard, which comes useful in her Hashing trade. Having being taught to be unseen and unheard yet sneaky enough to get the need information, Sunnie doesn't speak, to the point she could be considered mute/non-verbal, as she does not speak at all until it is absolutely, positively necessary. She takes things to the extreme in this sense.

"As long as it's not life threatening, and could be still used, I do not need to fix that object. Unless I am about to die, I do not to eat or drink. This is a matter of principle. And I abide to it by habit and decision."

Studious and passionate about what she does to the point of being quite competitive, Sunetra is someone who sticks to whatever she's doing in all sorts of risky situations, having coming more or less to being in deep trouble. She's stubborn in her beliefs, and as while the only thing her stubbornness and giving in is the answers to a much desired question to be answered, for news and the like is her life. She cannot stand being disappointed by things she already knows, and is always after to find new experience and interesting things, to find out what her curiosity is searching for, a much sought after thing of hers.

Equipment

Sunetra has this odd quirk about herself of writing on her arms of pictures or scriptures to keep in mind, despite her eidetic memory, she finds enjoyment to writing down notes and facts, and more often than not, is scribbling away images with a meaning of a key, to a bigger picture in her fast moving mind. As so, she always walks around with a pen, its color usually dark to help stand out. She has an array of pens, each used a color code for emotion and drastic situation to help recall. A specifically special pen of hers is of an invisible ink that she herself has developed, where only being brought up to an absolute specific angle in the light shall her words be written.

As such, the journal that she brings along with her at all times is of very thin paper, and are usually filled up quite fast. Should anyone be able to find the solution to seeing her secret messages in her ink, she has terrible handwriting. She could understand it as if it was legible and neat writing though, so she's often confused to having a sort of mental disease or dyslexia.

History

Sunetra was born into a family of Minks, hence her intellect, but it was because of her uncle's influence on her that was what made her life path stray from being a Mink, and instead, a Hasher. When she was taken away from her parents as most kids do to be put in her trade, she grew up with her fellow Hasher uncle, who cared for her and loved her nevertheless.

She slightly misses the company of her older brother, who turned out to be a Mink, but she's much more comfortable with her uncle Neta. Despite how he may or may not be able to understand "all that science stuff", Neta provides the love and caring that she requires as a deprived child.

While she seemed like she was made for being a Hasher for the rest of her life, she has had a fascination towards just what other lifestyles of the other trades are like, seeing as she's completely immersed into knowing just about everything. But she's kept quiet about it, like her Hasher nature would only call for.

So begins...

Sunetra "Sunnie" Keniths's Story

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(... Long post is long. I apologize beforehand, I get carried away in these sorts of things - introducing characters without any interaction from others.)

Whenever she had a short news outage breakdown, where the evening was still in between, and midnight was past its time, she'd take a break. People were sleeping. And these were the sort of nights that no one wanted to go out and kill someone, or do any risky business. Humans had a pattern like that. Her uncle and her noticed it over the years that they've lived in this slum neighborhood. And it was for that reason of her staying in the small apartment that she shared with her uncle. Her body was sprawled out amongst books and papers ceiling high, arms behind her head for comfort, on the slowly rotting wooden floor, as she just stared at the odd brown shapes on her ceiling. Places where leaks had leaked before, but stopped. There wasn't any activity below just yet. It was dead quiet. Her fan above was making swish swoosh sounds.

During these kinds of moments, she'd think carefully among scattered memories with eyes closed, and even breathing - one would think she was at peaceful rest. Her baggy clothes shifted with her every moment, so she stayed still. And so, she thought back.

Growing up, Sunetra remembered the shorter days when she was still with her parents, when her parents were still hoping that she was to become a Mink like them, and it was of so that they would constantly prepare her to be accepted in their Mink trade. So in the small moments of time when she was reading and studying all the what not to become that exceptional child that her parents expected her to be, she found a most intriguing quote.

It had been intriguing, because she couldn't understand. "Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." She had murmured it to herself as her small fingers ran over the page of the small black text, and on the olden smooth page, it crinkled only slightly.

Sunetra remembered asking her brother about it. "Aiwyn," she had called out, and her brother's head of brains turned in her direction. He was to watch over her for the night, their parents were out. Her mother specifically announced it herself. Aiwyn was working on something with lots of noise and contraptions "What does this mean?" Quietly, and shyly, she asked.

