Post by Meenah Peixes on Aug 25, 2012 14:17:40 GMT -5
Character Name: Meenah Peixes
Appearance:
Meenah carries herself like the world is her playground and everybody in it are there for her amusement. She is all about sharp angles and shiny metal. She is partially of South American descent, which shows in her dark complexion and prominent nose. She likes to keep her hair short and her tyrian eyes well-framed.
She is about 5”8, and much too skinny. To combat this, she wears clothing that’s two sizes too big – this usually includes ripped jeans, tops with offensive captions and a beaten up old leather jacket she’s had for ages. Let it not be said, however, that she’s a wimp. Meenah packs a mean punch under all those layers.
In addition, she loves shiny things, and she’s covered in piercings and gold chains pretty much whenever she can get away with it.
Age: 16
Magica Element: Water
Personality: Meenah is a more complex person than she lets on. Most of the time, she’s the loud, rude, to-hell-with-authority girl you’d never want to bring home to meet your parents. She puts little stock into education, and would rather spend her time slacking off elsewhere, or, if she’s very bored, vandalize a couple of public buildings with her trusty supply of spray cans.
Meenah has no qualms stating her opinions or sassing her superiors. This, coupled with her lack of ambition, has dumped her at the bottom of her class, and has prevented her from holding down a steady part time job even though she could certainly use the money.
Meenah would be part of the “bad crowd” if she was part of any crowd at all. She’s resigned herself to flying solo, though, proclaiming outwardly that nobody is good enough to hang with her (in truth, most people just find her kind of annoying).
She is easily excitable, and if you somehow manage to gain her favour, she can get downright clingy. Her good intentions don’t always manifest themselves in the most fortunate of ways. Meenah is the kind of person who would honestly consider stealing from an old lady so she can afford taking you to dinner.
She enjoys motorbikes, rock music, painting and swimming. She is surprisingly proficient at the latter, but has systematically refused any and all attempts to get her to join organized swimming teams. No one is sure why.
Biography: Meenah Peixes lives in a small apartment in New York with her mom and a tank of exotic fish. She isn’t sure who her father is – her mom was alone when she had her, but insisted on taking on the name “Peixes”.
Meenah’s life has had all the stereotypical marks there are pertaining troubled youths. She’s too often tangled with the law, usually for vandalism, but with the occasional robbery or street fight added to the mix. She doesn’t do well in school because despite her reasonable intellect, she lacks any sign of interest.
Lately, she’s seen this one broad around campus that looks eerily familiar. Upon looking through the student catalogue, she has identified her as Feferi Peixes. Meenah has a bunch of theories concerning her, most prominently one that includes them being somehow related. Meenah has never made contact, however. She’s not sure what the fuck she’s waiting for.
Quirk Sample:
no, sea, all im saying is
shit sounds like a fuckin drag aight
YO, DONT TOUC)( MY LOOT
imma tear you a N-EW BLOW)(OL---E!!
Paragraph Sample:
Man, what the fuck. Meenah had been reading the same sentence on the same page of her English homework for like five minutes, and she was not getting one step closer to figuring out what this Macbeth guy was on about. Her English teacher had insisted that Shake-spear or whatever his shit was an important part of their “cultural heritage”.
Meenah wasn’t really sure how anything could be that important if nobody even knew what the fucker was saying. She was pretty sure the analyses they did in class were a load of bullshit. Well, the way she saw it, she had two options: stay here and try to make sense of these and thous and whatevers, or she could spend her afternoon actually being somewhat productive.
“Hey mom, I’m gonna pop outside for a bit, aight? Imma be back at feedin’ time,” she yelled in the direction of the staircase.
She was out of the front door before her mom had the chance to respond.
Other: unless canon someday says otherwise, Meenah's chumhandle is ceasarsCudgel
