Suki Rose Angevine
| Gender |
Female
| Age |
21
| Role |
Human female
| Eye Color |
Bright, spring green
| Hair Color |
Warm, honey chestnut
| Height |
A mere 5'1"
| Weight |
105 lbs
| Skin Tone |
Gentle ivory
| Distinct Markings |
A jagged round scar between her shoulder blades
| Physical Description |
Suki has a very gentle, her inviting look to her. With her long honey curls that spiral down to her elbows and bright, light grassy green eyes she looks like spring. She is very slight, with her short stature, although she is rather delicate and graceful looking. She has full lips, and a so,reheat elegant look to her face, but her smile is bright enough to light up any room.
✔Music
✔Working with animals
✔Gardening
| Likes |
♥Animals
♥Helping others
♥Flowers
♥Being with people
♥Music
| Dislikes |
✖People not letting her in
✖Impatient people
✖Winter
✖Her father
✖Seeing others hurt
| Personality |
Suki is is a soul that is full of beauty- inside and out. She is very quiet and sweet, always keeping up a cute charm about herself without really meaning to. While she is quite shy and tends to keep to herself, she has a way of lighting up the room when she smiles or laughs. Suki looks like she'd be very rebellious, but really she's very passive, always playing the little peace-maker. She's the kind of person that can melt the coldest of hearts, making it hard for people to hate her. But that also makes her seem easy to break, like a little kitten. Suki is very mother-like and accepting, but sometimes she's easy to scare. She is very protective and wouldn't hesitate to jump in front of someone she doesn't even know.
Sometimes she is a little too open, and gets hurt because of it. She sees the best in people, and doesn't think anyone can really be a 'bad' person. This makes it easy for people to take advantage of her. While she is still very passive, she will give up anything for those she trusts. Even if it means the end of her. Without even meaning to, she can melt the coldest of hearts. She tends to get attached to the people that she thinks need her the most, and most of the time ends up getting hurt. Despite this, her loving heart knows no bounds. Suki is also somewhat flighty. If you begin to get under her skin, get her too care for you more then she is comfortable with, don't expect her to stay long. Something about her holds a hint of mystery, like there is something that she refuses to tell anyone.
| Theme Song |
Lightweight - Demi Lavato
| History |As you have probably noticed by her name, Suki's father was French. Her mother was a British sweetheart, living in Japan doing veterinary work. Her father fell so in love with her gentle, loving spirit and only a year late they were engaged. Another year later, Suki was born. They raised her in England, but French was her first language. For a while, everything seemed perfect. Her parents loved each other, and loved Suki even more. They gave her more love and affection than she could've ever asked for.
When little Suki was nine, everything changed. Her mother had been riding her bike, and was hit by a truck. She suffered for a few minutes, before giving in and letting go. They were both so distraught. Without his one love and supporter, he broke. At only nine, he took Suki back to where he met and married her mother, in Japan. She struggled, and was constantly picked on for her accent and somewhat awkwardness. Her father began to drink, just to top it all off.
Her father began to beat her, in drunken rages. He screamed at her, blaming her for her mother's death. That, paired up with constantly being picked on, brought her self worth down to zero. She barely made it through school, without a single friend. Nobody ever asked her about the bruises, or the occasional broken limb. Nobody cared, and yet she still smiled at every one of them in the hall and picked their books up for them if they fell.
As soon as she turned eighteen, she tried to leave her father. At first he cried and begged, but when she didn't even turn to look at him, he broke a beer bottle and stabbed her in the back. Literally. Instead of taking her to the hospital, he just dumped some alcohol on her and dragged her to her room. He then took her cat, and stabbed it in its side. Not enough to kill it, but enough to warn her. If she tried to leave, there would be consequences. The beating eased up slightly, but not by much. She still constantly has bruises she has to cover, and he always reminds her that she had nobody except for him. Nobody cares, except for him.