He'd came over, and his eyes hovered over the book in her lap. His weren't a blue like her, instead of a brown, but it changed to a hazel gold in the light above them that provided the source necessary for her to read without damaging her sight. It was pretty. But her memory was sort of blurry around these parts. So she wasn't too sure anymore. The girl remembered his airy chuckle, and then he had said to her, "Sun," it was his nickname for her. "This is of fool's talk from the past. Words from centuries ago do not matter in our modern society."

He must've noticed her expression of disappointment, for her shoulders would still slump a bit and then express something of like a 'kicked puppy' - her uncle had commented - whenever she thought back on this, because he had continued. "However, these are words that were meant to give a special sort of feeling. It's something to think carefully about." He rubbed her head and messed up her longer, braided hair at the time with his big hands, and then went back to whatever he was doing. Perhaps inventing.

But she didn't remember just what it was he was inventing, because she was so fixated on what it meant, that she stopped her studies, and just.. stared at the book. It seemed to have dragged on forever, but only felt like seconds, because her parents opened the door and voiced their arrival home, while her brother tapped her shoulder, and in a whispered voice, inquired about her 'still being hung up about that?', before he quickly told her to put her books away for the night. 'Sleep was a necessity and something good for your health.'

Sunetra couldn't help but laugh out loud about that memory. At the irony of her being brought up, to her trade of today, how she saw so such disappointment in her parents eyes when she was to be placed into Hasher school - not Mink, like her family had always expected. It had been a sight that she would not ever forget, among her audio memories. Her laugh fell short, hand over her face, covering her eyes and fingers grazing the top of her hair line that was all pulled back to a side ponytail, much shorter than what what it's former glory was. Her body tilted to the side a bit, for stability from the lack of an arm. She felt like crying, just a bit. But nothing came. She let out a few more airy chuckles before her hand was removed, and she went back to her former position of comfort. Face blank.

After all of these years, she hadn't forgotten those words. "Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." The Dr. Suess fellow who written it must have been either very wise, or something else, something special maybe, because she still wondered over it. There were countless way for her to see it. But what she first thought had confused her, hence her inquiry. But when she thought about it really hard, she couldn't help but think about her trade. And then about other trades.

Sunetra remembered when her uncle told her that she interviewing the other trades, as it was tradition, and he'd brought her along, and she'd think back on the voices. Each one was distinct and had a specific tone and way that related to their matter of trade. She had adored that day. It was the day that she wanted to follow in her uncle's footsteps. But then her train of thought shifted to just exactly why she was doing this. This Hasher trade, and it contented her the moments, but she couldn't help but find an almost scary feeling of how she didn't want to do this sometimes. Where her eyes would become fixated on other trades whenever she was down at the Center, lingered for far too long, staring at the others, before turning away.

She got up when her uncle called for her to have some dinner, of his latest catch. "Sunnie! Com' ere! Look at what I got 'fer us tonight! Com' on!" Her voice was excited, like a child's. She chuckled a bit, at how childish her uncle could be. Her grandparents had been apparently a Mink and a Genie. Guess how their 2 kids turned out to be? Shuffling to the door whose frame was beginning to crack, she stopped momentarily. Staring. And it would seem that the frame cracked a bit under the pressure, as a small splinter fell out. She turned. It'll hold for now. She'd fixed when it collapsed, or not, if her uncle fixed it beforehand.

She called out to Neta before he'd get a fit over her long period of silence. He was like that. Needy of her attention and response, even though he was such an independent man that he didn't bother to take a wife. He felt like both her aunt and uncle, perhaps even father and mother in one person, in that sense. It baffled herself sometimes. She went along with it anyway, pushing it away into a small box of her mind to be dealt with at a later time. "I'm coming."

For now, she'd go and see what monstrosity of food that he'd brought now. She didn't bother to think about just how he got it.

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"Sunnie, git up on now, we's got'sa go to the Collect'in Center."

Her uncle's wide and rough hands brushed her shoulder lightly, as if in fear that she would break if he pressed any harder. Her eyes slowly opened and she stared at her uncle Neta, and sat in straight as if in automatic mode. Sundays were the days that she was allowed to sleep in late night, and in more accurate terms, real early morns, the day before. To merely rest and not have to worry too much on helping her uncle out with anything, such the preparations for beginning the day. Doing things like rearranging the apartment's dirty, messy things to organize the research materials from the other stuff, and the other stuff from the trash, and the trash from the food, and the food from everything else. She glanced around a bit, but didn't really wrap her mind around that the apartment was so much more clean than usual. But she was tired. And tired people don't think too much about this.

