Summer_Lariat

Name: Summer Lariat

Race: Unknown

Appearance: Human

Age: 17(looks 14)

Height: 5 feet, 6 inches

Weight: 120 pounds

Skin color: White

Hair Color: Hinted blonde, with an over-layer of brown. Dirty-blonde(?)

Clothing: A simple, green tank-top. Pajama jeans, gray, with a blue stripe racing down each leg. Foot-wear varies so often one could say she hardly wears shoes at all.

Personallity: Summer always has an output of being either lazy or tired, the occasional both. She’s a bright, talented young girl who hardly finds anything boring, though her actions never really commend that.

Relationship: Single, wishes to remain so.

Family: None

Interests: Music, clothing, creating things, taking things apart simply to recreate them either in a faster method or in a more reliable method. The variations of different instruments.

Dislikes Violence, boring things, hatred, being a “Bad-girl”, guys who lie to her. Fattening foods, attention whores.

(Will add more as I come up with them. My head’s too tired right now T___T)

Hand Dominance: Ambidextrous

Sexual Orientation: Bi-sexual

Eye color: Blue, light like the sky; though through some odd pigmentation issue in her pupils, in the correct angle of light, they almost fade to green.

Favorite color: Either Blue or Green.(Convenient with her eye-color)

With a blunt smile, her eyes darted back and forth with the land in front of her. A nostalgic feeling flew into her body before she lethargically walked forward, oddly enough scrutinizing every detail of the destination she had chosen; topping off her actions with a paradox.

Bio: Summer grew up spoiled and wealthy, and she took note of this. She hardly ever asked for anything, seeing as her parents always seemed to attempt away at buying her love; hell they nearly bought her an entire country once, shows how committed they were and how much money they had. She was always quiet, up until she met a certain someone. Name was unknown, and anytime she asked him his name, he’d change the topic. So casually in fact that she’d forget about it and remember to ask again once he’d left. She resented not knowing too much about him, other than he was a nice person. She’s searched, and in fact has found someone who might possibly be him. She lurks in the shadows, at an early age she learned to be stealthy. She was forcibly trained in martial arts, though she lazied her way through most, Tai-Gwan-Do(Yes, it is in fact gwan, for those of you who might give me a touch of self-imposed knowledge.) caught her interest almost immediately. She’s mastered this one, due to it being preferred, and the five years of practice. She’s exceptionally skilled at math and science, but she lacks interest for much else. She knows how to play the piano, though she only fiddles with it mostly; she’s oddly very skilled for simply meddling with it. She’s a spontaneous gal, one could say she’s a tom-boy at times; though getting on her ‘girlish’ side or making her act such, isn’t entirely a challenge. Which, mind you, she hates herself for this.