RIDDLE, LEORA FAITH

[leora]

Leora Faith Riddle
I'm sure you got some things you'd like to change about yourself, but when it comes to me I wouldn't want to be anybody else!

NICKNAMES: Leo, Faith
GENDER: Female
ANIMAL: Trumpet Manucode
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
AGE: 16
GRADE: Sophomore
OCCUPATION: High-school Student
SCHEDULE:

TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF.

Likes: Noise, plenty of it (no noise leaves her feeling very lonely). Loud, pounding music (the kind that makes your head throb). Riddles and Puzzles (Sudoku). Board Games. Books. All subjects, especially English. Flying. Japanese cusine, Soba noodles are her favorite (reason why she chose to take Japanese). Fruit and even Insects while in Avian form. Friends. News, all the latest gossip and real fact. Repeating both other people's words and her own, loudly.

Motto: Dare to be Different, Dare to be Different.

Dislikes: Lack of sound. Easy work, nothing should be easy because than it isn't fun. Online newspapers, killing their own paper versions. Beef and chicken. Enemies. False information. Lies. Others repeating Leora in order to mock/annoy her. People who are unknowledgable simply because they do not try. Bird-eating Predators. People pretending to be someone they're not (unless that's part of who they are).

Hobbies: Reading, writing, and flying. (Talking is so not a hobby!)

TELL ME MORE, PLEASE? WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?

Leora is a little weird due to her bird-of-paradise nature, she has several different quirks and many different components that come together and make her. First of all, she's normally quite sweet and sensitive, too nice to tell people off and will deal with most things they throw at her. Chatty as a little bird can be, she often repeats herself and others in order to feel more confident and keep the conversation going longer. She feels the need to be constantly surrounded by loud noises because noise means people. People means Company. Silence means alone, or creepy people. Creepy people equals scary people. Eek!

Unlike most people, Leora adores work. Work gives something for her brain to figure out. Then again, no work is better than easy work. Easy work is insulting to the Honors Student. Give her puzzles and she'll be happy to work over it, even if in the end she can't figure it out. Suggestion, give her a good riddle and maybe she'll shut up for a few moments. Or turn up the volume on the stereo nice and high. Earplugs? Eh. Maybe. One day, she hopes to work for the newspaper. She may repeat her words, but not on paper. The only problem is all the normal humans, what would they think of a little Trumpet Manucode?

Leora usually has too much energy and thoughts on the brain to calm down easily. Twittering away, she seems almost younger than sixteen. She must know everything there is to know, after all that's what a news professional does, but she does promise to keep secrets. Remember, she's the sweety? The Sophomore really does try to be more quiet sometimes, but it's really hard. And she should be herself right? That's what Mommy and Daddy, before they went to help the kids in Africa used to say. And one day they would be back for her. She didn't care what the others said, she had just started a Public Middle School when it happened.

Small plane crash; several dead, many injured. Rather unfortunate, really. Her loving Aunt and Uncle were put in charge and after Middle School decided to put her into a Shifter High School. The Public school was too dull for the Manucode and didn't seem to keep her out of trouble. In Leora's faithful diary, titled simply 'Faith in Nature,' she writes whatever she feels like down. It varies greatly. Sometimes what she did that day, other times her thoughts on people, a quote, or a new riddle. Writing, reading, writing, reading. Yeah for school!

Leora rarely, if ever, is found to be angry. She prefers herself to be hurt than for other people to feel bad. Her way of standing up for herself is through words, not actions of pain. Guilt is one of the most effective. She belives that there is good in everyone, but that many are a lost cause having sunken too far for hope. Fighting for something you believe in is one of the most righteous actions a person can undertake. Speaking of righteous, Leora believes in belief. She has Faith in the world, its creatures, and the supernatural. One day, she'd like to see Humans and Shifters sucessfully work together without secrets. Wouldn't that be a beautiful world with nature back at the heart. Where people would see a Trumpet Manucode and treat it like a real living thing, whether there's a person inside or not. Where Shifters could be themselves without fear or retribution. Yes, that would be beautiful, wouldn't it?

THAT’S INTERESTING. CAN YOU TELL ME A SECRET? I PROMISE NOT TO TELL.

It hurts really bad when people accuse her of constantly repeating things just to be mean and annoying. Leora would never do that, it's a habit, and later she'll go flying so that no one will have to deal with her.

Leora has her own diary where she writes down spare thoughts, if someone even sneaks a peak they'll find themselves in loads of trouble. Death defying trouble from a slightly mite-sized loud girl/bird.

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OOC

YOUR NAME: Username? Leo.
YOUR GENDER: Female
RP EXAMPLE:

(Taken off-site, Ralesti is an Angel with a disease sent to be with other mythicals with problems. ;D)

How happy they all looked, skipping around and chatting merrily. It was almost disgusting. Ralesti continued to observe them all from her perch, nothing more than merely air. To them, all except for those who were human, she would appear to be hovering. Really, the glorious whiteness that was her wings flapped hard to keep her above all. Not a single feather was out of place, she should be proud. Her stomach twisted painfully as the scent of food reached the girl's noise, she hadn't eaten for what must be around twelve hours. She mused quietly over whether or not to go down there. Surely she wouldn't want to cavort with them, actually having to talk. She would much rather stay here, away, she always had a tending to stay alone. Only Fallen was she forced to interact with.

Ra's dark eyes glimmered as a brief sense of feeling washed over her, anger. The easiest to feel, otherwise there was only the calmness of dark. Small feelings of amusement, mostly care freeness, the occasional blast of curiosity, and the tantalizing taste of pride. With a sweep of her wings, the life-giver, angel of the Blacks, numbed beyond most feeling, dropped to the ground. Food. She adjusted herself comfortably, tugging at the plain white sweatshirt, hood up, and making sure there was nothing left in the pockets of her ragged blue jeans. Habit, built up over the years. She had plenty of them and more to come. A lock of silvery hair hung down to her cheek, the rest carefully braided. So long, and once, just once, been called so beautiful. The Angel gasped suddenly, ignorant of those around her, as sadness rolled through her body.

Painful. Maybe it was a good thing she didn't feel? No, it was still bad, so bad. Bad, bad, bad, bad. "Oww..."

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The moment of pain quickly passed, leaving only a subtle aching inside her mind. Earth had become dull once again. Ralesti's eyes flickered with surprise as Rose called out to her, so friendly and almost eager sounding. The Angel's wings quivered, just the slightest, before she planted her feet firmly onto the soft ground. Breakfast. She gave a small nod, just a statement of recognition, before following after them. Her feet appeared to only barely touch the ground, every step was light and careful, practiced, for an almost silent tread. To the new girl, she simply touched one hand to her heart, a gesture of acceptance. No doubt she was like all of them, not right in body or mind with abilities that could easily be used wrongly. With time, perhaps a healing might take place.

Ra, as was her nickname, went through the motions. Using the toaster, plopping in toast, waiting, buttering, biting. Simple. While Shadow’s cooking did seem nice everyone else was already devouring everything and she had been taught to rely on herself. So nothing for the seemingly 17-year old girl. She got tired of making her wings transparent, letting the illusion slide to reveal each white feather. They had been tucked neatly into the crook between her shoulder blades, looking uncomfortable but actually not being so at all. Her interest was peeked as they began talking about a dueling activity. Why, she felt as if there had been no fighting for ages taking place here with real weapons. They were using weapons weren’t they?

Her lips opened and a soft voice emerged that could be likened to a harp’s strings being plucked. “If only you had thought of this earlier…”

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[NOCTURNAL NINI]

♛ ACCEPTED !
welcome to sabal palm private high, leora!
do not forget to stake your claims.