Sunetra spoke quietly, a mature voice to a mature mind, eyes half lidded open. She felt oh so tired. "What's the time?"

Her uncle seem pleased that she decided to speak today. Unlike the rest of the Hashers, her uncle was a friendly and social butterfly, a stubborn person who was like of the late twentieth century's reporters, always bugging and prodding and talking. It was that nature that he may seem a bit.. too friendly. "Wells, we's 'bout to miss the first shuttle if yous not gon'a git up now and dress prop'."

He didn't even finish the sentence before she darted up quickly, face feeling rushed as she grabbed for whatever was clean, reaching for the pile she prepared the night before, and darted to the bathroom. Her uncle Neta's hardy laugh could be heard outside.

Her sleepiness and drowsiness was gone now, her face seemed rather ecstatic to hurry up to the shuttle dock as they may reach the Collection Center. She always liked to get there early. It was better to hear the gossips of the venders and passing people who were planning to go to the Center later or of the whatnot. Shoving shorts off and black jeans on, some dark baggy shirt and plain plaid jacket, Sunetra pulled her short hair into that tiny ponytail she always wore, and combed halfway before darting out the bathroom, hopping out with her shoes that had been left in the tub. With her thin and straight frame, and boyish hair and clothing, one would think that she was a male, but it was her eyes that gave her gender away. Sunetra's cheeks flushed up a bit from rushing so fast.

Her uncle laughed again. "My, my, you's enthusiastic. Lets'go, we's got to hurry. I wanna go see if theys got more stock supplies in yet. Heard that guy I've trackin' down - Jack - 's gon' show up."

Sunetra was gathering her bag already, her papers and pens, several of which had recording devices within. She placed an array in the ponytail, fitting only three or four as she didn't have enough hair for the rest to be put securely into. Thin, skinny and longer fingers were working quickly as she placed the messenger bag, styled like that of the twenty-first century's like, over her shoulder, feeling quite light for having so many things. Mink technology. The wonders of it.

She snapped some watch device on that her uncle got for her fourteenth birthday - so that's where it went, - and stared at the clock that kept perfect timing, it fit perfectly on her thin and bony wrist. Sunetra looked at its face. Nine fifty. She cursed under her breath. "Hurry!" She yelled, and her uncle Neta took only several moments to recover from her outburst as he ran after her from, darting from the door, making sure to lock it behind him before running down the stairs. For a man in his late thirties, he was quite nimble and fast. One had to be, especially in this business and trade.

The shuttle dock was merely 5 minutes away from their apartment, that is to say if you can run fast enough, and is about another twelve minutes before you reach the Collection Center. They had got on as soon as the shuttle was beginning to leave, feet lifting from cracked concrete into some other metal material (she wouldn't know, as her family hadn't been involved with that). Their shuttle dock here in this slum neighborhood wasn't often populated, seeing as it wasn't of much concern for, as the Hasher sector had barely any need for going outside not too often, so the shuttle wasn't in need for. But since today was Sunday, almost everyone was here, Hashers and other trades alike, and the crowdness was what made Sunetra uncomfortable.

This shuttle was different from the main one that had more people from the other sectors. This being a secondary one, it wouldn't have as many, but it was so damn crowded. She was ducking through and under of the many figures who she could make out, before settling somewhere in the middle of them all. She preferred to be in the middle of the action, listening in to the conversations each trade individual was having. Her uncle was scouting out, too, she noticed, as he did the same. Often, Sunetra wondered if she was born from the wrong father. Her father and her had nothing in common, whilst her uncle and she had almost everything in common. Almost being the key term here.

After an agonizing twelve minutes, right on the dot, she ran out of the shuttle, shoving a bit, and ran towards the building in that of which was the Collection Center. Her uncle was just after her, and they merely glance, nodded, and then parted ways. This was routine. They'd meet up later after the Center closed. She ran inside, leaving her uncle behind who was taking a more steady walk in.

