Name: Original name is Mithia Scotts, but she is no longer Mithia unless the 3 bodies stop fighting over the control.
Family:Anna - sister (deceased) Fauna - sister (deceased) Erica - Mother (deceased) Jonathan - Father (deceased)
Hair: Dark Purple Eyes: Purple Height: 5’5
Powers: She had Dissociative Identity Disorder and can diviso, spalato into 3 different bodies. Each of her personalities is different, but all have one similar trait - sadistic. She has a Flirtatiously sadistic side who calls herself...
Following Mafia's example and creating a più YJ oriented OC~
LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE Name: Fey Meaning of name: fairy Hero Name: Valkyrie Eye Color: soft brown Hair Style/Color: dirty blonde, curly Age: 19 Special features: white wings that fold neatly under her clothes when in civvies Abilities: flight (wings), fast healing, super strength and speed Species: Amazonian Birth place: Themyscira
Civvies: comfortable black leggings, grey converse, white socks, dark blue Gotham università sweatshirt, golden bracelet with green gems and matching earrings Hero suit: see pic at right
LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE Name: Tara Almaraz Reason o meaning of name: “Queen” (Irish), “Star” (Asian) Eye Color: Brown Hair Style/Color: Blown, worn down mostly Height: 5'7 Clothing Style: Uhm..suave nerd? Best Physical Feature: Hair
LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE Your Fears: Uhmm.....skip Your Guilty Pleasure: Chocolate Your Biggest Pet Peeve: Personal space Your Ambition for the Future: To live...
LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS Your First Thoughts Waking Up: I'm so sore What te Think About the Most: Do white-haired Siberians count? What te Think About Before Bed: I wish this was over already You Think Your Best Quality...
The days had run out. That special giorno had arrived once again. She had been siting in her car staring at the dashboard for about 20 minuti now, hands still on the wheel, trying to muster up the courage to step outside and begin her annal pilgrimage through this waste land of ash and silence. She twiddled her wedding ring around her finger and glanced over at the dark red rose resting on her passenger seat.
Finally climbing out she starred at her surroundings, taking in each painful detail. The horizon was nothing but shadows, grey and black silhouettes of the past, rusting structures...