She had bumped shoulders with several, a Genie and Fidget or two, perhaps even a Mink, but she ignored them, only glancing back before she disappeared off, silent. Sunetra wasn't a talker. She didn't like to talk, and it wasn't of any need to apologize. If they had a problem, she'd do so. Until then, sorry about that.

Usually, she'd walk, like her uncle. But this was important. She was late for an important meeting with an informat with information that she required for some assignments, both for school and for project on the side, and just getting the appointed meeting as difficult enough. God, she felt like such an idiot for being so laid back this. She quickly searched. Her legs were getting tired, seeing as she was already so thin and small, running around wasn't exactly her thing. Crouching, seeking and hiding was. But it wasn't the time for that.

Sunetra kept running, searching her mind for the appointed place. Supposed to be some place, right? There was a dress code, she remembered, her memory already so fuzzy, only clear enough to remember that single visual. She should've read it out loud to remember. Something about plaid and jeans, right? Maybe it was black, too.

She kept running, though it was becoming more of a quick gait, as her head whipped back and forth to look. She had better not be late. Better yet, they had better not be late. But she highly doubted it, and this thought made her flush in embarrassment for not being able to maintain her perfect - until today - record of always being on time.

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Kyrie immediately tried to balance herself, staring at the girl who continued running. She seemed to be in a hurry and based on her clothing, the red-haired girl can easily deduce that she's from the Hashers. She regained her balance and brushed off the imaginary creases in her dress, composing herself.

Still looking at the girl's retreating back, Kyrie was wondering on what the girl was hurrying for. She looked late for something and Kyrie is half tempted to follow her, her curiosity definitely rising. What if she got an interesting scoop and she wanted to share it to other persons who are in her trade? Hashers after all are known to report news, scandals and any wrongdoings they can find. Based on the archives and database that she had come across, Kyrie knew that the Hashers have special way of finding out information about a scandal long before it can even travel around the sector.

It would be really interesting to see the Hashers in action.

Her green-eyes blinked twice before she noticed that she had been staring at nothing in particular for quite long. The said hasher was nowhere near her point of view. She shook her head, disregarding her overactive imagination before turning to look back around the Collection center. What would that girl think if she hears my thoughts? She almost chuckled, imagining the black-haired girl's reaction if ever she could hear the Mink.

Her mother had specifically told her to try meeting new people as what is the usual advice. It is her parent's wish for her to meet someone and befriend them. Too bad she always does her best to fail their expectation regarding that issue. Her mom also gave her a huge amount of money to buy anything she wanted to.

Normally, the red-haired girl will make it a point to save every single cent her parents give her. However, since she thought she had such a good amount of savings now, she might as well spend something for herself. What else a better way to spend her hard-earned savings other than buying quality products here at the center? She had been saving all her money, safekeeping those in her parents' care that she only buys whatever is necessary. Judging from the way her parents spoils her, she can say that she have a lot and will still live a financially stable life if she ever decides to leave her parent's care.

Letting out a small smile as she made her decision, Kyrie started walking around. This time she made great care and deliberation in taking note of her surroundings and looking around the different booths.

One booth caught her eyes as she saw a man taking his jacket off. She usually don't bother herself that much with what is going around the market, but Kyrie is dead sure that the man looked familiar. She just can't remember his name, but she's certain that he's one of those Prichetts. Her eyes wandered to his shirt and she found herself lost for words.

It was a shirt that looked simple and stylish enough for any trade in particular but what caught the girl's attention were the words colored in bright flourescent letters.

"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind."

It took her a moment to remember where she got it from. She had been racking every memory she had recently just to recall where she heard it and when she remembered it, she almost let out a shout of triumph.

Catching herself before she can do anything remotely embarrassing, she found herself excited at the very thought of getting a copy of that shirt. Dr. Seuss! She checked her pockets for the money that her mother left earlier and once she found it, she immediately neared the man's stand.

She tried to shove her way into the front and found herself beside a widely smiling red-haired girl. Her eyes noting the other's style of clothing as one of the Genies. She waited for her to finish speaking, thrusting out money towards the black-haired Prichett on the other side.

"Hi, I'm Sienna. How did you come across this quote? It's my favorite. Although, uh, I probably shouldn't say that in public. You know, forget I said that. I'd like to buy one though. How much?"

She said and Kyrie waited for the seller's reply. She's also interested in buying one and she unconsciously found herself parroting Sienna's statement. "I would also like to buy". Her voice was emotionless and just a breadth above a whisper.

She stared expectantly at the guy, awaiting for his response.

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In her bullet train speed moving mind process, she disregarded anything around her that would be deemed insignificant to acknowledge - voices or questions or staring. But Sunnie felt her body being pushed back - as if she ran into some solid brick wall - , and she fell ungracefully on the floor. It was an easy feat, seeing as how small and little she was, she looked like as if she could snap in two if you were to hold onto her arm the wrong way. She let out a small grunt of having such an unexpected impact. Several passerby people stopped momentarily to stare before continuing on. "Sorry!" Wha -

She looked up, staring at what was she could only assume was a Waterbug - due to what her sensitivity picked up as a fruity smell, and based off of the choice of clothing that the much taller than her, larger male wore, she finalized her conclusion. She didn't say anything, maintaining silence, and got up, continuing to stare with that blank face of hers, eyes darting about the male as if she was analyzing him like some surgery patient. He had a brilliant shade of red hair, with a pair of bright green eyes. Odd combination. She thought to herself, and then remembering what she was supposed to be doing, she turned her staring away that had lasted for about several seconds, taking a few steps back, bowing quickly as if in apology, and then ran around him - taking no heed to what he would say as she rudely - hey, at least she made a polite gesture of apology, it was enough! - ran off.

The small, petite girl kept running, having a long trail of curse words stuck in a line of rage, blotting up any mature or seriousness in reverie nature, eyes darting around like crazy as she disappeared into the crowds again, her shorter height made the taller ones block her form, as she twisted and turned and pushed back this time, to get to what she fuzzily recalled as a cafe in the email she had received from that informant that she desperately needed to find. When she finally did make it there though, she stared at the watch on her thin wrist, and then cursed venomously under her breath. She was late by 10 - 20 - 30(!) minutes. There was no friggin' way that the informant would stay for long - he had such a busy schedule - and she had missed it! She looked around quickly, her lungs needed air but she kept her turning around. There were a large amount of people wearing what she thought to be the dress code to recognize each other, but she knew that it was futile to try to ask some random stranger if they were supposed to be the one that she was to meet. It was ridiculous.

She took a sigh, quietly regaining her breath.

Sunnie resisted the urge to kick over some trashcan in fury, but to outsiders, she was merely standing there, shoulders slightly dejected, staring uselessly at a table. She turned around, and then dodged about the crowd again, barely moving her lips - cursing at her luck of forgetting to wake up early for such an important thing - as she had with quick gait through the crowds, deciding to instead look around to find new supplies. She'd probably need the time to cool down a bit. She and her uncle will meet up later. She'll have to have to go and wait til another opening in the informant's schedule is open again. For now, she'll just.. attempt to calm down.

The girl walked around aimlessly, taking her time as she observed people, and then merely stared at a Sector stand of books, making her way over. Their research material was becoming low in supply. Perhaps she should comb through to see if there's any that she hasn't read yet? Sunnie walked on over, picked up some book in interest, eyes darting across pages as she rapidly looked through them all while she remained silent, ignoring the staring of the seller or of the other interested consumers beside her while she traced through her memory to see if she and her uncle already had this book or the other.

Oh. Dr. Suess. She spotted a pile of the colorful books separate from the growing pile she was making of various, complicated subjects. She kept an eye on them, tempted to take a peek, but her hands were stuck on the history book that seemed to have information about what the Earth used to be like before North was established and the trade started. It was thick, around 5 inches at least, with an old spine, and she kept thinking of whether or not this was in the inventory they have, but the colorful titles of Suess were distracting, and she didn't know if she had any money. Her left hand began rummaging through her bag while the other was still holding the book, her reading slowing down as she felt around the bag for any spare change she may have left in there.

The male seller of the Sector's stand seemed to have gave out a sigh of relief as Sunnie slowed her reading, because the pile was beginning to get too tall and her rapid pace of looking through books was beginning to mess up the organization as he began to quietly put them place back in their original positions. When he asked her if she was going to buy the book, she merely darkly glared at him for breaking her concentration, and with that fierce look that the seller knew was not worth rising an argument about, he then decided to allow the girl to be left alone as she looked through his merchandise, and attended to the other costumers beside her. Sunnie kept combing through the long chapters.